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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Sept 3, 2018 21:52:58 GMT -5
Brackenfang | Sparrow tom | senior warrior | 48 moons A sturdy thick furred lynx point with a creamy white undercoat, grey markings, a big scar across his shoulders, and pale blue eyes. An observant and attentive clanmate, Brackenfang has a sharp memory and some minor paranoia. Comes off as quiet as he dislikes taking the lead and is a patient listener. A better hunter than fighter, he rarely engages in fights by himself, preferring to tag team an enemy. Was a loner before joining the clan as a young warrior and dislikes talking about his time before joining. Loyal to Valleyclan and fascinated by Starclan, but has only a loose dedication to the warrior code motivated mainly by his concern for clanmates. Open and Bi | None | other Doestep | Sparrow she-cat | elder | 137 moons A skinny, warm orange-brown bengal-spotted cat with long legs, a smattering of small scars, and dim green eyes. Doestep once was a quick footed warrior who was as hard to hit in battle as she was to pin down for a patrol. Always on the move, she wasn't the most obedient warrior and never settled down with a mate, but Doestep served her clan long and hard. Forced to retire due to failing eyesight and aching joints, Doestep is still quick with a joke and a kind word. Prone to exaggerate when telling stories and very wistful for her youth. None | Stormflood Would it be okay for Doestep to be Snowdapple's grandmother or Aunt? | other Sprucepaw | Sparrow she-cat | senior apprentice | 10 moons A fluffy russet tabby with a bushy tail and light green eyes. A little clumsy, easy to startle, and has difficulty focusing. She's a fast learner, which compensates for how little she pays attention. Sprucepaw is humble, not easily angered, nosy, and likes to tease her clanmates. Not clear if she's stubborn or stupidly brave, but she hates to back down when she's outmatched in a fight. Open and straight | -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ and Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» Could she be Sunpaw and Firepaw's sibling? | other (May I claim 'Cat A' from "Blood runs thicker than water"?) Aspenstrike | Sparrow Tom | senior warrior | 62 moons A lithe black cat with white patches covering his chin, throat, paws, and belly. He has yellow eyes, long claws, and is missing his right ear from a fight with a fox years before. Adept at climbing trees and creative battle moves. Impulsive and holds grudges easily, he got into a lot of spats with clanmates as an apprentice. Aspenstrike has an easy smile and is as quick with his tongue as with his claws, striking up conversation just to hear his own voice. Generous with compliments and good at spinning criticism in a positive light. Easily infatuated, dislikes being ignored, has megalomaniac tendencies, and is a little possessive. Has a strong belief in Starclan and general superstitions. Mates with Dawnwatcher | None living | Cat A? accepted
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Sept 3, 2018 22:01:43 GMT -5
Whiteember| calliopemarie female| warrior | 32 moons Whiteember is a stunningly white she cat with subtle gray tabby markings on her ears and face. Her neck and hind legs bear the same tiger stripe markings as her ears and face do. Along the front of her shoulders are some darker gray spots. Her legs are the a gradient from darker gray to the subtle gray the she cat sports elsewhere on her white coat. Her front toes are white as well. The catβs body is of normal size, but she has lean muscle tone and a lithe looking body. Whiteemberβs luxurious fluffy tail has the same gradient but with a black tip. She has bright amber eyes that mimic flames with small specks of gold circling around the iris. This is where she found her namesake. Her nose and paw pads are a light pink. The she-catβs darker fur is speckled with white as if snow has fallen on her. Whiteember is a softspoken she-cat and often does more listening than talking. Even though she appears to be a softie, donβt let that fool you. At the flip of a switch, she goes from the dainty she-cat her appearance leads others to believe to a fierce strong willed warrior. Whiteember is very patient and attentive with others. She makes a great teacher, but can be strict. She has a strong sense of hearing and with her long legs, sheβs an excellent runner. She enjoys hanging around the nursery and is often found playing with the kits. Best friend to Ivytangle? | sister to Silversun | Silversun| calliopemarie Male| warrior | 32 moons Silversun is a light blue-gray tom with a lighter gray undercoat. He sports a dark spinal stripe that continues down his tail. He has dark rings around his tail and his legs are dark as well. His left front foot is white along with a circular spot on his left ear. The tom has dark fur rimming around his bright yellow amber eyes that seem to pierce through oneβs soul. The tom is well built with lean muscles and long legs. He has silky soft long fur that keeps this tom warm during the cold months. Silversun is a very perceptive tom that is often straightforward with his clanmates. He is rather outgoing and speaks more than his sister, Whiteember. He is rather humorous, cracking jokes to lighten the mood. He is very independent, which doesnβt quite make him a team player. The tom does what he has to though. He is faithful to his clan and empathetic towards others, always being that big brother figure to everyone. | brother to Whiteember | You need to read the rules.
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 3, 2018 22:14:58 GMT -5
Crowpaw // Camp // Nightrunner & Posionpaw The tom-cat nods excitedly to his sister, hoping up and looking toward Nightrunner then to poisonpaw "Yeah! That's a good idea Poisonpaw." It would be exciting and just as poisonpaw had states, a family outing. It would be nice to spend more time with his sister and mother. He enjoyed their company. Crowpaw looked back toward his mother once again, seeking a response in the form of a yes or no to his sister and his own request that she take them both out hunting. His paws shifting in anticipation for the answer.
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Post by Sparrow on Sept 3, 2018 22:48:31 GMT -5
Sprucepaw
After waking, Sprucepaw chased after a mouse, hoping to catch an early meal, but the slanted ground of the cave slowed her and the mouse scurried into a crevice. She stuck her paw deep into the hole and fished around hoping to scrape against the runaway breakfast, but the narrow hole was deeper than it looked and the mouse just out of reach. Sprucepaw heaved a frustrated sigh and laid flat against the ground and shoved her leg in between the stone until her shoulder strained, but her claws were still grasping at empty air. Pulling her paw from the hole, she poked her nose in and breathed the scents. The mouse was still there! She put her cheek against the ground and squinted into the dark crevice at the mouse.
"Get your naked tail out here so I can eat you!" She hissed quietly. The mouse did not oblige.
Sprucepaw's tail lashed for a moment before she grew impatient and her eyes flicked back in the direction of her nest. There was prey in camp waiting. Sprucepaw flexed her claws indecisively before she kicked a pebble into the hole and padded disgruntled back to the main part of camp. Dumb mouse.
As she returned, Sprucepaw spied Sunpaw and Honeyspots sharing a meal together. Oh nice! That would cheer her up. Sprucepaw swerved back to the edges of camp and crept behind some stalagmite so she could sneak up behind her brother. She watched her paws as she slunk toward them. Now would be a bad time to trip.
[I'll write up starters for the other cats in a minute.]
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Post by calliopemarie on Sept 3, 2018 22:56:44 GMT -5
Whiteember| calliopemarie female| warrior | 42 moons Whiteember is a stunningly white she cat with subtle gray tabby markings on her ears and face. Her neck and hind legs bear the same tiger stripe markings as her ears and face do. Along the front of her shoulders are some darker gray spots. Her legs are the a gradient from darker gray to the subtle gray the she cat sports elsewhere on her white coat. Her front toes are white as well. The catβs body is of normal size, but she has lean muscle tone and a lithe looking body. Whiteemberβs luxurious fluffy tail has the same gradient but with a black tip. She has bright amber eyes that mimic flames with small specks of gold circling around the iris. This is where she found her namesake. Her nose and paw pads are a light pink. The she-catβs darker fur is speckled with white as if snow has fallen on her. Whiteember is a softspoken she-cat and often does more listening than talking. Even though she appears to be a softie, donβt let that fool you. At the flip of a switch, she goes from the dainty she-cat her appearance leads others to believe to a fierce strong willed warrior. Whiteember is very patient and attentive with others. She makes a great teacher, but can be strict. She has a strong sense of hearing and with her long legs, sheβs an excellent runner. She enjoys hanging around the nursery and is often found playing with the kits.
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Finchtalon| calliopemarie Male| warrior | 40 moons Finchtalon is a russet colored tom with a cream undercoat. He had a dark red face, paws, ears, and tail. His body is covered in red stripes. He has light pink paw pads and nose. His eyes are a bright fern green with gold lining his pupils. Due to his Somalian ancestry, this tom has a long yet muscled body that easily allows him to climb trees and run with ease. Finchtalon is an sort of arrogant and gregarious sort of tom. He likes to think himself a charmer, but in all reality, he has no idea the right words to say. When heβs not making a fool of himself, the tom is quite intelligent and down to earth. He is extremely dependable and helpful to others. He has quite the soft spot for apprentices and will often be found telling them wild stories if not helping them with their training.
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Sept 3, 2018 23:04:19 GMT -5
You still need to re-read the rules. I am not accepting ANY warriors under 40 moons
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Post by calliopemarie on Sept 3, 2018 23:11:14 GMT -5
You still need to re-read the rules. I am not accepting ANY warriors under 40 moons done. Wasn't that I didn't read just didn't update.
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Post by Sparrow on Sept 3, 2018 23:43:51 GMT -5
Doestep
Doestep was just waking. It was one of the few nice aspects of being an elder. She could sleep in all she wanted! Telling stories to kits and young apprentices was pretty great, too. Being old somehow made them think she'd been around forever. She smiled and yawned, thinking of the time she'd had to explain to a tiny Sprucekit that she hadn't known Badgerstar personally. She wasn't that old. No one was. She might have been offended if it wasn't so funny.
Doestep blinked her eyes open and winced at the dull ache that joined her with consciousness. She stretched her stiff legs out in her nest, working out the small pops of pain that built in her joints during the night. After a couple minutes of that she stood and glanced over to her nest neighbor, Duckwing.
"Duckwing, Deary, are you hungry for anything?" She asked. "I'm going to take a walk by the fresh kill pile."
As an elder, she could get an apprentice to fetch her a meal, but she preferred to get food herself. She couldn't hunt anymore, but she sure could walk the treelength from her nest to the fresh kill pile.
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Aspenstrike
Aspenstrike was following Dawnwatcher's scent to the Reflecting Lake. His pelt prickled with irritation. He wasn't certain of when his kits were due, but it was clearly soon and trekking out to the lake with such a swollen stomach could not be doing any favors for them. His left ear twitched at the sound of Spottedwing's voice and he slowed his pace a bit. Right, she'd gone with Spottedwing. At least she was sensible enough to not go alone.
Aspenstrike forced his ranked fur to smooth down as he approached the sandy bank of the lake. Spottedwing was on the shore, but Dawnwatcher was sitting on a stone shelf over the shallow water. The both of them were drenched. Dawnwatcher's fur clung to her, framing her swollen belly and she wore a gleeful expression. Coupled with the way her wet fur was reflecting the sunlight into Aspenstrike's eyes; she was shining. The anger in his chest loosened a bit and he managed a more genuine smile than the one he'd plastered on moments before.
"Did you fancy a swim?" He laughed in greeting to his mate, barely giving Spottedwing a second glance.
[gtg to bed, I'll write something up for Brackenfang tomorrow.]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2018 1:04:18 GMT -5
Ears perking at the sound of approaching pawsteps, for a heartbeat the idea of an ambush flickered through her mind as she wasnt sure who else might have followed them to the lake. But soon she spotted the all too familiar pelt of Aspenstrike, and a smile lit her expression when she spotted him. The slender warrior lifted herself to her paws and shook out her fur, sending droplets of water flying in various directions before hauling herself back onto the bank and bounding towards him with a happy purr rumbling from deep in her chest. Rubbing her frame against his in an affectionate greeting, βIts quite a lovely day for a swim,β she repliedwith an amused twitch of her whiskers. Fortunately too late to pick up on the initial tone of frustration with which he had initially approached the pair. βSoon enough I wont be able to come out of camp for moons, so I might as well make the most of it now.β Her purr brimmed with excitement despite her words. βPlus I had the mighty Spottedwing to keep me safe, though apparently she cant even protect herself from a very pregnant queen.β Her growl was a playful one this time, despite the fact she was now freezing.
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Post by Sparrow on Sept 4, 2018 14:07:39 GMT -5
Aspenstrike
Aspenstrike stumbled away in shock from Dawnwatcher's affectionate rubbing as her dripping fur spread the chilly water over his pelt. He laughed through his alarm, shaking droplets from his whiskers, "Oh, I see."
He could see she was going to catch greencough if she wasn't more careful. He gently touched his nose to Dawnwatcher's in greeting and meowed in concern, "You're freezing."
Aspenstrike stepped close to his sodden mate, pressing his warm pelt against hers and began grooming her fur to help it dry out faster. Getting her dry and warm was priority, as uncomfortable a damp pelt would be. He purred as she teased Spottedwing, resting his chin on her shoulder, "Don't be too hard on her, pregnant or not, she was fighting the best warrior in the clan."
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Brackenfang
Brackenfang skidded across the ground, spraying sand up against the pine tree's trunk as he pinned a squirrel to the trunk's base. He would have lost his catch if the squirrel had made it up the tree before him and it nearly had. He snapped its neck in his jaws and gently shook out sand from its fluffy pelt. The noise of his mad dash after the squirrel had left the surrounding pine trees abnormally silent as other nearly prey fled. Well then, no point in sticking around this section of the Dead Forest.
He padded softly back through the trees, noting the gradual return of chickadees whistling in the pine canopy. Brackenfang preferred a clanmate's company for most warrior duties; he got lonely easy, but hunting was the exception. Old habits had an ugly way of rearing their head when he was hunting. Stealing someone's catch in Valleyclan was, at most, incredibly rude. As a loner, prey was something worth fighting to the death over; without it he might starve. Learning not to snarl at a clanmate for interrupting him while hunting was difficult when he first joined.
Finding the spot he'd kicked some dirt and needles over a mouse he'd caught earlier, Brackenfang gathered the second piece of prey so he was carrying his two catches by their tails and padded back toward camp. The prey wouldn't be half as good when it was cold.
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Sept 4, 2018 16:21:23 GMT -5
[ hopefully will be on after work today ]
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 4, 2018 16:47:37 GMT -5
((K
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Sept 4, 2018 16:52:54 GMT -5
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Sept 4, 2018 16:54:22 GMT -5
Soo- i'm finally home c: I need to do replies of the following: Skyhawk to Jaggedleap Hollyfrost to Grousestar And i believe a starter for Shadow and Ivytangle??
Correct me if i'm wrong. But they'll come at some point today.
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Sept 4, 2018 16:56:17 GMT -5
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Sept 4, 2018 16:59:38 GMT -5
//screams kaaaaaaalllleee waiffffuuuu!
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 4, 2018 17:03:17 GMT -5
((Nice
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Sept 4, 2018 17:07:13 GMT -5
//s c r e a m s
i misssed u my luv
would anyone like to rp? @ quail and rossy
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Sept 4, 2018 17:09:50 GMT -5
I have Cloudchaser open- and I believe that's it WAIT and i have Firepaw open
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 4, 2018 17:15:06 GMT -5
((All my cats are taken up otherwise id love too u-u
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Sept 4, 2018 17:22:31 GMT -5
i have tempest, shattered, and frost open
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Sept 4, 2018 17:28:02 GMT -5
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Post by Stormflood on Sept 4, 2018 18:05:59 GMT -5
Snowdapplecamp with Pinepaw-- β πππ πππππ-πππππSnowdapple allowed herself a low purr in response to Pinepaw's honest one. "Hollyfrost send you on this," she paused to formulate her words, "errand?" Snowdapple held no ill will towards tortoiseshell she-cat. She was pretty enough that she could use her beauty to her advantage if she so chose. Her kind nature was a bit of a turn off, Snowdapple wasn't entirely sure if that was her own false niceties reminding her of how genuine kindness could get one far or if it was the cold and aggressive snaps she had seen the she-cat doll out at seemingly random. Snowdapple preferred the latter reasoning. "Or did Dawnwatcher ask you to do this?" She had to hold a snarl from forming at her lips as she nearly spit out the words. The young queen was far too naive for her own good. Snowdapple had once tried to help her when she was a young apprentice who could barely look past her feet without tripping. Dawnwatcher had been far too flighty for her own good and Snowdapple had given up shortly after starting.
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Post by Stormflood on Sept 4, 2018 18:10:26 GMT -5
((That's correct about the starter -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ(( Sparrow I'm fine with either- however you said she never settled down with a mate? So perhaps an Aunt, unless Snowdapple was one of her sibling's kits
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Sept 4, 2018 18:27:33 GMT -5
(( -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ firepaw can go hang out with sunpaw and honeyspots!! :3c ))
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Post by Sparrow on Sept 4, 2018 19:03:54 GMT -5
((That's correct about the starter -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ (( Sparrow I'm fine with either- however you said she never settled down with a mate? So perhaps an Aunt, unless Snowdapple was one of her sibling's kits [Yes, sorry, I meant great-aunt or aunt. So, either the sibling of a grandparent or the sibling of one of Snowdapple's parents. Depends how close you'd prefer them to be related.]
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Post by Stormflood on Sept 4, 2018 21:30:00 GMT -5
(( Sparrow I like the idea of her being Snowdapple's Grandmother just so she can have an older figure to look up to/at
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Post by Sparrow on Sept 4, 2018 21:34:09 GMT -5
[Alrighty! Great-aunt since Doestep never had a mate, but a nice big generation gap.]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2018 1:14:43 GMT -5
Aspenstrike Aspenstrike stumbled away in shock from Dawnwatcher's affectionate rubbing as her dripping fur spread the chilly water over his pelt. He laughed through his alarm, shaking droplets from his whiskers, "Oh, I see." He could see she was going to catch greencough if she wasn't more careful. He gently touched his nose to Dawnwatcher's in greeting and meowed in concern, "You're freezing." Aspenstrike stepped close to his sodden mate, pressing his warm pelt against hers and began grooming her fur to help it dry out faster. Getting her dry and warm was priority, as uncomfortable a damp pelt would be. He purred as she teased Spottedwing, resting his chin on her shoulder, "Don't be too hard on her, pregnant or not, she was fighting the best warrior in the clan."
Purring in amusement when her plan to get her mate so,ewhat soaked worked, she stepped away a foxlength or two as not to annoy him, knowing he didnβt have the best of tempers at times, only to be halted in her tracks, shaking her head with a chuckle. βIβm fine, donβt worry yourself,β she promised rubbing her head gratefully against his with an affectionate purr rumbling from her chest at his attention. βA little bit of cold wonβt kill me,β it didnβt especially strengthen her argument that she was chattering her teeth as she spoke, and couldnβt quite stop shivering. Nuzzling into her mates side defeatedly, she accepted his worried attention with a chuckle.
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Post by β πππ πππππ-πππππ on Sept 5, 2018 12:26:56 GMT -5
[ hey, sorry for not being on the past few days. I really just haven't had the energy to come on until today ]
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