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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 6, 2018 1:32:25 GMT -5
Ahh thank you! c: and no worries - i understand a power cut xD They're very unexpected.
I'm interested to see what you decide^.^
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 6, 2018 1:35:06 GMT -5
[ oh dang, power outages suck
yeah, im interested in what you decide too o: ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 1:36:13 GMT -5
(it could be even more interesting if storm did end up pregnant XD perhaps not that she doesn't want kits end of, but because of all her history she is uncertain if its a safe choice for her considering all the bad blood in her line? this could be very cool. also; I absolutely adore the name windshear.)
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 6, 2018 1:45:10 GMT -5
[ windshear ends up having litters with both storm and humming at the same time ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 1:46:51 GMT -5
(Omsc yes. just yes lets make it happen XD I no longer want anything else in life but for that to happen because that would be hilarious and I love it.
I think I'm all up to date with the front page, please let me know if there's anything wrong!)
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 6, 2018 1:49:49 GMT -5
[ yesssssss, this is good c:< should humming be expecting already then? since she'd probably be a bit further along than storm i would assume ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 1:50:56 GMT -5
(that sounds good to me can I ask how you coding gods manage to do the cool layouts for your cat roleplaying? they look really cool!)
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 6, 2018 1:51:27 GMT -5
this drama is going to be so exciting omg
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 6, 2018 1:52:39 GMT -5
(I noticed Thistle isn’t mentioned on the member tracker yet, but that’s okay, she can chill on the sidelines for now! )
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 6, 2018 1:53:31 GMT -5
[ alright, cool! some grade a drama right here, im ready
oh, if you want you can use the coding that i use?? it's pretty simple ]
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 6, 2018 1:54:05 GMT -5
(All the drama, also Feather, my wife, is it okay if I use the coding for my cats?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 1:56:01 GMT -5
(oops! sorry about that, shall add now if you'd like me to! are you sure? I don't mind trying to figure out my own
and yes, this is going to be awesome. I'll throw out some starters now, if you guys would like to respond to them? it may take a little longer than usual to let me try this coding thing)
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 6, 2018 1:56:29 GMT -5
[ yesssss, use the coding, my coding is ur coding, mood wife ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 6, 2018 1:57:03 GMT -5
[ i don't care one bit! you can mess around with it, use it as it is, or make your own, any is fine with me uwu ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 1:57:43 GMT -5
(cool shall give my own a go first, and then if necessary completely give up and use yours)
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 6, 2018 1:58:39 GMT -5
i'd offer the coding i'm using as well, but i don't actually own it ;u; i sowwy.
Anyways- I've Crowpaw, Windshear, Appleshine and Featherpool opeeennn
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 6, 2018 2:00:16 GMT -5
[ sounds good!
All my kitties are open as well ~ ]
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 6, 2018 2:03:05 GMT -5
(Yesss, thank you, fellow mood wife, now my cats can have coding)
(Also once I finish forms (and hoping they’re all approved) I should have Misty, Tree, Bug, Cricket, and Thistle)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 2:07:02 GMT -5
(they seem fine so far pilot. you guys all have like the prettiest names, I love cricketchirp!)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 6, 2018 2:12:05 GMT -5
(Thanks! Cricketchirp is a good, bouncy boy. Though tbh he could probably chill a little. Also, would it be okay for Tree to either be paralyzed in her back legs already or have that happen during the roleplay? It’s a big part of her character and I can’t think of any adaption of Tree that hasn’t been paralyzed, but I wanted to ask since it’s your rp and I would hate to step on any toes.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 2:13:11 GMT -5
(that would be fine with me pilot! it could be an interesting subplot/add on when dark things start happening again that Tree begins to doubt whether she'll be allowed to remain?)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 6, 2018 2:20:32 GMT -5
(Oooh that would be really interesting, in that case would it be easier if this happened during the roleplay instead of before? Or if it happened before, maybe only recently? Long enough for her to heal and realize she can’t use her legs, but not long enough for her to already be doubting her place in the clan?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 2:30:41 GMT -5
Stormstar Interacting with - Where - Tags Cat, "Talking," thinking.
Bramblesplash Interacting with - Where - Tags Cat, "Talking," thinking.
Rowanshard Interacting with - Where - Tags Cat, "Talking," thinking.
Willowdapple Interacting with - Where - Tags Cat, "Talking," thinking.
Look, I know its not great. But I tried my best and I think it looks rather cool XD on with starters now!
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 6, 2018 2:58:10 GMT -5
(Okay I finished forms and added layouts!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 3:04:34 GMT -5
(brilliant! all added, the pictures are so cute by the way! and I'm almost done with starters!)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 6, 2018 3:05:52 GMT -5
(Thanks! Honestly I feel like Tree gets a new picture every time I use her, but the others have been fairly consistent, picture wise!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 3:21:17 GMT -5
Stormstar Interacting with - Where - Tags Waking before the first birds had begun their songs, the muscled figure of Stormstar could be seen about camp far earlier than most. Carefully making her rounds across the canyon, her steps made with care for fear of accidentally waking a clanmate. She went about checking her camp for any weakness in the boundaries or dens. It had become a routine to the scarred veteran, and one she rather enjoyed due to the peacefulness of the task. Without the watching and dependant gaze of her clanmates, she could make herself feel useful but at the same time take some time for herself. By the time she deemed camp worthy, the hour was a much more godly one. And rays of early morning light could be seen beginning to infiltrate the camp canyon. For a moment the young leader paused, torn between returning to her nest to await the awakening of her fellow clanmates. And waiting around in camp. The former seemed the more obvious option, but that would involve returning to her mate's side. And as of recent, that had become a reluctance. She could feel themselves drawing apart, and whilst she hated it, she knew it wasn't likely a problem that would be solved with ease. I don't want kits, the memory of her bluntness made her whiskers twitch with frustration. As she cast her gaze to her den to the side of camp. It was the truth, and considering her past of brutality she wasn't sure she would even be a reasonable mother to the poor litter that might become her own. Her gaze flickered with a sadness which lasted barely half a second before she fought it off. Etched into her eyelids would be the heartbroken look on her mate's gaze. More than aware that she would have to face the music sooner or later, and it was hardly a fitting position for a leader to be in, scared of entering her own den. The calico lifted herself onto careful paws, and leaped with ease onto the ledge holding the leader's den. Pushing through the entrance, her gaze caught sight of the familiar tom asleep in their nest. Without a word, the leader lowered herself into the nest beside him. Barely allowing their pelts to touch, she remained as quiet as she could. Trying not to rouse him from his sleep.
Bramblesplash Interacting with - Where - Tags Curled into a ball so tightly that he resembled more a hedgehog than he did a tom cat, was Bramblesplash. Trying desperately to cling to the last shreds of sleep which were now fleeing from his frame. Morning had woken him, and with early light came work, and that was not something he felt in a position to endure at that moment in time. Having spent much of the time he should have been sleeping gossiping with nearby neighbours who now seemed to snore blissfully in their nests. He was tired, but awake. And that was not a combination he enjoyed having most of the time. Ears continually twitching, likely giving away his awakeness but not that he really considered that, the tom kept a careful ear out in case the deputy were to spot him. And resultantly send him on some tiring patrol or hunt which would leave him even more prepared to fall off of his paws. Sleep! He willed himself hopefully, burrowing his nose deeper into the fur of his dark brown flank. But to no avail, as tired as he felt, the tom was well and truly awake. Grumbling softly, the warrior rose to his paws with a flick of his tail. Deciding at the very least he would beat the deputy from the warriors den, and that perhaps would give him the higher ground when being assigned duties for the day. Prey tester would be absolutely perfect today, he thought to himself with an amused twitch of his whiskers. Despite the earliness of the hour, the fresh kill pile looked rather appealing and reasonably well stocked. But he was all too aware that he wouldn't be allowed as much as a morsel before he fulfilled at least one of his duties today. Left to watch the fresh kill pile with a forlorn look lighting his expression, as though trying to will that plump pigeon to fall between his paws. He had no luck. If only StarClan would be so kind. Now with fresh air in his lungs, Bramblesplash was at least feeling a little more lively than he had before. He found himself a comfortable spot at the side of camp, and began to attempt the taming process of his thick fur. Giving himself something to do to keep awake until the rest of camp awoke, and he was given something to get on with.
Rowanshard Interacting with - Where - Tags Just as most of camp were beginning to pull themselves from their nests and prepare for the long day ahead. Rowanshard was only just returning, a trot to his gait as he moved in silence throughout the clearing until he reached the fresh kill pile. Upon which he deposited a pair of rather plump trout. The happy surprise of a solo patrol he had taken to Riptide Lake, to check up on their eastern border, and make sure there were no scents of threats to be concerned about. Fortunately he had found something, unfortunately that meant despite his efforts he was still rather bored. Most might have been grateful for an uneventful patrol, but the result was that it left Rowanshard restless and grumpy. Not as much as a wiff of Fox, he grumbled. Whilst he wouldn't have admitted it aloud, he'd been hoping for something. What exactly he didn't know, but something. Despite the length of his journey, the tom cat was still ready for something. Anything as long as it meant he escaped the confines of camp, he was itchy for the action he had known so much as a younger cat. And though, a small part of him was grateful for peace, he found day to day life had become rather boring in its aftermath. Rowanshard wasn't a cat built for peaceful days lulling about camp, he needed something to do or he might just run himself off of his paws from boredom alone. Wrapping his tail around his muscled frame, the warrior attempted to look less agitated than he was feeling as not to cause concern amidst his clan, and as a result unwelcome conversation. Whilst Rowanshard wasn't necessarily a rude tom, sociable wasn't a word most would dare connote with him either. Listening to the world above camp with a careful twitch of his ears, allowing his gaze to on occasion dart skywards, as though hopeful some grand opportunity would fall from the skies itself. When, surprisingly enough, no badgers nor foxes descended from the skies. The tom cat sat up with a sigh and set about pulling burrs out from his pelt in an attempt to look reasonably cleaner. His eyes narrowed with concentration as though this was the most difficult possible task.
Willowdapple Interacting with - Where - Tags Pulling herself from the elders den with a smile on her expression and amusement causing her whiskers to twitch. The older warrior had brought the clan's elders something to eat, as the apprentices seemed to have been sleeping and she had wanted something to do. The result was a million stories she'd already heard as a young apprentice, but she wasn't complaining. The elder's den was one of few places she didn't feel incredibly old, and she was grateful for the elder's kindness. Even if it hadn't been necessary, she was thankful that when she eventually retired. She would be surrounded by very kind cats. But that kind of thinking was something for another day. She maintained her warrior status, and as a result she needed to act like one. Stretching out her forelegs as she moved, hearing her bones click and crack as she moved, but it was an accustomed noise that backtracked most of her days. Fortunately it didn't cause her too much pain, just yet. That day would likely come sooner rather than later, but she intended to work until she simply couldn't anymore. Willowdapple was all too aware she was lucky to still be alive, and she intended to do everything in her power to demonstrate to starclan she was incredibly thankful for allowing her more moons than most would have expected. For a few moons, the most terrible of her life, the older warrior had spent her days terrified that each one would be her last. That she would go missing mysteriously, like so many had done before her. Miracle and chance alone had allowed her to survive this long, and she would serve her clan as thanks until the day she died. Casting her gaze around camp with a bored twitch of her whiskers, hopeful for a sighting of Featherpool, or perhaps one of the even more senior warriors with whom she might accompany on a patrol or hunt. Her gaze landed on Rowanshard as he entered the camp, but he looked less than willing for a conversation so she might the smart decision to avoid that tom cat for the time being. Settling down again when it appeared not many other cats were out and about just yet, she waited with a soft sigh. Tail drifting from side to side in the gentle breeze, listening to the sounds of camp coming to life. Waiting for her clan to wake, so she get on with warrior life.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 3:21:46 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 6, 2018 3:31:48 GMT -5
(It’s fine! Anyone in particular I can throw at any of your cats?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2018 3:33:39 GMT -5
(Take your pick I'm happy with anyone!)
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