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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Sept 1, 2018 12:42:26 GMT -5
henlo everyone! i shall post some starters soon but πβππ π£π would you like me to respond to one of your characters with one of mine?
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 1, 2018 12:52:10 GMT -5
(If you want! Pretty sure Ross wanted to do something with Storm and Fire, Actor wanted to do something with Seed and Scorch, and Kida wanted to do something with Tree and Heron. But that still leaves Ebony, Murk, Copper, and Arch)
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Sept 1, 2018 12:58:16 GMT -5
alright! um, how about robin and murk?
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 1, 2018 12:59:30 GMT -5
(Sure, if you want)
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Sept 1, 2018 13:09:01 GMT -5
alright! i'll get a response up soon!
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 1, 2018 13:09:48 GMT -5
(Alright, awesome!)
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Sept 1, 2018 13:54:20 GMT -5
Robinpaw Β»Robinpaw jumped up at Stormwatcher's loud shout, and grumpily shook out his pelt. Of course Stormwatcher would be the one to wake them. Why couldn't he get one morning of peace? Huffing, Robinpaw walked out of the den and towards the fresh-kill pile. Spotting a familiar pelt, Robinpaw rolled his eyes.
"Morning, Murkpaw. I assume you've been up for hours already? Gods, I can't understand how you do it." Lashing his tail, Robinpaw grabbed the first piece of prey he could find, still sleepy from such an abrupt awakening.
- { πβππ π£π } - { sableclan camp } -
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½β« on Sept 1, 2018 17:48:14 GMT -5
Heronflight Β»
Heronflight woke with the dusk. Just as the greys and blues of the day melted into the vibrant reds and oranges of sunset and then, quickly, the black of night, he had blinked the sleep from his eyes. Other warriors were already rising, padding out of the den and out into a camp that was soon becoming a buzz of activity. After some satisfying stretching of his limbs and a hearty yawn, Heronflight padded out as well, instinctively glancing upwards as he did. It didnβt take him long to find the moon, faint as its light was at the moment. He had always found the moon a sort of comforting presence; its rays were oddly soothing in comparison to the sunβs far too bright light. But enough poetics - there were things to do, cats to see.
Twitching his ears, Heronflight headed toward the freshkill pile for the first meal of the night (his stomach was letting out less than appealing grumbles at this point). He greeted a few of his clanmates on his way and then paused to fetch a decent-looking squirrel. The dutiful side of him promised to go hunting as soon as he was able to fill the hole it left in the pile.
Without hesitation, he turned and made way for the elders den where he could see that Treemist had already dragged herself out into the open. He promptly dumped the squirrel in front of her and sat down, tail curling over his paws.
βHungry?β he meowed, a typical teasing lilt to his voice. Heronflight had a way of speaking that made him sound as if he didnβt take much seriously. It wasnβt entirely the truth, but there was no doubt that he had an air of joviality about him. βItβs a nice evening, isnβt it? Sleep well?β he continued, piling on the questions apparently. Heβd noticed Ghostmaple had slept in the elders den with her, but chose not to comment on it. He didnβt mind the relationship, and it was probably good for Treemist to engage with others since she couldnβt very well go on patrols or the like anymore.
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½β« on Sept 1, 2018 17:56:41 GMT -5
Mintpaw Β»Mintpaw had been sleeping quite peacefully. Laying on her side with her body curled up and her paws delicately covering her face, she had been having the most wonderful dream. She was in a field of flowers that, somehow or another (dream logic, you know), became a field of mice. So many mice, all for her, all brown and plump and enough to feed her for moons to come. She had just been about to sink her teeth into one before...Stormwatcher happened.
The field of her dreams vanished suddenly, and the very next moment Mintpaw was startled violently out of her sleep by the warriorβs shouting. She practically puffed up into a little black ball, eyes the size of the moon as she struggled to comprehend what was going on. It didnβt take more than a heartbeat to register that Stormwatcher had oh-so-kindly decided to poke her nose into the apprenticesβ den and force them all awake. She noticed Seedpaw fly out of the den so fast youβd think heβd grown wings. Mintpaw, on the other hand, shot the warrior a furious look as she got to her paws.
βYou couldβve just asked!β she snapped, grumpily following the older molly out of the den. She didnβt stick around, however, bristling as she moved away to a place where she could groom out the knots in her fur in peace. She shot a rueful glance at the freshkill pile as her tongue lapped over her flank. The mice there werenβt nearly as fat as her dream mice...but theyβd have to do. Her mental arguments werenβt nearly a match for the growls of her stomach.
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 2, 2018 2:07:01 GMT -5
Honeywing Β» Now that she was the Clanβs deputy, she had to get up as soon as the sun had been completely eaten, well, earlier than that, really. She needed to be up right as Hafiza was giving her last struggles to remain alive so she could go over all possible patrols for the night to come. While Honeywing was good about getting up on time, waking up the past few nights had been harder to do. While she had never had kits before she had heard former queens or even heavily pregnant queens talk about their symptoms and how they affected them. Wanting to sleep more and growing tired easily were common symptoms of pregnancy, Honeywing knew that. She didnβt want to be too hard on herself about it since technically it wasnβt her fault, but she was the deputy! She needed to always be one step ahead of everybody else save for perhaps Ebonystar, her mate, so this whole expecting thing was going to be a challenge. Speaking of her mate and kitsβ¦
The tortoiseshell had missed her mateβs interesting appearance, but she did catch sight of him near the fresh-kill pile. A purr immediately began to vibrate against her throat, her fluffy tail perking up and curling high into the air as she trotted over. In greeting she leaned forward and rubbed her head against his fluffy noodle form. βGood night,β she greeted the tom before pulling away and turning her odd gaze onto the fluffy tomcat. Her eyes then glanced down at the fresh-kill pile, her stomach automatically giving a low rumble as it became aware of the nearby food.
Honeywing gave a low and embarrassed huff as she sat down, curling her tail neatly around her paws. βSurely you donβt mind me sharing a meal with you, do you?β She asked in her typically quiet voice, something she was still working on considering she was now deputy. She had a lot to work on with her new rank, and she was trying, but it was hard to completely change certain aspects of personality and habits. After her meal and sharing some much needed news with her mate, Honeywing planned on practicing her skills with organizing the patrols for the night. At least patrols werenβt hard to do.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 3, 2018 10:20:20 GMT -5
(Morning SableClan)
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Post by Κα΄α΄ΚΚα΄Κα΄α΄ Β» on Sept 3, 2018 12:05:36 GMT -5
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 5, 2018 11:09:55 GMT -5
(Morning Sable, sorry I havenβt responded yet, Iβm a little slow!)
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½β« on Sept 5, 2018 21:54:27 GMT -5
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 8, 2018 16:34:46 GMT -5
Leafrain Β» Leafrain would have preferred staying in his nest throughout the night and then once again throughout the day, the nest he was in was rather comfortable. Warmth resided in it as he opened his eyes and pushed himself out of it, a yawn escaping his mouth.
Stretching step by step until he reached outside of the thicket of thorns, yellow eyes adjusted for the sunset getting closer and closer to fading to night. It was surprisingly beautiful watching the goddess of the sun being devoured by her own mother and the queen goddess. The closer it faded to night, the better, the colours of which felt blinding.
Shaking out his fur as he stretched a little more, Leafrain moved around the camp. Observing cat to cat, he smiled a little to himself to see everybody so at peace, mingling with one another. Finding his mouth a little dry, he moved to the trio of Archwhisker, Copperspots, and Treemist to catch a drink before catching up with them. Well, perhaps he would leave Treemist be seeing as she had a visitor in Heronflight.
Lapping at some of the water, cool to his tongue, he moved away to greet the bengal brothers, "Goodnight Copperspots, Archwhisker." The tabby tom gave the two a friendly grin before continuing, "though I have to say, I wouldn't mind sleeping in a little more."
(finally got something up! may not be the best, but it's something!)
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Post by πβππ π£π on Sept 30, 2018 22:20:05 GMT -5
(Yikes itβs been weeks. Iβm sorry guys, Iβve been busy and forgot about it but Iβm totally willing to keep trying to keep it alive if everyone else is)
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Post by πβππ π£π on Oct 1, 2018 11:12:41 GMT -5
(Morning Sable)
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