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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 14, 2019 18:15:17 GMT -5
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ghost.
haha edgy characters go brrrr
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Post by ghost. on Jan 14, 2019 20:41:09 GMT -5
the camp had a distinctly uneasy air to it that mossblaze could pick up on before he entered the camp- the bitter, acrid cloud of sickness that had loomed over the clan for moons, the fear-scent of cats clumped together, and some nameless dread building in the pit of his chest from all these factors combined. heart quickening, the black-furred warrior hurried into camp, jaws unconsciously clamping down on the prey he held to lukewarm blood from the limp creature. entering the hollow, his fears weren't immediately confirmed- though a few cats were poking their heads out of their dens, nothing immediately stood out. of course, it smelled like disease and the strong, aromatic herbs used to ineffectual!y block the stench, but there weren't any bodies in the center. maybe he was overreacting. they'd all been a little jumpy as of late- "W-what?!" the trembling voice was clear enough to cut through the camp's relative silence. vole dropped on the ground and forgotten, the bulky warrior ran up to the source of the noise, barging into the nursery. "hey, what happened-!" his words abruptly cut off as he stared at rosestar's limp form, her kits mewling and kneading against her stomach to no response. words utterly failed him, only a few noises, more bewildered than annoyed, escaping his muzzle. what? what? how could this happen? "this...this couldn't be her last life already...right?" he said to nobody in particular. sure, the sickness was dangerous, but rosestar wasn't an elder or anything! she'd been young, she had newborn kits! the young warrior barely noticed the other cats having stirred from their dens, too focused on trying to process the fact that apparently their leader was dead. at the medicine cat's questioning, mossblaze turned his broad head to look at meadowthorn, but immediately backed away as he realized someone who'd only been a warrior for a handful of moons probably shouldn't be butting into whatever decision they were gonna make. he-he could deal with this as long as they made a decision. he wasn't one for pondering or planning- he needed instructions, a task, something, anything to do.
((hope this is alright, mossblaze is supposed to come off as kinda inconsiderate and brash- he means well, but he's young and headstrong and all that.)) ((is it fine if I put 1-2 more characters in eventually, or nah?))
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 14, 2019 20:57:43 GMT -5
Meadowthorn blinked slowly as she turned to gaze at Mossblaze. Empty. That was the only word to perfectly describe how her eyes looked. Completely empty. If it wasn't for the shine of tears that were beginning to brew in them, one would say she was taking this far too calmly. But she wasn't. Vaguely, the she-cat recognized him backing off and slightly away from herself and the medicine cat. The golden she-cat turned to the medicine cat as she, too, shook her head in shock of it all, not fully understanding how this leader died. It was true, Rosestar had taken more risks and had lost quite a few lives but even then! Meadowthorn didn't think that she would loose them all so suddenly. Tears finally broke down her face as she gazed back at the medicine cat, wanting answers. What could have happened? "Please," she whispered to the medicine cat. "Please...just tell me there is some good news. Something...anything...too keep me - the clan - from breaking." It took all her strength to keep standing. What were they going to do?
(Hello! I loved his reply! And his reaction afterwards was like "Oops! Maybe I should just go over here?" And yeah! Go ahead! I'm just waiting for more people before I do another character.)
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Heterosexual
↢Mօօղցlმძε↣
*finger guns*
Pronouns: She/Her/Moon(glade)
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Post by ↢Mօօղցlმძε↣ on Jan 14, 2019 21:30:43 GMT -5
Emberglow hadn't been informed of the quickly spreading news, oblivious as the tom usually was to such a thing. He emerged slowly from the warrior's den, his ears flattening as he quickly sensed the thick unease and fear in the air. The warrior hadn't been infected by the curious illness, and he hoped to remain that way. Danger? Was there an attack? Who's hurt...? the conclusions and guesses fluttered through his mind, uncertainty filling him. The bicolor warrior slowly stalked towards the nearest clanmate, not taking a single second to recognize the cat before speaking. "What's going on?" he mumbled softly, eyes sharp as he scanned the camp for any threats. I can't keep missing things like this...
{Hey there! I hope this is an okay starter, I love the plot so far!}
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 14, 2019 22:01:07 GMT -5
(Welcome, Moon! I might wait for one more person to create a second character. Btw, the position for the medicine cat is still open! As are Rosestar's kits [and how many she had].)
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Heterosexual
↢Mօօղցlმძε↣
*finger guns*
Pronouns: She/Her/Moon(glade)
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Post by ↢Mօօղցlმძε↣ on Jan 14, 2019 22:03:14 GMT -5
{I'd be ecstatic to fill the medicine cat role, if you'd have me! I have a character that might work well. I may be willing to make a kit as well, I don't play one very often and it might be a nice change. Will do!^^}
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Non-binary
ghost.
haha edgy characters go brrrr
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Post by ghost. on Jan 14, 2019 23:43:56 GMT -5
((if you wouldn't mind, could i take one of her kits as well? ((wow, great wording.)) i have some half formed ideas.))
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 15, 2019 15:33:07 GMT -5
(Maybe just a kit for now, Moon? That way, someone else might jump in as a medicine cat. Brume, sounds good! I was thinking she had three kits so one more is still open!)
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Heterosexual
↢Mօօղցlმძε↣
*finger guns*
Pronouns: She/Her/Moon(glade)
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Post by ↢Mօօղցlმძε↣ on Jan 15, 2019 17:21:01 GMT -5
{Of course! Wouldn't want to prevent another from enjoying the role. I'd be completely happy to play a kit, did you have any preferences of genders, colors, name etc?}
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 15, 2019 22:29:34 GMT -5
(Well, I guess that would be up to you. I wanted to leave the genetic code mostly open. The only thing you have to keep in mind is that Meadowthorn [younger sister to Rosestar] is a golden tabby she-cat. So that would be up to how you see Rosestar and what you imagine the mate to be. I figured that Meadowthorn and the medicine cats could name the kits with the people that got them choosing three names that they liked.)
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Heterosexual
↢Mօօղցlმძε↣
*finger guns*
Pronouns: She/Her/Moon(glade)
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Post by ↢Mօօղցlმძε↣ on Jan 15, 2019 22:38:35 GMT -5
{Will do! I'll keep Meadowthorn's colors in mind, just for the sake of it, I already have a few ideas^^ Thank you! I'm heading offline now so I'll post in the morning if I come up with something. Goodnight }
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Jan 16, 2019 14:08:52 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 16, 2019 14:08:52 GMT -5
(Hello! I am here now!)
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Jan 17, 2019 15:47:15 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 17, 2019 15:47:15 GMT -5
(Bump! I'm going to throw in an apprentice. Seems right we have one right now.)
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Jan 17, 2019 19:06:26 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 17, 2019 19:06:26 GMT -5
Newtpaw stuck his head out of the den. Through the brightness of the morning, he could feel the overwhelming presence of sorrow and pain. Had another cat died? Did their deputy succumb to this strange sickness. Ears flat to his head, Newtpaw lowered himself to the ground. His eyes darted around camp till they landed on Meadowthorn standing shock still with the medicine cat. Newtpaw was too far away to tell what they were talking about, but he could see Mossblaze's look of complete shock as he back away. He wondered what could have happened to make them all so surprised. Please. Please don't tell me that all the sick cats are dead, he prayed to StarClan. Fearfully, Newtpaw let out an almost whisper-like meow. If you weren't nearby, you probably didn't hear it.
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Wildclan
Challenging. I'm not gonna say what. Just Challenging.
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Post by Wildclan on Jan 17, 2019 19:40:25 GMT -5
( Wildfire* - 🦉 may I take the Medicine cat?)
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Jan 17, 2019 20:46:33 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 17, 2019 20:46:33 GMT -5
(Sure! Sounds good to me! You can have the med cat be anything you like. Just let me know if you have questions.)
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Jan 18, 2019 14:31:14 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 18, 2019 14:31:14 GMT -5
Meadowthorn watched as Fallowbreeze just walk away. Her anger flared for a moment. Baring her teeth, the she-cat shouted to the retreating medicine cat, "Then do something for those that still need you!" Tears stung in her eyes as the medicine cat continued to leave, ignoring the fact she still had sick cats in her den and three kits without a mother. Breath catching in her throat, the golden she-cat padded slowly to the nursery. There, Rosestar lay with her kits nuzzled into her side. They were obviously trying to suckle. But there was no milk from their mother. She was gone. Meadowthorn let out a gasping sob as she reached out to slowly pull the kits away. Desperate, Meadowthorn looked around for someone to help. How would they care for these kits with no mother?
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Jan 22, 2019 15:52:19 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 22, 2019 15:52:19 GMT -5
(Bump)
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Post by Dingo on Jan 23, 2019 6:01:24 GMT -5
[Gonna go with two characters, idk if I need to give a brief description of them since I've never done jump in??? But have them anyway: Raggedlight; massive, fluffy tortoiseshell tom with brilliant blue eyes. A seasoned, well rounded warrior both skill wise and personality wise. Littermate of Shiverjump Shiverjump; fuzzy snowy white molly with a black tail and paws/eartips. Quiet and somewhat mysterious, but obviously a loyal cat. Littermate of Raggedlight, mate is [OPEN], kits are [OPEN, OPEN]
Been a while since I've done some decent roleplaying so I'm a bit rusty ^_^' ]
Raggedlight & Shiverjump Loud, excited mewls could be heard, marking the return of two of the clan's most experienced warriors - Raggedlight and Shiverjump. They pushed through the camp's defences effortlessly, though Shiverjump's two kits had burrs in their fur and small tufts missing; though whether that was from play or not was a mystery. Shiverjump, who had looked uncharacteristically cheerful, felt her belly drop as though it were a falling tree. Something was off. The air was tense, and the tang of death hung faintly in the air. Shiverjump herded her pair of kits together, murmuring something to Raggedlight, then left the three cats.
"Alright, I'm a big scary badger! ROARRR!" Raggedlight's voice cut through the air. Excited kit squeals met his voice as Shiverjump's kits pounced into Raggedlight's thick fur to fight off the 'badger'. Shiverjump stiffened as a very familiar scent mingled with the sour smell of death - Rosestar. Fear welling up in her, Shiverjump sprinted across the camp and burst into the nursery. Shock and horror were plastered on her face as she looked at the cats gathered around Rosestar's body.
"How..." The words caught in Shiverjump's throat. What could she say? Three helpless kits were desperately trying to suckle, but they would never feel the warmth of their mothers milk on their pink tongues. Grief and anger rose up in Shiverjump, pushing down the fear. No kit should be without a mother!
"They...they'll die without her." Shiverjump was a usually stoic cat, but this brought the beginnings of tears to her eyes, and her face twisted in grief. "Rosestar will never give them their names..." The queen quivered, though what emotion brought it on was uncertain. In a rare display, Shiverjump let her bushy tail rest on Meadowthorn's flank; a comforting gesture. The queen shuffled close to Meadowthorn. The clan had lost their leader, but Meadowthorn had lost a dear friend and her own family.
"The kits, they'll need a mother." Shiverjump said, turning to look at Meadowthorn expectantly, sympathy in her gaze. No queen could leave a kit to die - Shiverjump would feed them, raise them alongside her own two kits, if Meadowthorn would permit it. Her own kits were nearly a moon old - three quarters of a moon older than Rosestar's newborns - so she would have plenty of milk to go around, and the clan would ensure that their leader's kits were healthy, right?
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Jan 23, 2019 14:21:25 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 23, 2019 14:21:25 GMT -5
(Welcome Dingo! Thanks for jumping in! We are very relaxed so now worries!)
Meadowthorn looked up as Shiverjump was suddenly there in the nursery. The she-cat felt a new wave of emotion poor over her as the older warrior's eyes misted with tears. She had to look away. It was too much. However, she was pulled back when Shiverjump's tail brushed along her flank. As her words finally filtered through her ears, Meadowthorn's eyes grew wide. She was willing to raise the kits! All three of them! "Shiverjump...are-are you sure? It's a lot to handle." She asked, but her voice was full of relief. There was no doubt in her mind that the kits would be well taken care of. "If there is anything you or any of the kits need, please, just let me know. You will always have the juiciest piece of prey from the pile. And all the clean bedding you want." With a glance over to the kits, Meadowthorn quietly added, "And...I want you to name one."
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Jan 23, 2019 14:37:06 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 23, 2019 14:37:06 GMT -5
(Just now realized I didn't reply to Forestpaw! Oops! Wildclan , sorry!)
Newtpaw glanced up at Forestpaw from where he was crouched. "I-I'm not sure. I think something bad happened. And Fallowbreeze just left camp! You don't think something happened to the sick cats did you?" He asked nervously. Ears twitching, the young tom spotted Shiverjump, Raggedlight, and the she-cat's kits pad into camp. He watched as Shiverjump bounded to the nursery before that same look of pain crossed her face. Understanding rushed through the apprentice. "Forestpaw...I think something happened to Rosestar..."
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Transgender
darkpaw
Help after yaers of owning this acct I realized my brithday is wrong
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Post by darkpaw on Jan 23, 2019 15:57:38 GMT -5
(Hope ya don’t mind if I pop in Shadepaw-white Tom with orange and black splotches and green eyes)
Shadepaw felt the aura in camp, he saw the faces of his clanmates and he assumed the worst, the scent of death was filling the camp many were facing the nursery with concerned looks. Shadepaw overheard another cat’s conversation, “Rosestar......” he mumbled, his spirit sagged.
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Jan 23, 2019 17:17:55 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 23, 2019 17:17:55 GMT -5
Newtpaw heaved himself up and pressed into Shadepaw's side. The orange tom felt grief like never before just as a new fear gripped him. "Wait? Isn't the deputy still really sick? He's the new leader right? What are we going to do if he dies?" Newtpaw's fur suddenly began to bristle just lightly. He had no idea for the future. First the sickness now Rosestar's death? What next!
(Psst! The deputy still needs a name! When you name him, don't forget to describe his fur color and eye color so we can base the kits off of it.)
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Jan 23, 2019 17:37:49 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 23, 2019 17:37:49 GMT -5
Newtpaw shook his head. "I don't know. Does seniority mean they are qualified for the job? She might be the oldest warrior but that also means she's closer to being an elder." Newtpaw glanced around camp, looking for Forestfire. "Maybe StarClan will send a message? Maybe they can show us how to save our deputy and we won't have to worry."
(Note: Messages from StarClan are only to go to medicine cats. Fallowbreeze is currently the only medicine cat. And it shouldn't be an easy fix either.)
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Transgender
darkpaw
Help after yaers of owning this acct I realized my brithday is wrong
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Post by darkpaw on Jan 23, 2019 17:42:15 GMT -5
Shadepaw looked at the other apprentices “I hope Starclan helps, and I hope the best cat for the job becomes leader”
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Jan 23, 2019 21:01:10 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 23, 2019 21:01:10 GMT -5
Newtpaw could only nod in agreement. The orange tom looked around the camp to see others slowly move around, grief being shared between all. With another small noise, Newtpaw bowed his head. What would happen now? He looked up towards the warriors and wondered if one of them might be a leader. He wondered if the elders would choose. Or would one of them become the leader. Was it possible?
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Wildclan
Challenging. I'm not gonna say what. Just Challenging.
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Jan 23, 2019 21:04:10 GMT -5
Post by Wildclan on Jan 23, 2019 21:04:10 GMT -5
Newtpaw shook his head. "I don't know. Does seniority mean they are qualified for the job? She might be the oldest warrior but that also means she's closer to being an elder." Newtpaw glanced around camp, looking for Forestfire. "Maybe StarClan will send a message? Maybe they can show us how to save our deputy and we won't have to worry."
(Note: Messages from StarClan are only to go to medicine cats. Fallowbreeze is currently the only medicine cat. And it shouldn't be an easy fix either.) (I meant Fallowbreeze... my brain can't handle all if my Roleplays. I am so sorry) Wildfire* - 🦉 orestpaw looked at the two apprentices,"What'll happen to Rosestar's kits if she's gone? We have barely any queens and most kits are off milk, so what'll happen?"
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