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Post by Morticat on Aug 3, 2018 13:29:01 GMT -5
» C i n d e r p a w • C a m p A l o n e
Cinderpaw spat out a chunk of matted fur that had gotten lodged between his teeth, "Blech," he said, burying away the wet ball of fur so no cat had to witness the monstrosity of his hairball. "The things I would do to have a short pelt," he muttered to himself as he sprawled out onto his side. Despite the fact that the ground was rather cold and mushy, the tom-cat found comfort in the feeling of the cold ground beneath the grass waking him up. Cinderpaw had only just been apprenticed two moons ago but he was already large enough in appearance to be a warrior; the only thing casting a difference between him and a revered warrior of the clan being his young face and never ending cleaning duties.
Having had enough of the little awakening on the moist grounds the tom-cat got to his paws, largely ignoring the matted and wet side of his pelt that he had been laying on. "Why can't it be green-leaf?" He thought wistfully, "I'd be in a much better mood," he pointed out to himself. The way that Cinderpaw nodded to himself and stared hard at the ground would've made him seem a bit loony to outsiders but Cinderpaw had always been very animated and did his best thinking when talking to his own best friend, himself.
» N i g h t d e w • L a k e A l o n e
Water lapped at Nightdew's paws, making her shiver at first but after a few moments her body recognized the cool temperatures of the lake water and she let out a small sigh. She had never been a very skilled swimmer, let alone be able to hunt well in the waters, but that didn't mean she had complete aversions to the lake, in fact she very much enjoyed spending her free time dipping herself in the shallow ends of the lake and testing herself to see how long she can keep her paws above ground and free float. Nightdew padded in about a fox-lenghts more into the water and tried to focus on relieving her nervousness as the water lapped up against her chest. "Our ancestors use to swim all the time," she consoled herself, "some of the most skilled swimmers ever use to walk these grounds," Nightdew drew in her breath as the water rose and she felt her paws picking up from the ground. "But I am not one of them!" She exclaimed out loud, kicking her paws back until she sensed her claws hitting rock and sludge. Looking around embarrassed, she hoped nobody had seen that pathetic display.
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 3, 2018 13:42:32 GMT -5
Kestralfeather | 38 moons | Tom | Warrior Kestralfeather is not the biggest of toms, better yet, one of the smallest members of the clan to even fit in with the apprentices. Even his body might be perceived as an apprentice more if not for how fluffy his sandy coat to look like he's a bit more stocky. There is one darker shade of brown on his chest and tail tip, and has dark ocean blue eyes. Personality-wise, Kestralfeather is not the most social of cats. He never speaks out of turn, and never tries to start conversation. That doesn't mean he will not contribute to any sort of talk, yet his words are soft and spoken with much thought behind him. He would rather watch and listen than try and be the center of attention, which makes his words and thoughts much more interesting to those close to him. Speaking of those close to him, once a cat gets close to Kestralfeather, they learn that he is a very affectionate tom and tries to use observation and skills to protect/serve the clan. However, if he has a crush on someone, becomes very obviously nervous and is not very good at hiding his emotions when it comes to other stuff. Love is very difficult for him but maybe he'll find the right tom for him one day. Gheysnakelady relationships: Open(Gay) other: Open for any relationships of parents/siblings
(had to make anotehr gay cat to fit the mlm/wlw lifestyle i got going)
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Post by Fallen Stars on Aug 3, 2018 13:46:28 GMT -5
[[ I need some more gay cats in my life. I don't think I've ever roleplayed any lgbtq+ kitties before :o I'm starting to brainstorm some ideas now mwuahaha. ]]
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 3, 2018 13:47:47 GMT -5
(I can ONLY do the gay cats, which is sad because i see a lot of clans that just...straight up say no lgbt cats whatsoever. its really disheartening)
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Post by Fallen Stars on Aug 3, 2018 13:51:03 GMT -5
[[ Really now? That's a shame. I've noticed for quite a long time lgbt cats wasn't a common thing, not that people legitimately so no lgbt cats. I'm happy to see it's starting to become a more popular thing in the fandom. Or has it always been? I've been out of touch with the fandom for quite a while now so I actually don't know lol ]]
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 3, 2018 13:53:24 GMT -5
(Well, back when the actually forums were up, there was an actual rule from the moderators there that 'no same-gender cat relationships allowed in roleplay' and i was too young/didnt know at the time that it was like..kind of bad? But right now I think its just more common because it is now allowed, in a sense idk. Most people dont put it in their rules so i just like *zoom in* for that opportunity, but others will allow it but wont allow gay cats to adopt which is...stupid. anyways i wont get into it much to not clog the forum ;w; )
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Post by Fallen Stars on Aug 3, 2018 14:06:58 GMT -5
[[ Really now? That's actually pretty bad... yikes. I feel you're never too "young" enough to know that kind stuff and it should just be natural. Also that's a weird rule? Like who else do you expect to take them?? Anyways yeah, no worries rambling lol Also Morti, I responded to one of your starters c; ]] - - Acorntumble & Nightdew // Lake
Just a few more paw-steps... The light-brown tabby narrowed his eyes in concentration at the thrush absentmindedly pecking at the ground. He braced himself in his hunter's crouch, prepared to pounce on his target, until a loud exclamation somewhere off in the distance broke out. Acorntumble lifted his head up in the direction of the noise as the startled bird flew off. Completely forgetting about his lost catch, the he made his way down towards where the sound came from.
The tom stepped out of the thicket of the forest as the shore of the lake began to show. There in the distance he saw a figure standing in the water. Upon closer inspection he could tell it was a she-cat. Unfortunately however, he couldn't quite remember her name at the moment. Regardless, Acorntumble approached the shoreline close enough to where he could feel the water just lapping at his feet. "Are you alright?" He called out to her, his voice laced with concern. It was obvious she wasn't struggling in the water; however, that didn't mean she could be in distress.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 3, 2018 14:15:32 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw was sat by the apprentice’s den, having just finished cleaning her pelt and was now itching at a spot behind her ears. Since she couldn’t sit and balance to do it, she was sprawled out on the ground with her back curled, and her back leg scratching her neck. It created a rather odd oval shape, but Rabbitpaw figured whatever works, works. She finally sat up and shook her head, then saw Cinderpaw sitting and talking to himself. They were the same age, but he was so much bigger than her already! She got to her paws and hopped over to the other apprentice. “Whatcha doing?” she asked him rather loudly behind his back.
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Post by Morticat on Aug 3, 2018 14:35:22 GMT -5
» C i n d e r p a w • C a m p R a b b i t p a w
The unkempt and furry tom looked up from his trained gaze on the ground in front of him to identify the voice that had broken his train of thought. "Rabbitpaw!" He exclaimed happily, getting to his paws and head-butting the other apprentice in a friendly manner, his tail swinging through the air and catching on loose dust. "I thought you'd have been gone by now with Stormchaser," he looked around for the warrior for a moment before speaking again, "I was just thinking how nice it would be to have some warm sun on my back and my paws in the water," Cinderpaw said almost wistfully as if he were an elder that hadn't stepped paws out of camp in moons.
» N i g h t d e w • L a k e A c o r n t u m b l e
Feeling the safety of land underneath her paws again, Nightdew collected herself and let out a low breath of relief. "That wasn't too bad. Just a few more tries and you'll be able to swim," she thought to herself with confidence. She was about to wade back into the waters when she heard a tom-cat's voice coming up behind her, and she looked over her shoulder towards the voice of concern, "Oh, yes!" Nightdew stopped in her tracks, "just err, trying to go for a swim," she replied, her face flushed. "I hope he didn't see me flailing around earlier trying to get my footing,". Padding out of the water, she padded a distance away from Acorntumble to give her pelt a good shake. "Do you like the waters?" Nightdew asked, looking at the tom as she licked down bits of her fur that stuck up.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 3, 2018 14:49:21 GMT -5
Rabbitpaw purred at Cinderpaw’s greeting, her tail flicking in the air happily. She shrugged when he asked about Stormchaser. “He hasn’t come around to get me yet,” she admitted, then gazed up at the sky. It was full of white, fluffy clouds for now, but with the damp air and muddy forest floor, she had a feeling it would rain soon. “It’s warmer than it was during leaf-bare,” she said with a giggle. “But I wish the sun would come out, too. It would warm the lake back up for sure.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2018 14:57:57 GMT -5
(if they are staying back, ✨ nissabug ✨, could mumblestream come help dawn?)
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 3, 2018 15:38:31 GMT -5
((yeah just have leechpelt come tell them she’s kitting lol))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2018 15:39:23 GMT -5
(I don't have a leechpelt?)
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 3, 2018 15:41:44 GMT -5
((I know but leechpelt was the one with dawnwatcher, i meant in general when they come on lol))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2018 15:44:11 GMT -5
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Post by Fallen Stars on Aug 3, 2018 15:44:23 GMT -5
- - Acorntumble & Nightdew // Lake - -
Acorntumble let out a sigh of relief. "Phew okay, just checking." He replied. The tom took a step back as Nightdew shook her pelt, even though she was a reasonable distance away while doing so. As if almost on cue to her question, he felt the waters lap at his paws again. He looked down at them, pondering her question. "Hmm, I don't mind." he mused. Acorntumble lifted his head and gazed at the lake in front of them. "Though I don't think I've actually ever taken a swim around here. To be honest, I forget half the time we have access to this huge body of water." He admitted sheepishly. Acorntumble turned his head to Nightdew again and gave her a thoughtful look. "How about you? I'm going to assume you were taking a little swim?"
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 3, 2018 15:44:30 GMT -5
((psssssssssst))
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 3, 2018 15:45:30 GMT -5
(Lmaooo yeah i got u, u want me to put a response for Leechpelt to get Cloudpaw right? Just to make sure im reading this right)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2018 15:46:28 GMT -5
(mumblestream I believe was the intention. and are you trying to call us unsubtle you hurt me)
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 3, 2018 15:48:19 GMT -5
( jsjdha sorry i just woke up from a nap my mind cant read subtle rn xD yeah give me a sec to reply)
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 3, 2018 16:06:45 GMT -5
Feeling as it was safe to leave the birthing cat for a bit, Leechpelt felt she could check to see if Mumblestream and Cedarfur had really left the camp. "I know you said not to get Cedarfur, but maybe with our luck they haven't left the camp yet. Sit and relax, and try and put the pain towards that stick," She mewed, wondering if she sounded more like a medicine cat than her actual warrior status. Hastily, Leechpelt bolted out of the nursery and towards the entrance of the camp just in time to see Mumblestream waiting for their new leader. She stopped short of bumping into the pretty she-cat, and again tried to act as she wasn't an anxious furball in front of her. "Dawnwatcher is very much in distress right now, I think she might be in the first stages of kitting. If, erm, spouts of pain coming across her belly is what kitting is about..." Leechpelt didn't want to seem too sure of her idea, but just enough so Mumblestream could try and take it seriously. "She has asked for you and Cedarfur, and I'm just lucky to have caught you before you have made your journey."
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Kestralfeather was not in the best of moods. Like most of the other cats of the clan, he was still mourning the death of Heatherstar and had found her to be a fantastic leader amoung them. This does not mean Kestralfeather had ill-thoughts towards Cedarfur, but the new change was just so sudden even with Heatherstar's ill state. No matter, Kestralfeather thought, it was just something he would have to adapt to like all other cats. It wasn't like he was very very close to her, just close enough. Sighing, Kestralfeather was moving across the camp, unaware of Dawnwatcher's kitting or Mumblestream/Cedarfur's departure. All he wanted to do was try and go out hunting, maybe with a cat or two if someone could humor him for company.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 3, 2018 16:19:21 GMT -5
Mumblestream stared at Leechpelt for a moment, taking in what she said, then scurried back into the medicine den. She had a feeling the kits would be soon, but not this soon. They would have to complete all the ceremonies later; Cedarfur would have insisted if she didn’t herself. She gathered raspberry leaves, chervil, and coltsfoot just in case, then wrapped them up in a dock leaf and set them aside. She stepped back outside to Leechpelt and dropped a ball of moss at the younger she-cat’s paws. “Can you soak up some water for Dawnwatcher, please?” she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed her bundle of herbs and hurried to the nursery.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2018 16:24:05 GMT -5
Before she'd been given the chance to protest, Leechpelt had fled from the nursery and bounded off. Left to suffer alone, the queen had her eyes tightly shut, tail flicking from side to side as her breaths came out in short and pained pants. On the entrance of a cat into the nursery, the queen whimpered sheepishly. "I told her not to, I'm sorry," she cringed and burrowed her nose into the moss of her nest as a wail tugged from her lips. Giving her mate an apologetic look when he too entered, "I could have managed by myself, you need to get your lives." Her head drooped back into the nest as another pain struck, shaking her flanks with every breath she took. Slowly but surely the pain only intensified, giving the soon to be new mother very few breaks as her kits began to make their way into the world.
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 3, 2018 16:24:32 GMT -5
Leechpelt knew the routine already, having helped Mumblestream in the past when she was low on help. Mostly when Cloudpaw was not available or hadn't even been elevated to medicine cat apprentice. She grabbed the mossball and hurried towards the little stream, taking her time so that the moss filled to the brim with cold water. Once that was done, Leechpelt joined Mumblestream in the nursery to where she had left Dawnwatcher and placed the moss right next to the queen's muzzle. "There, thankfully I was quick enough right Dawnwatcher?" Leechpelt mused, a faint hint of humor in her voice to possibly calm the shecat down. She then remained silent, wondering if either she-cats would need her assistance further or want her to go.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 3, 2018 16:36:37 GMT -5
Mumblestream unraveled the bundle of herbs as she spoke. “I think it’s better that we’re here,” she said, pushing a couple of raspberry leaves toward the queen’s muzzle for her to eat. “Kitting is difficult when you’re alone.” She then put a gentle paw on Dawnwatcher’s stomach, feeling for the placement of the kits. They were almost ready to be born! Her heart fluttered with excitement for the new mother as she gave her a comforting lick on the forehead. “Just keep breathing steady. You’re doing good so far.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2018 16:40:44 GMT -5
Flinching at the pressure placed on her sensitive stomach by the medicine cat, she groaned softly as an especially strong contraction coursed through her flanks. Doing as she was told and taking the leaves in to her mouth and swallowing them quickly in spite of their especially vile flavour. She looked to Cedarfur apologetically, "His nine lives are more important then me," she grumbled weakly. The clan needed a strong leader more than they needed a queen. Ears flatenning to her head, a hiss ripped from her lips as the pressure between her hind legs grew until she felt she might just faint from the agony. Until at last she gasped aloud, and her first kit slipped into the moss beside her. Pricking her ears forward, she moved to sniff at her newborn, a tiny tom kit no bigger than a mouse. A tired purr rumbled from her chest, as she slunk back into the comfort of her nest. "StarClan help me if this is what good feels like," she whimpered aloud, but the pride beamed in her amber eyes.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 3, 2018 16:46:58 GMT -5
((how many are there officially lol))
Mumblestream purred with laughter, then quickly nipped the sac open and pushed the tom closer to his mother so he could nurse. She looked over her shoulder. “Leechpelt, you can help clean the kits if you would like,” she said sweetly. Any help was appreciated. She felt the queen’s stomach again, waiting for another contraction. “There’s another coming soon,” she mewed, looking happily at both Cedarfur and Dawnwatcher. “Remember to use the stick if you need it.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2018 16:50:20 GMT -5
(three)
Despite the pain, the new mother lowered her nose to gently sniff at her newborn son. Ears perked forward and eyes alight with joy as she watched the little tom kit squirm close to her flank. Giving him a careful lick, she seemed surprised when he let out a mewl of protest at her disruption from his meal. Amusement causing her whiskers to twitch, she looked as though she was going to say something further, when pain coursed through her again and she was distracted from greeting her newborn. Burrowing her claws into the moss, she moaned again. This time the pain far more painful than the first, she heaved but found her efforts to be of no avail. Grimacing, as a low growl of pain and frustration pulled from her lips, she shifted and shivered. Trying to deliver her second born, but to some difficulty.
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Post by Fallen Stars on Aug 3, 2018 16:51:50 GMT -5
[[ Hm, debating if I want to make any more cats at the moment. I also have Dandelionsneeze floating around if anyone's up for that. ]]
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 3, 2018 16:53:13 GMT -5
(She can talk to Kestralfeather if she wants, I already put up my starter! and make as much cats as you feel ur comfortable with -w-)
(ALso idk what to do with Leechpelt so just have her watching from the background and trying to help as much as she can as i think of a good response)
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