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Lycaonia
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Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Nov 24, 2018 14:41:44 GMT -5
Iceheart ~ Camp ~ With Greysmoke {🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ }
Iceheart stopped eating as Greysmoke spoke. She had greeted the tom solely because it was polite, she hadn't actually expected him to reply, his stiff demeanour and the air of distaste surrounding him made her think that he would be quiet so she could eat in peace. She eyed him for a moment, gaze steady and cold, before turning back to her meal. "Fine I suppose," She replied, before pointedly tearing off a chunk of meat, sharp teeth flashing as she licked the traces of blood from them. Iceheart usually preferred company when she ate, but she preferred quiet company, if not silent. It took her only a few more minutes to finish clearing the last of the bones of their meat and the she-cat sat up to begin cleaning her fur.
"It's so difficult to clean blood out of white fur," She grumbled to herself as she groomed her paws and began cleaning around her mouth. Remembering that Greysmoke had enquired after her, she paused for a moment, before continued her earlier statement. "Are you doing well this morning, Greysmoke?" She asked, voice politely interested, but mind completely on the task of removing the stains from her bright fur, "Are you planning anything interesting later, or are you scheduled for patrol?" Iceheart's lip curled in utter annoyance as she found a tiny burr caught in the fur at the back of her right front leg. She snarled slightly and set about working it out with her teeth.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 24, 2018 15:30:00 GMT -5
Greysmoke - - - PrecipiceClan Camp, Iceheart, Lycaonia Shrugging his shoulders in response to her comment. Whilst he was blessed with a darker coat marking his muscled frame, it meant he stood out like a sore thumb against the snowy landscape of their home. He'd have preferred a coat lighter in colour regardless of the extra cleaning needed if it meant he didn't need to take so many extra cautions when it came to hunting. He didn't say as much, not in the mood for an argument with a shecat whom he didn't know too well and didn't especially have the intentions of getting to know any better at that moment in time. Drawing his thick grey tail around him, it shifting through the snow as he moved causing flurries of flakes to gather in his dark fur. "I'm well enough this morning," his reply was vague but perfectly calm. His gaze flickered for a moment when he caught sight of Nettlebite and Rainsplash in the middle of sharing tongues. And his whiskers very nearly twitched in amusement, though his expression remained mostly calm. Clearly can't get enough of the shecats, he thought with a flicker of his snow flickered ears. Greysmoke had been one for relationships, though most might well have found the idea rather abhorrent given Greysmoke's less than friendly temperament. His attention returned to the warrior beside him, as he straightened once again and stretched out with a yawn. "Though bored out of my mind," he added as though he never had been distracted. "As far as I'm aware I have nothing scheduled, but hope to get something more done before I lose my mind of boredom."
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 24, 2018 15:55:12 GMT -5
(Sorry I haven’t replied yet. :c Christmas season takes a lot out of me, and I think the ligaments in my shoulder are deterriating, so i’ve Been having to work really slow. When I finally get out my starters I was planning for Dawnthief to interact with Acornpaw, and Juniperleaf to interact with her son c: Lightweave will also be open, idily chatting with her sister in the nursery. Glacierpaw will also be open!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 24, 2018 15:59:37 GMT -5
(no worries cac and I hope you're doing ok! take your time, I understand entirely if you have things to distract you right now! ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/lNtnPuxeCzkaKMNYVXVv.gif)
light is welcome to join with nettle and rain if you'd like to get on with some interaction between what is likely to be an incredibly cute pair as far as I can tell! or if not I am yet to use shadow if you'd like to throw dawnthief at her? [still in absolute love with that name for the record])
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 24, 2018 18:20:45 GMT -5
(BUMP)
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Post by plagυe docтor on Nov 24, 2018 19:28:26 GMT -5
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 24, 2018 19:32:45 GMT -5
(awesome to here doc )
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Post by plagυe docтor on Nov 24, 2018 23:26:36 GMT -5
Vixenbrook has a pelt that could be described as muddy; Her tortoiseshell coat is swirling with blacks and oranges that are hard to tell where one color starts and the other ends. The majority of her pelt is black, but the orange creates a bright contrast to the darker color. She is on the shorter side, but what she lacks in height she makes up for in muscle. She's not the most burly cat the clan has ever seen, but she isn't a skinny, helpless she-cat either. Her eyes are a light and bright green, but seem to grow dark when she's angry. If you could describe Vixenbrook in just one word, it would be independent. She's a rather polite and kind cat, but isn't one to go out and mingle with the clan. Some might mistakenly take her for a stuck up, snobby kind of cat from her lack of socializing, but that is far from the truth. Sometimes she does have a big of an ego, but she doesn't like to brag or put others down. Vixenbrook is a hard cat to have a close relationship with. When she was younger, it used to be the opposite; But after more heartbreak than she could handle, she put a padlock around her heart to protect herself from experiencing that again. This may make her come off as cold hearted, but she is just protecting herself. She has good intentions, though her execution of good intentions may need some work. Those outside of the clan might mistake this she-cat as an easy opponent, one who could be defeated with a few simple swipes. However, they would be horribly mistaken. She is skilled on the battlefield, and she uses others' initial judgement to her advantage. What makes her a great fighter is how she strategizes in just the split second she has before she has to act. She is definitely a cat you want on your side during a fight.
Warrior Open to bloodlines N/A
{ Riversplash } Throughout his apprenticeship, Riversplash was commonly called 'cute.' He was small for his age, and had a kitten like face all through his training moons. However, he shocked the whole clan during his last moon of training. He hit a large growth spurt, competing for being the largest cat in the clan. His pelt is an average grey tabby, with white covering his chest, throat, jaw, and underbelly. His eyes glow a very light green, almost gray color. When he hit his growth spurt, not only did he grow height wise, but he also grew very muscular. However, his appearance is the only thing intimidating about this tom. Personality wise, he is a playful spirit and has a lack of awareness for when a situation turns serious. It's not rare for him to make a joke and turn the situation awkward for himself. Some of the more serious warriors find him rather annoying, but he thinks it's important to always have some good spirit even during the hardest of times. However, some find his kit-like demeanor annoying all the time and would rather avoid him all together. He's extremely outgoing and bubbly, but his warrior-skills are quite lacking. Hunting is his 'strong suit,' however he still isn't the best at that. You'd think with his body build he would be a great fighter as well, but his skills on the battlefield aren't up to par either. He does his best, but is very insecure about his warrior abilities. Embarrassment is an emotion he is all too familiar with. But he keeps his positive vibes alive while he's around others, and others think he is the happiest cat in the world, but he is just good and pushing down his negative emotions.
Warrior Open to bloodlines N/A
{ Spiderpaw } Spiderpaw has a darker pelt, his fur donning a medium-brown coat. He has dark tabby stripes that are faint on his back, but darker around his legs, face, and tail. He has the build of a cat built more for speed than anything else, as he has long legs and a thin body. He has excellent stamina, but his strength in battle is lacking. His eyes break the monotony of his pelt, adding a dash of bright amber to his coloring. His fur is quite thick, which helps keep him warm during the colder moons since he lacks the body fat or muscles to keep him warm. Spiderpaw is known for being insecure about his body build, knowing all too well he is often seen as inferior to those who are more muscular or larger than him. This is shown in his training, where he often gets nervous and messes up. When he's not getting assessed, however, he often does much better than normal. He is also very anxious and nervous around big groups of cats, and tends to keep to himself or a small circle of friends. However, this all changes when he's angry. You wouldn't think so by the way he acts, but he has an extremely short temper. Once his temper runs out, suddenly he no longer fears repercussions for his words and becomes disrespectful and sharp-tongued. Deep down he has a kind heart, but is easily manipulated and isn't the smartest cat around. His instincts tend to be what drive him rather than his training, which is something he needs to get better at. In battle, he is a fierce cat and would fight to his last breath if allowed to. Once his battle skills get refined, his will be a threat to be reckoned with. He tends to be a glass half full kind of tom, always trying to cheer up those around him. He tends to be fairly good at putting a smile on those around him, so long as it's not a large group of cats.
Apprentice Hawkfeather's younger brother? N/A
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Post by collided on Nov 25, 2018 1:26:10 GMT -5
(Hey. Sorry, busy day today. I also have a family thing tomorrow, but I'll try to write up replies when I can. Also welcome to the clan, plague doctor. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/lNtnPuxeCzkaKMNYVXVv.gif) )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 25, 2018 8:11:46 GMT -5
(no worries colli)
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Post by plagυe docтor on Nov 25, 2018 11:20:40 GMT -5
Thank you! :3 Finishing my cats now c:
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 26, 2018 3:02:59 GMT -5
(sorry for not being on! had internet issues)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 26, 2018 3:33:25 GMT -5
(sorry doc but I just noticed something, I prefer people don't use any of the constellation names [hare, ram, wolf and eagle] as a warrior name. its the equivalent of someone from the original books being called Starsplash. Would it please be possible for you to change it?)
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Post by plagυe docтor on Nov 26, 2018 12:11:30 GMT -5
oh yeah sorry! I didn't realize, I'll change him :3
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 26, 2018 12:15:11 GMT -5
(thanks for understanding!)
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Post by plagυe docтor on Nov 26, 2018 12:37:54 GMT -5
okay, they're all done c':
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 26, 2018 12:40:27 GMT -5
(Awesome! adding now thanks so much for joining)
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Post by plagυe docтor on Nov 26, 2018 12:43:03 GMT -5
of course! :'D would you like to rp?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 26, 2018 12:46:55 GMT -5
(happily I have only shadow free at the moment though if that's fine with you )
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Post by plagυe docтor on Nov 26, 2018 12:49:51 GMT -5
thats fine! you mind starting?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 26, 2018 13:03:16 GMT -5
(I have a starter up on the first page feel free to respond to that if you'd like )
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 26, 2018 15:37:24 GMT -5
Okay! On my lap top and RESPONDING NOW XD For real!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 26, 2018 15:39:22 GMT -5
Its alright Cac! I understand you've been busy ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/lNtnPuxeCzkaKMNYVXVv.gif)
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Asexual
Lycaonia
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Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Nov 26, 2018 16:11:17 GMT -5
Iceheart ~ Camp ~ With Greysmoke {🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ }
Iceheart grunted in acknowledgement, finally working the stubborn burr from her fur. Though she had already been hunting herself, she grew stir-crazy if she spent too long in Camp. Even as a kit she hadn't been fond of being confined to the caverns where PrecipiceClan lived and tried to spend as much time as possible out and about, whether on patrol or hunting. It had driven her mother crazy that she couldn't settle down for any length of time. "I was thinking of speaking with Dawnthief as soon as I saw him," Iceheart remarked absently as she got the last of her fur in order. She was lucky in a way - Her fur was a thick as her Clanmates, but it was shorter and less prone to getting out of control or getting things caught in it, despite her irritation with staining.
"I don't believe I'm scheduled for patrol this morning myself," She continued, shaking herself out and yawning widely, "But I'd rather make sure before I head out on another hunt." Iceheart briefly entertained the thought of inviting a few others along. She usually preferred to hunt by herself, for all it meant she had to stay away from larger prey, but she had been sorely lacking company lately. She considered Greysmoke beside her, but he seemed even more antisocial than usual, which was saying something coming from her, so perhaps not. 'Maybe if Dawntieif confirms I'm not on patrol this morning,' She thought, yawning once more as she waited for a sign of the Deputy.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 26, 2018 16:13:34 GMT -5
The deputy of PrecipiceClan was expected to be up before the rest of their clan mates, thus, Dawnthief did not disappoint. Ever since he was given the honorable position that his own father once held, Dawnthief has put his nose to the grind stone and worked, and worked, and worked. He left no margin for error, and all the while kept up an enthusiasm that conveyed to his clan mates that he was truly enjoying his position. The deputy's mask was nearly impossible to see through. Now that the first colors of day had touched the sky, more and more warrior and apprentice's were rousing from their slumber and getting started with their daily activities. Dawnthief sat by the fresh kill pile, sweeping his gaze across the camp, letting his gaze hover over individuals only briefly before flicking his gaze away. He watched Acornpaw, his own prodigy, shuffle around camp restlessly for something to do. He felt as though enough cats had awoken to begin the first set of morning patrols. He already had some members in mind to lead the first patrol. "Hawkfeather." He called out to the brown tabby warrior. Hawkfeather had proved himself a very capable warrior, someone that Dawnthief could depend on to get the job done. More and more lately he had been giving the tom the spot light when it came to leading patrols. Dawnthief's smokey grey fur fluffed up against a passing breeze. He shuffled his paws comfortably as he awaited the tom to approach him so he could give out the orders for the morning hunting patrol. The round about of the borders would have to be carried out by another patrol, but he would deal with that shortly after. He himself, already had plans for today, he had to train his antsty apprentice. The duties of a deputy could not interfere with the responsibility to his pupil. The day was coming closer and closer, Lightweave could feel it... Soon Glacierpaw would have little sisters and brothers to play with. Curled up in her comfortable nest of moss and feathers lay the fluffy white shecat, eyes open, but forever blind as they looked forward into the darkness. Her tail curled around her stomach, chest slowly rising and falling with calm breath. How many more weeks... Or even days, until I see you darlings? She felt small, gentle paws kick energetically inside her, causing her to hiccup for breath and exhale with a soft chuckle. Soon, I guess... Your daddy will be so proud. Little Glacierpaw will be so happy to see you all. He'll be a good big brother to you. The mother purred and ducked her head close to her stomach to give the fur there a couple gentle licks. She only lifted her head when she heard paw steps approaching her den. Although the molly was blind, she could sense more than other gave her credit for. She breathed in the air, and recognized the scent of her sister, Snowyfluff, before she even came up to the entrance. "Howdy doody little sis!" The energetic snowy white shecat smiled, tail waving back and fourth. "How's the being pregnant thing coming along?" She trotted into the den and sat beside her sister who slowly pulled herself to a sitting position as well. "Oh, you know. It's coming." Lightweave smirked playfully and gently ran her feathery tail across her siblings back. "Yeah I can tell, you're HUUUUGE." Snowyfluff lowered her head towards her sisters stomach. "Hey little guys! You better come out easier than Glacierpaw did, okay? I don't want to hear your mama scream that loud again. I almost went deaf!" Lightweave laughed, pawing her sisters snout away. "Oh hey! By the way," Snowyfluff's voice lowered to a more secretive, and slightly somber tone. "I don't know if like, you know or whatever, but Nettlebite and Rainsplash are sharing tongues." It was just like her sister to make something out of nothing. Lightweave hadn't the slightest worry, and in fact frowned with disappointment at Snowyfluff, shaking her head disapprovingly. "And what of it? Isn't he allowed to bond with his other clan mates? I don't own him, you know." Snowyfluff's ears pinned back, face flushing with embarrassment. "Jeez... I know that! I was just... Saying." She grumbled. Lightweave licked her sisters forehead to assure her that it was alright, and she wasn't mad. "Well, thank you for telling me, but, I know that Netty-bitty wouldn't even think of doing anything to hurt me. Why don't you fetch him here, when he's done gossiping with Rainsplash, of course." She smiled, nudging her sister. Snowyfluff pushed up to all fours again and nodded. "Alright, alright, I can take a hint! Preggers needs some time alone with her man." Her voice was full of humor as she trotted out of the den once more and towards the pair of warriors sharing tongues. Ever since Lightweave and Nettlebite became official, Snowyfluff looked upon the tom as family, like he was her brother. She bounded up to the two and dipped her head respectively. "Hey, sorry, hope I'm not interrupting! But Nettlebite, Lightweave wants to catch up with you whenever you can." Snowyfluff said politely.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 26, 2018 17:06:10 GMT -5
Greysmoke - - - PrecipiceClan Camp, Iceheart, Lycaonia . Whilst it might not have been the most invigorating nor stimulating of conversations he'd ever participated in, to an outsider it might well have looked like two aliens conversing. Given that neither were traditionally social cats, and the pair brought together would likely cause planets to collide under any other circumstances. But Greysmoke was bored, and his companion was proving not to be tedious,hence for now he was comfortable to remain. The silence between them felt comfortable, as the tom continued to cast his gaze across the snowflake flurried camp in a contemplative manner. "It appears that Dawnthief has been lost to the depths of his nest," the smokey grey tom replied as his gaze danced across the den entrance to the warriors sleeping area. I wish I was in there instead of him, its his job to be up this early. His whiskers twitched with something that wasn't entirely readable, not quite amusement but not necessarily frustration either. The tom returned his gaze to the warrior beside him with a rumbling sigh. "It seems we are left to our own devices this morning." Contemplating leaving the conversation there and finding something to keep his paws busy in his own company. The tom seemed to consider for a moment as he lifted himself onto his paws. Speckles of snow remained clinging to his thick fur, flaring his nostrils as the scents of wild winds and the mountains filtered through stale tunnel air and lit his tongue with the familiar taste of home. A rumbling sigh pulled from his lips, but fortunately for him in the aim of not recieving a cuffed ear; the winds stole the sound from his lungs before it could be truly audible between them. Seeming to decide, mostly because it was the lesser of two evils rather than something done out of compassion or excitement. "Rather than waiting for a lazy tom cat to get out of his nest, shall we just go by ourselves. Given we are grown cats, I'm sure the camp would flood and set alight with fire at the same time." Again it was not amusement that seemed to light his tone, what might have sounded like a joke on the tongue of another cat, it came out slightly blunt on the massive warrior's. His gaze was caught by movement for a moment, the familiar dark coat of their deputy as he pulled at last from the warriors den, and Greysmoke's eyes narrowed a shade, but he said nothing. The offer still stood, of the snowy shecat wished to accept it. Pausing in his conversation at the sound of pounding pawsteps, the massive warrior lifted his head and turned his attention to its source. Eyes narrowing a shade as worry burned through him at the sight of her speed, panicking for a heartbeat that something might be wrong. However, from the lack of terror lighting the snowy furred warrior's expression and the generally jovial pace to her movements. Nettlebite allowed him to settle down a little his whiskers twitching in amusement as Snowyfluff approached. Drawing his thick furred tail around his frame as he tilted his head to the side, grinning softly. "Where is the fire Snowyfluff?" He questioned as she tore her way over to the clanmates. Admittedly Nettlebite was on edge, though he would never admit it aloud mostly because it would likely only cause his mate more stress than she needed at the moment. Memories of her screams during Glacierpaw's birth were burned into the back of his brain, and whilst he tried to maintain his confident demeanour, those close to him could see it waiver especially at times like this. He liked his mate's sister, he found her amusing and energetic, not entirely dissimilar to himself, though at times the stark opposite of Lightweave. Not for a heartbeat did he find himself concerned that he had been 'caught' aside a shecat not of his own family, he trusted Lightweave and he was of the belief that that she returned that trust. At this point in their relationship, he felt that was the very least he could expect of the beautiful queen carrying his kits. Chuckling when the reason for her approach came into light, the warrior was on his paws before Snowyfluff was able to finish her sentence properly. Dipping his head in a thankful manner to Rainsplash, his purr rumbled from his massive chest. "Thankyou for your company, Rainsplash, it was pleasant to get the chance." His smile was genuine and his tone cheerful. "But as I'm sure you understand, duties call," this time his voice was lit with a playful melody as he shot a glance over to his 'sister in law.' Following Snowyfluff at a careful place, his own strides making up two if not three of the smaller shecat beside him. He paused by the entrance of the nursery, basking for a brief heartbeat in its familiar scent of milk and honey. Before nosing his way through the den entrance and adjusting to the dark of his new environment. Standing tall in the rather small den, the warrior pushed his way through the nests with great care before he paused beside his mate. Running his muzzle through her fur in greeting, allowing his nose to linger on the swell of her stomach and letting out a loud purr as he felt the rumble of kittens beneath his touch. "I believe I was called for?" He asked with a tilt of his head and a grin lacing his expression.
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Post by plagυe docтor on Nov 27, 2018 0:34:32 GMT -5
Shadowstar - - - Where, with Whom, Tags. Back dropped by the snowy mountainside, it would have taken a sight so sharp that it envied an eagle's to pick out Shadowstar from her comfortable spot on Sky Watcher's Peak. Flurries of snowflakes littered the air, but nowhere near the density seen during the harsher moons of leafbare. Whilst the winds were bitter, for a cat accumulated to life here it would be considered rather pleasant. Having stolen a moment to herself to enjoy the privacy and peace of the mountaintops on her lonesome. Though life might have been calm at current, in her few moons as leader, and even as a normal warrior she had learned that could change as seamlessly as night flowing into day. The leader had spent her morning collecting, enjoying the freedom of her mountains, but being productive at the very least. Whilst the Nightly Guard had not yet been posted, for the northern lights continued to bless their skies. Shadowstar had chosen to provide her services in surveying her territory, the morning had been uneventful. But she enjoyed how mundane it had been, better boring than busy. Her whiskers twitched with amusement, she was sounding more and more like her own mother. Echoes from the caverns beside her drew her attention, not approaching footsteps but a fainter sound which made her assume that camp was awaking without her. On her paws with careless grace, she paused. Inhaling the fresh mountain air for one final time, before turning and entering the dark tunnel system. They're up early, who set fire to the camp? Shadowstar mused to herself, a grin lighting her expression as she chuckled to herself. The sound lost on the howling winds before it could carry back into the camp. Usually she would have had a little longer before most of her camp awoke, an early bird by nature. With the scent of the wild clinging to her fur, she made her way down the familiar paths as they wound left and right through the caves. Until the taste of camp was fresh on her tongue, and the patter of footsteps made her ears prick forward and she knew she was reasonably close. Soon light began to filter into the tunnels a little, flooding through small holes in the ceiling which meant she could see where she was going as opposed to allow her paws to guide their way through the familiar tunnels. Entering into camp, she found it mostly empty of life, with a few cats milling around waiting for orders. At least their isn't a fire, this time she stifled her grin so it only showed as a twitch of her whiskers as she eased through camp without a word. Casting a customary glance to the fresh kill pile, whilst it wasn't fantastic in its offerings at the very least it had something to offer. Morning patrols should be going out soon, she reasoned. Looking around for a moment in search of Dawnthief, considering placing herself on a hunt with the lone purpose of giving herself something to do outside of the confines of camp. For now she saw the camp empty of his usual presence, but she thought nothing of it. Settling down to the side of camp, her snowy fur stark against the darker shades of the camp cavern. The leader waited in a comfortable silence for her camp to come alive, so she could get on with her day. Her paws itching for something to do, her nature not leading to the quiet life all too well. She watched as cats began to pull themselves from various dens, ready for the day ahead. Vixenbrook All throughout the night, dreams had plagued Vixenbrook's sleep. Thankfully, nightmares hadn't been the culprit of disrupting her rest, but when she finally opened her eyes it seemed as though she had just laid down in her nest a few moments ago. It took all the strength in the calico's body to not close her eyes and try again for a peaceful sleep. Instead, she forced herself to stretch her aching muscles which sent a shiver down her spine, all while yawning bigger than she thought was possible. Suddenly her tired body seemed a little more willing to get up and be productive, but before she stepped out of her nest, she looked at her pelt with wide eyes. You'd have thought she had been sleeping with ants in her pelt all night, the way her fur stuck up in random places and looked knotted in others. Sometimes she would skip her morning pelt grooming, as she hardly cared enough to spend time making herself look nice, but even she refused to let herself be seen like this. She swiped her tongue across her pelt, she longed for the taste of fresh-kill rather than her own fur. When she was happy with how her pelt looked, which wasn't as clean as most others would be happy with, she padded out of the den with paws that hardly seemed to be lifted off the ground. Another yawn forced her jaws wide open as the stream that flowed within camp seemed to be yowling her name to soothe her dry throat. With heavy paws, she dragged herself over to the stream and took quite a few laps at the cold water. Often times she awakened with a sore, dry throat, so lapping from the stream first thing in the morning seemed to be only routine for her. This also helped push the fatigue out of her system, and now she felt ready to take on a whole pack of wolves. For the first time that morning, she surveyed camp to see who was awake. Her ears flicked as she finally began to make sense of the sounds that buzzed like an annoying fly. Dawnthief had just called for Hawkfeather, Greysmoke and Iceheart were conversing about something she didn't care too much to listen in on, and Nettlebite and Snowyfluff were doing something similar, until she saw Nettlebite head towards the nursery. However, it was hard not to notice a bright white mass settled at one side to camp by herself. Shadowstar looked restless, so Vixenbrook took it upon herself to head over to her leader in hopes of helping in one way or another. As she approached, she called out to her. "Good morning, Shadowstar. How was your rest last night?" She sat down next to her, curling her tail around her paws.
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Post by collided on Nov 27, 2018 1:57:49 GMT -5
(Aaaah I'm finally back. Family reunion was a lot. Just...a lot. -exhausted flop- Now to read over everything and remember how I need to respond and to who.
Plague Doctor, you could definitely have Spiderpaw as Hawkfeather's little brother. Hawkfeather would definitely always be trying to boost his confidence. I'm assuming their mother would be on the older side, that her last litter, and maybe now she's just a permanent queen helping the younger she-cats, whereas their father would be a very senior warrior/elder if he's still around.)
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Post by collided on Nov 27, 2018 2:05:21 GMT -5
(Oh my gosh he does! <3 That’s awesome, of course she can be the mom! Do we wanna say that the father died? Or just broke up a mateship with her and it’s left vague for the moment who it was?) (Hmmm. I'd say for plot purposes, maybe either he died--thus Acornpaw looks up to Dawnthief as a father figure--or his father started going dark side which is why the mateship ended, if Juniperleaf is going to be a light side cat? The first option might be best, but please let me know. ^^ )
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Post by collided on Nov 27, 2018 2:53:31 GMT -5
Hawkfeather - Camp - Mentions: Thistlepaw Lycaonia , Dawnthief The big tabby tom was generally aware when he was butting in, so he just nodded along to Thistlepaw’s speech. He hadn’t meant to bother the younger cat, but he knew half-eaten prey went bad faster than usual prey. Making sure everyone had something to eat as the cold crept in was a duty well-worn in his mind. As is, the approach of the other apprentice, Acornpaw, seemed to cheer up his sister’s apprentice. That was good. Sometimes young cats just needed their own peers more than his imposing self for sure. When Dawnthief called his name, Hawkfeather wasn’t too surprised. If anything, he was grateful. Lately he’d been called to go on many patrols and it was nice. His bulk and bigger paw prints often made a nice path for his clanmates to follow and he didn’t much mind the job of plowing. If anything, he was just glad to help. Sometimes even with his white splashes and lighter brown fur, he was still spotted by prey unlike cats like Iceheart or Rainsplash. It was just good that every cat had their talents so the clan stayed functional. As is, as he watched the cats milling around camp, quickly taking a head count, he decided on what to do with the rabbit. “Acornpaw, I do believe Lightweave is awake, why don’t you go gift her this half of rabbit?” he offered. “Thistlepaw could even go with you, just to see if everything’s going well.” There didn’t seem to be any problems, but watching Snowfluffy fetch Nettlebite made him just want to be doubly sure. With that, he nodded to the two younger cats, a fond look on his face, and then he headed over to Dawnthief. He padded across camp quickly, blown in snow crunching under his fluffy paws. He stopped before the clan deputy and dipped his head, a more respectful nod than he’d given to the youngsters. “Good morning, Dawnthief,” he meowed, cheerful. “I hope you don’t mind, but I sent Acornpaw to go give Lightweave some food while we spoke. I’m sure he’ll be ready for anything after of course; he’s just a ball of energy. As is, is there something I can help with today?” /// Rainsplash - Camp - Mentions Nettlebite 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ, Snowfluffy 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤThe mostly-white she-cat only chuckled at Nettlebite’s insult, a familiarity to it all. She was younger than him and his mate, but she’d always been one to take on older kits or even apprentices when she was young. Too feisty for her size, as her mother said. She had, however, always remembered to be gentle with Lightweave, who even at a young age had tried to mother all the other smaller cats in camp. “Well, at least I don’t have the face of a goat kid,” she countered and pulled her best imitation of said face. She let out another bubbly giggle and returned to her grooming attempts, listening as the older tom talked about his mate, a deep fondness in his voice. “I’m so glad you two found each other. Lightweave is so lovely. I’m glad you know that and don’t see her as less for her blindness,” Rainsplash meowed softly, serious for once before switching back to her usual cheer. “Oh don’t worry, I won’t avoid camp. If I’m lucky, maybe Shadowstar will give me an apprentice some moon in the future. I’ve got to show off my kit wrangling skills.” When Snowfluffy hurried out of the nursery and towards them, Rainsplash shared a bit of worry before she realized there was no smell of fear or pain on the other pale she-cat. As Nettlebite got up from the snowy nest he’d made for himself, Rainsplash nodded. “Of course. Tell Lightweave I say hello and I hope she’s feeling well today.” /// Acornpaw - Camp - Mentions: Thistlepaw, Lightweave Acornpaw kneaded the snow in front of him, extra energy finding its way out. He was pleased that Thistlepaw seemed to be settling in well as a medicine cat apprentice. “That’s great that you’re getting to help cats. You know, we were all so worried about you. I’m so glad you’re okay. I bet you’ve learned so much about herbs.” When Dawnthief called over Hawkfeather instead of him first, he slumped a bit before realizing the other tom had offered him a chance to show he was doing his duties. He picked up the rabbit near Thistlepaw before realizing he probably should have asked if she wanted to come with him. He attempted to speak, but the fur made it useless. Instead he turned towards the nursery and flicked his tail in a “c’mon” gesture at Thistlepaw, hoping both of them could hang out again. He was so curious too about what she’d been learning while Dawnthief was teaching him about being a warrior. Maybe he could even tell her about the cool move he’d learned to help protect cats from foxes, so she wouldn’t need to be scared of them. He was sure by the time he was a warrior, he’d totally be able to take down a fox. Well, he hoped so. At least if the fox would stay still enough that he could slide under and do a belly rake.
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