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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 20:59:30 GMT -5
(XD would you like to roleplay?)
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Post by kanti on Aug 27, 2018 21:00:38 GMT -5
{ I'd love to! Hold on, let me go back and prepare myself for a starter/response. ^w^ }
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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 27, 2018 21:02:19 GMT -5
Omylord Kanti they are all beautiful! I love Snowspots, she reminds me of what a "Snowy Bengal" cat looks like if you've ever heard of them ^w^ ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 21:04:02 GMT -5
(Agreed tek! I'm looking forward to this!)
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Post by kanti on Aug 27, 2018 21:06:36 GMT -5
{ That's exactly what she is! ^D^ I looooove the patterns of them, and their big long fluffy tails. }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 21:10:36 GMT -5
(I love charcoal bengals myself, they're just sooo pretty)
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Post by kanti on Aug 27, 2018 21:22:09 GMT -5
Snowspots had slept in that morning... Slept in late, she would have stayed in her slumber even longer if it wasn't for her clan mates rising around her, talking and stretching as they left the den. She cracked open her eyes, sprawled out in her nest in the far corner of the warriors den. Another... Day... She struggled in the morning's to find the conviction to rise herself from her nest. The memory of the death of her kittens still stung like an open wound, one that felt like it would never close. Sometimes she could still feel their warmth, nuzzled up to her stomach, but when she remembered they were gone it was like feeling the grief all over again... How many moons ago was that? And she still couldn't stop thinking about it... In truth though, Snowspots had out on a good face for her clan-mates, most didn't even see her pain anymore. She didn't want them to. Just because she was hurting doesn't mean they had to, she carried herself in a different way than her mate. Hemlockstar... Her thoughts drifted to the massive tom, she hadn't seen him, spoke to him in what felt like weeks. It felt like he was avoiding her... Come on Snowy... Pull yourself together. Out of bed, one... two... THREE. With a little bit of a groan the tired former queen pulled herself to her paws. Smile... She shook her head as if to clear it and pulled a warm, sweet smile to her face. Her eyes glowed with a warmth that wasn't really there, her heart sank in her chest. Another day. She stepped out of her den and into the sheer sunlight that was rising over the moors. With a shake of her fur the warriors lifted her head, looking to Hemlockstar, eyes locked with his for just a brief moment before he had looked away once more. She bit back the fear that wanted to rise to her chest and trotted over to him, content in finally forcing her mate to notice her. "Morning," She smiled at him as she approached. His huge form cast a looming shadow over her smaller body.
Drizzlefall was not allowed sleep, not nearly as much as her clan-mates were. She had to be awake, she had to be prepared. As Oakpaw would tell her, terror could strike at any moment! The medicine cat was solitary in her little den, organizing the bundles of herbs she had wrapped tightly in small vines, and capsuled in large leaves. She checked her stock frequently, keeping tabs on what needed to be refilled, and what was getting close to empty. She had run out of honey quite a while ago, but hadn't yet gone out to fetch more because bee's... Were not her favorite things... She would have normally asked Hemlockstar if he could help organize a patrol of warriors to come with her, but... Her memory carried her back briefly to the death of Snowspot's kits... She quickly shook away the memory before it could haunt her any longer. No, maybe she'd ask Hemlockstar in a couple of moons...
Likewise to the medicine cat, Oakpaw also was not allowed to sleep. Well, no he was allowed to but he advocated not to. In case an attack, in case a fire, in case a anything you can think of. The timid little tom operated well with only a couple hours of sleep, and so he had pulled himself out of his den early that morning to scout around camp. At every sound of the breathing forest, shaking leaves, rustling grass, the tom would go on full defensive. One might think that so much worry will one day cause the little tom to have a heart attack or something. The sight of his own shadow spooked the tom out of his fur.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 21:24:14 GMT -5
(I was not ready to read that, and now my heart hurts. replying)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 21:35:17 GMT -5
Hemlockstar- - - LochClan Camp; Snowspots; kanti
The muscled tom smelled his mate before he heard her, the sweet taste of morning dew and running water that she always seemed to carry with her and the one he had once associated with nothing but joy and love. Whilst he still adored her more than he had once thought possible, now it carried with it a pain he wasn't sure would ever settle in his chest. His dark gaze followed her steps for a moment or two, his heart growing heavy but he fought back the sensation as best as he could for now. Hoping he could carry on with his day for at least now, he wasn't sure he could face an interaction with his beloved just yet today. They no longer even shared a nest, and it hurt to spend his nights without the warmth of her fur against his. Ears growing warm when she caught eye contact with him, knowing his was likely being childish but in the moon since the death of their last kit it still killed him inside to see her. He tried to stay strong, for the clan's sake as well as hers, but he grew more and more fearful that one day he would simply break down in front of her. And that was something he wasn't sure he could live with. In truth he was being immature, but the young tom felt like a failure at the fact he hadn't saved them. How could he face her ever again when their kits were dead, he should have done something to save them, but he'd failed and now they were childless. And he hated himself for it. But now the shecat was approaching him, and he guessed he couldn't get out of it for today. Looming over her as he did most cats, the tom dipped his head kindly when the shecat came over. Remaining silent for a moment before he brought himself to say something without the telltale shake to his voice, though his tone was a little hoarse from lack of recent use. He ran his nose between her ears, but the movement was stiff and almost pained. "Good morning," he replied simply. Wrapping his tail neatly around his paws as she came to sit beside him. The scent of the moorland thick in his fur, but as usual he seemed to be searching for something to do. "How are you this morning?"
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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 27, 2018 21:39:22 GMT -5
Cedarwhisp | Camp | Stormchaser (@velveteenwolf ) Cedarwhisp glanced around camp through a tranquil, absentminded green gaze. It was early dawn; sunlight poured hungrily across the landscape, casting a marigold glow on the residents milling around in the crisp breeze. A normally avid morning bird, the golden-accented tabby was uncharacteristically rising after sunrise. Mind you, it was still early, but not as quiet as she normally liked. At least that was her excuse. Nightmares were a constant for the she-cat, but no matter how used to them she adjusted, a patchy sleep pattern made her eager to leave the nest every morning. Arching her back into an elegant stretch, Cedarwhisp's chest dipped to the ground as her tail lifted in an arch. Just then, the charcoal figure of her mate entered the camp. Looking drenched to the bone, Cederwhisp felt an amused purr grow in her throat. Trotting over on quiet paws, the tabby warrior pressed an affectionate muzzle to the tom's cheek. "How was your swim?" She mused, rasping her tongue over a tangle of fur on his shoulder. Settling next to him, Cedarwhisp curled her white tipped paws underneath her chest. A tired sigh escaped as she let his presence sooth over her. A normally high strung warrior, these moments of calm where keystone to keeping her motivated and looking positively to what the future held for them, the good and the bad. Spiderdusk | Camp | Oakpaw (kanti )
Spiderdusk lounged noisily in his nest, moss clinging to his sides and whiskers. A turbulent sleeper, he had a place closest to the entrance of the warrior's den. Then, the patter of paw steps caused the young mottled tom to pry a single amber eye open. Everyone had left the den, bright and early as always. Uuuughhh. That meant he had to get up as well, or he would look bad. These petty things really took a hold on him. Rolling onto his back, the warrior stretched four legs out into the air- sending moss scattering around the den. Tail twitching erratically, he then sprung to his paws and chased after the scattered green pieces. Once collected, he turned and strutted out of the den. Almost bumping into the dappled form of Oakpaw, Spiderdusk skidded to a halt. Knowing him well enough, the caramel striped tom was probably checking for danger. With a patient sigh, the solid black warrior weighted until he was done. Angling his ears around camp, Spiderpaw took in who was awake and who was asleep. Once he was sure that Oakpaw was done taking in everything, he padded up beside him and puffed out his chest. Careful not to startle him, he tapped the apprentice on his shoulder before addressing him. "Anything to look out for?" Spiderdusk asked, glancing around. Rather than teasing Oakpaw on his constant worrying, the young tom liked to act like a buffer between the 'scary' world and his striped friend. They were buddies when he was an apprentice, and it had only been a moon since they had shared apprentice duties.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 21:41:34 GMT -5
(I thought spider was being changed to a warrior? or have I lost my mind likely, lets face it)
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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 27, 2018 21:42:09 GMT -5
Aw, I want to give Snowspots a big hug. .n. Poor bab. ;n; )) Edit - Ack, sorry, I spaced. Dx What do I have to fix to keep him? ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 21:45:58 GMT -5
Stormchaser- - - LochClan Camp; Cedarwhisp; Tekoa
The growl which pulled from his throat was an entirely playful one as he heard his mate's comment, turning his head to rub it against her cheek in an affectionate gesture. "I'll remember that next time we're out together, and make sure you enjoy a swim of your own," his whiskers twitched in amusement as he pressed close to her. Playfully dampening her fur with the moisture still accumulated in the sleek of his own coat. "Mousebrain," he purred with an affectionate tone, but his eyes soon narrowed when he noted the tired tone with which she spoke. Entwining her tail with his, Stormchaser pressed close to her this time more as a gesture of worry than it was out of play. "Is everything ok?" He asked with a tilt to his head, casting his gaze across her frame as though in search of injury or something else of concern. "You sound like you've not slept in a week," the last statement carried more of his usual humour, but the worry still underlined his tone.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 21:46:30 GMT -5
(either become a warrior or make another rank, as your a friend you don't need to do it immediately )
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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 27, 2018 22:14:36 GMT -5
Aha, I appreciate it, thanks Velv ^^ His desc. is edited now, sorry for the confusion!)) Cedarwhisp | Camp | Stormchaser (@velveteenwolf ) Cedarwhisp grinned mischievously, pretending to gasp in exasperation as he leaned his wet pelt against her. In full honesty, she didn't care if he was dripping wet. Nuzzling into Stormchaser's side the golden-accented tabby purred, her expression pure contentment. "Oh, I can outswim you any day," She said in an affectionate tease, turning her greenish blue eyes to meet his. "But to catch fish while in the water, that's your specialty."
She grinned at his response, the use of 'mouse brain' curling her tail as she pretended to look hurt, as it was all the jest they played with each other. "You put up with me," Cedarwhisp said whilst settling her chin on his shoulder. Her eyes closed, enjoying the moment. The concern in his voice, however, caused her to draw away for a heartbeat. "Actually, its the opposite. I slept in longer than normal." Cedarwhisp looked over Stormchaser for a second, her gaze trying to hide her worry from him. She hated causing his worry, especially when he'd had such a successful hunt to feel happy about.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 22:20:23 GMT -5
Stormchaser- - - LochClan Camp; Cedarwhisp; Tekoa
Burrowing his nose deep into the fur of her shoulder, he basked in the warmth of her coat and the sweetness of her scent for a heartbeat. Enjoying her closeness for a moment or two before pulling away a little as to not leave her completely soaked to the bone, he settled down comfortably beside her, paws stretched out, he looked like he would have happily stayed in that moment for the rest of time given half the chance. Mischief lit both his tone and his smile at her comment, “StarClan only knows why I put up with you,” he teased good naturedly, licking her across the ear as added proof he meant none of it truthfully. “So many pretty shecats and handsome toms chasing after me, I could have had my pick of the clan,” he exaggerated. He wouldn’t have swapped her for all the prey in the moors, he adored her more than she likely would ever know. “That’s unlike you,” the concern was still there but lessened to an extent, he touched his nose to hers and drew her closer protectively. “Is everything ok?” The tom might have been young, but he knew his mate like the back of his own paws.
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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 27, 2018 22:36:11 GMT -5
Cedarwhisp | Camp | Stormchaser (@velveteenwolf ) Cedarwhisp laughed, pushing a white tipped paw against Stormchaser's chest. "Oh, I know. It was quite the competition to get your attention." The golden-accented tabby replied, rolling her sea green eyes. She leaned against him as he settled beside her, entwining their tails as she listened to his voice. Concern lingered, but it was fading. Cedarwhisp felt a sigh build in her chest but withheld it. She turned her attention to his face, studying his expression with a twitch of her whiskers. He cared, she could tell. It was disheartening that she was being dishonest with him. Adverting her gaze, Cedarwhisp let go of the walls she normally kept built up around her. "Honestly, I've been having nightmares recently." She said, not meeting him in the eye. "Last night I didn't dream at all."
As a religious clan, Cedarwhisp was cautious when mentioning dreams around clanmates. But Stormchaser was her mate, so it wasn't right to keep things from him. Turning to meet his gaze, the tabby warrior pressed her muzzle to his in a reassuring gesture. "I'm just adjusting to the extra hours, that's all." Trying to change the subject, the golden-tinted shecat let a mischievous light return to her expression. "Now, how on earth did you fall in?" She mused, rasping her tongue over his neck fur as droplets of water dripped from his whiskers. In the few heartbeats she'd been with him, she was already damp and feeling the chill fo the morning breeze.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 22:48:07 GMT -5
Stormchaser- - - LochClan Camp; Cedarwhisp; Tekoa
The chuckle rumbled deep from within his chest at he response, toying with her ears using the tip of his nose, “Yes, but a tom would be a fool to ignore such a pretty shecat,” he replied with a widening smile, but the dark furred warrior seemed absent minded, disliking the fact that his mate was worried about something. And at her final comment, the worry only deepened in his chest as he pressed closer to her flank in a protective gesture. He mightn’t have been the biggest tom in the clan by any means, but he would have happily done anything to keep the ones he loved safe. He would have drowned himself to keep his mate from as much as a heartbeat of harm and pain. But dreams were the one place he couldnt protect her. “Do you want me to find Drizzlefall?” His offer was honest, knowing Cedarwhisp wouldn’t be overreacting to something like this, if something was disturbing her, there was likely just cause behind it. He trusted her with his whole being, and didnt want her hurt or upset by these nightmares. Especially considering that history showed that nightmares and dreams weren’t always harmless. His mischievous expression had now darkened to a more serious one, and it wasnt helped by her attempts to change the subject. Touching his nose into the fur of her cheek, he said quietly. “Are you sure its nothing to worry about?”
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Pansexual
Sparkly
Unofficial Forum President, and the unofficial patrol saint of black cats with blue eyes.
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Post by Sparkly on Aug 28, 2018 8:33:09 GMT -5
(Hi! Hollyshadow, Hollyshadow is a large, yet slim and sleek she-cat with a lovely dark brown classic tabby pelt. She has glittering blue eyes, which are large, and almond-shaped. She has a long scar running down the right side of her head and neck. Hollyshadow is a confident and quite pushy she-cat, with a flair for dramatics. She can be very manipulative, and knows exactly how to lie, steal, and pull a cat's strings to get what she wants. However, when caught, she can easily act innocent. She has a soft spot for kits and weak she-cats, as she, too, was once weak, and sympathises with she-cats who were stuck with kits or mates when they wanted power. She likes kits as they remind her that not everything in life is bad or needs power to gain - maybe, one day, when her power is secured, she'll have some of her own. Sparkly Warrior She currently has no blood relations in the Clan. Hollyshadow is lesbian. She is a Dark Forest ally. Haresky, Haresky is an elderly solid tan tom with a curly pelt reminiscent of a rabbit's. His pelt is thick and fluffy, but underneath, he has a small frame - something very apparent in wet weather. He has several scars around his pelt, and is missing his right eye. His remaining eye is golden-brown. Haresky is honest and hardworking, and prefers to follow rather than lead. He constantly doubts his skill and/or self-worth, and often considers retiring or simply running away. However, he is very kind and gentle with kits, and gives good advice. Sparkly Warrior Elder brother of Cedarwisp, if that's okay with Tekoa ? Open for friends. None. Tawnypaw, Tawnypaw is a young, dark brown she-cat, with black markings in the form of a black dorsal stripe, underbelly, chest, paws, tailtip, chin, eye dots, and inner ear fur. She has dark green eyes, which are large and sparkling. Her fur is long around her neck, where her legs join her body, the base of her tail, and the base of her ears, but is otherwise short. Tawnypaw has a youthful excited innocence about her, and is very excitable and energetic. She is indiscriminately kind, and is too friendly for her own good. Whilst not exactly stupid, Tawnypaw definitely leans more towards street smarts in terms of intelligence, leaving activities such as hunting and fighting with a lot to be desired. Sparkly Apprentice Open to siblings, parents, friends, and crush. Tawnypaw is pansexual. Ancient Paths.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 10:37:45 GMT -5
(hey sparkly! sorry but I'm hesitant to give you deputy, but you are still welcome to join!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 10:51:13 GMT -5
(Awesome! shall add but one last problem promise, sorry we already have a cherry prefix, would it be possible for you to change it?)[/sub
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 28, 2018 11:14:24 GMT -5
[ uhhh this is beautiful? stop tempting me to join things! plus I'm Scottish so I'm even more tempted! ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 11:15:50 GMT -5
(mwahahaha, I'm just incredibly talented and awesome, its hard to stop xD come on, we have cookies! you know ya wanna)
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 28, 2018 11:16:47 GMT -5
[ ..... possibly............ jk yeah I'm joining could I claim deputy? I'll probably just have two characters ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 11:23:44 GMT -5
(you'd be welcome to have deputy! and that's perfectly fine )[/sub
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 28, 2018 11:25:16 GMT -5
[ wonderful! let me get up my forms ^.^ ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 11:28:01 GMT -5
(I look forward to them!)
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 28, 2018 11:28:44 GMT -5
[ does the deputy need to be a tom? ]
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