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Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Feb 20, 2019 18:49:47 GMT -5
~Lilyfern - Camp - Leafstar(radiolizard)~
Lilyfern smiled as Leafstar got up to leave. "Thank you for visiting," She purred, ducking her head slightly as a goodbye, "It's always a pleasure, Leafstar." The Queen watched her Leader exit the den, before slowly pushing herself to her paws. The weight of her stomach below her was both uncomfortable and at the same time incredibly comforting. She padded her way carefully in the same direction as Leafstar, pushing out of the Nursery and glancing around Camp, smiling gently at the sight of her mate speaking with Ivorymoon. Deciding not to bother him, she took a few pawsteps and lay down in a patch of sunlight, beginning to purr as it gently warmed her pelt.~Snowpaw - Camp - @open~Snowpaw yawned widely as he woke from his nap, glancing around at how the Camp had changed since he fell asleep. He looked around, hoping to see his Mentor close by and brightening as he saw the she-cat talking with a couple of other cats. The young Apprentice was immediately awake, fluffy fur almost shaking with the excitement curling in his belly. Still, he didn't want to interrupt the friendly she-cat while she was talking, so he stretched and started wandering around Camp, sticking his nose into the various dens to see if anything needed doing.
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Post by โค Ivory โค on Feb 20, 2019 19:42:36 GMT -5
(Sorry for being inactive, everyone.)
Ivorymoon watched as the older cat approached, and sat up as he began to talk. "Fine." Ivorymoon flicked his ear dismissively. As the older cat continued on, Ivorymoon began to perk up. "Blackfeather?" Ivorymoon tilted his head questioningly. He began to chuckle as he spoke next, "That doesn't sound like you at all!" Ivorymoon continued to chuckle, until he realized he was behaving like an apprentice. "You're new name suits you well." Ivorymoon dipped his head politely.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 20, 2019 19:48:31 GMT -5
(No problem! A few times a week is all I need.)
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Post by โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑั on Feb 20, 2019 21:21:54 GMT -5
ngl i think i've been saying spruceleaf x.x look at us )) Dreamwhisper - Camp - dnacat "Isn't that the most charming thing about me?" Dreamwhisper questioned seemingly innocent in tone as he looked down at the drowsy tom. He rose a paw to bat at Spruceleap's ear playfully. "Don't fall asleep on me now, Spruceleap. Might just have to say you're just as lazy as I am. No one wants that." Dreamwhisper joked halfheartedly. Once he said so, his gaze flickered across the camp curiously. "Now...where is my apprentice, Spruceleap? Probably in for it if I don't do anything with him today."
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Post by graygoyle on Feb 21, 2019 2:01:15 GMT -5
Mothclaw & Firestream - Old Halfbridge - Blaze โก
Short of time and patience, Mothclaw dug his claws into the tender wood of the old bridge. Blue eyes blazing and nostrils flared, he reared his head at Firestream. "Fine, do what you want," he snapped. "I'm not your mentor anymore."
Firestream smirked smugly. "You're right."
"I hope you realize that you're nothing without me." Mothclaw turned away from the she-cats, glaring back at Firestream. "I made you, Firestream," he growled cryptically. "Don't forget that."
Rolling her amber eyes, Firestream seemed unbothered by the warrior's menacing, almost threatening, remark. She watched the golden brown tomcat stalk away towards the forest, beyond the Thunderpath. It was only until he completely vanished into the thicket that Firestream's muscles relaxed. She exhaled a loud sigh and rolled her shoulders, trying to stretch out her tension.
"Finally!" she exclaimed, exasperated. "I thought he'd never leave."
Reclining on the Old Halfbridge, Firestream smiled to herself as the sunlight soaked into her dark ginger fur. With Mothclaw gone, she could finally allow her mind and body to be at peace. Even as a warrior, she seemed unable to escape his overbearing influence. Screwing her eyes up to gaze at Sandcricket, she chuckled to herself.
"I owe you one." Rolling onto her back, Firestream smiled wider as the warmth hit her belly. "That guy is worse than a badger with a thorn in its paw. I mean, seriously! Like he actually 'made' me... Ha! Pathetic... what a loser." Her rant became more shrill the more she went on, her voice almost squeaking as she unveiled how offended she was. If Firestream rolled her eyes any more, they would fall to the back of her head. "You're lucky you didn't have a mentor like him. He practically acts like he owns me. Ugh!"
Allowing a brief moment of silence, Firestream watched a flock of birds fly by overhead. The rolling clouds seemed to lull her back to composure. She flicked her paw up at Sandcricket's chin. "So, what're you really doing out here?" It was probably best to change the subject... Anymore talk of Mothclaw and Firestream would go mad!
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Post by graygoyle on Feb 21, 2019 2:16:36 GMT -5
Blackscar - Camp - โค Ivory โค
Ivorymoon's politeness made Blackscar smirk. It was not often a new warrior acted so humble. TreeClan's got a good one! he thought. He only hoped the young tomcat would not become jaded or arrogant as he aged. He brushed his thick black tail against the warrior's side, teeth gleaming as he grinned.
"Oh, I was a cheeky one back in the day," Blackscar assured him. "When I became a warrior, I acted like I was on top of the world. I still had a lot of growing up to do... I made mistakes." His eyes grew distant as said mistakes came back to haunt his memories. The older warrior gave a shaky sigh. "Alas, I've lived and learned."
Returning his warm gaze to the young warrior, he winked. "You seem mature for your age. I'm sure you'll go far."
When Ivorymoon pointed out Blackscar's name, he burst out laughing. "Yeah! I guess you're right." His battle-scarred body shook with his deep, rumbling laughter. As he grew older and fought in more battles, more scars appeared on his black pelt. Before long, his leader thought it best to rename him; though his looks were not completely dashed--he only became more rugged--his scars were far more prominent than his previously feathery, soft fur. "Many moons have passed before I earned this name... and it was not a painless transformation either... I'm very proud of it."
Blackscar's gaze drifted off towards the other end of the clearing, where his queen rested in the sunshine. His heart pounded with pride and joy at the sight of her. "I'm sure you've come to realize that a good warrior will fight and die for the ones they love." He chuckled. "I am not different from anyone else; I just have the scars to prove it."
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Post by โค Ivory โค on Feb 21, 2019 3:20:52 GMT -5
Ivorymoon - Camp - graygoyle Ivorymoon smiled at the praise. โThank you, I try.โ He flicked his bushy dark brown pointed tail. โMaturity is the best trait a Warrior can have, in my opinion. Making decisions thoughtfully and keeping you fur flat.โ Ivorymoon wrapped his tail around his body and dipped his head. โI hope Iโll be able to make my clan proud.โ Ivorymoon turned his head to look across camp at the queen. He smiled softly. โThereโs no better life than clan life.โ He dipped his head and began to purr as sunshine rippled through the trees and warmed his long fur.
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Post by โค Ivory โค on Feb 21, 2019 3:22:20 GMT -5
(Who is gonna be a murderer? ๐ฆ Ivorymoon... can murder!!! Lol I love playing villains)
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Post by owlspots on Feb 21, 2019 6:43:51 GMT -5
(Owlpaw is by far my favourite character that I've roleplayed! I doubt she's ever going to really change, to be honest! I think you guys are all online when I'm asleep or something asfdjsfjdk)
OWLPAW || TERRITORY (dnacat ) With a high-pitched mew of delight the tabby apprentice darted after her mentor, short legs working twice as hard to catch up to the much taller she. She managed to skitter ahead just as they left the tunnel and hit the brakes hard, sliding to a stop with her hindquarters almost dragging in the dust. She was really excited to be able to go out and explore with Swansong, her mentor was the best! She really admired the warrior and even though she'd tell her father that she wanted to be like him, secretly she hoped she'd turn out just like Swansong, because Swansong was way more fun. She waited eagerly for her mentor a few fox-lengths ahead. "Does the Crystal Stream freeze over during leafbare? I've never seen water do that before, but Grassheart said that when he was an apprentice his brother Pouncepaw slipped on frozen ice and banged his muzzle so hard he lost a tooth!"
GRASSHEART || WESTERN HUNTING GROUNDS (maplee & radiolizard ) "It's not often that the birds venture right into our claws like this, they tend to avoid being caught most seasons," the dark tom remarked, glancing at Nightwhisper's catch, "Perhaps this is a blessing from StarClan." Despite having by far the most pitiful catch of the three, Grassheart was satisfied. He would catch more later, as he planned to be out in the territory for a while. "I do hope prey will still run relatively well when leafbare arrives, our Clan grows by the day and we will need every morsel when the cold weather hits."
BOUNCEWIND || CAMP -> TERRITORY (open for interaction) The fiery orange warrior rose to her paws, deciding that if no cat was going to approach her, she'd go out alone and make herself useful. She padded quickly across the camp in the direction of the closest entrance tunnel; she was slightly startled when she almost walked nose-first into Swansong, and sheepishly dipped her head to the older she-cat, slipping past her and emerging from the other end of the tunnel. She spotted Owlpaw, the fluffy apprentice who could easily be mistaken for a kit still in the nursery, scuffling her paws in the dirt as she waited for her mentor, and good-naturedly rolled her eyes at the apprentice's unabashed enthusiasm. She picked up the pace slightly and soon vanished into the ferns, her vibrant pelt sticking out from the shadows like a sore paw.
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 21, 2019 7:14:29 GMT -5
(Aha it's okay Blue ^^ It's an easy mistake, I didn't notice until you just pointed it out - and I can see why Owl's your favourite to rp, she's so adorable and full of life. Those types of characters are always fun to rp ^^) SpruceleaP โงฦฌะฝัฦโฯ
ัฦฮฑัSpruceleap mumbled a protest as the other tom batted at his ears, putting his paws up in the air and paddling them, making it look like he was attempting to swim. He looked up at the other tom, before slowly pushing himself to sit upright, still feeling incredibly small next to the other warrior, "At least I have an excuse," He shrugged his shoulders as he defended himself, before pushing himself to stand up and stretch, body already tired and a tad bit sore just from that few minutes of lying down. He peered around camp, looking for Whitepaw, "He's probably off somewhere giving out about everyone and everything, you know how apprentices get." Swansong purred as Owlpaw rushed ahead of her, watching her apprentice bound over uprooted tree-roots and weave her way around the many scattered bushes and thorns, before she came to an abrupt halt in the dirt, only a little away from the exit of camp, clearly excited to keep going and to keep exploring. Swansong chuckled breathily and trotted up to sit alongside her apprentice as she continued to excitedly ask questions, "Parts of it do," Swansong mewed, remembering one leaf-bare when she was much younger, and the river had frozen over in parts of it, especially the more fish-heavy parts, much to the horror of the clan, "But some of it stays unfrozen, and do offer some fish." Swansong explained, before she got up, flicking her tail, "Now, do you have any idea as to where the Crystal Stream might be?"
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Post by owlspots on Feb 21, 2019 10:11:57 GMT -5
OWLPAW || TERRITORY (dnacat ) Owlpaw listened intently, hanging on to Swansong's every word. She raised her nose as high in the air as she could, straining her ears and her eyes; she couldn't smell anything that might give it away, or hear anything. "Well... I know that the Starpool is near the top of the island so it's to the north? I think? Which would mean the stream is around there too!" She furrowed her non-existent eyebrows in concentration, trying to work out which direction was north. She spun around in a circle, sniffing the air, but was unable to figure it out. "But I don't know which way is north," she sighed sheepishly.
(They are!! I don't think I'll change Owl's character much, even when she becomes a warrior, because it would be weird to rp her any other way! I'll make her more mature and less naรฏve, maybe a little less energetic but everybody's still going to have to put up with her nonsensical rambling )
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Post by dnacat on Feb 21, 2019 10:26:44 GMT -5
Swansong owlspotsSwansong let out an amused mrrow as she watched Owlpaw spin in circles, sniffing for any smells or sounds that would indicate which direction is north. She pointed in the direction to which the training grounds were with her tail, "Well, when I was an apprentice, I used to get my directions confused as well, but I remembered which way was which by using places I knew well," She explained, "The training grounds are north of our camp, so if you walk towards them, at the very least you know you're going north. And you're partially correct, the Crystal Stream is to the north-west." She looked down at Owlpaw, face a little more serious, the expression she put on whenever she was teaching a lesson, "But, don't worry, by the time you're a warrior you'll know the directions like the top of your paw." She gave a gentle smile, but her eyes still remained in 'mentor-mode', "So, which way do you think we'll be heading now?" She lowered her tail.
((Let me know if this doesn't make any sense/if there's a better explanation as to which way is which!! Being a mentor is always difficult ^^;.))
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Post by owlspots on Feb 21, 2019 10:56:54 GMT -5
(Mentoring is really hard! I hope it's a while before Grassheart or Bouncewind is made a mentor so I can get the gist of what to actually do with mentoring, I haven't roleplayed properly in a few years akjdfskjfhd)
OWLPAW || TERRITORY (dnacat) "Will we be going north-west? To the stream?" Owlpaw tilted her head up at her mentor. She made a mental note of Swansong's advice and gave a little wriggle of excitement: she was going to learn every single blade of grass in the territory so that when she was a warrior, she'd know everything! And whenever she got her own apprentice, she'd be able to show them everything! She glanced in the direction Swansong had pointed to with her tail, and focused hard, squinting her eyes as though she was trying to memorise every single detail about how that direction looked from camp.
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 21, 2019 11:12:30 GMT -5
((Same here khasdkasd I used to rp heavily back in 2016/17, only got back into it recently)) Swansong"Correct," Swansong mewed, flicking Owlpaw on the nose with her tail as she walked past, heading north-west towards the Crystal Stream, "Now, since we need to work on your sense of direction, I want you to take note of every more... unique thing we walk past on the way here," Swansong ordered, "Whether that be a log turned into a home by a squirrel, or an out of place tree, or even just a really pretty flower, take note of it." Swansong turned to look over her shoulder, "Oh, and, this is going to be some walk. Try not to run all your energy out in the first five heartbeats." She joked. She had met many apprentices who were making their trip to the star-pool or just to the crystal stream, who had spent the first few heartbeats running and ended up being incredibly tired for the longer part of the trip.
((We can do a few more posts of them walking and then have a small time-skip to when they arrive? It says the trip to the star-pool is at least a day, so the Crystal Stream might take a while to get to, though definitely not as long.))
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Post by owlspots on Feb 21, 2019 11:27:45 GMT -5
(Sounds good! ^^ And yeah I stopped around the same time bc the site I used to rp on (FeralFront) got taken over by not very nice people. It's so much nicer on here though!)
OWLPAW || TERRITORY Owlpaw sneezed as her mentor's tail brushed her nose, and she sputtered, her whiskers twitching. She had been ready to run a little, her haunches bunched; she'd taken the initial spring as well as a few bounding strides before she heard what Swansong said and quickly skidded to a slower pace, waiting for her mentor to catch up before she began to match each of the older she's steps with two of her own. "Okay! I'll focus extra hard!" She exhaled deeply and began to scan the nearby foliage, looking for anything that stood out to her. She spotted a strange, white branch with all of its bark missing, lying in the dirt a few tail-lengths away, and gazed at it for a few moments to take in the claw marks that littered it, and the way its twigs stood up as tall as a cat. She pointed it out with her tail to Swansong, "like that?" She asked, just in case.
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 21, 2019 11:46:15 GMT -5
Swansong owlspots"Exactly like that!" Swansong nodded in approval, "It's important to use the territory to your advantage, so you don't end up with half the clan looking for you." Swansong spoke, before she fell into silence again. She took a moment, a moment of silence, to appreciate the territory she had grown up in. It truly was stunning, beautiful in every way, with shadows of tree leaves cast down upon her, and the sun shining through all the spots the leaves failed to cover. Far off, she could hear prey scurrying about, probably already preparing for winter, but today they would get to escape her claws. She could never imagine leaving this territory, or living anywhere different. Every day, she underestimated it's beauty, and every day, she yet again was stunned by the beauty of it. She hummed to herself, a simple tune, as she padded along.
((I was a heavy RPer on FFN, but then the warriors fandom on there like... died... there's no super active rps on there. But yeah, it is much nicer on here! RPs are much more open and welcoming to new members, and it's generally more active.))
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 21, 2019 15:13:07 GMT -5
Hey guys! Letโs get some drama started here. I think that the conflicts should start soon and the plot should dive into action right about now that we have enough members. Maybe one of the cats decides to make an announcement about their views and some cats agree, splitting the clan in two and beginning the drama.
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 21, 2019 16:08:44 GMT -5
((Sure!! I have Whitepaw, who's very vocal and opinionated to begin with, if a bit young! But I don't think any of my characters would be suitable to be the murderers : /.))
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 21, 2019 16:49:52 GMT -5
(Okay, so maybe Whitepaw and Streamtrickle can host a little meeting in the warriors den about their views and slowly people will start agreeing)
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Post by owlspots on Feb 21, 2019 16:51:51 GMT -5
(Yeah it did really die out on there which sucked tbh :/ and yeah, I'll have Owlpaw make a few passing comments, but my plan for her was for her to be coerced by the ideas of other members of the rebels into supporting their cause! Bouncewind is definitely on the rebel's side and I see her as pretty vocal about her opinions because of how stubborn and abrasive she is, so she'll most definitely be making her point known!)
OWLPAW || TERRITORY "Y'know, I kind of wish there was another Clan or something around here, it feels a little lonely sometimes. Surely we can't be the only Clan out there! Maybe if there was another Clan, they could share the territory with us, or have another territory close by, and we could help each other during leafbare!" The little apprentice mewed absent-mindedly. After getting the approval from her mentor regarding the weird white branch, she began to scan her surroundings for more funnily shaped objects. However, doing this meant she wasn't really looking where she was going, and stumbled over a small rock that stuck out of the ground. Her paws flew out from underneath her and she landed on her chin with a muffled mrrow of shock, her forepaws splayed out in either direction. Flustered at falling in front of her mentor, she scrambled to her paws and shook out her fur, ignoring the slight dull ache in her neck.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 21, 2019 16:57:19 GMT -5
Lycaonia can I excuse Streamtrickle from the herb picking RP that we were doing so he can host the meeting and so we can get the plot up and running?
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Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Feb 21, 2019 17:00:15 GMT -5
(( radiolizard Sure ^^ Either we can just pretend he wasn't part of the group, Wolfheart can send him home early, or we can pretend they went much earlier and are just now getting back?))
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Post by dnacat on Feb 21, 2019 17:02:43 GMT -5
((I'm in the middle of an Overwatch game I'll reply when I'm done sorry!!))
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 21, 2019 17:17:28 GMT -5
((Okay, so, the rebels want to divide the territory up between the clan right? As in, 'this is x's territory, and over there is y's territory,' or is it that they disagree with Leafstar and just want to collectively separate into another clan altogether? But holding a little 'meeting,' sounds like a plan.)) Swansong owlspotsSwansong stifled a laugh as she watched her apprentice trip and fall, making a low snorting sound before clearing her throat to stop herself. She padded up closely to her apprentice, nudging her as she shook herself out, "Are you," A pause to make sure she didn't start laughing again, "Are you okay, Owlpaw?" She mewed, nudging her. She chose to ignore the comments about the shared territory with another clan. Whitepaw made those sorts of comments too, something he inherited from his father, and she chose to ignore him too. She didn't want to get involved in case something drastic happened, it was better to stuff her ears and pretend nothing was happening, in her opinion.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 21, 2019 17:37:24 GMT -5
(( radiolizard Sure ^^ Either we can just pretend he wasn't part of the group, Wolfheart can send him home early, or we can pretend they went much earlier and are just now getting back?)) ( Yeah, just pretend he wasnโt part of the group in the first place so that the other person in that RP can still do it with you )
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 21, 2019 17:39:05 GMT -5
((Okay, so, the rebels want to divide the territory up between the clan right? As in, 'this is x's territory, and over there is y's territory,' or is it that they disagree with Leafstar and just want to collectively separate into another clan altogether? But holding a little 'meeting,' sounds like a plan.)) Swansong owlspots Swansong stifled a laugh as she watched her apprentice trip and fall, making a low snorting sound before clearing her throat to stop herself. She padded up closely to her apprentice, nudging her as she shook herself out, "Are you," A pause to make sure she didn't start laughing again, "Are you okay, Owlpaw?" She mewed, nudging her. She chose to ignore the comments about the shared territory with another clan. Whitepaw made those sorts of comments too, something he inherited from his father, and she chose to ignore him too. She didn't want to get involved in case something drastic happened, it was better to stuff her ears and pretend nothing was happening, in her opinion. Quick summary! The rebels want to live a loner-ish lifestyle or in small groups and divide up all the island (this is xโs territory, over there is yโs territory, etc). Many of these rebels also disagree with the way the clan is run by the placid Leafstar, or/and they might also disagree with TreeClanโs highly religious and rule-following ideals.
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 21, 2019 17:49:48 GMT -5
((All right, got it! Let me know when you're ready to kick it off, and just @ me. I'm ready whenever you guys are, and I'll be on for a couple more hours because my sleep schedule is beyond repair))
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 21, 2019 17:52:45 GMT -5
Streamtrickle - Camp - Starter Excited energy coursed through the young warriorโs veins as he strode about camp, muttering to himself. This was the day. He was tired of Leafstar, tired of clan life, and tired of being looked down upon by his clanmates for not having extreme beliefs in StarClan. His puffy silver-white fur clouded around him as his pace quickened and his thoughts grew more intense, deep purple eyes shining. Today was the day.
Streamtrickle, with determined steps and unsheathed claws, padded over to the leaderโs rock without anyone seeing him. Remarkably, he managed to clearly leap from the ground to the tall boulder in one swift move (quite impressive for a cat as small as him).
His claws scrabbled for some grip on the smooth, slippery stone before he found his footing and cleared his throat. For a moment before speaking he let pride wash over him. He was standing on the leaderโs rock! Just that feeling gave him so much... power. Streamtrickle had never realized it, but he loved being at the front. He waited with bated breath for someone to notice him. When the young warrior caught an unsuspecting and very concerned catโs eyes, his purple gaze bore into theirs with quite the fire.
โHello TreeClan. Gather round, gather round. I think youโll want to hear this. For years, we have been under the pretense of safety in numbers, but that is not true. I can feel the tension around the clan. Our code is restricting, it doesnโt allow for freedom of beliefs! Our leader is too placid and calm, not brave enough! Personally, I think that this is not the way of life best fit for us Badger Island cats. Now wait, hear me out, because I have more ideas than youโll imagine.
I suggest that we all split up the island territory amongst ourselves, or maybe live in groups of two or three in this territory, or alone if you please. This way we can have our own slices of land to hunt on and we will never have to worry about rules or regulations besides the boundaries of our own territory. What do you say, TreeClan cats?โ Streamtrickleโs voice was nearly hoarse from howling with such passion, and he stopped talking for a moment to catch his breath, panting slightly.
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Post by dnacat on Feb 21, 2019 18:19:01 GMT -5
Whitepaw radiolizard Whitepaw's ears perked up with interest as he looked up at Streamtrickle. As the tom spoke, Whitepaw clearly began transfixed on his words, nodding along in approval at every single statement, every single declaration. He was right! Why should Whitepaw live in such a judgemental clan? StarClan may be worth something to them, but to him, they were just a comfort to grieving cats. If StarClan was real, why had they allowed such great loss in his family, in his clan, amongst his friends? He stood up tall, white fur bushing outwards in show of his excitement, as Streamtrickle finished his speech, "I say aye to that!" He called out to Streamtrickle, staring at him, with a huge smile on his face.
"Our ancestors, before the clan, existed so peacefully, even without StarClan!" Whitepaw called out to the other tom, looking about him at the other cats. He caught Spruceleap's eye, seeing the look of horror and confusion on his half-brother's face. But he knew he would come around. Spruceleap always did. Whitepaw looked back to Streamtrickle, before he approached the leader's rock, so that he had to look up at Streamtrickle, "Why did such terrible things happen to us TreeClan cats, if we are under StarClan's protection, huh?" He yowled out, the excitement of what was happening clear on his face, "We should divide the island up amongst us. I refuse to live under such a ruthless... ruthless dictatorship!" He looked up at Streamtrickle, the question clear in his eyes. He wanted to join him atop the leader's rock, wanted to stand alongside him in a show of solidarity and support.
((Edit: spelling errors))
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 21, 2019 18:26:10 GMT -5
Streamtrickle - Camp - dnacat During the heated, tensioned pause that occurred after Streamtrickle spoke, he wondered if anyone actually cared. His tail still lashed with defiant, rebellious intention, and his whiskers quivered in the warm Greenleaf wind. Suddenly a small voice spoke up from under the rock. Streamtrickle jerked his head down to see Whitepaw standing there, nervous but loud nonetheless. He was interested to hear what the apprentice had to say. After Whitepaw had finished his small speech in the matter, Streamtrickle felt rejuvenated.
โYes! Excellent points there, Whitepaw. Cats have functioned perfectly well on this island, even with the absence of StarClan. Leafstar tries to keep up her kind appearance but she is, in fact, in charge of a pack of brainwashed cats!! This will not go on any longer under our watch. Come here, Whitepaw, come up here with me. And any other cat who agrees with my points should do the same. Do you agree, cats of TreeClan?โ Streamtrickle yowled passionately.
With a flick of his plume-like tail, the silver tom beckoned Whitepaw onto the leaderโs rock without hesitation. It was as if he was in the fervour of battle, his eyes sparkling wildly and his voice growing stronger and deeper by the minute. No one would look down upon him again if he had a say in it...
(Edit: when some more cats join in on the meeting Iโll add Leafstar in the mix)
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