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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 19:47:32 GMT -5
(please no XD and awesome, shall I get up a kitting starter then?)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 23, 2018 19:51:18 GMT -5
Yessss, super pumped tbh )))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 19:58:08 GMT -5
(Could I create a kit too?)
Crowface was at the pile, he studied each prey quietly. He never bothered to eat the rats or mice, he heard of the sicknesses they could bring upon a warrior. He didn’t like moles either, tasted like dirt. He especially hated fish, it was rubbery and smelly. The Siamese settled for a bird, he enjoyed ripping out the feathers, they made a satisfying ripping sound. He told a large bird and walked near the small stream of water that divided the camp. He then began to dig into his meal, stopping every once in a while for a drink. He wondered what to do know, now that Coalpaw was dead, he had all the free time in the world. He didn’t fear that Coalpaw would tell the clan in a dream or even the medicine cats. He licked blood off his paws as he remembered what he told the apprentice who visit him in a dream. ‘Tell ANYONE about what happened and I’ll send a pack a foxes into the camp.’ Of course he was bluffing, though he would gladly find a way to make that reality.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 19:58:23 GMT -5
As the conversation with her deputy continued, the strange sensation in her swollen stomach only seemed to strengthen and continue. Rocking her flanks from one side to the other, trying to find relief from the growing pressure in her stomach, she lowered herself to the ground with a slight pant. Hoping the cool of the snow underfoot might aid her in numbing the pain, thinking nothing of it as her stomach began to tense and roll with strange waves. Though painful, for now it was bearable, the inexperinced leader thinking it to be nothing more than active kits kicking. But as time passed, it was becoming harder to breath or think straight. Her eyes narrowed, leaning on Wolfmane a little in an attempt to keep herself upright and comfortable. Eyes narrowing a shade, she said nothing as she listened to the toms converse for a while, her ears flicking back and forth in frustration and confusion.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 19:59:06 GMT -5
(sure I believe that’s five now)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 23, 2018 20:02:49 GMT -5
Frosted is gonna be a busy qween xD ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 20:03:43 GMT -5
(aye but she and her kits are going to be kept prisoner in her own den so XD)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 23, 2018 20:07:11 GMT -5
Oooooh yeaah, I forgot about that. The plot intensifies ~oDo~ ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 20:11:32 GMT -5
(StarClan help us all)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 23, 2018 20:20:49 GMT -5
Pineshade - Verglasclan Territory | Returning to camp Pineshade trotted to camp with his thick, plumed tail held straight in the air. A large thrush swung this way and that as he moved, it's wing stretched backward as it hung from his teeth. Puffed- and covered head to tail in wasp stings- the white and orange tom was making progress when a pungent odor stopped him in his tracks. Musky and oddly canid, Pineshade's ears flattened as he scowered the back of his mind for a match. It was faint, too vague to identify; but present enough for the oblivious tom to catch it on his tongue. Crooking his tail to the side, Pineshade set off to camp with a hurried pace. Large paws slipping on the slightly frosted ground as he went, the warrior somehow managed to avoid tumbling. Someone with a keener nose would identify the strange stench, and it was neer camp- close enough to cause worry. Maybe the wind had carried it, but better safe than sorry. Pineshade once again hurtled towards camp, this time with a better reason than wasps spurring him on.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 20:27:37 GMT -5
(I usually look on Pinterest to get ideas for cats. I found like five cats that I want the kit to be based off of because they’re all so pretty looking lmao)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 23, 2018 20:33:14 GMT -5
Ooo, can't wait to see what you pick ^^ ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 20:55:31 GMT -5
{ Heyo, heyo. I'm alive. I'll get replies up shortly.
edit: I'll have to do it tomorrow; I'm caught up in something at the moment. }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 7:31:14 GMT -5
Littlefoot VerglasClan Territory With Lynxgaze, Blizzardtalon & Smokepaw [Falconwing & @velveteenwolf] She didn't reply to Lynxgaze's question, her tail lashing back and forth. Every moment we waste here is precious, she thought, looking over her shoulder. Her nose twitched, but the wind was pushing towards her. It carried the scent away, gave her only preyscent and the scent of the warriors and apprentice. Littlefoot parted her jaws as she turned to look at the others again, her pupils narrowing as she watched them speak. "With any sort of luck, we will not be facing a fox. Just ensuring that it has left the territory," she said gently, before taking off the way she had come. She paused only briefly to ensure that the others could see her, at the very least; what she lacked in strength and size, she more than made up for in speed. Once back on the trail she'd been, the fox scent was easy for her to pick up. Her nose led the way as her paws crunched against the cold ground, and she did not need to pause to catch the scent. Though it zigzagged here and there, she was quick to adjust her path and follow it as accurately as she could. As the scent became stronger, she called back to the others. "I think it's close," her mew was louder than usual, more confident than she felt. She doubted that a cat needed to have a very strong sense of smell; the stench of fox was potent, and caused the fur along her spine to rise. Her jaw dropped open, ears twitching as she tried to listen. "Very close. Keep an eye out - we want to see it before it sees us."
PigeonsongVerglasClan Camp With Fawngaze [ Tekoa] Slit eyes watched as the warrior left to retrieve him some prey. Pigeonsong felt the hunger pang in his stomach, and found himself surprisingly grateful. Being kept well-fed - it was something that he had dreamt of as a kit, and when he'd been tired as an apprentice. His tongue rasped over one paw and he drew it over his whiskers, careful to angle his claws away from his face. One ear twitched to acknowledge Fawngaze's return, and he squinted at the thrush. He did enjoy birds. "Thank you," the old tom mewed, his tone perhaps a little softer than it had been. It was, of course, by no means gentle. But it never had been. Perhaps when his kits had been young and he had been in his youth; but he'd always been a little harsher than most. He began to lick the thrush to remove some of the feathers, plucking it with practiced ease. Once he'd cleared a section, he sunk his teeth into it and savoured the taste. Fawngaze's question caused him to perk his ears as he chewed thoughtfully. There was something lighter about him - being asked questions about his youth always brought something of a better nature to him. "I've fought a few," he said, puffing out his chest. "But the most memorable was one when I was an apprentice. Protecting her cubs. The best thing to do is to be fast on your paws and outsmart it - watch its eyes. Foxes are smarter than you expect, but they are predictable. If you get pinned or bitten, it's over for you. They don't play fair or by any code."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 11:15:53 GMT -5
I have my kit’s form done, do I give her a basic personality and we develop it as we rp?) (I’m debating between the names Tallshadow, Tallcreek or Foxglove for her warrior name.) (She’s a tall light grey and black cat with silver eyes and a bushy tail)
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Post by kanti on Aug 24, 2018 11:41:18 GMT -5
{ I’m really sorry I’ve been gone for so long guys... Life’s been hectic. ^^’ hopefully after work I can finally have time to sit down and RP. What did I miss..? }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 11:45:30 GMT -5
(Hope your ok Kant, life can get hectic sometimes so I understand! Unfortunately we had to move on some and the kitting has semi begun.
I like foxglovekit fort!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 12:10:25 GMT -5
As the conversation with her deputy continued, the strange sensation in her swollen stomach only seemed to strengthen and continue. Rocking her flanks from one side to the other, trying to find relief from the growing pressure in her stomach, she lowered herself to the ground with a slight pant. Hoping the cool of the snow underfoot might aid her in numbing the pain, thinking nothing of it as her stomach began to tense and roll with strange waves. Though painful, for now it was bearable, the inexperinced leader thinking it to be nothing more than active kits kicking. But as time passed, it was becoming harder to breath or think straight. Her eyes narrowed, leaning on Wolfmane a little in an attempt to keep herself upright and comfortable. Eyes narrowing a shade, she said nothing as she listened to the toms converse for a while, her ears flicking back and forth in frustration and confusion. (in case you missed it ~Skyblaze~)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 12:15:28 GMT -5
Parting his jaws and flaring his nostrils, the muscled tom gave his patrol a fair berth as he snaked back and forth through the local foliage. Searching for the scents of the damned beast in question, eager to see it dead or at the very least its tail in the distance as it fled from clan territory. His tail flicked back and forth with frustration as he moved. Large paws leaving indentations in the snow underfoot as he moved, in a world of his own as he searched for the scents beside his patrol. That’s when he caught it, the heavy and rotten scent of the cruel beast he hated so, a growl slipped from his lips as he tried to pinpoint the direction in which the animal was headed, and deducted that Littlefoot had been correct, that it did in deed appear to be in the direction of the Evergreen Cliffside. But intermingled with the smell, was the familiar scent of his clanmates, he could only hope that they had the common sense to safe. “Shall we go?” He asked, at last casting his gaze back to the trio of cats.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 24, 2018 12:36:37 GMT -5
(Im here! On mobile for a bit so will be slow!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 12:37:36 GMT -5
(Ok, do I give her a basic personality since she’s a kit?) (I have Crowface, Gracklefur and Treesade open btw. Though Gracklefur might have to help Frostedstar soon with her kitting unless we skip it.)
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Post by kanti on Aug 24, 2018 12:45:00 GMT -5
{ It’s no problem! I’m really glad you guys continued, I didn’t want things to hadn’t up because of me. I got to say, I actually really like the idea of the kits having subtle powers. And I like that they would be gifts given from either the DF or SC. An idea I had for mine would be that he kept having prophetic dreams about some dark ‘God.’ And he believes that he is the prophetic teller of a new age or whatever, really crazy stuff. But he’s convinced that because of these continuous visions that he is the chosen one. So he goes on the path to become a medicine cat, but unbeknownst to anyone he’s really becoming a vessel for a dark forest cat to kind of control him. Personality wise he is a very sweet, calm cat but who is so vehemently religious that he incorporates it in everything. But he’s super friendly, and cats can either be drawn to him saying he’s like an Oracle, or be off put by it. Some might even think that it’s sacrilege that he thinks there’s any other power other than StarClan. But that would be his kind of ‘power’
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 12:59:39 GMT -5
(all valid points kant, and that idea does sound really cool. like a starclan kit torn between darker thoughtsXD I'm just unsure, and sorry fort hadn't seen your initial question hadn't intended to be rude! basic is fine for now)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 24, 2018 13:01:39 GMT -5
Sounds really cool. owo Also, since the fox is near Evergreen cliffside @velveteenwolf do you want it to bump into Pineshade? He could be running from it/ barely keeping it off while the patrol finds them? Maybe it was attracted to the prey the hunting party caught and bumped into him while seaking them out? ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 13:04:45 GMT -5
(that would work tek! I like it)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 13:05:09 GMT -5
(That’s fine ^^, I’ll load up her form now)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 13:05:47 GMT -5
Tallkit, A tall kit with thick fur. She has a black head covered with light grey faded dappled markings. Her neck gradually changes to light grey with smaller markings at the bottom. Her stomach is black with a faded dirty grey tips. Her front legs are black with thick dirty grey patches that are cut in half with a thick black stripe. Her back legs are mostly black with faded dirty grey markings. Her paws are black. Her back is black with her tail being bushy and plush, striped dirty grey and black with the tip being a light grey. Her eyes, like her father, are a pale grey. Around her eyes are light grey patches that make her bright eyes stand out more. She is a curious kit who likes to talk and ask questions. Strangely mature for her age as she isn’t naive or gullible. Fortunata Rank: Kit Relationships/Bloodlines: Daughter to Frostedstar and Wolfmane. Her littermates are (idk who the other kits are) Other: Hi welcome to Chili’s
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 13:10:23 GMT -5
(wait, I thought her name would be foxglovekit? is that to be her warrior name? cos if so I'm not entirely sure cats know what a glove is)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 24, 2018 13:23:03 GMT -5
Alright, I'll post after I walk my pupper (casually calls her pupper even though she's two ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 13:23:33 GMT -5
(I call every dog I meet, regardless of age, puppy XD)
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