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Post by MadFaith on Dec 29, 2018 19:00:52 GMT -5
(I'm here!)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 19:01:21 GMT -5
Yay!)
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 29, 2018 19:07:05 GMT -5
(Wanna rp?)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 19:08:21 GMT -5
Yes!)
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 29, 2018 19:18:58 GMT -5
(Who do you want to use?)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 19:23:20 GMT -5
I'd love to get working on this prophecy. We can maybe some how have rock and owl interact. Maybe in a dream? Or rock somehow stumbles upon him in the forest?)
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 29, 2018 19:25:00 GMT -5
(I'm open to both, which would you prefer?)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 19:28:21 GMT -5
Probably the dream)
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 29, 2018 19:36:50 GMT -5
(That works, I can start if you want)
Rockshard felt his eyelids growing heavy as he lay in his nest, his tail wrapped tightly around his body, the scent of his mate lingering on the nest beside him. Sighing deeply, he gave in to the weariness and fully closed his eyes, not that it changed much vision-wise, and swiftly was lulled into a deep sleep. His dreams are where he saw things again, and he enjoyed these moments when his eyes worked once more. Blinking at the bright light that filtered through the eaves around him, a soft smile creeping onto his lips as he bounded through the undergrowth, the colours a vivid spectrum around him. His tail flicked happily as he wandered through the sunlit forest.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 29, 2018 19:43:45 GMT -5
((am here
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 20:03:18 GMT -5
He called himself Owl now, deciding he didn't deserve the title "star". At first he spent his days letting his wounds heal in a place where no one would look for him; the small twolegplace on Lightningclans' border. He slept most days, plagued by nightmares at night but when the rogues and loners began asking questions, he left, now wandering the Dark Pines. Occasionally Wren would visit Owl in his dreams, giving him a reprieve from the darkness that pulsed on the edges of his consciousness, beckoning to him, waiting to lure him into madness. Tonight was one of those sweet nights when he could feel his beloveds' fur on his, smell her sweet scent, and look into those warm, honey eyes. Tonight, she led him into the sunny forest, rather than curling together as they normally did, and she led him to a young tom Owl didn't want to face again: Rockpaw.
"Rockshard," Wren said in her voice, deep and thick as a hive full of honey, calling to the young warrior.
"Shard?" Owl asked, "when did he become a warrior?"
"When your warriors started doing your job for you," Wren retorted. It was time, in her eyes, for Owl to stop pitying himself and do something for the clan. Or all would be lost.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 20:43:46 GMT -5
Brightmoss puffed up his fur before he climbed up the tree and seated himself on the lower branch. He crossed his paws and looked out into the snowy forest, “It’s funny how beautiful this forest gets during leaf-bare only for it to be the worse time of the year.” He felt a bit of snow fall onto his nose, “When I was a kit, I fell a tail length deep within snow. It was my first time seeing it, my parents didn’t even know I feel in.” He chuckled weakly as the experience was actually frightening (Do you want to continue with these two?) I have Mothflutter and Ferretstrike open if anyone wants to rp with them. Imma kill off Smokeburr.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 20:52:34 GMT -5
Yes I'm sorry I keep forgetting to reply))
Babette nodded and quietly mewed, "Someone once told me 'leafbare reminds us there is beauty in death.'" Her eyes grew glassy for a moment as she let herself relive a painful memory but she brought herself out of it as Brightmoss mentioned falling in the snow. "I um.. I have a daughter. She lives with twolegs now but she was born in leafbare, during a heavy snowfall. We were snowed in our little den for weeks. When we were finally able to come out, she fell through a snowbank and into a little rabbit hole. One moment she was there and the next she was gone."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 20:56:50 GMT -5
Brightmoss’s eyes softened at Babette’s tale, he was surprised she’d mention something as having a daughter to him. He always kept most of his past to himself, hardly mentioning the monsters that were Rose and Nickel. “Though I’m not a parent, I can imagine it must have been scary for you. Why didn’t you stay with her?”
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 29, 2018 20:59:02 GMT -5
The she-cat nodded quietly to him, seeing as her mouth was full of hawk feathers. Nettle then proceeded to drag the hawk back into camp, struggling a bit as she went through the entrance. This was no easy task and that much was obvious. wildwatcher
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 29, 2018 21:11:48 GMT -5
Nettle pawed the thing once she set it down. It had probably been a juvenile, no adult hawk would've been that easy to kill, though she could just claim it to be one.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 21:14:15 GMT -5
React to what?]
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 21:20:48 GMT -5
Brightmoss’s eyes softened at Babette’s tale, he was surprised she’d mention something as having a daughter to him. He always kept most of his past to himself, hardly mentioning the monsters that were Rose and Nickel. “Though I’m not a parent, I can imagine it must have been scary for you. Why didn’t you stay with her?” Babette couldn't believe she'd mentioned her daughter. What was she thnking? She sighed and nodded, it was too late to take it back now, "it was scary. I can't imagine what it must have been like for her, and for you, to fall through the snow. She was four moons old when we joined Bluesmokes' group and it wasn't long before I saw enough of the awful things that happen to know she'd have a better life with twolegs. She was a cute little kitten, she'd have no problem getting adopted but I am a weird, stumpy-legged cat and I didn't think any twolegs would want me too so I didn't stay. I visited often though."
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 21:21:22 GMT -5
He definetely wouldn't be intimated but he'd take the hawk for the rogues)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 21:28:06 GMT -5
Brightmoss frowned before he puffed up his fur and brushed his tail against Babette’s, “Twolegs are stupid. They fail to see the beauty in everything.” He met her gaze, “You’re a good mother. My mother would have left me with a dog for all she cared.”
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 21:32:17 GMT -5
Babette laid her tail on his back for a moment. "I had a pretty awful mother myself, if you ever want to talk, I'm always here," she mewed quietly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 21:36:47 GMT -5
“Bonding through horrible mothers. How fun...was your father just as bad? Nickel use to toss me in the junkyards to catch rats for him...” Brightmoss grew quiet, he wasn’t sure who knew Nickel was his father but it didn’t really matter. It made his blood boil seeing the tom flirt up a storm with Heathernose
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 21:46:58 GMT -5
Babette's eyes widened. "Nickel is your father?" she asked in surprise. She shivered a little in disgust, she may be a wild shecat but Nickel was probably the only tom she wouldn't even think of having a relationship with.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 21:48:42 GMT -5
“Unfortunately.” Brightmoss sighed as he looked to the ground. “I didn’t think I’d see him again. He told me my mother ran off with some other tom. Doesn’t surprise me.” He chuckled
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 21:52:40 GMT -5
Babette put her tail on Brightmoss's back again. "Hey.. I know somewhere with an incredible view over the gorge. I bet it'd look lovely in the snow. Want to come?" she offered after being silent a few mintes.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 29, 2018 21:55:50 GMT -5
(My kitties are open!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 21:56:28 GMT -5
Brightmoss gave a purr and nodded, “That does sound lovely.” He stood up and arched his back and unsheathed his claws in a stretch, “Lead the way, Babe.” He swayed his tail
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