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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 23, 2019 11:55:49 GMT -5
Oh I'm sorry to hear that RD. Just relax a bit today if you can. Alright wonderful.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 23, 2019 12:03:39 GMT -5
yay! I’m quite excited for kittens
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 23, 2019 12:13:14 GMT -5
[ Hi guys! I am not sure how I am going to be here but anyways, yay kittens! <3 ]
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Post by rose on Aug 23, 2019 12:30:56 GMT -5
RD, would you want to rp Cocoa and Thorn?
Sun and Willow would be fun too, kale
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Post by rose on Aug 23, 2019 12:32:04 GMT -5
im in the hurry of packing at the moment, so starters would be nice from someone. once my flight is over tomorrow, though, i think i’ll be on more but then there are classes :/
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 23, 2019 13:15:10 GMT -5
i have beholder open rose
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 23, 2019 13:19:04 GMT -5
Kale with Vixen & Smoke / camp Kale straightened himself and gave his coat a little shake, even though the shaking did nothing to help the matted fur on his side. He would have groom himself at a later time. He forced his paws to follow Smoke out of the den and tried to stifle another yawn that was escaping from him. If he had it his way, he would still be sleeping.
Kale twitched his whiskers and let out a small laugh at Smoke's teasing words, "I thought you loved hearing their stories, Smoke," he couldn't help but tease back. He cast Hoot a nervous glance as he quickened his gait to reach Smoke's side, he didn't want to be scolded for taking too long. He glanced over at Vixen, "I was thinking prey would be the best bet," he agreed with a small nod. He made a face, "Can you imagine handling prey once we got mouse pile on our paws?" he grumbled in a low voice. The prey would probably taste disgusting. They would definitely have to wash their paws after this. The young tom mirrored Vixen's actions and grabbed a sparrow for the other elder.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 23, 2019 13:35:47 GMT -5
Wren with Saber / Warrior Den A soft grumbling growl was still coming from Wren's chest. The small feline's eyes were practically ablaze. She narrowed her eyes at Saber, watching as the large tom shuffled over more in her direction. I am going to kill him, she thought, feeling her thoughts sizzle. Wren needed her sleep, a nice peaceful sleep with nothing to force her out of it. She hissed at him as he poked back at her. Her creamy fur starting to puff out.
"I could sleep if you would just, argh!" Wren snapped in frustration, batting at the tom again with one of her paws. He was easier to reach now since he moved closer, halfwit, she mused with a tab bit of affection. She did enjoy Saber's company, but not when he woke her up from her dead sleep. "If I go to Storm, I am going to get leaves to stuff down your throat so you don't snore anymore," she grumbled with a lash of her tail. She felt like Storm would help her with this conquest. Hoot and Beholder wouldn't be pleased but this was going to be war. She rolled her eyes at his stupid friendly tone, "My nightmares include your snoring," she meowed, shooting him an annoyed look, "How do you think we should remove the problem?"
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 23, 2019 19:44:14 GMT -5
Vixen [ Camp / Apprentices ]
With her mouth full, Vixen gave Kale a tail flick of amusement. That was true. They would have to wash off their paws but even still. Mouse bile was the worst even its scent was awful. The mouse in her mouth made her stomach growl. It would be nice to eat but Hoot had made it clear the elders were first before she would get the chance. The female padded softly over to the dark den, snores coming from inside and she set the mouse down. Glancing back at the other two, she paused.
"Taz? Grouse?" Vixen called from the outside, not wanting to enter without permission of the older cats. It was a few seconds, there was a shifting of paws and a harsh meow from Taz. The older cat had come to the Circle as a kittypet but with the heart of a warrior. Taz had a nasty tongue and was as friendly as an adder. Vixen swished her tail, "Oh great. She's already mad at me." She grumbled picking the mouse back up and walking into the den.
Saber [ Camp / Wren ]
Saber blinked again. Wren was mad at him? Oh he knew he snored, it was loud and even Beholder had come to him to complain. But there wasn't anything to do about it. Storm had tried but nothing would fix it. His ears twitched with embarrassment. He didn't want to disturb his fellow warriors when they slept. They needed it. What could he do? Wren's blazing eyes, her fur spiking, she had not gotten much sleep due to him. What a mouse brain he was thinking she needed any help with nightmares. With a sigh, Saber pulled his legs under his large body away from the angry female.
"We can remove it by getting you something nice to eat." He suggested calmly, "What sounds good to you?" Saber watched with his dark green eyes, hoping that feeding her would put an end to her little tantrum. Eating always made him feel better!
"I could go for some trout actually. Maybe Beholder will put me on hunting today. I wouldn't mind something relaxing." Saber sighed happily, his mind drifting to the thought of warm forest and the breeze ruffling his fur.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 23, 2019 20:15:16 GMT -5
{Hey gonna work on replying now, but Rose sure they can talk, do you want me post the starter? Also necro if you want the kits born today we can take her back to camp c:}
{Moose} "Why not?" He wondered aloud, his whiskers twitching as he tried to think of the reasoning. He would love to mentor his kit so the idea was lost on him. He turned his head to her, trying to picture their kits. They would at least have a knack towards herbs wouldn't they? He could never be so sure, he didn't inherit most of his parent's personality traits so it seemed to be more of a bet on what they could be. "I know you would be the first to know if you're ill but I can still worry, can't I?" He questioned, licking the top of her head as he finally responded to her last comment. "When do you want to head back to camp, Storm? It's all up to you after all."
{Smoke} She followed Vixen's lead to the prey pile but didn't grab prey as she saw the other's begin to grab some. "Oh their stories are great, but the scolding? Not so much?" Her whiskers twitched in amusement as she replied to Kale, letting a low purr out. She decided she would follow them inside but just check the elder's bedding as they dropped off the prey. That way she wouldn't be completely useless at least. When she reached the inside of the elder's den, she could see the anger in Taz and quickly ducked out of the way, hiding a bit back behind the older's one. I don't know why I'm so scared of some elder's, that's what kits are afraid of!
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Post by rose on Aug 23, 2019 20:18:12 GMT -5
unless you’re busy, rd, i’d love a starter :-) we’re going to the airport in an hour and to be honest, i’m still not fully packed haha
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 23, 2019 20:23:14 GMT -5
“I’m happy enough with the responsibility of nursing and raising them, the idea that I might fail them in that respect is terrifying enough, let alone failing them as a mentor too,” she admitted quietly, a sadness intrinsic to her tone. “There are far more apt warriors in this clan who would do infinitely better jobs,” her reply was honest yet decisive. “I’m very aware you can still worry, if it was a rank in the clan you’d have solidified it as your own long ago,” her reply was accompanied by an affectionate rumbling purr. But as he offered the question, a light twinge inside her flanks caught her attention. Barely noticeable but if she’d have failed to note it she would have been considered a pretty poor healer. Her ears twitched back, a realisation dawning on her but she said nothing. Not wishing to panic her mate needlessly of the fact she was now certain about. Their kits would be here by nightfall. Pushing herself upright with a yawn, her expression its usual playfulness without a hint of worry. “We might as well get going now,” she decided with a shrug of her shoulders. “I need to check on the elders and get those herbs into storage,”
(How are you feeling RD?)
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 23, 2019 20:41:32 GMT -5
{Sickly still, but better I guess lol c: the cold sweats are down which is a plus and right now im in 'not a dizzy spell' time so woo for me}
He gave her an affectionate look when she brought up the very idea she could fail them as a parent or a mentor. "Storm, you will be one of the best queen's and mother's out there. I'm sure of it, with your knowledge of herbs you will know when they are truly sick and hurting, you can ease their mind very easily. You also have me to blame on days things go wrong." He touched his tail to her again, trying to lighten her up now. "As for being a mentor, I doubt you could fail them there if you truly became their mentor. You would excel in showing them the herbs."
When she mentioned heading back now, he brought himself to his paws and picked up the herbs. His mouth was full of borage and he couldn't help scrunching up his muzzle. It wasn't the most unpleasant of smells or taste but it wasn't something he'd go seeking out instead of food in his mouth. He ushered her back the way they came, trying to keep his tail laid over her hip in comfort.
"We shtill needth the junither therries" His mouth was full of herbs and he didn't realize how weird his words would come out, his ears burned but he tried to keep it hidden in his face.
{Cocoa| Outside of the warrior's den } Cocoa wasn't too far from the warrior's den, no she was just outside of it for now. She didn't want to risk going deeper into camp in fear she would be found by Hoot or Beholder. She wanted to spend a few moments cleaning her fur before she went around catching prey or inspecting the borders. Her fur was beginning to clump together in a few spots, probably due to how she slept but it was an easy fix for her. She bit down on the large pieces of fur that were entangled together and worked on loosening them until the fur sprang free. She spit free the fur from her mouth and let out a small purr at the sight of her now somewhat cleaner pelt.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 23, 2019 20:48:49 GMT -5
Her gaze fixed itself on her paws, uncertain of how to respond at first she just smiled a little at his attempts at comforts. The young queen was upinsecure and nervous by nature, and it would take a lot more to convince her she wouldn’t fail as a mother. She lowered her muzzle to press it into the swell of her stomach, allowing a soft purr to reverberate from her chest. “I’m glad someone has faith in my, who knows where I would be without you at my side.” What she said was mostly to herself, but there was a great honesty lacing her voice. Storm hesitated a little at his question, the urge to get back to camp was instinctual and strong, a magnet drawing her to somewhere safe, but she needed the herbs as well. Pushing past her uncertainty, it was on the way anyway. “Yeth,” she replied playfully in spite of her empty mouth. “I neeth the juniper berrieth.” She pressed close to him, cringing a little as the twinging flicked through her once more. “Let’s get going, or I’ll recieve a scathing from Taz.”
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 23, 2019 21:23:00 GMT -5
Distracted by the increasing pain, Storm had stumbled to a stop a little short of the juniper bushes, her breaths gentle pants as she struggled to concentrate on the task at hand whilst conveying nothing of it to her mate. She looked up, contemplating as best as she could in spite of how maddeningly simple her train of thought was right now. The only thought on her mind was camp, she cringed a little as she looked up, a somewhat convincing smile on her tortoiseshell expression. “I’d usually find some ferns, but they’re not really present by the river,” she explained quickly. Her gaze cast around the area, contemplatively, Flinching as she did so But was grateful to notice fallen oak leaves that would do the job more or less as well. She sped forward, grabbing them and returning within the heartbeat, she wrapped the berries up and lifted it with a flick of her tail. “Let’s go?”
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 23, 2019 21:38:54 GMT -5
Storm could sense the increasing panic of her mate, namely because he was about as subtle as a brick wall to the face at the best of times, let alone when he was worried about something, but the shecats calm demeanour didn’t relent. By her reckoning it would help none of them if they were both left in a panic, certainly not the kits who were coming whether they were panicking about it or not. Grateful when she spotted the familiar delapidated form of their camp, the queen kept her pace steady but her ears pricked up at the sight. Her tail flicking from side to side as she managed to stumble into camp, grateful for its familiar confines and the scents flooding the area. This was where she was safest, and the ease which worked through her frame no was less false. The pain was still present, but the calm of home was notable. “Come on,” she said as casually as she could manage. Not wishing to let the entirety of her clan aware of what she was about to go through, something she’d rather do in private if possible. “Let’s get these to my...” her words were cut off as the pain increased until it took her having to stifle the sound in order not to cry out from the intensity of it. “My den,” she continued, trying to 0ay off her hesitation as a coughing fit.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 23, 2019 22:04:58 GMT -5
He narrowed his eyes again but said nothing to her, retreating towards her den with the herbs in tow. When he had them sat down somewhere safe, he turned to go speak to Beholder about wanting her to rest more. He didn't want to exactly tell her what he was doing so he was hoping he could slip by unnoticed...and he hit something. He took a few pawsteps back noticing it was Hoot, she must have followed them inside the den.
"Storm, orders from Beholder. You are to rest now, no more being up on those paws, do you understand?" Her tone left no room to argue but Moose felt a heavy weight from his chest being lifted, his mate would be forced to rest and just in time too. The kits would be here any day, any moment. He awaited Hoot to move away from them but the she-cat remained, her eyes focused on the Healer intently as though she was trying to gauge her reaction.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 23, 2019 22:14:13 GMT -5
Lowering herself into her nest with a yawn, maintaining as much calm as she could manage, she looked up at the sound of the sentinel’s voice. Storm rolled her eyes, sitting up as best as she could manage. The queen regarded Hoot with mild curiosity fir a heartbeat, for the love of the stars can no cat in this circle take a hint, her den suddenly felt crowded and claustrophobic. “There’s no need for the Beholder to worry herself for my sake,” Storm replied quietly, her ears flicking in a sign of discomfort and uncertainty. “I can look after myself, I’m sure she has more important things to worry about,” the latter was spoken through gritted teeth with narrowed eyes. For now she said nothing of her ordeal, isolated in nature she would happily have kitted alone if she didn’t think she’d be scolded for it. The young shecat had always felt out of place amidst the trio of cats at the clans head, and she wasn’t especially comfortable being around the sentinel when she was most vulnerable.
(I’ve moved onto my iPad, so I’m going to just reply here till tomorrow if that’s ok?)
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 23, 2019 22:19:47 GMT -5
{No never, I disallow it. Jk of course necro c: Gives me a bit of space to work on my coding too} Hoot grunted, lightly pushing Moose aside so she could get closer to Storm. "It's strongly suggest for any queen to get off their paws when kits are about to due, are you questioning the knowledge of Beholder?" She narrowed her eyes, her fur rising only slightly. She could feel the presence of Moose coming towards her but she stopped him with her tail, she wouldn't harm Storm. She could never do that in her life, but she wanted the Queen/healer to learn to take orders that were given to her. "I know you think the circle needs you, and we very much do Storm do not get me wrong, but we do not need a healer who is in pain from over exerting herself. You can play tough all you want but we both know how it is for Queens when they reach this stage of expectancy and it's not good."
{Hoot going in for the kill}
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 23, 2019 22:26:11 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed when the sentinel shoved her way into the den without invite, she resisted the growl that tugged to her lips; managing to stifle it carefully. She would stand no chance against the aggressive Hoot if it came down to it, but she would protect her den and her kits to the end. Pushing herself fully to her paws so she stood almost nose to nose with the larger shecat. “Of course not,” her reply was dangerously calm. “Just that I know better than Beholder when it comes to matters of health, given its my actual job. And much like any of us, I’m sure, I will do anything for the circle where needed.” Her tail lashed from side to side, the pain evident in her gaze. She’d do just about anything to get Hoot out of her den. She needed somewhere safe to deliver her kits, and the hotheaded sentinel was making that difficult.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 23, 2019 22:46:14 GMT -5
By now pain was wracking through her endlessly, making remaining in her paws quite the task but she remained unwavering. The young queen and imminent new mother was vulnerable and hurting, and she wasn’t about to let the Sentinel act this way when her kits were on the way. Storm watched Hoot coldly, her breaths coming out in harsh pants but her resolve remained steadfast. “Fine, now unless your injured, or want to be, get out of my den.” She warned lowly, her flanks heaving gently with every breath she took in.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 23, 2019 23:09:10 GMT -5
Hoot hesitated for a more heartbeats before retreating out of the den, leaving Moose with his mate. Moose slowly approached her, putting his nose to her cheek. "Do you want me to stay? I really think I should, Storm..." He trailed off, he didn't want to leave her like this, not right now. He brought himself to the sitting position, hinting that he didn't want to go. He knew that Hoot could survive without him, Beholder also. They could also understand his concern and desire to stay put right now. Storm wasn't looking too hot and it only seemed to be getting worse by the minute.
{Sorry unu I fixed the coding tho kind of, I got a different better image lol}
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 23, 2019 23:13:31 GMT -5
Frustration burned in her gaze as she watched the sentinel retreat at last, the queen turned away with a low grumble, settling back into her nest with a hefty sigh. Thankful to finally get off her paws and concentrate on the task at hand without aggressive shecats crowding her den, she curled into a tight ball, all too aware of the long ordeal she was about to go through. Unhelped by the stress and anger that now courses through her veins, she let out a low whimper of pain, fangs flashing in the dinkight of the den. The queen seemed surprised by her mates offer, most toms were eager to leave the moment labour began; Storm of all cats knew it wasn’t a fun thing to watch a loved one go through. But she was grateful of her mate, she closed her eyes and nodded. “If you want to stay, I’m not going to say no.”
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 23, 2019 23:14:44 GMT -5
Sorry But ive git to go to bed
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 24, 2019 6:32:12 GMT -5
Gritting her teeth, she did what she could to calm herself, comtractions burning through her at an alarming rate, soaking up what little energy she had left after the days exertion. Looking up she tried to concentrate, “Rasberry leaves, I keep a stick nearby bring me that,” Storm stumbled over her words with increasing exhaustion, burrowing her nose into the soft fur of her paws with a quiet groan. She wanted the warmth of her mate beside her as a comfort, there wasn’t much he could do to help but his presence was infinitely helpful.
Bearing down with gritted teeth, the contraction past after what felt like an agonising eternity. “Stars, I have newfound respect for my patients,” she attempted to laugh but the joke fell on dead ears. Storm looked pitiful, sweat matting her silk coat making her look even smaller than usual, spasms wracking through her body once more. The sweet queen looked vulnerable.
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 24, 2019 8:31:47 GMT -5
hello hi. i will be here and on my tumblr rp.
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