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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Feb 7, 2019 17:54:23 GMT -5
i'm not picky
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Feb 7, 2019 18:22:35 GMT -5
Oof i'm going to reply once i have all responses c: |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Feb 7, 2019 18:23:13 GMT -5
SHOOT I FORGOT TUNDRA'S RESPONSE TO NEWT |
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Post by Elmosolyodik on Feb 7, 2019 18:26:35 GMT -5
(Hey, would anyone like to rp?)
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Post by Elmosolyodik on Feb 7, 2019 21:51:03 GMT -5
(Starters, woo!)
In the clan's cave camp, where the warmest air on the mountain peak was pooled and supplied by the warm bodies that lived in it, Flurrywhisker moped loudly to himself, with his long neck bent down, his face pointed a little forward and crying without tears in a very ugly expression. His fluffy leaf-bare coat was growing in over his already thick fur and was patchy and dirty, like he hadn't touched it in a few sunrises. Usually he was out, trying to show off and get attention, or complaining about the lack of prey, but even though he was known to be very dramatic this seemed a little bit much even for him. Somewhere deep down he was genuinely devastated, but would never be able to express why or how. They had lost many cats in the flood, what felt like too many to count, but the one that had hit him the most was his best, and maybe only friend. This thought seemed to just bring a new bout of grief rolling over the tall grey tom and he started up sobbing again.
Grousefur meanwhile lolled about, inspecting the water stains stretching up the cavern walls, as well as how they had become after the flood, before draining out or freezing over in a thin sheet and in crisp pools because of the weather (which was in a way that only Summitclan cats could detect, warmer than usual). She heaved a mighty, quiet sigh, trying to shake out the odd prickling sensation in her fur that the mood of the clan was bringing her. She was never very good at understanding emotions and feelings the same way as others, and recent events made keeping up with it all harder, along with her unreliable memory. Unusual for her lineage, she also had noticeably less fur, although very scruffy, and felt very chilly as usual. Maybe someone would like to share tongues with me? She wondered, easily eyeing up some of the biggest cats in camp and twitching her nose curiously. Stretching her slightly 'chubby' body with a tiny tremble, the tabby she-cat approached whoever was in her general line of sight with a quiet purr, her yellow irises appearing glowing through contently squinted eyes. "Hi." She rumbled, unsure if she actually knew who she was talking to, she didn't really remember.
! I'm good with who ever, I already had some starters up for anyone to reply to so here ya go ^^) |
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rat
don't hold me accountable for any characters i created when i was 16
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Post by rat on Feb 8, 2019 4:50:06 GMT -5
Dapplesky had never gotten to know Flurrywhisker enough to really like him. In fact, she'd always thought he was a little too loud in most situations, but now she was truly concerned for him. The tom that had once turned heads at every opportunity was now reduced to a sobbing mess. The grey she-cat padded lightly over to him, taking in the sorry sight. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days, or cleaned, for that matter, but she restrained from expressing her distaste. What mattered now was getting him out of this slump. She usually was told she had a soothing effect on people, but she hadn't handled a cat like this before. "Flurrywhisker?" Her voice was soft, not wanting to startle him in the likely event he hadn't yet noticed her presence.
I'll probably write a little less than that usually, my starters pretty much always differ from the rest of my posts)
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Post by hollyfrost on Feb 9, 2019 4:55:32 GMT -5
Whisppaw had survived the flood. The terrible water that had flowed into their cave to snuff out the lives of many cats had spared him miraculously. Yet now his clan was in terrible danger from starvation. With leaffall in full swing and leafbare soon upon them. How many more cats would succumb to the shortage of prey or sickness. It made apprehension twist in his gut. His paws carried him through the cave entrence and In to camp. In his jaws he carried a single scrawny wet mouse. It had hardly been a good kill the creature was already half drowned when he had found it. Though any morsel they could get wouldn't be refused. He ignored the hunger in his own belly. The tantalizing taste of the mouses blood on his tongue. He would drop it in the almost non existent freash kill pile. Giving the pile a longinglook he would pad away leaving the good for his clanmates.
Spot lay currled up on a high rock. Warming her long sleek silver-white black and dark grey pelt in a bit of sunlight. Though the cold damp from the rock seemed to contradict the warmth she was leeching from the suns rays. She wondered if any of the other loners and rogues were out today she fancyed a bit of company. She stood to her paws and gave a long stretch. Her claws scraping against the stone as she did so.
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𝒳𝒶𝓎𝒶𝒽 ♥
"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵."
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Post by 𝒳𝒶𝓎𝒶𝒽 ♥ on Feb 9, 2019 22:24:26 GMT -5
( 𝒳𝒶𝓎𝒶𝒽 ♥ Congrats on getting the queen!)
- Snowdrift - Snowdrift's tail tip flicked across the snow. "You understand, then? I just feel so conflicted about... about it all. Whether we should stay in the mountains, the flood... I haven't felt this way before." She sighed, looking around at the snow around her. "We've adapted, but that doesn't mean we're invincible. What will it take to wipe us all out? The flood's already almost destroyed us. No one will..." She took a deep breath. "Will know we've ever been here." Her tail flicked over the freeze around her. "It scares me. I don't want to be forgotten."
She flicked her ear. "Gosh, I'm sorry. I just needed to vent. I'm sure things will be fine." She turned to the mountains around her. She tried smelling for prey again. "Anything to get the apprentices to train, hah." She looked at the higher peaks. "We should probably split up, the kits need to eat." She shifted her head. "Maybe one of us can go higher and one lower? Then we can see if we can track any prey from any height."
- Harepaw - Harepaw's eyes widened at Avalanche's laugh and she began chuckling again. It must've been contagious. She nodded. "I knew it would be a good idea." She half-grinned while she listened to his idea. Something to do, to plan, at last. "Yeah, sounds good. I can distract Newtspeck if he wanders by the den while you're gone." She erupted in her best mock wail, "Newtspeck! My paw! My tail! My head! Ooohh, I'm dying!..." She slumped over onto her side. She got up, shaking specks of moss out of her pelt. "Sound good? Probably not that dramatic, though."
"I think now would be a good time. I just have to make sure no one heard us planning." She poked her head outside the apprentice den, the frigid air stinging her eyes. She looked around, but truth be told she wasn't being that observant. She poked her head back in, shrugging. "I don't think anyone is. What types of gems should we get?" She chattered, excitement coursing through her for the first time since the flood.
"You don't need to worry, Snowdrift," she assured the she-cat. "Everyone vents sometimes. Just know that we won't be forgotten. We've left a mark on these mountains that will forever stay."
"I could go higher," Crystalfeather suggested. "I thought I saw something scurry by earlier; it was higher, perhaps on a ledge. There are also some dips in these mountains, I could scout around." She perked her ears, once again, starting to climb various ledges and rocks that jutted out from the mountainside.
"Nothing so far," she called down. "I can keep looking. Could you keep heading down the trail. Maybe we could meet up at the beginning of the trail before sundown?" Crystalfeather smiled at her clanmate.
-- Avalanchepaw "That's a perfect impression of a sick cat," Avalanchepaw chuckled. "Exactly what I would act like if I went to Newtspeck for help. In my opinion." He flashed an amused smile at Harepaw before thinking about what type of gems he should take for the kits.
"Well, it should be gems that could be put back easily. If we're going to put them by the nursery, it should be a type of gem that grows in clusters. There are a lot by the Ice Pool, and ones that lead up to it. What about some loose sapphires?" Although Avalanchepaw couldn't imagine finding sapphires that were just loosely found in the ground, it was worth a try. His shoulders tensed.
"You think it'll cheer up the kits, at least a little?" |
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Post by Elmosolyodik on Feb 10, 2019 1:18:51 GMT -5
Dapplesky had never gotten to know Flurrywhisker enough to really like him. In fact, she'd always thought he was a little too loud in most situations, but now she was truly concerned for him. The tom that had once turned heads at every opportunity was now reduced to a sobbing mess. The grey she-cat padded lightly over to him, taking in the sorry sight. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days, or cleaned, for that matter, but she restrained from expressing her distaste. What mattered now was getting him out of this slump. She usually was told she had a soothing effect on people, but she hadn't handled a cat like this before. "Flurrywhisker?" Her voice was soft, not wanting to startle him in the likely event he hadn't yet noticed her presence. I'll probably write a little less than that usually, my starters pretty much always differ from the rest of my posts) sO sO SO sorry for the late reply! I've been in a bit of a funk myself lately and finally got out of it, pretty ironic lol and that's pretty normal, I don't mind)
Flurrywhisker sniffed loudly, looking up at Dapplesky awkwardly with emotional eyes, and seemed to quiet down now that he was in the- well, closer, presence of another cat. "O-Oh, hey Dapplesky." He croaked sheepishly, shifting to the side if the she-cat wanted to sit down, wrapping his tail tightly around his paws. She and him were both the same age, born in the same moon, and trained as apprentices at the same time. She probably remembered how his best friend was with him a little more than others, since beyond the purposeful attention seeking specifically at that age, he had been the only one who seemed to properly get along with him. Sitting here with his fellow warrior and the mixture of pitiful and distasteful expressions cast at him, he realized without that cat in his life how much this sort of behaviour now truly isolated him. He frowned deeper and shrunk in on himself. "Sorry you have to see me like this, how, er, are you? Anything not boring happen lately?"
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Post by hollyfrost on Feb 11, 2019 12:03:34 GMT -5
Whisppaw had survived the flood. The terrible water that had flowed into their cave to snuff out the lives of many cats had spared him miraculously. Yet now his clan was in terrible danger from starvation. With leaffall in full swing and leafbare soon upon them. How many more cats would succumb to the shortage of prey or sickness. It made apprehension twist in his gut. His paws carried him through the cave entrence and In to camp. In his jaws he carried a single scrawny wet mouse. It had hardly been a good kill the creature was already half drowned when he had found it. Though any morsel they could get wouldn't be refused. He ignored the hunger in his own belly. The tantalizing taste of the mouses blood on his tongue. He would drop it in the almost non existent freash kill pile. Giving the pile a longinglook he would pad away leaving the good for his clanmates. Spot lay currled up on a high rock. Warming her long sleek silver-white black and dark grey pelt in a bit of sunlight. Though the cold damp from the rock seemed to contradict the warmth she was leeching from the suns rays. She wondered if any of the other loners and rogues were out today she fancyed a bit of company. She stood to her paws and gave a long stretch. Her claws scraping against the stone as she did so. Anyone want to roleplay? I have whisppaw and spot a rouge.) |
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𝒳𝒶𝓎𝒶𝒽 ♥
"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵."
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Post by 𝒳𝒶𝓎𝒶𝒽 ♥ on Feb 11, 2019 17:41:51 GMT -5
-- ooc
hey hollyfrost , i have ravenflight and hollydawn open to roleplay!
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Post by hollyfrost on Feb 11, 2019 17:42:35 GMT -5
-- ooc
hey hollyfrost, i have ravenflight and hollydawn open to roleplay!/font] Either would be fine with me.) |
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𝒳𝒶𝓎𝒶𝒽 ♥
"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵."
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Post by 𝒳𝒶𝓎𝒶𝒽 ♥ on Feb 12, 2019 17:58:21 GMT -5
Whisppaw had survived the flood. The terrible water that had flowed into their cave to snuff out the lives of many cats had spared him miraculously. Yet now his clan was in terrible danger from starvation. With leaffall in full swing and leafbare soon upon them. How many more cats would succumb to the shortage of prey or sickness. It made apprehension twist in his gut. His paws carried him through the cave entrence and In to camp. In his jaws he carried a single scrawny wet mouse. It had hardly been a good kill the creature was already half drowned when he had found it. Though any morsel they could get wouldn't be refused. He ignored the hunger in his own belly. The tantalizing taste of the mouses blood on his tongue. He would drop it in the almost non existent freash kill pile. Giving the pile a longinglook he would pad away leaving the good for his clanmates. Spot lay currled up on a high rock. Warming her long sleek silver-white black and dark grey pelt in a bit of sunlight. Though the cold damp from the rock seemed to contradict the warmth she was leeching from the suns rays. She wondered if any of the other loners and rogues were out today she fancyed a bit of company. She stood to her paws and gave a long stretch. Her claws scraping against the stone as she did so. Anyone want to roleplay? I have whisppaw and spot a rouge.)
"Hey, Whisppaw," Ravenflight called over his mouse-filled mouth, "would you like to share this with me? If we don't finish, I'll offer Crystalfeather some, or perhaps Hollydawn since her sister has gone out to hunt. We need to ration our prey as much as possible." He tried to sound friendly. Whisppaw looked sad, like most of the Clan, and seeing the apprentice's gaze on the fresh-kill pile, he also guessed that he was hungry. Even though all the warriors hadn't eaten yet, the apprentices needed to as well. Sure, the Clan's food was scarce, but that didn't mean everyone go hungry. Especially Hollydawn; Crystalfeather's sister concerned Ravenflight at times, rejecting prey and offering it to any other cats that might be hungry in the Clan. He shook off the thought and headed towards the area where the warriors' and apprentices' den met.
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Post by hollyfrost on Feb 13, 2019 10:29:34 GMT -5
Anyone want to roleplay? I have whisppaw and spot a rouge.)
"Hey, Whisppaw," Ravenflight called over his mouse-filled mouth, "would you like to share this with me? If we don't finish, I'll offer Crystalfeather some, or perhaps Hollydawn since her sister has gone out to hunt. We need to ration our prey as much as possible." He tried to sound friendly. Whisppaw looked sad, like most of the Clan, and seeing the apprentice's gaze on the fresh-kill pile, he also guessed that he was hungry. Even though all the warriors hadn't eaten yet, the apprentices needed to as well. Sure, the Clan's food was scarce, but that didn't mean everyone go hungry. Especially Hollydawn; Crystalfeather's sister concerned Ravenflight at times, rejecting prey and offering it to any other cats that might be hungry in the Clan. He shook off the thought and headed towards the area where the warriors' and apprentices' den met.
"I'll be over here," he said as he walked off.Whisppaw looked up at ravenflights call. The apprentices ears perked up a bit distracted from his thoughts for the time being. He would nod his head in acceptance of the warriors offer. His stomach grumbled at the thought of food. He got to his paws and padded after the warrior. Heading for the spot where the warriors den and his own the apprentices den conected. The apprentice would crouch down beside the warrior and the mouse that still held a bit of warmth in its body. His grey eyes looked to ravenflight with a sad look." Do you think the clan will make it out of this okay." He asked |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2019 19:59:42 GMT -5
. Snowdrift . Snowdrift smiled slightly, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm sure you're right." She still sighed, though. "I'm sure I'll feel better once we catch something." Snowdrift's tail curled around scattered rocks as she searched the lower trails. She smelt whiffs of prey, but she could tell it was hopeless to follow them. The scents were old and stale, probably from before the flood. Her heart began to sink steadily.
Her ears perked at clanmate's call. "Sounds like a good plan! Good luck, see you at sunfall!" She trotted off, eyes looking at her paws below her. The cold she was so familiar with began feeling like it was weighing her down, but she didn't complain.
(Should we timeskip?)
. Harepaw .
Harepaw gave a grin. "You think so? Can't say I've practiced much." She winked. "You know, apprentice duties are very important." Her grin widened, "What in the world would the elders do with frozen paws?" She snorted. "Anyway." She listened to the other apprentice talking about the gems. "If we time it right, Newtspeck may not even know they're gone. Especially with how many gems have to be in that cave. What, thousands? If only we could eat them." She laughed. "Would sapphire or quartz taste better? I'd imagine sapphire would taste like fish." She wrinkled her nose, "Ew."
"I agree. We need at least enough to be noticeable, too. They should be colorful." She thought for a moment. "From what I know, sapphires sound good." She frowned when Avalanchepaw talked about cheering up the kits and her voice became serious. "I'm sure it will, at least a little. Something has to, after all. I'm sure it will cheer up the queens, too." She glanced up at the roof of the den before speaking again. "Maybe the whole clan will forget about what's been happening, at least for a little bit." She smiled, again. "Who knows, after all? All I know is that I want to lick a sapphire now." She laughed at herself. "Should we start the plan? Newtspeck's distracted right now, if he's not finished hollering."
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Feb 13, 2019 21:00:28 GMT -5
Oof good evening everyone  ) |
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Post by Elmosolyodik on Feb 14, 2019 20:22:28 GMT -5
(HJASD Sorry for that long poof again, figured out the problem haha)
Flurrywhisker blinked his eyes clear, looking at her in clear hesitation. Weren't toms not supposed to cry, and not complain, and be good at their jobs, be quiet dutiful warriors? Well, he certainly wasn't most of those things, he then figured, and sighed loudly as her let his head lull to the side. "A-Actually, I think I'm good now..." He finally spoke after a while, weakly smiling to himself. "Ugh." The cloudy grey tom tilted his head back to look up at the sky, pinching his eyes closed in a moment of clarity. "I can't believe I just cried in the middle of camp."
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Feb 18, 2019 23:35:03 GMT -5
hey everyone! i just want to apologize for being so absent recently, and thank you all for your patience and help in trying to keep this alive. if you all would like we can continue on and truly get the plot started soon! |
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Feb 19, 2019 0:57:19 GMT -5
yes, i need newtspeck and tundrastar interaction |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Feb 21, 2019 19:56:43 GMT -5
alright, i do believe everyone is finally added! sorry it took so long guys |
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Post by hollyfrost on Feb 22, 2019 1:22:28 GMT -5
Yay I'm ready!!!!)
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Post by hollyfrost on Feb 22, 2019 6:35:38 GMT -5
Anyone wanna rp?)
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ghost.
haha edgy characters go brrrr
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Post by ghost. on Feb 22, 2019 21:09:31 GMT -5
snowrush gave a slightly exasperated sigh as she returned to camp, though given that she was holding a rabbit in her jaws it sounded more like "hmfwafa". the fresh-kill pile was still alarmingly low, and half of the clan was just...milling around with no clear direction. sure, it was harsh of her to be fed up with her mourning clanmates, but the pale warrior rarely gave much thought to niceties. the scrawny rabbit that had taken her the whole morning to track would barely feed one cat, and half the clan hadn't eaten in days because of the flood. it would only make things worse if more cats dropped dead.
it wasn't that she didn't feel sympathy- her heart twisted awkwardly when she say flurrywhisker with his head bowed, shaking with unshed tears- but she couldn't empathize with loss. no siblings she could have been close to, little parental attention or attachment, no especially close friends. sure, she had friends- she was naturally fairly outgoing- but the interactions she had weren't very deep or meaningful.
of course, the molly wasn't ruminating on any of this as she maneuvered across the snowdrifts, merely wondering where she'd go to find prey next. maybe one of the other warriors was going out already- she might have better luck hunting with a partner.
grisou's ear twitched irritably as he looked for an opportunity to pounce at the nuthatch pecking at the ground a meter or so away. after the warmth of the last few moons, prey had been unreasonably hard to come by; even more so than it usually was in the cold season. well, he assumed it was usually hard to come by in the cold season, but this was the first one he'd experienced since they'd left the housefolk.
"and if this one continues on for too long", he thought wryly, "i won't live to see the next."
dark as his thoughts had turned as of late, it was a pragmatic concern. his tar- black coat was far from ideal when trying to catch prey in the snow, and he knew nothing of how to survive except what he'd gleaned for himself. dizziness was already catching up to him- he couldn't remember when he'd last eaten- and there was a limited amount of time before he wouldn't be able to hunt at all, whether due to scarcity of prey or exhaustion.
speaking of prey, a faint screech- he couldn't tell what it was from- reverberated through the area, and the little gray and white bird skittered away from the source, thankfully not doing anything more than a couple flutter-hops before settling down again. it was so close he could hear the clicking of it's beak as it foraged.
now or never. he coiled for a jump, muscles aching from being forced taut.
((hope these are alright. c: )) |
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