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Post by Dawnrise on Jul 23, 2019 0:09:59 GMT -5
Finchstripe Finchstripe is a socialite at heart. A kindly cat with a crooked smile, his sunny disposition tends to befriend others quickly. Generally charismatic, he will go out of his way to make someone feel comfortable around him, from sharing a meal to inviting them on a patrol. Although his large, muscular stature can be intimidating to others, he doesn't let it define him in his clanmate's eyes. Often, people can forget how intensely powerful he is until he gets really angry. Finchstripe sometimes doesn't even know his own strength, which is a bad mix with his quick temper that he can't always control. Finchstripe adores kits, and they adore him. Whenever he gets the opportunity, he visits the nursery to give the nursing queens a break while their kits jump all over his soft, cushiony fur. Finchstripe is a handsome golden-yellow cat with tabby markings and stripes. He has white paws and a pale underbelly. His green eyes give off a look of deeper intelligence than his actions do. Finchstripe can hold a grudge for a long time, and perceives small slights as personal attacks. He hopes to have a family someday, but does not want to compromise his loyalty to his clan.
Warrior Brother to Stoneclaw Haunted by Dreams of a strange and shadowy forest. ![](https://i.imgur.com/J6mnUgF.jpg) Asterpool A large, lithe she-cat with thick white fur all over her body. She has blue points on her tail, paws, ears, and face which are the only spots of non-white besides her unusual purple eyes. Once a beautiful she-cat, her body become wracked with scars and sores over time, as she dedicated more and more energy into protecting her clan during the war against the Dark Forest. A shy and reserved soul, she possessed a secret talent for negotiation by paying close attention to the weak spots in a cat's personality. Her watchful eye also came in handy in battle, when she targeted the weakest points of her target, guaranteeing a kill. Her cold demeanor was offputting to others, and she didn't have many friends in life. When the old deputy died, Asterpool expected to be chosen to replace him. After all she had done for her clan, another, less experienced she-cat was chosen instead. Asterpool wouldn't listen to any of the reasons why, she was too furious. She devised a plan to get what she deserved, frame the new deputy for murder, of a young apprentice. She lured the tom out of camp and slaughtered him, but was caught and exiled. She died less than a moon later in the cold and wet of the mountains. Her crimes earned her a spot in the dark forest, where the vowed to get revenge on those who had wronged her. Dawnstar Senior Warrior Sister of Bushpelt Dark Forest Trainer (Deceased) I might make another cat soon once I get used to the rhythm of the rp
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 23, 2019 2:42:54 GMT -5
Sorry guys i fell asleep XD I’ll check out forms and re0y soon!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 23, 2019 3:07:22 GMT -5
Everyone has been added except the deceased cats, I just need to figure out how I want that section to look before I do; wont take long! ust a faux pas on my part XD
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Post by Dawnrise on Jul 23, 2019 11:29:22 GMT -5
OOC: No worries, thanks for adding me. Rp: Finchstripe tossed and turned in his nest. He furrowed his brow, trapped in an unpleasant dream which he desperately wanted to wake up from. He had this same experience every night. He'd end up in a territory, not unlike that of Ridgeclan's, with mountains and waterfalls and hills, but this place had something wrong. The sky was pitch black, without a star in sight and the air smelled sour. The ground was dry and gray, and the small amounts of vegetation there were seemed unwell. He shivered from head to toe, it felt like he had just jumped in a cold pond. As he searched for a way out, Finchstripe became more and more panicked, crying out for any other cat who would hear him. He hoped that he would wake up, but he knew where this dream would take him. He approached the deep chasm which he had seen so many times before, and as he looked down he saw bones, thousands of them piled up. The sound of wailing filled the air, growing louder and louder until he couldn't hear anything else. Just as he thought he couldn't take it anymore, he woke up, terrified and shaking.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 23, 2019 11:54:44 GMT -5
( Morning everyone c: Welcome Dawnstar!)
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jul 23, 2019 12:01:08 GMT -5
𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ ( yes ! I’m so cool with that idea ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/lNtnPuxeCzkaKMNYVXVv.gif) ) ( also I just read your reply. And I’m not 100% sure if you were reply to my character, but it’s Stoneclaw , you put Stonethistle ^^’ and also he was just having a bad dream, he’s okay and not injured )
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 23, 2019 13:01:19 GMT -5
(Oh no! I’m sorry, I meant STORMthistle! Did I say stonethistle? X.X Sorry about that. The response was to Necro.)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 23, 2019 13:10:03 GMT -5
(there we go, went in and changed that, so sorry - I was really tired when I wrote that...)
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jul 23, 2019 15:45:51 GMT -5
( oof we are both backwards xD haha haha )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 23, 2019 16:41:08 GMT -5
Online and on with replying! Sorry busy day
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 23, 2019 16:52:48 GMT -5
(No problem Necro c: )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 23, 2019 17:49:02 GMT -5
RidgeClan Camp, With Stoneclaw, MotherofSolace , CopperstarEars peeking at the sound of pawsteps, the tabby shecat lifted her head in time to spot the warrior approaching her. Flicking her grey gaze across his frame in a contemplative manner for a heartbeat, trying to suss out the intentions of the younger tom for his approach. Whilst she had been leader for a reasonably short amount of time by now, she had learned a handful of lessons in that period of time. Namely that cats usually had ulterior motives when approaching her, a question; a request; a concern and occasionally all of the above. Part of the job description, but a rather frustrating one she found. Admittedly a little surprised at the greeting, not what she had learned to anticipate but something she at the very least appreciated. She dipped her head politely to the handsome tom cat as he made his way over, “Too early,” she grumbled as a yawn gaped her jaws. “But needs must and I doubt the squirrels and mice will be sleeping in right now, thus neither should we.” Attention distracted momentarily by the sudden and blaring sound of birdsong from somewhere overhead, her gaze darted upwards and her eyes narrowed. Tongue rasping momentarily across her lips, “It seems the birds don’t sleep in either,” she added with a chuckle, as though the winged creatures had been offended by her exclusion. Lifting herself to her paws with a soft sigh, lips parted as she tasted the air. She had been in search of a companion to hunt with, and the tom cat beside her provedto be a fair enough offer of such, she finished her stretch and turned back to him with curiosity marking her features. “I’m intending to take a patrol out for a hunt,” she felt no need to explain herself but did all the same, “Do you wish to accompany me?”
Whereabouts, With Finchstripe, Dawnrise , EmbershardHaving refocused his search for companionship from the camp clearing and instead into the depths of the warriors den, the handsome tom soon spotted the distress of his sleeping. Flinching inwardly at the sight; far from an uncommon one, you could tell the difference between younger generations from the war torn ones, for the former slept the night through whereas the latter were almost entirely burdened by nightmares. Himself included, though not a fact he enjoyed admitting to. When things got bad he requested poppy seeds from the medicine cats, but was proud enough that such was a rare occasion. Watching for a heartbeat as he watched Finchstripe twitch and writhe, fighting an enemy no one was able to see. Embershard was half considering rousing the warrior from his terrified state, when it seemed the tom cat had managed to do it himself. Kind enough at least to make it appear as though he hadn’t noticed what was going on, expression neutral and firm, had he been in the same situation he’d have preferred the matter not to be brought up thus this was exactly what he did for his clanmate. Drawing his tail around his russet red frame. ”Good morning,” he greeted with a shrug of his shoulders, trying not to think of his most recent of nightmares, “I’m contemplating a patrol if you’d like to join me?” He offered, the chance at normality following the horrors of nightmares. Whereabouts, With Sunpatch, 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ , stormthistleFreezing at the sound of someone coming over, particularly when he saw the cat in question who was making her way over. If anyone was gong to enforce his unfair confinement it was either the medicine cat or the deputy, and whilst he was more than willing to stand his ground on the point, he doubted he was going to achieve an easy win around the quick witted and sharp tongued deputy. Inhaling with preparation as he looked over to her. Manoeuvring himself with more difficulty than he likely would ever admit for love nor freshkill, he managed to turn properly so he could engage in conversation with the newcomer. “Good morning,” Stormthistle replied with a polite nod of his dark furred head. Hindquarters stiff, wounds relentlessly burning and entire frame aching, but still he maintained a firm and neutral expression in spite of it. Doing his best to downplay and belittle the true amount of pain he was going through, he shrugged his shoulders with a strength that he quickly regretted, “Much better,” he replied calmly, “Barely noticeable.”
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jul 23, 2019 19:41:09 GMT -5
His yellow eyes met hers and for just a moment the world seemed to have stopped, and then she spoke. Snapping himself from this .. trance , his ear perked at the sound of her voice. Watching her speak, he watched the ways her whiskers twitched and her eyes seemed to never stay in the same place for long as though she was looking for something .. for watching out for someone. Doing a quick glance around the camp, he didn’t sense any danger so he brushed it off for now. His eyes followed her as the leader looked towards the sky as bird song stole her attention from him, or was it his attention from her? ”hunting.. accompany me..” Those words snapped the Tom cat from his thoughts. Stoneclaw pushed himself to his paws once more. “If that is what you desire then I mustn’t deny it,” he rumbled as he gave himself a good stretch. Now, Stoneclaw wasn’t good with she-cats what so ever. All he knew was to keep them happy and maybe they wouldn’t use your pelt to line their nests with. Unlike all the other toms he never showed much interest in the females, always more focused on the clan itself. But secretly he held out for seasons and watched one particular she cat from a distants. Now she stood before him , probably wondering why he hadn’t begun to follow her and was starring at her at this moment,” right then.” He cleared his throat as he drug his eyes away from her and landed then on the camp entrance praying to StarClan he hasn’t just freaked her out by starring like a dazed badger.
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Post by Dawnrise on Jul 23, 2019 19:44:15 GMT -5
OOC: Rp: Finchstripe shook his head, trying to break himself out of the inbetween of sleep and waking. He hadn't been sleeping well at all for the past month, with the same dreams of that weird version of the territory. Now it seemed the dreams bled more and more into reality. Sometimes he woke up and couldn't tell if he was still asleep. The warrior blinked his tired eyes, and focused on the nonchalant look of his peer. Starclan, I hope he didn't hear me. I must sound like an idiot, crying in my sleep like that. The rust warrior's question seemed to ring through his head before he responded, "Sure, I wouldn't mind getting out of camp with you, Embershard." He rolled his shoulders as he got up from his nest, stretching as he started to walk in his usual gait out of the den. "You wouldn't mind me picking out some food for us, would you?"
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 24, 2019 7:54:53 GMT -5
I swear I don’t usually poof this much XD just been very tried recently clearly, went to sleep, on with replying now XD
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 24, 2019 9:33:23 GMT -5
RidgeClan Camp, With Stoneclaw, MotherofSolace , CopperstarIf the scarred shecat noticed the awkwardness of her companion, she was kind enough not to say anything about it, her gaze danced across his muscled form as he stretched. Waiting with polite calmness in spite of the impatience that made her long legs itch for the chance to run. Her stomach aches with hunger more than she cared to admit, it was never in her nature to admit weakness nor pain, and despite the fact the pains of hunger were akin to something attempting to claw its way out of her. The very idea of prey made her mouth water relentlessly, but she managed to hold herself together without sending a glance towards the fresh kill pile. Many words could be used as synonyms for the pretty leader, stubborn and persistent were two of the more ones. She wasn’t about to feed herself without first ensuring that her clanmates had full bellies. But that wasn’t about to happen without hard work and effort. “Let’s get going then.” Copperstar said decisively, uncaring for the time being on the destination they chose, they could decide such on the way, as long as it was somewhere that offered a bounty of prey and perhaps the chance at a run on the way there, the beautiful leader didn’t mind too much. When it seemed her companion was prepared to get going, the shecat spun around deftly, her paws tracking the familiar paths from camp and into the territory with ease. Soon the pair were free of the shadowy confines of camp and into the sunlit world of RidgeClan territory. The soft wind rustled her silky fur, but she felt reasonably warm and with melodic birdsong soundtracking their movements, it was a tranquil and beautiful morning. Until the rebellion, the young shecat had never truly appreciated just how beautiful her home was, the war her father had raged upon it seemed to have stolen all of its majesty. Now peaceful times had fallen upon their little portion of the world, life in general seemed better. Life was different now; better - and it had been for a while. But Copperstar doubted she would ever get used to it. Shaking her head of the thoughts, hoping her companion hadn’t noticed the tension that had worked its way through her slender frame as they had been speaking. She spoke with her usual confident and neutral tone, as though nothing had been crossing her mind as she spoke. “Where do you feel like going?” She queried. Anything to fill the silence that now seemed to be shaking through her very bones.
Whereabouts, With Finchstripe, Dawnrise , EmbershardTwitching an eyebrow to the warrior, the handsome tom simply nodded his head. Not usually one to run errands like such, but it seemed like the warrior wasn’t in much of a mood to be particularly active himself. He felt the quicker they ate the quicker they would be able to get out of camp and moving, thus he lifted himself to his paws and retreated from the shadows of the warriors den. Senses focused on the fresh kill pile, in an attempt not to think about what he had just seen Finchstripe go through. Weaving through camp as it grew busier, seemingly coming to life now that the sun was rising overhead making sleeping near impossible. He nodded quiet greetings to the handful of cats who took the time to great him, fortunately not an overly massive number. Readhing the freshkill pile, the offerings pitiful and bordering on stale, he huffed a sigh as he began searching through the pile for something half edible. Eventually deciding that the pair of juvenile rabbits would provide a reasonable meal until the pair were able to bring home something more appealing, he lifted the pair up carefully by the fluffy ears, they had gone cold overnight but the smell was still tantalising. Returning to Finchstripe with a trot to his gait and a twitch to his tail, depositing the pair at his companions side, and settling down with a sigh. Quick to begin making his way through the prey, it’s taste soon leaving him feeling full of warmth and satisfied of his hunger within a handful of bites. “Where do you want to go?” He asked following a swallow, eager to get going but thankful for the chance to eat.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 24, 2019 11:28:44 GMT -5
(Hey everyone, hopping on the computer to respond now)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 24, 2019 11:41:43 GMT -5
Sunpatch - - In Camp - - With Stormthistle - - @necordancer
Not having a very keen ability to pick up on social ques, the little deputy thought that Stormthistle was being honest with her. Although perceptive in the ways of combat, she didn't notice the way he was putting less weight on one of his paws, and the very slight quake to his back legs. Call it a fault of her upbringing, but Sunpatch simply gave the best sort of smile (which to her face, which had no idea HOW to smile) turned into a sort of grimace. "Great. I knew you'd be feeling better, RidgeClan's strongest warrior can't be held down for long." Sunpatch praised, then began to take a couple steps toward the exit of camp. She didn't give him long to reflect on the strange compliment from the deputy however, as she then began to say; "Well, if that's the case than I have need of you. Kindlespark said he tasted some faint trails of fox near the southern border while he was hunting last night. We cleared out the badgers, let's see if we have some vixens to handle." As she explained, Sunpatch turned around to look at him once more. "I thought I would only bring you, as we have no plans to engage the foxes this patrol, we are simply checking if the source was reliable. Are you up to it?" The way she asked the question felt as though Stormthistle couldn't back down, even if we wanted to... Maybe it was because of the curt, one-note tone of her voice, or the fact the words were coming from the deputy herself.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 24, 2019 17:22:46 GMT -5
Whereabouts, With Sunpatch, 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ , stormthistleGrateful that he’d managed to get away with the blatant lie, the older warrior was not the particularly silver tongued even at the best of times, and he knew getting caught in a complete lie in the face of his deputy was likely not the sharpest of ideas. But the tension released from his shoulders when it seemed that his promises had been accepted as honesty. Then it came back to bite him in the tail. His initial thought was to refuse and request that somebody else be sent in his place, let someone else be the punching bag of the territory for the morning. But the pride of Stormthistle was his downfall, and something about the polite request of the deputy made it difficult for him to refuse. Had it been possible her compliment would have left him blushing, instead it left him with notable warmth flooding to his ears, and he pointedly found himself avoiding eye contact for a heartbeat. This shecat is going to get me killed, a quiet sigh pulled free of his lips. “Whatever you need of me, Sunpatch.” He replied; the faithful and persistent warrior, even if it would be the death of him one day. “Always at your service,” he allowed himself the slightest hint of sarcasm to his tone of voice, but kept his expressions stoic and unreadable. His usual mask. Lifting himself to his paws, now the difference in their heights more notable as he towered above her almost by a full head. He turned his gaze upon he with a questioning burn to his eyes. “Shall we get going?” He’d known this shecat as a kitten, and it would always be weird to him when referring to her as his superior. But he was eager to get going, and knew to be polite even where it felt bizarre.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 24, 2019 17:55:40 GMT -5
Sunpatch - - Leaving Camp - - With Stormthistle - - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Sunpatch nodded, proud that he was up to go, and carrying a reinvigorated pride in her own clan. The smaller warrior trotted with him, her staying in his shadow that swept to the right with the rising sun. Their paws carried them outside the cavern's face, now the sun's rays could shine fully upon them. From this altitude they could see almost the entire territory, from the meadows, to the lake - where the reported foxes were scented. The air was clean up here, the wind carrying the smell of the forest. She could see the distant bodies of Ridgeclan's leader and Stoneclaw making their way deeper into he territory, likely on a hunting expedition. "Ladies first," Sunpatch pat Stormthistle on the shoulder with her tail, beckoning him down the mountains' slopes with a teasing tone to her voice. As Stormthistle turned to look at her, he saw not a smile on her voice, but a playful twinkle in her eye.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 24, 2019 18:16:16 GMT -5
Whereabouts, With Sunpatch, 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ , stormthistle The toms response was a deep and reverberating growl, a threatening sound to come from such a large, muscular and outright intimidating tom cat. Skills in battle that had been veteranned by war; he wasn’t someone would willingly mess with. It was fortunate, then, that practically for the first time in history, he was being playful. “I’d mind your tongue,” he replied, muscles rippling as his long legs propelled him persistently forward, “Given I’ve been serving my clan since you were still suckling at your mothers side,” there was truth in what he said. He had been alive a long time, and whilst he hated to admit it he didn’t feel as young as he once had. Body aching for longer, taking longer to heal, war hash taken its toll even with peace upon them at last. He envied younger cats in a way, not only for their youth but their innocence in a way. He had seen too much for his moons, and it left him tired before his moons should have allowed it. Following with quiet caution, his paws finding their purchase with relative ease as they descended the familiar paths of their home. Eyes narrowed with careful concentration, as he moved. Nostrils flared in the off chance they found prey on their way, not the intention of their trip true enough, but he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity should it offer itself.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 24, 2019 18:40:52 GMT -5
Sunpatch - - Heading for Blossom Lake - - With Stormthistle - - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Sunpatch knew his words were true, she was astoundingly young to be the leader of RidgeClan, something that she knew some of her clan mates must have been weary about. Stormthistle would have made a better choice, the wizened and battle hardened warrior seemed to understand more about clan life than she did - Sunpatch couldn't shake the feeling that part of that reason was because of his clan-blood, where as Sunpatch's was... tainted. And yet, Copperstar had made the decision to go with her anyway. The small tortoiseshell could remember Stormpaw becoming Stormthistle. He was a good many moons ahead of her in age, if the molly were anymore playful she would have made some joke calling him an elder, but she respected his age, and respected him. She was so caught in her own thoughts that it took her a second to catch up to him, making her way down the slippery, cool rock face with less than divine grace. She stumbled here and there, her claws having to catch onto the rock face to prevent herself from tumbling. But, eventually, she fell into a comfortable stride, bounding down the mountain side in long hops until she was at the bottom. The grass meeting her paws was a welcome feelings, she took a small comfort in sinking her claws into the dirt. The wind carried them to the direction of the Blossom Lake. The small molly turned to watch Stormthistle make his last few steps down, and land beside her. "It's curious - most toms your age already would have had two, maybe three litters by now. I hope my question isn't too intrusive, I mean no disrespect, but I just wondered why you haven't courted anyone." Her words were chosen carefully, and yet she still didn't feel confident saying them out loud. Her ears twitched downward, feeling hot with embarrassment, she hoped she didn't sound awkward...
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 24, 2019 19:11:10 GMT -5
Whereabouts, With Sunpatch, 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ , stormthistleA mixture of older joints and general achiness left the handsome tom trailing in the deputies footsteps, but he made no efforts to keep up better. Longer legs allowing him to traverse the territory with greater ease, but he kept his steps careful and certain. By the last handful of pawsteps however, he had grown cautious and ended up having to work extra hard in order not to skid down the remaining foxlengths between him and his deputy. Coming to a stop beside her, shaking his thick fur out in order to free it of the twigs and burrs that had accumulated in it over the short period of their journey. Admittedly, the question caught him off guard. Looking at her with a twitch of his ears, to anybody else he might have cuffed them across the ears, but he remained stationary for the time being. Tilting his head as he watched her; contemplative for a heartbeat as though trying to decide what his answer was going to be. For a heartbeat or too, he tried to decide for himself what the answer was going to be. In the end, a rare thing occurred, the older tom chose to be honest. “War isn’t a brilliant place to raise kittens,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, gaze becoming distant as he looked away. A quiet sorrow overtaking his demeanour, wrapping his tail around his muscled form. “It might be over, but that kind of habit is a difficult one to break,” Stormthistle’s gaze dropped to the ground now. “For a lot of us, the war will never be over.”
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 24, 2019 19:26:21 GMT -5
Sunpatch - - Heading to Blossom Lake - - With Stormthistle - - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Sorrowful clarity dawned on Sunpatch as the handsome tom spoke. She lowered her head, hardened gaze meeting the grass. She knew what he meant... Hazefall had raised her alone during the thick of the war, truly, these last few moons were the only time Sunpatch knew peace - and even then, she didn't know what to do with it. It was scary growing up knowing some of your clan mates, and being only a kit when you found out there were dead. What is a kit supposed to think in those moments? Stormthistle had every right to think what he did, in fact, now that she thought about it, that might be the reason she was so hesitant to even become close to someone else. And although times were peaceful, one can never get over the fear that times of trouble might come again any day. She had thought about his words for a long moment, leaving a silence between them that pervaded the air, and yet it didn't feel awkward, instead it felt almost necessary. Finally, the small tortoiseshell suddenly placed her paw on the top of Stormthistles. She raised her head to meet the tom's eyes - and for just a moment was breath taken by the sharp, bright blue gaze, like ice piercing into her. The touch was a motion of comfort, silent, and yet clear in it's intentions. She was here for him, she understood, and she was sorry that she asked such a personal question... Sunpatch still said nothing, and so the silent, somewhat nervous moment between them continued for some time more...
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 24, 2019 19:32:37 GMT -5
Sorry cac But I’m knackered, good night I’ll continue tomorrow
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 24, 2019 19:33:35 GMT -5
(Lol no problem c: Night!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 25, 2019 8:07:41 GMT -5
Good morning! On with replying as soon as I can!
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 25, 2019 9:12:59 GMT -5
(Morning! c: I have work today so it will be a while before I can respond. D: )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 25, 2019 9:18:27 GMT -5
No worries, I’ll get on with it when I can, had a packed day
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