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Post by Voidastral on Jan 6, 2019 1:04:45 GMT -5
"Hm, well what looks interesting?" Oatpaw tilts his head, turning to her in question.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2019 9:40:39 GMT -5
"Why, you have some other incredibly laborious task you can't complete on your own, old cat?" Littlepaw's tone was full of mocking. The real answer was yes, the long-limbed apprentice DID want to nap! He'd earned it, he thought, by being a mastermind behind killing an entire owl. "You seem to be so incredibly overwhelmed right now." He referenced to how he'd found his mentor, staring off into nothingness. (Oops! Didn’t see!) “Oh I have more tasks then the number of whiskers you have.” Honestly he was just making them up as they went along because why not? “And me? Overwhelmed? You don’t even know the meaning of that word. What? You do one task and now demand a break? Pathetic.” Gracklefur grinned before he stood up and shook his pelt of little fuzzy feathers. “So you want a break? Fine. Then watch these chicks, it shouldn’t be that hard though I recommend napping to be a bad idea.” The tom then started to head off to the fields, “We’re low on chicken feed.” He said before leaving.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2019 9:43:04 GMT -5
(I hate when I accidentally make my cats OOC or to fit another persona and completely forget what I wrote in their forms DX)
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 6, 2019 11:41:18 GMT -5
"Hm, well what looks interesting?" Oatpaw tilts his head, turning to her in question. Cloverpaw tilted her head in return. "What about fighting?" she asked, and her eyes glittered with interest. She knew she didn't have to, but seeing the other apprentices practice fighting looked kinda fun.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 6, 2019 11:44:08 GMT -5
Goblin tilted his head to the side. This tom wasn't all there. But he could no longer hold back his stomach, which now forced him to begrudgingly consume the squirrel. He ate far too fast and messily, too, unwilling to think about the amount of time that had passed since his last meal. When he finished, he refused to thank the cat, as thank you meant he owed Wrenhop something, and he didn't owe the clan cat anything. Wrenhop watched with his tail curled over his paws and a smile on his face. Then a great idea occurred to him. "Maybe I can show you how to hunt so you can find yourself more prey without me!" he said, eyes bright. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to show a cat how to hunt in their territory, but he didn't want to leave the cat to starve again. "Or maybe you can even consider joining the Clan..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2019 12:04:03 GMT -5
Starters for my farm guys and gals)
Ravenstep was sitting on the ledge of the second floor of the barn. He looked down at his clan, knowing one day he may lead them. Though the tom was still irritated with his encounter with Smoker. The rogue was arrogant, treated he and Oatpaw like a joke and their clan with no respect. The deputy’s claws curled into the wood as Smoker reminded him of the city. The city were he grew up alone and with the ideals of survival drilled into his skull. He was glad to have found a peaceful life with Crowclan but he still felt odd. He still felt he was too different from these cats, seeing them have families and welcome outsiders as friends, it was nothing he’d ever do in the city. Even now he never trusted outsiders and he knew he wasn’t meant to have a family. The former rogue sat alone, remembering the past where he’d killed cats and was as skinny as a dying rat.
Foxkick was behind a large pile of hay against a wall. On the side of the pile was a small hole that she’d created as a kit, for moons, she’d go in there to hide from cranky mentors or to hide her stash of eggs. Foxkick was now in there hiding a new batch of eggs she’d just stolen from a farmer. She knew her clan wouldn’t approve but Gracklefur never let her eat any eggs, not even one!
Chickenscratch was on the roof of the barn, she was sitting dangerously close to the edge. The Abyssinian was looking off into the distance at the forest. She hardly hunted there and wondered if she should drag someone along on her adventure since her egg stealing sister was busy.
Gracklefur was chewing on catnip and carrying a small bucket with his tail as he headed to a neighboring farm. Usually two cats would go to collect grains for the chickens but the black cat enjoyed his solitude.
Smoker was walking along the thunderpath, looking down at the roadkill and trying to salvage anything. He was still in Crowclan lands but he didn’t care, he’d seen and dealt with troubling cats. But hungry was gnawing at his stomach, he needed food and he’ll do anything for warm juicy meat.
Grease was lazily chilling on his twoleg’s rocking chair with a straw of hay in his mouth. He wondered how Medallion was and hoped she hadn’t run into any trouble with the clan cats.
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 6, 2019 15:30:50 GMT -5
Strawfur smiled "and how is that?" she asked, tilting her head, her smile much more like a smirk of sorts.
Oatpaw nodded "I can try I guess yea" the tom nods "Do you want to spar? or just learn a move or two?"
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 6, 2019 17:08:50 GMT -5
Strawfur nodded, splashing Muddybriar on last time before beginning to head back to the barn, a bright smile on her face.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 6, 2019 17:13:01 GMT -5
"I knew you had some ulterior motive!" Goblin declared, only a little bit smug that he had been right about this cat, "You want me to join your little cat cult! Well, I have never needed anyone and I'm not about to start now, Wrenhp, if that's even your name!" He started to move away from him, eager to be left alone to his devices. Wrenhop quickly stepped forward, eyes wide. "No, no! I really just want to help you!" he insisted. "You don't have to join if you don't want to. And I"m not going to make you." His gaze shifted away. "I just don't want you to go hungry again."
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 6, 2019 17:14:21 GMT -5
Strawfur smiled "and how is that?" she asked, tilting her head, her smile much more like a smirk of sorts. Oatpaw nodded "I can try I guess yea" the tom nods "Do you want to spar? or just learn a move or two?"Cloverpaw flicked her tail back and forth. "Teach me some moves and then we'll spar."
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 7, 2019 19:35:57 GMT -5
Oatpaw nodded "Okay, so there's one move where you can leap on the back of another cat you're fighting and kinda get the advantage since they cant reach you. Do you wanna try that one?" he asks her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 11:05:27 GMT -5
(Oooo cool! :3 I’m ok with that!)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 11:08:06 GMT -5
Starters for my farm guys and gals) Ravenstep was sitting on the ledge of the second floor of the barn. He looked down at his clan, knowing one day he may lead them. Though the tom was still irritated with his encounter with Smoker. The rogue was arrogant, treated he and Oatpaw like a joke and their clan with no respect. The deputy’s claws curled into the wood as Smoker reminded him of the city. The city were he grew up alone and with the ideals of survival drilled into his skull. He was glad to have found a peaceful life with Crowclan but he still felt odd. He still felt he was too different from these cats, seeing them have families and welcome outsiders as friends, it was nothing he’d ever do in the city. Even now he never trusted outsiders and he knew he wasn’t meant to have a family. The former rogue sat alone, remembering the past where he’d killed cats and was as skinny as a dying rat. Foxkick was behind a large pile of hay against a wall. On the side of the pile was a small hole that she’d created as a kit, for moons, she’d go in there to hide from cranky mentors or to hide her stash of eggs. Foxkick was now in there hiding a new batch of eggs she’d just stolen from a farmer. She knew her clan wouldn’t approve but Gracklefur never let her eat any eggs, not even one! Chickenscratch was on the roof of the barn, she was sitting dangerously close to the edge. The Abyssinian was looking off into the distance at the forest. She hardly hunted there and wondered if she should drag someone along on her adventure since her egg stealing sister was busy. Gracklefur was chewing on catnip and carrying a small bucket with his tail as he headed to a neighboring farm. Usually two cats would go to collect grains for the chickens but the black cat enjoyed his solitude. Smoker was walking along the thunderpath, looking down at the roadkill and trying to salvage anything. He was still in Crowclan lands but he didn’t care, he’d seen and dealt with troubling cats. But hungry was gnawing at his stomach, he needed food and he’ll do anything for warm juicy meat. Grease was lazily chilling on his twoleg’s rocking chair with a straw of hay in his mouth. He wondered how Medallion was and hoped she hadn’t run into any trouble with the clan cats. (Here starters if anyone wants to rp. I won’t be too active since I’m starting college today.)
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 8, 2019 12:02:35 GMT -5
Haysun noticed the tom along the second floors ledge, dropping himself down beside the deputy before he spoke "How are you doing?" he questioned, his voice held genuine worry for his friend. Ever since that rogue had come along and left just as fast Ravenstep had seemed tense.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 16:27:36 GMT -5
Ravenstep gave a low gaze to his leader before looking back down at the cats, “That rogue’s going to come back. They always do. You should have sent me to deal with it.” His deep yet tired voice said in a fastened pace. “We can’t trust rogues. They’re rats.”
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 8, 2019 18:16:44 GMT -5
"You weren't a rat." Haysun comments "And plenty of other's weren't rats. Spottedowl, Henfeather and I, many more of us. I know that not every rogue or cat is good but I'd like to think most are." the tom sort of rambled on for a second before he stopped and took in a breath or two.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 21:21:35 GMT -5
“That’s a flaw you have Haysun.” Ravenstep said in a deep breath, “You can’t trust everyone. I remember thinking how naive you cats were when you helped me.” He shook his head with a weak smile, “Why would you help a cat covered in scars, open gashes and blood that’s not even his own? Were you on catnip?”
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 8, 2019 22:00:59 GMT -5
Haysun lets out a deep rumble of a laugh "No, I was raised to be kind to those who are even held in the shadows at times. Sunflower believed there was still good within her sister and that Shadow had been lost in her ways." he sighed. "You needed help and it wouldn't have been right to leave you to die and perhaps my kindness is a flaw but it hasn't killed me yet." the tome half-joked.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 22:14:18 GMT -5
“Even if kindness got you killed, you’d still have eight more. And you wouldn’t change at all.” Ravenstep said with a weak curl of his lips, “You’d be an awful city cat. Confusing too.”
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 8, 2019 23:15:07 GMT -5
"I can't deny that. I may be big and tall but I'm too soft for that city life you once led." he smiles, resting his head along his paws as they watched the cats move throughout the dens and camp below.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 23:23:12 GMT -5
“There was always that one cat who’d try to solve problems with conversation. Those poor saps we’re always the first to get eaten alive.” Ravenstep smirked as he watched the clan from below, he watched Gracklefur return with feed for the chickens and the apprentices heading out with their mentors. He stopped his gaze at the nursery, “The nursery’s been empty for some time now.” He said, wanting to change the grim subject to something lighter. “Maybe we can find Henfeather a good mate? Or some poor tom to handle Chickenscratch?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 1:01:32 GMT -5
Chickenscratch laid on her back, viewing the world upside down as Fawnpaw came. She barely gave her a glance before she looked on towards the forest, “Thinkin’ about the days I use to go huntin’ in those woods. Foxkick and I use to go together when we were younger.” She gave a small frown, “She doesn’t care for the forest anymore, she’s too busy stealing from coops.” She rolled onto her paws and stood up tall, “Have you ever been into the woods?” Her eyes lit up, “Even if you have, wanna come with me? Maybe we can find a deer! Or a fawn even! Come on, don’t you want to see the animal you’re named after?” She purred excitedly, hardly giving the apprentice a chance to speak
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