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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on May 29, 2019 18:42:13 GMT -5
(Oh, uh! XD Sure you can gull! I was a bit surprise you wanted to claim them without even knowing what they look like, but go ahead lol!)
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Post by SmugGull on May 29, 2019 18:45:32 GMT -5
(It doesn't matter I love them)
Name of the cat you would like to claim: Brazen
Gender: Tom
3 Positive or neutral traits: Cautious, quiet, observant
2 Negative traits: Meek, contrary
Name of the cat you would like to claim: Domino
Gender: She-cat
3 Positive or neutral traits: Lucky, fierce, loud
2 Negative traits: Grating, confrontational
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Post by vakarian on May 29, 2019 18:45:33 GMT -5
(omg i love all these new outsider babbies! pickles is my favorite lolll)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on May 29, 2019 18:59:18 GMT -5
(Perfect ;w; ! Okay so I thiiink finally it's all firgured out, all the cats have relations now! Make sure you keep an eye out though, because some of the outsiders are actually offspring of now deceased clan cats! So that's a nice little detail to help stir things up c: I have a lot of adding to do, I think after this I got to hop off x.x' But please feel free to continue the patrols without me! If you wanted, the border patrol could begin to get suspicious that there are outsiders lurking around because they smell them or somethin'.)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on May 29, 2019 19:09:29 GMT -5
(Ahh I have to refrain myself from claiming, because I want to make sure that the people without a lot of characters get a chance to grab some, but mu absolute favorite my BY FAR Gloaming. Oh my God. What an edgy little thing. It looks like he has piercings, I mean come on XD
no problem Lost! Get some sleep ^w^)
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Post by grasslands on May 29, 2019 20:17:38 GMT -5
( hey, sorry! i fixed it & it wont happen again  . also, that is SO COOL, three years?! i've only been playing for one, and as a two-time dm i can definitely say the players who pick healers are the best. they're always super fun! ( if i could, pickles and almond both look real cute! i'll make forms for em in a second ^_^ )Looming Moon | Outside Camp"Hullo, Ashenstar," he begins tentatively, still unused to his presence despite how much it's appreciated. "Good morning to you as well." His mind is occupied as he stares off; the 'Starclan' Ashenstar had spoken to him so enthusiastically about strikes the same awe in his heart that it does in Ashenstar's, but unlike the old gray tom, his faith in them falters. His ancestors... are Little Ember and Hidden Fern watching over them right now? Did they choose him to do this? Did they want him to do this? He curls his bushy tail around his paws, watching idly with half-lidded eyes as the respected leader speaks. "Thank you, Distant Star," he says fondly, dipping his head. My deputy, he decides, does not have the same ring to it as Uniclan's deputy. "Ashenstar, I must ask," he says, his eyes following the same twining river that Ashenstar is watching. "As a leader, does that make me part of UniClan, or does that make UniClan part of me? Because I dont feel like either one... not yet." He sighs, and his shoulders slump, but his ears stay up. He feels like he should be taking a different approach to this leader business, but he's not sure how.Thieving Rat | Hunting Patrol"Nice catch, Pebble Skip," she says with a grin, spitting the remnant wren feathers out of her mouth and flicking her tail at Skull Rattle. After she buries the bird to return to later, she looks up at the gloomy tom and his more cheery apprentice, squinting. "Say, should we go to the Apple Bloom grove?" Truth be told, Thieving Rat had always been curious about the grove that got an entire clan named after it. It must be beautiful- but most importantly, it must be important to Appleclan. Thieving Rat is very go-with-the-flow, and if Uniclan decided to split- which she would have to see for herself- harboring knowledge of the other clans territory would be valuable, and trading that knowledge would be even more so! Settle down, she chides herself, it's all hypotheticals. "I've been dying for some squirrel."
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Post by vakarian on May 29, 2019 20:24:33 GMT -5
Bubble Chaser clambered back up and over the rock excitedly, heading back over to the hunting group and plopping the squirrel at their feet. "Ask and you shall receive." He joked. "Thieving Rat is right, we should be heading over there now, unless some more of these little guys decide to show themselves again." Bubble Chaser began to dig a small hole to store the freshly killed squirrel so they could continue on. "We've been lucky to catch this much already. I think everyone back at camp will be happy to see our bounty!" The tom tried his best to cheer on the group. If he needed to, he would always be happy to be a little beacon of light considering the circumstances UniClan was birthed from.
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Post by grasslands on May 29, 2019 20:40:19 GMT -5
Name of the cat you would like to claim: Pickles
Gender: Tom
3 Positive or neutral traits: Friendly, boisterous, fatherly.
2 Negative traits: Naive, overzealous.
Name of the cat you would like to claim: Almond
Gender: Nonbinary
3 Positive or neutral traits: Reliable, thoughtful, moral.
2 Negative traits: Dishonest, projects on others.
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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on May 30, 2019 2:24:37 GMT -5
; sorry i haven't been on in a while, everyone!! i've been quite sick with a cold lol, but here are my responses!
; - Dizzy
Eyes blinking up at Rotted Leaves in wonder, the she-kit felt a surge of excitement the moment she heard her dream warrior name—Dizzy Dance— and the story that the elder had made up just for her. She didn't even mind Wing's concern as her full attention was now on Rotted Leaves. "Whoa! Seriously? How cool did I look when I was huntin' the fox?" Prompted by the elder and her brother, Dizzy stood to her paws (with the exception of the one in pain) and did her best not to limp as she followed after the older she-cat in order to get to the healer's den. "Okay. Hey, Wing, imagine how many foxes we'll be able to beat once we're older!" She spoke excitedly to her brother, "I bet it'll be more than three. What about you?"
; - Pepper Tongue
Admittedly, the tom felt relieved that Mallow Sprout hadn't reacted in anger to his outburst, unlike others who were prone to return his negative emotions; of course, it wasn't like her to respond with more negativity in the first place, so it wasn't as if he truly expected it from her. His eyes closed wearily as she began share tongues with him, feeling sheepish at how idly he allowed her to do so. "We're quite the opposite pair, aren't we Mallow Sprout?" He joked, although he began to ponder over her well meaning advice, "You're as calm as a stream, and me? Well . . . they didn't name me 'Pepper Tongue' for nothin'." A soft laugh, then a sigh came from him as he reached over to her and offered a few laps to her pelt as well, as a sign of humble gratitude. "I always wonder . . . how do cats like you stay so . . . I dunno, positive? I don't think I could ever go a day without yapping off some cat's ears over something they said to me." Although his tone was light-hearted, Pepper Tongue's expression betrayed how genuine his question was to Mallow Sprout. "Don't tell me meditation is key, though. Never was one for sitting still too long."
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Post by owlspots on May 30, 2019 4:55:27 GMT -5
Name of the cat you would like to claim: Wheaty
Gender: female
3 Positive or neutral traits: charismatic, fun-loving, loyal
2 Negative traits: indecisive, naive
i'd die for all of the new characters honestly but wheaty is my fave
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Non-binary
☾ѕησσzє☽
no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on May 30, 2019 5:02:33 GMT -5
{Black Sea| At border| With Umberlee, Dusted, Prowling, and Buzzing} When Black Sea reached the border he turned to the apprentices, eyeing them cautiously. "Alright, what do you scent?" He asked, ready for the most boring answers from them, usually it'd just be something like stale scent markers, maybe the stray prey here and there but nothing more or less. He watched as Dusted Path made her way towards the border and sniffed at it, crinkling up her nose.
"It smells like other cats have been here." She commented, stepping back now to let the other's also get the scent. Was this normal? She wasn't actually sure, either way she didn't like it. Black Sea seemed unconvinced by her words as he let the other's get a scent, waiting for their own replies now.
{Rotted Leaves/Pigeon Roll| In Camp| With Web, Dizzy and Spider mentions Frail Sneeze}
Rotted Leaves listened to the kits as they spoke before she reached the medicine cat's den, looking around them. "Frail Sneeze? Pig-" She couldn't even get that one's name out before she saw her darting towards her, moss all over her pelt. She narrowed her eyes into slits, a bit cautious now. Should she get Frail Sneeze instead? Probably, Pigeon Roll had only been an apprentice for her for a moon or so, it'd be a good learning experience for her but it'd be best if she watched and helped under her mentor's guidance. "Pigeon Roll, where's Frail Sneeze? Dizzy Dance needs help." She really hoped Pigeon Roll would go along with the little story she was forming, but she didn't even seem to process the names she said besides Frail Sneeze.
"In the Healer's den!" The apprentice's boasted, as though she was proud with this information. She turned to the healer's den, as though she was about to go inside but instead she hopped on top of it in pursuit of the butterfly on it. "I'll be in, in a moment!" |
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Post by owlspots on May 30, 2019 5:14:52 GMT -5
Smoking Leaf | inside camp
Knowing he wasn't needed for any patrols just yet made Smoking Leaf very, very happy. Not that he hated having to go on patrol, but waking up early in the morning was his second least favourite thing. The first was birds, he hated birds (the feathers just got everywhere and when he wanted to eat he wanted to eat straight away, not pluck feathers out of his meal for hours). The tom took his time to stretch, relishing in the day's warmth that soaked into his thick pelt. The camp was fairly empty besides himself and a few others. Patrols must've already gone out. He shrugged, rolling his shoulders with a sigh. Perhaps he'd get a few more winks in before he was needed elsewhere.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on May 30, 2019 11:21:19 GMT -5
(No problem at all Hoshie! Take all the time you need to feel better c:
Nice claims everyone! I’m at work right now, so I’ll add everything to the front page c: Actually.... I miiight claim one of the loners, just to be involved in the second group! So I’ll claim Gloaming for myself ;w; )
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Post by vakarian on May 30, 2019 13:55:21 GMT -5
; - Pepper Tongue
Admittedly, the tom felt relieved that Mallow Sprout hadn't reacted in anger to his outburst, unlike others who were prone to return his negative emotions; of course, it wasn't like her to respond with more negativity in the first place, so it wasn't as if he truly expected it from her. His eyes closed wearily as she began share tongues with him, feeling sheepish at how idly he allowed her to do so. "We're quite the opposite pair, aren't we Mallow Sprout?" He joked, although he began to ponder over her well meaning advice, "You're as calm as a stream, and me? Well . . . they didn't name me 'Pepper Tongue' for nothin'." A soft laugh, then a sigh came from him as he reached over to her and offered a few laps to her pelt as well, as a sign of humble gratitude. "I always wonder . . . how do cats like you stay so . . . I dunno, positive? I don't think I could ever go a day without yapping off some cat's ears over something they said to me." Although his tone was light-hearted, Pepper Tongue's expression betrayed how genuine his question was to Mallow Sprout. "Don't tell me meditation is key, though. Never was one for sitting still too long." (you're all good hoshie!! i hope you get better soon <3) It took a moment for Mallow Sprout to process all of what Pepper Tongue had said. He was right, they really were two polar opposites. She was never completely able to grasp his ability to make jokes now matter how he felt - it lead her to question when he was truly being genuine. Mallow Sprout never expressed this concern aloud, though she wished to understand. This time, however, was a little different. As she took a pause from cleaning the tom, his facial features only told of pain. They always had since they started the conversation, but in his eyes was something else. Perhaps the want - no, the need to understand. She began to calmly explain:
"I do find meditation to be quite healing," Mallow Sprout admitted plainly, "but if you don't find it to be, I understand... What I see in you, Pepper Tongue, is a giant hedgerow. You see-" The she-cat got in closer to him, as if preparing to groom his woolly fur once more. "-no matter how close I get, I feel like there is a layer of you that I'm not seeing. You use the hedgerow to block, to guard - and that is not a bad thing." Pepper Tongue could likely feel her breath on his pelt, "But... When others try to reach a paw through, to help, what do they get? Nettles." Mallow Sprout pulled back and got situated again as she finalized her observation. |
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on May 30, 2019 18:36:05 GMT -5
(Hey guys, just popped on to say that I only had time to update the front page today. D: I don't have time to RP, i'll do my best to tomorrow though! Feel free to continue the RP's as normal here though!)
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Genderqueer
smokey
we out here
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Post by smokey on May 30, 2019 19:42:34 GMT -5
"Hm... We could try to catch some mice out in the golden fields?" Lonely Wolf suggested as she continued out of camp with Haunted Dirge at her side. She realized that she hadn't been out to the golden fields in a few days and she was itching to change that. Admittedly, she wasn't the best hunter anywhere outside the forest; her coat made it easier to blend in with the shadows of trees and bushes, but luckily she was quick enough to make up for it in the fields. Of course she had other reasons for wanting to go to the golden fields; it was lovely, in her eyes. One of the best parts about CloudClan and AppleClan coming together was that she could visit the prettiest parts of both of their territories. "Does that sound alright to you?" she asked quickly, realizing she had just taken charge without Haunted Dirge's input.
Prowling Mouse padded up beside Dusted Path, a questioning look on his face. He closed his eyes and sniffed, parting his jaws slightly as he saw his father do when hunting. Sure enough, there was a strange scent in the air and he turned his inquisitive gaze towards Black Sea, his nose wrinkled. "Dusted Path is right, I think. It smells... weird." As calmly as he could, Prowling Mouse returned to Black Sea's side, trying not to show the fear he felt. What if Umberlee and Black Sea picked up on the same scent and it was other cats? Will they attack us? He scoffed and shook his head. After all, no outsider stood a chance against him!
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Non-binary
☾ѕησσzє☽
no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on May 30, 2019 20:18:44 GMT -5
Black Sea tried to remain neutral but now two apprentice's had scented this, he decided to take a chance and try it out himself. He stepped forward and took a whiff of the border, he could scent the old scent marker of his clanmates and a new strange one...yes, this had to be different cats, it couldn't be foxes, badgers, or anything else of the likes He turned to his son and the other two apprentices, trying to think rationally, he couldn't just tell them and scare them about the new scent but it made him...angry. \
These cats had no right to his territory, none at all. He flicked his tail and gritted his teeth. "I think...maybe it's some stray cats passing by." He managed to the words out without hissing, go him. He looked to Umberlee, hoping she realized his plan was to not reveal too much to the apprentice's, he'd have to speak to Looming Moon more about this when they arrived to camp. "Let's remark the border and continue on our way, alright?"
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Post by collided on May 31, 2019 18:44:27 GMT -5
Name of the cat you would like to claim: Bracken Splinter Gender: Female 3 Positive or neutral traits: Maternal, Brave, Thoughtful 2 Negative traits: Haughty, Suspicious Name of the cat you would like to claim: Malakai Gender: Male (questioning) 3 Positive or neutral traits: Physically Strong, Resourceful, Quick-thinking 2 Negative traits: Wary, Ambitious (Hey! I really like all the organization here, so I thought I’d join. I should be fairly active. I’m disabled, but that also means I have a lot of time where I’m in bed and bored. So I’m going to claim two characters to start with. I have a few questions about going into more depth with my characters, like if I should post information I’ve gleaned from their artwork and such for other players? Or just keep that in my own notes? I also tend to add up WAG type stuff for each of my RP characters to remind myself what they’re good/bad at and what they’re even capable of doing, so if clan owner would like that info, I can at least PM you.  Also tbh I am unsure what color Bracken Splinter is supposed to be, since they have more artsy rendering. I get “floofy tabby with awesome mane” though lol.) |
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on May 31, 2019 19:20:08 GMT -5
(Hey everyone x.x I’m sorry but again i’ll Only be on for a little bit today, I can’t stick to RP. I’m sorry! But tomorrow I can stay up late because I don’t work the next day, so I should be on late in the day!
Thanks for joining, c: you can for sure claim those two, and I’m not actually sure what a WAG is, sorry! X.X’ But you can for sure share anything you’d like about the character with me, or anyone c: Coming up with the histories and going in depth with your character is for sure encouraged, in fact, that’s part of the reason why we list all the relationships that cats have/had with living or deceased relatives, and so on. I only ask that you don’t decide to make your claimed cat related to another’s, all family trees would be sort of set in stone, just to make things simpler.
And for colors and markings, all cats are meant to look the way that they’re kinda supposed to ^w^ Unrealistic pelts and designs are okay in the clan, so the red and pinkish markings that Bracken Splinter has would be their actual colors. Hopefully that’s okay with you! X.X I know a lot of clans expect very realistic designs, and that’s perfectly okay, but I wanted UniClan to be really open to creative designs.
I’m really sorry I can’t stay longer guys! ;.; )
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Post by collided on May 31, 2019 19:23:35 GMT -5
(Oh thanks. More so they had non-binary characters available, so I suppose that might suit him better? I'm kind of imagining him, since he has no family left, to be lonely and curious about the clans, but scared of joining. Questioning who he is and who he wants to be. Is he really just a tom-cat, if this clan has third gender cats? What does that mean? How would a cat know the difference? Could that explain why he always feels separated from everyone and the clan would be a good home for him? Etc etc. He's just young and not sure what it all means, questioning gender/sexuality like...a lot of people do at that age. At least I did. As is, thanks so much for helping explain Bracken Splinter's color. I'll read back to decide how to start them since you said it's okay to do so. Thanks again. ) |
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Post by collided on May 31, 2019 21:09:20 GMT -5
Bracken Splinter : Inside Camp
The old queen had been having pleasant dreams, perhaps pleasant memories of the old camp, the old territory--then it had gotten strange and frightening. As she woke, startled and fur somewhat bristled, all of it went away like cobwebs in the wind. She wrinkled her nose, frustrated, and then yawned. She looked at how the sun hit the new camp and realized that by now, the morning patrols would be out. She had awoken late. She glanced over to Rotten Leaves’s nest and saw it was empty. The calico was already out and about, which was curious. Bracken’s ears twitched, moving from one direction to the other, as she picked up snippets of camp chatter. Everything seemed calm until she heard Rotten Leaves’s familiar voice asking for their healer. Bracken grumbled to herself, hoping it was just a tick, and got to her paws. Her joints ached sometimes now, but she tried to pretend they didn’t. She walked out of the elders’ den and into camp. The warmth of the stone elders den helped, as did the protection from the cold and the damp. Yet she still wasn’t quite comfortable here, even still. Many of the younger cats had adjusted swimmingly, but for her, moons weren’t long enough. Not when she had lived her whole life somewhere else.
She looked out across the island, catching glimpses of other cats. There was her grand-kit, Pepper Tongue. First and foremost though her attention was dragged to Pigeon Roll on top of the healers den’s log, apparently chasing a butterfly. She let out a hmph. She saw Rotten Leaves and three of the nursery’s kits near the den however too, which made her a bit concerned. She padded over to the group and looked over them, checking for signs of some illness or injury. She noticed one kit, Dizzy, held a paw up. Besides that, everything seemed fine. No hints at coughs or bleeding.
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
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Post by collided on Jun 1, 2019 14:39:19 GMT -5
(I'm awake again if anyone is here. ^^ I'd love to start Malaki too so if anyone has an Outsider cat available, that would be cool. I think I'll play him as a bit confused in not having a family, unsure about his relationship due to Wheaty's indecisive and naive personality, and super curious about UniClan and maybe weaseling into it as sort of a part of his ambition.)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jun 1, 2019 15:00:02 GMT -5
(Hiyya! Back from work, and responding now. ^w^
Actually Collided, I think the border patrol might stumble on some of the outsiders! :0 Actually! Since all the pieces are laid out now, I think we can explain the plan that's going down!
Okay, so tonight (RP time) the apprentince's (i think all of them?) are going to sneak out of camp to do some mischief, you know just walk around without their mentors permission. They travel really far into the territory and get lost, and then something happens, like either an animal attack, or a falling tree, or they cross a road and get hit by a car, something - to make one or two of the apprentice's critically injured. They have to stay there, so the apprentice's break up into groups of three, three that stay with the hurt members, and three that try to make a mad scramble for camp to get help. So when the other 3 are gone, the injured ones are found by a couple of the loners who heard their cries, and came to help. The loners take the injured back to their little camp to rest and get better, because the ones who are injured are in no condition to make it back to camp.
And I leave it there for now, but there is stuff planned for later! I can reveal more the closer we get to it ^w^
Here let me finally respond and then add you Collided!)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jun 1, 2019 15:42:22 GMT -5
Ashenstar | With Distant Star and Looming Moon | Mentions . . . | grasslands
Ashenstar's wizened, cloudy gazed continued to look upon the river, he was thoughtful, silent for a moment as he seemed to take in the new leader's question. He reflected upon his own experience when he succeeded the previous leader, and suddenly took on the responsibility of the clan... He remembered looking at his clan mates, who he had once done battle with, gotten into mischief with, gotten to know as family, know he was the one to guide them... It was impossible to separate the feeling of guilt that came with every death that hit the clan. As leader, you felt like you had to do everything in your power to prevent suffering. But Ashenstar learned that some tragedy's had to happen. Something Looming Moon would someday learn to. Finally, the grey spotted tom spoke up. "That depends on how you look at it, Looming Moon." He carried his gaze now to other. "Look at this river, for example... Would you say that this river considers itself it's own body of water? Or do you think it considers itself part of the ocean?" He said vaguely.
Skull Rattle | With Bubble Chaser, Thieving Rat, and Pebble Skip | Mentions . . . | SmugGull , @vakarian , grasslands
Skull Rattle nodded to his apprentice curtly when he came back with the kill in his jaws. He did as he said, and although he should have been more visibly prideful, he at least offered the apprentice his nod of approval. The tom learned quick, of course it was to be expected under his tutelage. At the mention of continuing onwards to the Apple Bloom Grove he visibly let out a breath of exasperation. "Pf... That place isn't good for catching anything. The open rows of bare land make it easy to get spotted by prey a mile away. We should be catching prey in the Sinking Swamps." He said, not catching his hypocrisy, after all, the swamp lands were almost nothing but open field. It was obvious that he was wanting to defend what he was comfortable with, however; and maybe saw it as an opportunity to insult AppleClan.
Wing | With Rotted Leaves, Bracken Splinter, Spider, and Dizzy | Mentions . . . | collided , ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ , ☾ѕησσzє☽
Wing puffed out his fluffy, bright pink chest at his sisters words. "Three? foxes I can mow through those with my eyes closed! If you want to give SUPER WING a real challenge, give me two bears!" His confidence was outlandish, but it was so endearing how the tom thought he could conquer anything. "You wanna know how I'd do it? Huh? Easy! Just make them fight each other! Mama says bears eat big 'ol fish, so you just have to throw a fish in the middle of the fight and they'll battle to see who gets it!" His small tail lashed back and fourth. He lowered his voice a bit now that they were in the healers den, and even stammered a bit when the jovial Pigeon Roll trotted up. This was a deeply held secret but... Truth me told, Wing had a little kitten crush on Pigeon Roll. He didn't understand it yet, but he felt the need to impress her. So, he stood up taller when she came by, but noticeably deflated when she left to go find Frail Sneeze. He cuffed a paw across the ground in disappointment. "Honestly they should just make me a warrior already..." He grumbled, turning his head when he heard another voice. It was the other elder, Bracken Splinter. "Oh yeah, Dizzy was just being dumb again." He teased, batting her side playfully with the back of his paw.
Umberlee | With Black Sea, Prowling Mouse, Dusted Path, Buzzing Bee | Mentions . . . | ☾ѕησσzє☽ , ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ , smokey
Now that they mentioned it, Umberlee took in a deep inhale. The smell of other cats was obvious, Black Sea's thoughts were right, it couldn't be anything else... In fact, some of these smelt... familiar? Like scents she remembered on the farm. She sniffed closer to the border and took in a deeper inhale to try to puzzle it out. This whole thing had the potential to be dangerous, they didn't know how many outsiders there were, and if they planned on moving in. Umberlee still wasn't sure how clan life worked, she didn't understand the severity of outsiders coming in. She continued to sniff, but then there was a loud, crashing noise in the undergrowth.
Glooming | With Polaris | Mentions Black Sea, Prowling Mouse, Dusted Path, Buzzing Bee | ☾ѕησσzє☽
"JEEZ MOM!" The young tom's voice was shrill and hysterical. The small black and lavender accented tom stomped through a holly bush like it was nothing. He pictured it in his head as being a lot cooler than it really was though, because as soon as his fur came in contact with the thick branches and sharp leaves he just sort of got stuck for a moment. "I don't WANNA start a new family with these other cats! I miss our home, I miss my bed! I miss having food and water all the time it's cold and stinky out here and my paws huuurrt! WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!" He wailed like a kit, thrashing around in the holly bush to try to get himself free. He managed to claw through to the end of it where he rolled out onto the forest floor again, covered in small thorns and cuts, but on the upside he smelt like holly now. "Aug..." He lifted his head and opened his eyes...... Uhm.... He was surrounded by 5 cats. They looked so threatening... "Uh... mom...?" He tried to move backwards.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jun 1, 2019 15:44:23 GMT -5
(There we go XD That only took an hour.
Also a head's up everyone! Because there are only 2 cats left to claim in the clan, I'm gonna go ahead and close the clan to new joiners, but of course it can always be opened again c: But I feel like we have a good amount of joiners!)
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Post by collided on Jun 1, 2019 16:31:58 GMT -5
(The story with the apprentices sounds really interesting. I think Malachi would gladly be involved in helping...especially if it would also be good for him lol. Also sorry for the wait; I had family visit.)
Bracken Splinter : With Rotten Leaves, Dizzy, Spider, and Wing
The older queen let out a sigh, relieved but now somewhat embarrassed by her own panic. She sat down on the grass and began to groom her fur, starting with her mane-like ruff. There were even bits of moss left in her fur from her nest.
“Well, young Wing, I remember being your age and thinking my sister was all sorts of things too. But I bet there’s something you don’t know. Dumb means mute, like your sister can’t speak. Hare-brained or mouse-brained, I think, is the phrase you’re looking for.” It was a bit pedantic and the kits probably wouldn’t even care, but if she was going to be awake and looking a mess, she might as well teach them something. “As is, always remember: your family and your clan are who will be there for you, even when you’re as old as me. It’s better to be nice than to be rude.”
Small life lesson done and kits safely managed by her fellow elder, Bracken Splinter felt her stomach growl. Sleeping in had her all kinds of disoriented, didn’t it? The fresh-kill pile at least looked full, if in a bit of a disarray. Perhaps the kits had been playing in it again. She was sure if so, Rotten Leaves had already told them about playing with their food. The other elder was of AppleClan, but Bracken couldn’t exactly say anything particularly bad about her.
“I hope you slept well,” she meowed politely to Rotten Leaves. “Good luck with these kits. If you need help, let me know. I’m sure Frail Sneeze will be able to help with managing them.”
With that, she got to her paws and walked over to the fresh-kill pile. She wasn’t that interested in continuing to socialize with the unfamiliar queen she shared a den with. They already socialized plenty. Instead, she sniffed over the food, landing on a frog that smelled familiar. Black Sea, she decided, a small fire of pride in her chest once again. Still keeping up CloudClan traditions and good for him--she loved frog legs. She took the piece of prey and looked around camp. There was her grandson, Pepper Tongue, but he seemed in deep conversation with another cat, Mallow Sprout. She didn’t want to interrupt the two as quietly she was just glad he seemed to be getting along with any cat, but especially one she approved of. So instead she took to a sunny spot for her meal, moving a bit closer to Ashenstar, Looming Moon, and Distant Star. Not close enough to get their attention, but enough that the wind carried their words to her ears. Something about rivers and oceans, not particularly interesting.
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Malachi : Borderlands : Mentions Glooming and Polaris
The gray tabby tom had been watching and sensing one group of cats from the other side of the border. He had remained downwind and out of sight. Today there was a familiar fully grown she-cat, an older tom, and three young cats. He wasn’t sure exactly why he was watching, other than sheer curiosity. Especially when he realized he recognized the she-cat. What had been her name? Umber something? Nonetheless he recognized the combination of small body and huge, fluffy tail. Watching how she seemed to be bonded to this strange, wild tom and leading along the three younger ones... It was like watching a family. Unbeknown to him, his eyes had been glittering once he’d recognized her and her quick bond. Some of the cats at the farm had told him the wild cats were vicious and cruel, bloodthirsty beasts that ate on bones. Considering bones were delicious to chew, he wasn’t entirely sure this was an insult. Sure, he didn’t want to get himself killed, but it was just so interesting. Ever since he had lost his family, he’d had to rely only on Wheaty and, well, recently he wasn’t sure if their relationship was okay or not. Maybe that’s why he was led to, well, spy on these other unfamiliar cats.
Of course, he was a bit boldly interrupted by two others, somewhat familiar to him. There was the younger, mostly black tom that Malachi only really knew for being relatively annoying and whiny. He was staying true to character, getting himself tangled in a holly bush and then flopping out in front of the group of cats Malachi had been watching. It was ridiculous. As were his complaints. It seemed he had been a kittypet perhaps. Then there was Polaris, another cat he usually avoided for her personality. She had a beautiful starry pelt, but she was well aware of this and every other favorable trait she had. Full of herself. He was curious what these two would even want with clan life, or why they’d even been loners he’d run into. Had being kittypets somehow gotten too comfortable for them?
He huffed, quietly, and backed away a bit, but his ears twitched. He would wait and watch. See how these wild cats would handle two strangers. It would give him a good idea if they’d accept Wheaty and him. Assuming Wheaty even wanted to join this so-called UniClan. He’d mentioned it many times, but she never seemed to have an answer for him one way or another. Maybe if he could tell her good news about a welcoming into the clan, she’d be more interested.
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. also, that is SO COOL, three years?! i've only been playing for one, and as a two-time dm i can definitely say the players who pick healers are the best. they're always super fun! 
Also tbh I am unsure what color Bracken Splinter is supposed to be, since they have more artsy rendering. I get “floofy tabby with awesome mane” though lol.)