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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 21:57:02 GMT -5
(I have Nickel, Mothflutter, Ferretstrike, Smokeburr, Batkit and Gracklefur open. You can pick)
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 29, 2018 21:59:51 GMT -5
(( I have snowpaw, beefur and dovebreezeeee
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 22:00:26 GMT -5
I have everyone but Babette open Hawk <3)
Babette grinned a little at the petname and jumped down from the tree. She stretched, shaking her short legs one by one and turned to Brightmoss. She nodded a little and led the way through the trees towards the gorge.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 22:02:19 GMT -5
Brightmoss trailed behind the she-cat with his tail high. He hummed softly as he admired the scenery. He almost forgot about the rogues taking over he camp and making the clanlife a living nightmare for many.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 29, 2018 22:12:59 GMT -5
Should Heathernose chat with Bluesmoke or Nickle? lol)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2018 22:15:45 GMT -5
(She can chat with Bluesmoke, I think Nickel’s been hogging her up lol)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 22:23:27 GMT -5
Heather and Blue work for me)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 29, 2018 22:29:03 GMT -5
Want me to start?)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 29, 2018 22:55:35 GMT -5
yes please while i finish dinner)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 29, 2018 23:18:33 GMT -5
Heathernose pulls away from Nickle and pads over to the fresh kill pile. She frowned seeing that all that was left were the skinny looking prey. "Figures." She muttered softly.
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 30, 2018 16:23:15 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. Rockshard heard Owl's pawsteps before his voice was called, he had found his other senses beginning to sharpen after the loss of his eyesight, now fully relying on the others to make up for his blindness. His ears flicked as he turned and saw Owl standing before him, a shimmering pelted cat by his side. The large grey tom's head tilted slightly as they approached him listening to the conversation that floated between the two nearing cats. The sight of the clan's former leader brought up a mixed jumble of emotions for the warrior, he was happy to see him, but there was also a glimmer of anger that the leader had not returned to aid the hurting clan. Dipping his head, Rockshard neared Owlstar, "What are you doing here?"His mother had always talked about how dreams are used by StarClan to speak to the living, and now more than ever did he find himself reflecting on her teachings.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 30, 2018 18:42:18 GMT -5
((ayu
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 30, 2018 18:53:31 GMT -5
((whats up!
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 30, 2018 19:13:18 GMT -5
((ah nice
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Post by blizzardsfang on Jan 2, 2019 17:15:01 GMT -5
(Here as well)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jan 2, 2019 17:16:25 GMT -5
Yay)
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 2, 2019 17:20:58 GMT -5
((Ay im here!
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Post by blizzardsfang on Jan 2, 2019 17:21:20 GMT -5
(I'll rp! Wanna do cobramask and fallowberry? And hi glorryyyy)
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Post by blizzardsfang on Jan 2, 2019 17:22:34 GMT -5
(Rp quail?)
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 2, 2019 17:23:19 GMT -5
((Yesss maybe Dove and Ajax talking? That or Dove talking with Mint?
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Post by blizzardsfang on Jan 2, 2019 17:26:32 GMT -5
(Let's di dove and ajax I love my angry boiii)
Cobramask hissed as a cat got too close to Fallowberry. He refused to let the rogues to close to the queen. She had enough to worry about. He gently set down a mouse in front of her "eat." He said as he settled himself in. While it's not like they were best friends Cobramask had grown protective over his new friend, and he didnt want her to feel alone ever. He knew what that was like. He glanced at her stomach "how are you feeling?"
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Post by blizzardsfang on Jan 2, 2019 17:34:00 GMT -5
Cobramask glanced at the mouse before he sighed and took bites of the meal. He closed his eyes for a moment before he breathed in deeply. "That's the truth. We're weakened from the fight as well. They make us hunt then eat our food. I think we should ask one of the other clans for help."
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