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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Feb 8, 2019 17:07:57 GMT -5
Wow, crazy. My school doesn’t get cancelled, it was like -50 c here and we still went to school lol, Canada is colddddd.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2019 15:16:53 GMT -5
(Long reply, haha. Sorry!)
Whitefoot sighed in relief, quickly padding off. He watched over his shoulder as Sormonfur dashed off and broke into a run. He would get there soon, hide himself in a tangle of plants, and talk to starclan. He repeated the simple steps in his head, he couldn't change his mind now. Soon Sormonfur would be back and he wouldn't be able to explain just sitting around the pool. If he made it, all he needed was a little luck not to be seen by any cat. How would he explain if he was seen? Medicine cats didn't exactly lie to their clan then sleep in the middle of the day for something that wasn't important. His feet slid across the ground as he tried to turn himself in his rush, narrowly dodging a cactus. Just repeat the steps, he told himself. He already started debating whether he should turn back in his head.
Soon the sand turned into stunted, scraggly plants. He watched as the undergrowth became more lush and lively as he neared the large pool. He made it. He listened to birds singing and seemed sweet plants blooming around him. He walked to the edge of the pool, staring at his reflection. His gold eyes looked back at him.
Now, the second step. He looked for something he could hide in. He saw a patch of tall grass and lodged himself in it, trying to get comfortable. Now, the third step. He dipped his paws into the pool, soon he would fall asleep. He laid his head on his paws. But he couldn't fall asleep. Why couldn't he? He needed to talk to Starclan soon, but felt restless. He should've been asleep by now. He saw the pool's effects on the past medicine cats. But he couldn't fall asleep. What was going on? His heart started pumping as fear prickled his whiskers.
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decmbermoon
Hi I'm looking for a roleplay group/Clan with. Does anybody having any openings?
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Post by decmbermoon on Feb 9, 2019 22:29:19 GMT -5
Agavepaw squirmed under Ghostpaw's tongue "Ow thats hurts more than the wounds." She snapped. She turned to her littermate and started to pull the spines from his coat. "I just killed an Egale isn't that cool!" Agavepaw gloated. She knew that she didn't kill it alone but she still was ecstatic.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 10, 2019 2:15:04 GMT -5
"I had weakened it severely," Thornpaw stated matter-of-factly. "It was just luck. Are you okay, Ghostpaw?" She immediately turned to the tom, her eyes dull with worry. "Out of all places, a cactus." She muttered under her breath as she gently picked a few of the spines from his fur.
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Post by Dingo on Feb 10, 2019 6:31:21 GMT -5
Ghostpaw His kicking became tougher at Thornpaw’s reply, and he dug his claws into the ground to stop himself from jumping at her in annoyance. He turned his nose away at the she-cats, wincing as the spines were plucked from his pelt.
“Well, I’d be okay if you hadn’t decided that you needed to be the hero and jump out to save me when I didn’t need saving!” He snorted, though he was somewhat softer this time.
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Feb 10, 2019 9:30:00 GMT -5
Hi! I have all my cats open I think.)
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 10, 2019 11:37:50 GMT -5
"No, you wouldn't, because eagle's talons can slip through the spines, and they don't care if a few spines prick their feathers. Maybe, if you listened to your mentor, you would know these things." Thornpaw trotted off.
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decmbermoon
Hi I'm looking for a roleplay group/Clan with. Does anybody having any openings?
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Post by decmbermoon on Feb 10, 2019 16:58:32 GMT -5
Agavepaw spat a spine to the ground "We should get back I think we should see Whitefoot also this eagle should feed the clan for moons" she spoke the pain was obvious in her voice. Wincing she began to walk back to camp. Dragging the eagle along with her she spoke to her littermate "Come on Ghostpaw let's show mom and dad the eagle we got!"
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Post by Dingo on Feb 10, 2019 22:27:22 GMT -5
Ghostpaw And maybe if you weren’t such a snobby know it all... Ghostpaw stuck his tongue out at Thornpaw as she left. He was hidden quite happily in the bushes and cactus, his pale pelt blending in well enough. Much better than it would into sand at least.
“Thornpaw’s a sandhead.” He murmured to Agavepaw matter of factly, careful to keep his voice down for only his littermate. He could feel where some of the spines has snapped and were still inside, poking into his muscles painfully.
“Stupid eagle, stupid Thornpaw. If I were an eagle I wouldn’t like my feet to be stabbed by cactus spines or prickly bushes! There was no way this stupid thing could have got me through the bush! I barely got in and out of the bush!” Ghostpaw swatted at the eagle’s tail, clawing out a pawful of feathers. Reluctantly, he picked up one of the wings and leaned against Agavepaw, partly to support her and partly because his own body ached and was full of sharp spines. He was having second thoughts about seeing Winecupstar and Sormonfur though - their mother would probably just scold him for being so foolish and reckless. Ghostpaw let out a noise of annoyance, head slouched low as he trudged along.
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decmbermoon
Hi I'm looking for a roleplay group/Clan with. Does anybody having any openings?
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Post by decmbermoon on Feb 11, 2019 21:46:34 GMT -5
Agavepaw supported her littermate as they made their way back to camp. She knew her parents would be upset that she had fought an eagle and let her brother get hurt. She was ready for scolding by Whitefoot for being reckless. "Thornpaws not that bad" she mumbled around the wing in her mouth. "She just worried about you. Also, I think you guys butt heads so much is because you guys like each other." She stated matter a factly. Agavepaw looked up and saw the camp entrance to the camp. "Anyways we are hear." She dragged the eagle to the middle of camp and set her half down "I'm going to find Whitefoot" she could feel the blood drying on her fur. Pain was radiating in shoulder where the eagles talons had scratched her.
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Post by Dingo on Feb 12, 2019 9:35:57 GMT -5
Ghostpaw & Winecupstar I do NOT like Thornpaw! He huffed in annoyance, turning his glare away from Agavepaw, his steps becoming heavier as he obviously sulked. He followed his littermate wordlessly, giving no more than a grunt of effort as they lugged the bird into place.
Their arrival, or rather return, had not gone unnoticed. The unmistakeable lean brown shape of their mother flashed from her usual vantage point, effortlessly crossing the camp at an incredible speed.
“And where have you two been? And did you seriously think it was a good idea to fight an eagle? No, Ghostpaw, don’t try and pass it off, I can smell it all over you two, honestly! And Ghostpaw, you’re covered in spines! Whitefoot’s out right now, but you’re going into his den and staying there until he comes back - don’t argue with me! Come on, move it!” Winecupstar spoke with her usual authority which commanded respect from even the crankiest elder, yet there was still a look of wild concern for her kits’ safety in her eyes. The lean molly sharply pushed her kits forward, ushering them to Whitefoot’s den. It wouldn’t be too hard to find cobwebs and at least patch up the bleeding.
“I can smell Thornpaw on you too, where is she?” The leader asked firmly, a slight frown on her face as she looked to Agavepaw. These two weren’t worried, so Thornpaw couldn’t have been hurt. At least, not while they were presumably together. An apprentice wandering around alone was a concern, though.
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Post by Meep on Feb 12, 2019 19:07:19 GMT -5
Hi can I claim Paddlepaw and Goldencloud?))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 12, 2019 20:37:34 GMT -5
(Yes you may!)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2019 18:48:12 GMT -5
(Do you want me to post a reply w/ Whitefoot Dingo ?)
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Feb 13, 2019 19:39:52 GMT -5
I have most of my cats open. I think.))
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Post by Meep on Feb 13, 2019 20:22:05 GMT -5
Paddlepaw eyes strained as he picked through the moss lost in a train of thought. However, it would soon be interrupted by the sound of cranky elders getting rather impatient. As he was passing by, he had spotted his litter mates familiar pelts slipping away into the medicine den. With a content sigh, he entered the elder den, grateful he had chosen to stay in camp then to wound up in some trouble.
I'll rp with you fishy))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 13, 2019 23:29:46 GMT -5
Sormonfur ended up catching Whitefoot's scent getting closer. He bounded towards the oasis with the precious herbs he was carrying, careful not to sneeze. He stood out like a fox on the barren desert, but he didn't care as he trod gingerly on the rough path leading to the glistening turquoise water below. "Whitefoot!" He called, his eyes trained on the tom. "I found the herbs! Ooh, are you going to speak with Starclan? Do you... want me to go away?" He hesitated with the last words, because he really wanted to see what happened at the Star Oasis, which was what Sormonfur called it. He put the herbs down, thinking. I could spy on him while he sleeps down here. Maybe I'll see Starclan myself!
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 13, 2019 23:34:57 GMT -5
Tumblekit rolled out of the Nursery, his tail high and his face smug. He was so happy of his little achievement, that he ran over to Goldencloud, who happened to be near by. "I just caught a beetle!" He blurted to her, his eyes glowing with excitement. "Isn't that so cool? I'll be the best hunter in the clan!" He bounced around, purring and laughing. It was cute.
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Post by Dingo on Feb 14, 2019 3:11:49 GMT -5
(@terrariumsnail nah all good, he’s out and about so no fuss over it. Winecupstar’s probably spent enough time in there to at least be able to recognise basic herbs and find cobwebs c: )
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Post by Meep on Feb 14, 2019 7:52:58 GMT -5
Goldencloud was in the middle of the clearing gobbling down a lizard when she felt a bundle of fur bump into her.She gave a dramatic yelp looking around to only see Tumblekit. Her whiskers twitched in amusement at the kit's exicitment.She brought her face closer to examine the beetle,"Oh we have a mighty hunter in the clan!"
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decmbermoon
Hi I'm looking for a roleplay group/Clan with. Does anybody having any openings?
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Post by decmbermoon on Feb 14, 2019 13:06:03 GMT -5
Agavepaw sat uncomfortably in Whitefoots den. She knew mom would be upset about the eagle and Thornpaws but she didnt think she would be this fussy. " Thornpaw and Ghostpaw got in a fight after she and I took down the eagle. Ghostpaw went into a cactus instead of burying him in sand and so Thornpaw yelled at him then Ghostpaw snapped back at her. Then Thornpaw walked off. I don't know where she went. " Agavepaw let out a sigh as she finished her retailing of the story. She quickly looked down at the ground shame washing over her. She should've gone after Thornpaw to make sure she was ok. "But hey I took down an eagle isn't that cool?" She asked hoping that her mother would at least give her some praise for that.
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Post by Dingo on Feb 14, 2019 19:35:36 GMT -5
Ghostpaw & Winecupstar Winecupstar’s expression only hardened as Agavepaw recounted their little adventure. That would explain Ghosrpaw’s spine riddled pelt - no cat would willingly just run into a cactus. She stared at the pair through narrowed eyes for a few seconds after they fell silent, then leaned forward and touched her nose to Agavepaw’s.
“Yes, it is quite the catch for an apprentice, I just wish you’d had an experienced warrior to show you the best way to take one down without getting hurt.” She murmured, purring softly. She was glad her kits were safe, but she’d have to go looking for Thornpaw if she didn’t return soon.
“It wasn’t just a cactus though...” Ghostpaw said meekly, scuffing his paws in the sand. Winecupstar turned an incredulous look on him, though she seemed interested. “There were bushes, and my pale fur can blend into the bushes better than it can the ground. Plus, I...uh...being buried is wrong!” His voice shook as he imagined sand all around him, pressing down, stopping him from breathing. The tom’s fur bushed out and his tail stiffened, not even comforted by his mother giving him a loving muzzle and curling her tail over his back.
“All cats will find their own ways of hiding that work. Let’s just hope that eagles might think twice for a little while after this. I’m sure there’s aloe or at least cobwebs in here for you...” Winecupstar frowned, turning to Whitefoot’s herb stores. She’d been in here plenty of times for scratches and cuts, and everyone knew what cobwebs were.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 14, 2019 19:39:15 GMT -5
( 𝔾𝕒𝕪 𝕆𝕣𝕖𝕠 Yes you may! If any apprentices are open, or if you want to make Oasiskit the future med cat apprentice, you can! I can make one if you want, if otherwise.)
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Feb 14, 2019 19:43:19 GMT -5
Hey! I have all my cats open!)
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Post by ❧ƬнєƁℓυєƇαт on Feb 14, 2019 20:01:36 GMT -5
if i'm correct in seeing this, is Barrelear still open? the layout is a little hard to read lol ))
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2019 20:06:42 GMT -5
(Sounds good, Dingo!)
Whitefoot was yanked out of his dreamless thoughts. He suddenly poked his head over the green fronds he nestled himself into. "Sormonfur?" He called, getting up. "You brought the herbs?" His eyes narrowed, this was the least of his worries. "Yes, why else would I be lying here? You could've interrupted me from an important dream, you know." Or interrupted him when he was moments from falling asleep, but he bit his tongue. He'd talk to Starclan eventually. They have to talk to the medicine cat, right?
His tail flicked anxiously over the plants around him. "Yes, please. You shouldn't of interrupted me in the first place." He looked to the calm, glittering pond. "Now, shoo. Bring the herbs to my den." He let out a quiet hiss, trotting out from his hiding place. "I'll be back soon, I'm sure. I could've already be done by now..." He trailed off, padding to another spot and lying down. He dipped his front paws in the pool, like his mentor always nagged him to do. After a while he laid his head on his paws, but his eyes didn't close. He took a deep sigh, staring at the waters rolling in front of him.
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Post by Meep on Feb 14, 2019 20:42:45 GMT -5
Paddlepaw swiftly rearranged the nests tossing the old bedding to the side to be scrapped. He nosed through the nests, making sure there was no sign of thorns or critters. Once done, he padded over to Gingerfoot to fix her nest. He gently prodded her,"Mind if I change your nest?"
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