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Post by aprilflowers on Jun 2, 2019 12:52:20 GMT -5
Snowfrost nodded "I would assume most of your warriors would find it pretty strange to cosy up to three strange cats.." she said looking at the young tabby she-cat, and then turning back to the rest of her siblings 'do you have any opinions on to where you wanna sleep?'
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jun 2, 2019 15:24:48 GMT -5
(-Pokes in- Hi everyone c: I joined with just a single character to start with, his name is Mr.Jingles and he's a kitty pet that followed Flintfur home from the twoleg place. Is it okay if I hop in with him?)
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Post by Ziotsu on Jun 2, 2019 15:37:37 GMT -5
(hello! did we already skip or is it later?)
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Post by Ziotsu on Jun 2, 2019 16:38:54 GMT -5
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jun 2, 2019 16:56:08 GMT -5
Mr.Jingles | With . . . | Mentions Flintfur, Cloudsplash, Smokekit, Rainkit, Bumblekit |
Mr.Jingles had been given time to try to adapt to clan life. It wasn't easy at first, and frankly, it still wasn't easy! When Flintfur brought the small golden munchkin tom in, most were openly hostile to him. Apparently, the clan had just been through a hard battle, something about another clan, the tom was hazy on the details since he still didn't really understand what a clan was. But regardless, there were few cats who seemed welcoming to him. The one upside was, well, the cat who urged him to come here in the first place, Flintfur. The black tom had a way of cheering up the small, timid cat. The newly made father though, had little time to spend with him, something which Jingles understood. A couple of times he had managed to rouse up the courage to come and greet his mate, Cloudsplash, and their kits, Smokekit, Rainkit, and Bumblekit. He remembered at first how strange it was to have kit be a part of your kits name, but he didn't dare mention that in fears that it would be insulting. The little bundles of fluff were cute, but quiet terrifying to be around. Mr.Jingles always thought he'd accidentally step on one and destroy the family, and then get killed by these savage cats...
Now that it had been a moon, Mr.Jingles had finally gotten used to the taste of freshly killed prey, something that his feline instincts should have loved, but the kitty-pet in him could barely scarf down. He really missed his pellets... He had also gotten used to sleeping on the cold hard ground, instead of a plush bed. He might have gotten USED to all this, but he still didn't like it. He had brought up the prospect of leaving a couple of times to Flintfur, but the tom always managed to talk him out of it. But, again, Mr.Jingles found himself sitting in camp, huddled towards the fresh kill pile, just imagining what it would be like to be back home...
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 2, 2019 17:08:40 GMT -5
Darkberry padded out of the warrior's den and went into a deep stretch, his back arching underneath him. His claws stretched out and his big yellow eyes squeezed shut for just a moment. He scratched at something underneath his collar, then pricked his ears as he noticed Mr. Jingles sitting close to the fresh-kill pile. He sauntered over to the tom and took a seat next to him. "So..." he mewed as he curled his tail around his paws. "You adjusting to Clan life yet?"
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jun 2, 2019 17:11:18 GMT -5
Flintfur had just woken up now, cleaning out his fur before he made his way over to the fresh-kill pile. Cloudsplash would certainly be hungry at this hour and the kits would probably be all over her, not giving her a moment to leave the den. He had begun to sniff at the pile when he noticed Mr. Jingles out of the corner of his eyes, the tom had been his friend during his time as a kittypet and he was shocked when he took up on following him to Fogclan. Though now, it seemed, he wasn't adjusting as well as he had hoped. He knew that Fogstar was wary to accept him without changing his name, but surely after the horrible naming incident his privileges were revoked for now. He stopped his thoughts and made his way over, trying to think of the right words, but Darkberry had already spoke what he was thinking luckily.
{Also if you want, I can put your fanart on the front page! I might size it down a bit if that's okay but I'd happily do it! }
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 2, 2019 17:14:46 GMT -5
Shadefang sat in front of the warrior's den, kneading her dark paws anxiously in front of her. She would occasionally glance over her shoulder and peer into the den, but otherwise kept her gaze as stoic as possible. She was waiting for Fawnstep to wake up, as she'd been mulling over something all night and she decided now was the time to do it. She didn't want to give herself the rest of the day to talk herself out of it; she needed to talk now and get it out of her system.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jun 2, 2019 17:15:24 GMT -5
Mr.Jingles | With Darkberry | Mentions Flintfur | ✨ nissabug ✨
Mr.Jingles jumped a couple fox lengths into the air, whirling around to see the familiar black form of Darkberry. His fur was standing on end, but it slowly began to go back down as the anxious munchkin cat recovered his breath. Felt like his heart was just about to pop! "Oh... Hi Blackberry," He greeted quietly, not himself realizing that he called the tom by the wrong name. "Uhm... i think so? I uh- I don't know. Don't you miss, you know, your owners? And your bed?" Mr.Jingles shuffled his paws back and fourth uncomfortably. Talking still wasn't really his strong suit, so he spoke with a quiet voice, choking out his words nervously. He perked his hunched over posture as he saw Flintfur, suddenly trying to sit a little taller, puffing out his golden chest a little more in an attempt to look bigger. He didn't say anything, but meekly gave a little flick of his tail in greeting.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 2, 2019 17:18:46 GMT -5
Darkberry raised his brows. He had seen Mr. Jingles a few times in the Twolegplace while he lived there, but not enough to know him. He must have been spending a lot of time with his Twolegs. "Darkberry," he corrected, keeping the annoyance out of his drawling tone. "And sometimes I do, but... I've grown rather partial to running around in the forest. They never liked me going outside, you know."
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jun 2, 2019 17:19:33 GMT -5
Fawnstep rolled over in her nest, kicking Snaketooth once again in the face like she did every morning. His snoring was the bane of her existence, she really wished it would just stop, especially since he took up sharing a nest next to Robinsong now but it seemed like it only grew louder. He let out a snort in response but seemed unmoved, she groaned and dragged herself up. It seems like it was time for her to wake up for the day, whether she actually wanted to or not. She shook free the moss clinging to her pelt, as she had been tossing and turning as of late since her...well...admittance. Not much had changed between Shadefang it seemed, but she could feel this heavy weight on her chest every time they were close to each other. She finally deemed herself ready to leave the den and headed out, shocked to see Shadefang was just outside waiting for her. "And here I thought I was the early riser, what time did you wake up? Moon high?"
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jun 2, 2019 17:27:18 GMT -5
Mr. Jingles | With Darkberry | Mentions . . . | ✨ nissabug ✨
Oops! Oh my gosh, I'm messing this up so bad right now! He inwardly panicked when he was corrected, but tried to keep it from showing the best he could so he could keep up the facade that he was confident. "Oh, right, sorry." He lowered his head apologetically. "I remember," he reflected with a little smile. The two weren't exactly neighbors, but they were close enough that when you were crawling atop the fence posts, you would see his house a few more houses down. The two were familiar, but not friends. It wasn't really a shock that Mr.Jingles wasn't friends with anyone except his owners. "I always thought it was crazy when you would hop back over the fence with mice in your jaws... I guess I should have guessed that you'd fit in more here." He half heartedly smiled. "I mean... Of course, I kind of just thought that the clans were a myth, until I met Flintfur."
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Post by Ziotsu on Jun 2, 2019 17:34:44 GMT -5
(ya that's cool, i wasnt planning on it being that large tbh xD)
Emberpaw gave quite a large stretch after the previous night, she arched her back and let her fur bristle in an attempt to get the last bit of sleepy fog from her mind. Over the last moon she had gotten used to tagging along with the other apprentice's and their mentors while Tigerstripe was healing, though she wasn't sure if she would ever be mentored by him again. She could barely get how he looked out of her mind, and from what she knew, it was bad. Shaking those thoughts out of her mind, she padded quietly out of the den to take a quick scope on who was already awake and attempting to figure out who she was tagging along with today. She had gone out quite a few times with Jaypaw and Icebreeze, so she was keeping half an eye out for that pair since that is what she was used to now.
Bouldersplash was already awake when he saw many other cats start to make their way out of their respective dens, it seemed the others were either early risers today or he got up quite a bit later. He was just about done grooming himself and given the activity he decided it was good enough and stopped what he had been doing. It seems that each cat was already getting themselves into their own conversations, he gave a smile at this glad to see that after all that had happened things were back to a normal routine. He pushed himself up to his paws and gave a quick glance, half expecting Ashpelt to already be on his flank about going out on dawn patrol, not that he minded, but it was consistent and he was surprised when he wasn't asked at this point.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 2, 2019 17:34:58 GMT -5
Darkberry purred. "Oh, I did, too. A bunch of cats living in the wild sounds ridiculous at first," he said with a laugh. "But, to me, it's much more fulfilling than living as a kittypet." He waved a paw in the air dismissively. "They'll just replace me with some kitten anyway." He hadn't been with them long before he ran away, so he wasn't missing too much... although he had grown somewhat fond of the Twoleg she-kit. But she was probably too young to realize he left. He shrugged away the thoughts and looked back to Mr. Jingles. "Are you not fitting in as well as you'd hoped?"
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 2, 2019 17:40:54 GMT -5
Shadefang nearly jumped out of her fur as Fawnstep spoke, but she quickly relaxed when she realized who it was... and then she got anxious again. "Y-Yeah, something like that..." she replied, forcing out a laugh. Then she coughed. "Um, can you come with me to the high rocks for a minute? I need to talk to you," she said as she rose to her paws. Fawnstep normally didn't reject her offers to walk around the territory, but Shadefang knew she was being a little vague.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jun 2, 2019 17:43:50 GMT -5
Mr. Jingles | With Darkberry | Mentions . . . | ✨ nissabug ✨
"Not really, but... I kind of don't have anyone to blame for that but me, I think..." He murmured. If he was being cynical, he supposed he could have blamed the hostility he felt lots of cats give him, but he might have also perceived them wrongly. More in likely, it as probably Mr. Jingles only fault for being too scared to meet and connect with others. After all, Darkberry seemed to be settled into the clan just fine! "It just... Feels like, I don't know. I'm a stranger in someone else's garden."
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 2, 2019 17:43:50 GMT -5
Littlepoppy blinked away the morning sun as he woke up with a yawn. He stretched out his front paws, then looked around at the nursery. He knew kits liked to wake up a lot earlier than their parents, and that the parents would give up on getting them back to sleep pretty quickly. If the day was nice, maybe he could get all the kits away from their mothers for a little bit and let them relax. He rested his head on his paws and gazed outside the nursery.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 2, 2019 17:50:33 GMT -5
Darkberry nodded. "I can see that," he said, moving to lick his paw a few times lazily. "Maybe you just need a little more time to settle in." He looked back up and tilted his head; his whiskers gave a subtle twitch. "Have you given any thought to going back to Twolegplace?"
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Post by Protractor on Jun 2, 2019 18:08:47 GMT -5
(im down to rp, I have sparrow and bouldersplash open) (I got Corn,Sprucemask,Brokennose,and Waterfur open if you're still open
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Post by Ziotsu on Jun 2, 2019 18:10:08 GMT -5
(im still open!)
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Post by Protractor on Jun 2, 2019 18:15:16 GMT -5
(Want me to start
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Post by Ziotsu on Jun 2, 2019 18:22:19 GMT -5
(just above is Emberpaw and Bouldersplash's starters for the moon)
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Post by Protractor on Jun 2, 2019 18:29:06 GMT -5
(Ight
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Post by Protractor on Jun 2, 2019 18:39:53 GMT -5
(Sorry Bouldersplash,you get craziness)
Sprucemask looked around the camp and saw Bouldersplash."Can you come with me?"He asked as quietly as he could manage,still pretty loud."I need you're help moving something."
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Post by Ziotsu on Jun 2, 2019 18:47:45 GMT -5
Bouldersplash had not been expecting to see someone else, maybe he wouldn't be put on dawn patrol for the day. "Sure, what do you need help moving?" He asked, tilting his head slightly at Sprucemask. He didn't take care on being as quiet, he had no idea what the other tom was planning, and he only cared enough to expect something that wasn't completely off the wall as the quiet tone was suggesting.
(bouldersplash needs crazy)
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Post by Protractor on Jun 2, 2019 18:54:22 GMT -5
"A tree branch that's fallen onto a badger."Sprucemask answered."It seems it's probably gonna die soon so if it doesn't survive I can line my bed with it so I'll carry it's scent."
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