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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Oct 1, 2018 22:14:56 GMT -5
[ ahhh they're all finished!! I changed Ashstorm to ashleap c: ]
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Post by Starlit on Oct 1, 2018 22:22:33 GMT -5
I love them, have to poof for a moment but will be back
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Oct 1, 2018 22:27:26 GMT -5
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Oct 2, 2018 1:29:22 GMT -5
Poppythorn ~ Camp/Nursery ~ With Pewterstar (Starlit)Poppythorn yawned widely as her mate's voice roused her from the light doze she had been indulging in. She was beginning to get restless, stuck in the Queen's den with no duties to attend to, but at least she had two other queens to help pass the time with. The dilute calico kneaded her paws against her bedding as she raised her head to blink sleepy amber eyes at the den entrance, just in time to see Fallowsong leave. She chuckled deeply, fondness coating her words thickly as she called quietly out to her mate, "Get in here, mouse-brain. Your kits kept me up half the night with their squirming, but I smell hare, so I'll forgive you." Poppythorn purred to herself, pleased that Pewterstar was visiting. She adored her mate and was very pleased and proud to be having his kits, despite the discomfort and boredom. He seemed just as happy for their kit's impending arrival, and she truly hoped that he was. Rabbitleap ~ South of Camp ~ With @openRabbitleap scowled fiercely to himself as he snatched a bird from the air just as it took off to flee from him. He killed it quickly, before dropping it to snap at the air in anger. He was hoping that a hunt would settle him down, but once again anger bubbled up within him. He had been trying so hard to rise through the ranks, hunting everyday and volunteering for patrols, but nothing he did was good enough. He shook out his fur briskly. There was no point fussing about it and, honestly, didn't really see why he cared. Pewterstar was weak. Half the clan knew it. Why Rabbitleap even wanted recognition from such an unsuitable Leader, or his runt of a Deputy, he had no idea. Snorting, Rabbitleap took his finch back to where he had buried his first catch of the morning, a decent-sized frog, and returned to hunting. Sparrowflight ~ Camp ~ With Wiltedrose (Starlit) and Fallowsong (ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ »)Sparrowflight hissed under his breath as he carefully levered himself onto his paws. His hips ached this morning and, with leaf-fall just starting, it wasn't a good sign for the coming leaf-bare afterwards. Sighing to himself, he walked stiffly out of the Elder's den and over to the fresh-kill pile. He stumbled slightly half-way there, but managed to keep on his paws. He grunted in pain as he resettled himself near Wiltedrose and Fallowsong after snagging a small bird from the pile, doing his best to smile at the two she-cats. "Good morning," He mewled, slightly breathless from the short walk over, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. How are you two this morning, and how are your kits doing, Fallowsong?" Birchpaw ~ Camp/Medicine Cat den ~ With @openBirchpaw puffed, out of breath as she trotted through camp and into the Medicine Cat den. With three queens all close to kitting, She and her mentor had been running around trying to keep stores filled so that they wouldn't have to leave camp for anything in an emergency during the births. It was incredibly important that they especially had enough borage and chervil, as well as burnet to keep the queen's strength up. Parsley was another one, but she hoped they wouldn't have to use that until the kits were weened, as it was used to dry up a queen's milk. It was burnet she was out hunting for earlier that morning. It was difficult to find, as it grew in sunny areas within the forest, but luckily grew in plentiful amounts when you did find it. Birchpaw had been successful that morning and had carted back as much as she could carry in her mouth, and now set about packing it away in the right place.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 6:56:54 GMT -5
(sorry! I ended up going to bed, I've added everyone and updated the front page let me know if there are any problems! I'm replying now )
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 7:28:35 GMT -5
Pewterstar - - - EstuaryClan Leader; Camp, Poppythorn, Lycaonia . As the muscled warrior entered the den, he was accompanied with a rumbling purr from deep in his chest. A smile etched onto the dark fur of his expression as he moved to greet his mate, rubbing his head against hers with a mreow of affection. Aside from his brother, Poppythorn was one of very few cats who could get away with treating the proud leader like that, or rather one of few who actually dared to. It was no secret that Pewterstar was an intimidatingly large tom, which meant most carried an air of caution in his presence. The queen held no pretences like that, and it was one of many things that he loved about her. Placing the hare at her side, he ran his nose through her ears in a ticklish manner. Pewterstar looked very out of place in the nursery, having to crouch down in order not to smack his head on the ceiling of the hollow tree trunk, despite this he seemed to move with ease amidst the den. The air of leadership clung to him even in the lead up to becomming a father which might have terrified another cat. In truth there was a great fear burning in his chest, but it was fortunate that Pewterstar had always been a fine actor, especially around the ones he loved. "Last time I checked," he said with the grin still lighting his face. "They were your kits as well," he lowered himself to the ground beside her. Resting his head across her flank with a soft purr, he rested it there for a moment, enjoying the moment of warmth with his mate. He briefly wrapped his larger frame around her resting form, pressing close to her until the dark grey of his fur intermingled with hers. "But I'm sorry to hear you didn't sleep well," the tone of concern lighting his voice, "If you want I can ask Medicinecat or Birchpaw to bring you something to help you sleep better." He promised, pressing his nose into the soft fur of her swollen stomach in an affectionate manner. Trying to sound less worried as he said aloud, "Let your mother sleep little ones, stop making her life difficult," despite his playful words, his eyes were still dark. It wont be long until leafbare is here, it was the thought which plagued every leader's mind, and he would become a father very close to the harshest season, she needs as much strength as she can get. His gaze lingered on the swell of Poppythorn's stomach, the pride which all but beamed in his gaze would have been obvious even to a blind cat, but underlying it was a clear feeling of worry. Wiltedrose - - - EstuaryClan Warrior; Camp, Fallowsong and Sparrowflight, ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » and Lycaonia . Distracted from her conversation by the sound of limping pawsteps, the warrior smiled when Sparrowflight approached the pair she nodded her head in polite greeting. "Good morning, Sparrowflight," she called to the tom, shifting over a little so he would be able to take a space beside them if he so wished. Again her stomach rumbled at the sight of prey, and she decided almost immediately that she would in fact accept Fallowsong's offer of a meal, but at the very least she would allow the queen to eat her own meal and Wiltedrose would take something for herself. "I'm doing pretty well thankyou, I was about to eat with Fallowsong, would you like to join us?"
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Post by Dawnmoss on Oct 2, 2018 7:45:49 GMT -5
Sorrelpaw, Sorrelpaw is a small, short-furred, gray tabby she-cat. Starting from right above her nose is a delicate white line which ends in a wide diamond shape just between her emerald green eyes. Her small white paws give the impression of seeming to have white cotton balls for paws, white and round and soft, nevermind the sharp little claws (which are seldom used for anything other than hunting or tapping anything that catches her fancy). In fact, Sorrelpaw actually looks kind of adorable and out of place. Her cheerful and generally friendly disposition strengthens this image. She can be summed up as an absolute sweetheart, being friendly to everyone she meets and polite, sometimes even shy, to her superiors. A wide-eyed optimist, she is always ready to believe the best out of every cat, with a strong sense for what is right and wrong. Having seen and lived little of the harshness of reality and the cruelties of life, she believes everyone has the capacity to do good if they just stay on the right path. She loves hearing stories of any kind, legends and myths and history, but especially she loves stories that have a fantastical sense to them, and she loves imagining heroes of old battling against evil. The world seems magical to her, and she carries this sense of wonder and beauty for it wherever she goes, often getting distracted by the beauty of a birds wings, or the delicacy of a butterfly's flight, or the sweet smell of flowers in spring. Sorrelpaw is a cat who simply appreciates the good things in life and believes wholeheartedly in the goodness of others. Dawnmoss Apprentice Open for Family She doesn't really pay much attention to the politics of the clan, though StarClan's silence unnerves her. She doesn't know what to make of things, though she doesn't think StarClan would just abandon them. Ravenshadow, Ravenshadow is a spindly black tom, long legged and thin, with small orange eyes. One of his ears has a nick from his days as a loner, when he fought with another tom long ago, and on his jaw is a small patch of whitish-gray fur. Ravenshadow was not born in the clan, he joined later after spending most of his life as a loner in a twoleg town. He came to the wilderness hoping to have a life away from the constant buzz and rush from the twoleg cities and far from the narrow-minded and territorial toms and the pretty but empty she-cats he used to live among. He came to the Clan in the dead of winter, starving and dreadfully ill, and if he had not crossed the patrol when he did, he would have succumbed to his illness soon after. Because he was born far away from the Clan, this means he is well-traveled and he has seen and lived through much, though he generally keeps tight-lidded about anything concerning his life. Ravenshadow mostly likes to keep to himself, and he is not bad at holding a conversation, but he won't start them without having a good reason to. That's not to say he doesn't appreciate other cats and their company, but he was a loner for most of his life, and habits are hard to kick. He's jaded and somewhat cynical, not taking anything at face value and preferring to have more information before he forms an opinion on anything. He's careful and cautious, mulling his options over before taking a chance. He's stealthy, and, true to his name, he keeps in the shadows and walks among them effortlessly, making him an excellent hunter in the forest and a potent enemy (but fishing is completely out of his league; he splashes everything and usually a fishing trip with him ends in anyone close to him wet to the bone, including himself). Though he still lives and thinks like a loner, he holds a deep appreciation to his Clan. He is very grateful for allowing him to live among them and giving him a life worth fighting for, and as such is very loyal to it. Dawnmoss Warrior No Family, open for a mate He hasn't been long with the Clan, and is still adjusting to the cats and their customs and beliefs. He doesn't much care about StarClan, in fact he is skeptical to their existence, but he goes along with them for compliance's sake. He couldn't care less what some dead cats does or doesn't do, his duty is to his live Clanmates, no one else.
I will (probably) be making more characters as I go, these are just to start with.
Ancient Shadows.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 7:47:42 GMT -5
Welcome! adding now
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Oct 2, 2018 8:44:01 GMT -5
Poppythorn ~ Camp/Nursery ~ Pewterstar (Starlit)Poppythorn purred loudly, stretching herself out briefly to lie against Pewterstar's warmth as he nosed her ears. The sensation tickled, making her left ear flick back of it's own accord as she chuckled slightly. Pewterstar's bulk was strange in such a usually gentle place, but it comforted Poppythorn greatly. She knew that she was a good warrior, maybe not the best, but a strong fighter. Her mate was large and strong as well and it boded well for their kits. Every time he visited, or she was able to leave the nursery for more than relieving herself, she immediately felt better about the chances for her kits to be born healthy and strong. "It's fine, love," Poppythorn grinned, nuzzling her mate comfortingly, "I'll take a nap later, when they've settled down again. Medicinecat and Birchpaw have already begun to give me a herb every morning. Birchpaw explained that it will help keep my strength up with it being so late in the year." Poppythorn might have teased her mate, but she also respected him greatly. She loved him as both mate and Leader, and knew when to treat him as each. He had so much to look out for as Leader, so much to worry about, especially lately, and she didn't want to add to that. She rubbed her cheek against his, taking in his comforting scent. " Medicinecat said that everything looks like it's progressing well. The kits are moving well and active, which is a very good sign," Poppythorn pulled back so she could look Pewterstar in the eye, before continuing with a grin, " Our kits are already strong. I think they very much take after their sire in that way." She touched her nose to his, purring loudly with the affection she felt for him.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 9:07:18 GMT -5
Replying in just a moment, but I already think these two are so cute!!!
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 9:23:00 GMT -5
Pewterstar - - - EstuaryClan Leader; Camp, Poppythorn, Lycaonia . “Forgive me if I worry,” though his tone carried not as much as an ounce of regret or penance in regards to the topic, he entwined his tail with hers before drooping it across her stomach with a chuckling sigh. “Everything I hold most dear is in this little den, it leaves a tom rather protective.” His whiskers twitched, but he managed to force a relaxed feeling through his frame, reckoning that his worries would do little to help neither his mate, his kits nor his clan. All of which needed him to be as strong as he could be. It was a pressure he’d long learned to shoulder, but even Pewterstar wasn’t infallible to cracking. “If you’re sure,” he replied after a heartbeat, relenting wasn’t in his fabric, but he knew when to let his mate have her way. And given that she was giving him the honour of becoming a father, he let her have her way for the time being. His ears twitched forward and his serious expression lightened to a slight smile as he felt the shudder of his mate’s flank accompanied by the gentle kicking of one of his offspring. It seeemed a kitten was trying to prove his mothers point, and it drew a chuckle from the massive rim. He listened to his mate with a slightly absent minded manner, he was thankful to hear that the medicine cats were helping to build his mate’s strength. He considered himself lucky to be advised by such fine cats. Trying to sound a little more positive as he nudged the piece of fresh kill towards his mate with a degree of insistence to his gesture. “Of course they are strong,” he answered without a flicker of doubt to his tone. “They have you as a mother, they’ll be born capable of tackling badgers if they’re anything like their beautiful mother,” his words were teasing and playful, but love still laced his words.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 14:03:30 GMT -5
Bump?
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Oct 2, 2018 15:37:51 GMT -5
Poppythorn ~ Camp/Nursery ~ Pewterstar (Starlit )"You're allowed to worry, silly," Poppythorn teased, watch with warm, fond eyes as Pewterstar interacted with his kits even while they were still in her belly, "And you flatter me so wonderfully, it makes a she-cat blush to be complimented so well." She paused for a moment as he pushed the hare closer, before continuing in a serious voice, "I know it's going to be hard, Pewterstar. We're headed for Leaf-bare and the kits won't even be out of the nursery by the time it gets here. Three new sets of kits who'll be onto prey by the time it comes." She shook her head and pressed closer, "But we'll manage. Like I said, the kits will be off milk by then, so I at least would be able to go back to hunting during the day if we need it. I'm sure Fallowsong would be willing to look after the little ones for me." Poppythorn shook her head again, smiling warmly at her mate. "But thank you, love, for the hare," She purred, nuzzling closer, "It warms me that you bring me my favourite when you can spare time." She tucked in to the meal, savouring the rich flavour on her tongue. As she ate, her kits seemed to wriggle harder in her belly, all three becoming active to the point you could see her stomach moving on it's own. It made her laugh as she raised her head to gaze at where her kits shifted under the skin, licking the traces of hare from her whiskers. "It seems our children are also thankful for your diligence, my love," She mewed softly, warmth coating every word she spoke. She paused only briefly before ever so gently whispering to him, "You'll be such a good father, Pewterstar. I know they'll love you and be so proud to have such a wonderful father, as I am to have such a wonderful mate."
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Oct 2, 2018 15:43:13 GMT -5
[ I'm here for a bit. I have Snowpaw, Ashleap, Fireblaze and Wheatpetal open c: ]
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 16:06:21 GMT -5
Sorry had to have a bath, replying right now! and I have Adder and Fell free if you'd like to reply to their starters Ross!
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Post by Dawnmoss on Oct 2, 2018 16:30:13 GMT -5
Sorrelpaw | Camp If you were to peer inside the Apprentice Den, nearer to the outer edges of the den, you would see a lump of gray fur heaped in a pile. The pile rose and fell softly, in tune to the rythms of a soft, nasally snore. If you looked closely, you could see a small cat lying belly up and twisted into a shape that somewhat resembled an "L", with the head lying at an angle that did not look comfortable for the neck. Tiny white fangs stuck from under the cat's lips, pulled back by gravity in a comical grin. Four white paws stuck up in the air, folded against a gray chest. This image was almost routine in the Apprentice Den; Sorrelpaw was known for sometimes sleeping in the most uncomfortable and awkward positions like a rock, and wake up without so much as a cramp.
Sunlight filtered in the den as streaks of light. Despite Sorrelpaw's head lying at an awkward angle, one of those streaks illuminated her eyelids, and the combination of the sun's warm rays and the light itself, emerald green eyes groggily fluttered open. When she gathered that it was morning and that she was bent and upside down, Sorrelpaw straightened herself out and outstretched her legs to roll on her belly. She gave a wide yawn and slinked out of the den. She first stretched her front legs, then her back legs, ending with flexing her toes and briefly unsheathing her thorn-sharp claws.
"Good morning," she said to no one in particular. She took a moment to breathe in the fresh morning air and appreciate the sun, then began to wash herself, starting with her face to clean the sleep in her eyes.
Ravenshadow | Outside Camp
It is always so easy when they're distracted. The little finch was currently too busy scratching around the earth, having found a wonderful clew of earthworms for breakfast, to pay attention to its inmediate surroundings for any danger. He had to admit, the bird had hit the jackpot, finding worms right under a bush full with berries. It was an absolute feast! If Ravenshadow was in the bird's paws (Legs? Claws? Toes?) he'd be distracted too.
Unfortunately, its morning would be very much ruined soon. Ravenshadow had stayed frozen in between some roots, moving slowly and carefully to get nearer to it. He had found it by the flap it made every few worms it found. This would be an easy catch. Once he decided he was close enough, he leaped and pounced on the bird, pinning its wings with his paws. The finch made a short cry, but it was quickly cut off with a bite. Could have been faster in the kill, but overall, he was pleased with his work. He was much better at bird hunting since he joined the Clan. When he lived among twolegs, all he pretty much knew how to hunt were rodents like mice and rats. It was pretty much the only thing available there, if you were into fresh food. Sure, there was the ocasional raven and pidgeon, but they were already so savvy to the dangers of street cats and dogs, they knew exactly what to look out for. Well, at least the ravens were. The pidgeons were easier to catch. Maybe it was because of all the corn, bread, and seeds twolegs sometimes threw at them, or maybe they were just that dumb. Still, it was mostly scrap food and mouse that was on the menu. Not at all like the bounty of the wild. There was so much more to offer, different birds, mice, shrews, voles, it almost seemed never ending. There was also fish, but Ravenshadow stayed away from fish. Not because he didn't like them, quite the contrary. He loved fish. But there was something between him and the water that just didn't flow. Or more simply, he hated the water and the water hated him. And he was fine staying as far away from it as possible. He'd rather stay in the woods, with finches and worms. He carried the finch to a nearby tree and dug a hole for it, memorizing the berry bush that held its last feast. It really is a nice morning, and the forest seems to be flooded with scents of different mammals and birds, ready to be hunted.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 16:43:02 GMT -5
Pewterstar - - - EstuaryClan Leader; Camp, Poppythorn, Lycaonia . A low but playful growl was drawn from his chest at her initial response, battering her ears with a massive paw but his movement was an incredibly cautious one. With the prospect of fatherhood on the horizon, the muscled tom had become all too aware of his size, especially in comparison to an all too small kitten, and as a result had taken reasonable consideration into how he acted. As though concerned the slightest movement might cause harm to another, as a warrior it wasn't exactly in his nature to be so cautious, but he was trying his best. If he thought it would keep a kit of his safe, or even a kit of his clan safe, he'd have sprouted a pair of wings. "I wouldn't have given a compliment had I not felt it was earned," he responded with a shrug of his shoulders. Lowering himself back down as he lay in the warmth of his mate's nest. His large frame not quite fitting in the confines of the nest, but he seemed not to mind too much. Content for now to spend time with his loved one, in what little remaining peace they would have before their lives became a lot more chaotic with the arrival of a family. It wont be too long until we have shadows, his whiskers twitched in amusement at the thought. His gaze still fixed on the swell of her stomach, but it faded a shade at her words. Despite having long given into the fact he might not always be able to be the father he wanted to be, such was the nature of being both a leader and a father. It saddened him to think his mate might have to leave the nursery to serve the clan sooner than she needed to. He knew queens occasionally hunted once their kits were weaned, but for the most part they remained queens until their kits had been apprenticed. And he felt that Poppythorn deserved that at the very least, regardless of the season in which his kits were to be born. "You deserve to be a mother to the kits, Poppythorn," he meant it not as an insult of her abilities, but rather as a kindness, but if his stubborn mate saw it that way he wasn't sure. "You've carried them this long, its the least EstuaryClan can do to allow you a few moons of peace to raise our little ones, you have served as a warrior, and a fine one at that, no one will argue with you." His kits deserved the best start in life they could get, and more than anything his mate deserved the chance to give it to them. Leafbare was hard on anyone, let alone a small kitten. Watching her with a sigh pulling from his frame, he nestled closer to her in a protective manner. Leader as he might have been, he was as scared as any tom at the prospect of fatherhood. If it came between the clan and his kittens, even he wasn't sure as to which he would pick in the end. "And they will be proud to have as selfless as a mother as you are," he responded quietly. Mostly to himself, he was never certain just what made him so lucky as to give him such a fine mate to be the mother to his children. "I know I'm proud to consider you a mate," he added a little more teasingly this time.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 16:50:07 GMT -5
(anyone in particular Dawnmoss that you'd like me to reply with?)
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 2, 2018 16:56:26 GMT -5
good afternoon! you're welcome to the other kit star! is it alright if i hold out on the form until stormkit is born?
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 17:01:29 GMT -5
Awesome! I'm really looking forward to trying to roleplay a kit, so I'd hoped you'd say yes! given the other two litters have huge importance I didn't want to claim them as I already have an important character, I'm so pleased you've said yes! I'm really looking forward to giving it a go! Am I ok to make my own form? Or do you want to name it and choose the appearance? I don't mind either way! I'm just excited for them to be born now XD
and of course you can wait to make the form, I don't mind as long as you do it at some point I'm just excited XD
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 2, 2018 17:05:18 GMT -5
you can go ahead and choose an appearance, as long as it's genetically correct i suppose.. i'm trying to figure out if the cat i had in mind would work with the parents
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Post by Dawnmoss on Oct 2, 2018 17:06:40 GMT -5
(anyone in particular Dawnmoss that you'd like me to reply with?) (Sure. Adder and Sorrel?)
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 17:08:18 GMT -5
Oh god, I'll have to learn genetics. Give me a minute XD
and you can reply to my starter for adder if you'd like? dawn, whilst I spend the next hour crafting a kit XD
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 2, 2018 17:12:22 GMT -5
i kinda want to do a smoke tortie but i'll have to turn to google to learn
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 17:14:35 GMT -5
I mean I'm not too fussed about the genetics of this clan being perfect, but if you'd like them to be for your kits I'm quite happy to try to conform to what would be correct, but I might make a mistake or two.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 2, 2018 17:17:37 GMT -5
I'll give everyone else a chance to roleplay one of Pewterstar's kits if I'm having a Ash x Fallow kitten, but I'd happily roleplay one if necessary
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 2, 2018 17:18:54 GMT -5
okay so i believe that toms could be black or tabby, and mollies can be tabby or tortoiseshell. all kittens would have silver/smoke patterns, and could have any amount of white spotting.. so my kit will be a smoke tortoiseshell molly
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 2, 2018 17:19:51 GMT -5
if it's open, i wouldn't mine one of those kits? but i want everyone to have a chance to one as well, since i have the dark forest leader
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