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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 26, 2019 17:00:01 GMT -5
Landed! WiFi is pretty good but might still be poofy so bare with
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Post by lunamoon on Aug 28, 2019 8:59:14 GMT -5
(( Anyone here? ))
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 28, 2019 11:55:04 GMT -5
Stormstar “You never know,” he responded though his tone was clearly playful as he began to lead the way out of camp. “If he can’t be bothered to rise with the sun, he quite frankly doesn’t deserve the role of deputy,” Stormstar’s whiskers spteitched with amusement, his fondness for the deputy well known. The pair set off at a comfortable pace, no pressure of conversation between them though the dark furred tom rarely found the need to strike up unnecessary or needless socialisation. Yet the shecat’s boldness had sparked a quiet curiosity in him, not one that he was ever likely to admit aloud, but one that had begun to burn all the same. Tracing the familiar tracks of his homeland, the pair wove throughout the steep territory in the effortless comfort of eachother’s company. The scents of the Grove lacing his tongue as it came within their proximity. His ears pricked forward, the soft call of birdsong now backtracked their movements, a gentle breeze left their fur a bristle. ”How about a small bet?” The Leader questioned with a flick of his tail, the Grove quickly upon them. “Whoever brings back the most prey gets...” he trailed off; uncertain, or perhaps merely offering a challenge to his clanmate. “Well I guess what we win doesn’t matter that much, given its almost certain I will win,” Stormstar finished after a heartbeat. His gaze burning with laughter and anticipation. It might have seemed bizarrely apprentice like coming from the muscular Stormstar, but he was a cat who enjoyed competition. And after the tension. Of the last couple of says it would do him good to rid his bones of pent up energy and frustrations. Dawnprowl Spiderwhisker and Featherwhisker
Cringing a little at having been caught smiling by the warrior, she wasn’t sure quite what caused her grief, but the need to mourn was intrinsic and frustrating. Perhaps it wasn’t the death of something that saddened or worried her, rather the loss of peace that made smiling seem foreign to the pretty calico. And she had expected to be scolded by Featherwhisker for her misstep by grinning like a kitten in the face of conflict of her Clan. Casting her gaze to her black and orange paws, she listened with a twitch of her ears but otherwise said nothing for the time being. Ears growing warm at the realisation the two toms expected her to be the leader, it had merely been a suggestion and it hadn’t been intention to take the head of it. Biting back the nerves that had risen to the back of her throat, she forced away the initial uncertainty that flickered through her system and this uncomfortable discovery. You are a warrior, act like one. She scolded herself inwardly, straightening as best as she could in hopes of looking less like a panicked apprentice on their first journey out of camp. Glancing from companion to companion, she took in a deep breath and resposded quietly. “It sounds good to me,” she replied with as much persuasion to her tone as she could manage to elicit. “Shall we get going?” She asked tilting her head to the side, her gaze flicking in the direction of the Frozen Brook and the territory that lingered beyond.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 29, 2019 15:49:59 GMT -5
Stormstar The amused grin that was slowly spreading across his black and white splotched expression could only be accurately described as being one of pure mischief and delight at the acceptance of his offer. Plumed tail twitching from side to side, the anticipation of competition now burned through the leader’s veins, and it wasn’t going to be something he would lose easily. The offer of a bet was a tantalising one, and one he would do everything in his power to succeed in. “Hmm, I wouldn’t be so sure,” his tone was laced with a playful arrogance. Lips already parted in the search of prey, “Just don’t come crying when I prove just how sincerely wrong you were.” Without another word, the tom was off into the undergrowth, moving with surprising quiet given the bulk of his stature. Soon disappearing amidst the foliage in search of his first kill.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 29, 2019 16:39:49 GMT -5
Youd be welcome to Moon, but if you don’t mind could you possibly provide a roleplay sample with your form?
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Non-binary
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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 Aug 29, 2019 21:43:10 GMT -5
{Robinsplash} Of course the she-cat wouldn't let him have the last word but when she opened her mouth he was long gone. She grumbled to herself, not angry with him but with herself for not being more quick thinking, before getting to her paws and heading out. She could still scent the mouse from earlier but the trail was growing staler with each passing heartbeat for her, she would need to make a move in quickly if she were to succeed in this catch. She crouched down, careful to not alarm it, and stalked off after it in a half hop/half walk style while watching her pawsteps. She finally could hear it not too far off, skittering about under the grass in search of it's own meal. Her eyes scanned the mixture of dirt and grass for him, hoping she could spot the unlucky creature before it could see her. She caught line of it in no time, it's back turned the other way as it dipped back and forth from the ground. Her heart skipped a beat, like it always did when she saw a prey this close. She would have to land this perfectly...she could do this. She slowly brought herself forward, careful to sway the grass too much beside her to make it sound like anything but the wind. When she could see the individual fur's on it's back she made her leap. She landed square on top of it and brought her mouth down to bring forth the final kill. It's struggle was short lived as she dropped it off at her paws with pride, she was already doing so well for the clan!
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 29, 2019 21:52:34 GMT -5
Spiderwhisker noted the small smile Dawnprowl gave before quickly going back to her worried frown. He hoped the hunting trip would get her mind off of last night's events, at least. He especially didn't want her to feel like she had to run off again. But he also wasn't sure how to talk with her without being... weird. He gave her a nod and a quick smile before heading out of the camp, making sure the tom and she-cat were still with him.
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Post by rose on Aug 30, 2019 1:42:35 GMT -5
alright, things are a little less.. hectic today, i guess. i'm baking a cake, so once I get that in the oven I'll finish up my forms.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 30, 2019 2:12:08 GMT -5
In that case there’s a new requirement for joining, send me some of that cake XD
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 30, 2019 19:41:12 GMT -5
Eversnow with Sagepaw
Eversnow picked up a plump mouse. She could feel her stomach rumbling in anticipation and her mouth started to water. She trailed after the acolyte. She twitched her whiskers in amusement at Sagepaw's words. A little bit of prey never hurt anyone.
Eversnow settled down where Sagepaw close. She sat down gently to avoid disturbing her kits. They seemed to have quieted down for the moment and she was grateful. Being actively kicked wasn't what Eversnow thought expecting was going to feel like.
Eversnow twitched her tail, "How is your training going?" she meowed after she took a bite. She wasn't sure that the healer had Sagepaw currently working on.
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Post by rose on Aug 31, 2019 6:39:19 GMT -5
Dapplefeather Being a calico, the she-cat's pelt starts out as primarily white, though is spotted (or, "dappled", if you will), with large patches of ginger and black. Described as quite the pretty molly, her fur is long, and fairly feathery - though, behind closed doors, is quite the hassle to keep managed. Her features are on the softer side, with her eyes following suit - a pale green gaze meets any who have the pleasure of speaking with her. Her left ear is almost covered all the way (save for the back), with black, while a stripe of ginger runs down her face. Her nose is a dark shade of pink - quite the contrast in comparison with her eyes. Though naturally kind-hearted, Dapplefeather has a tendency to think far after she begins to speak. Though she doesn't get "angry", she always makes it a point to point out the error in her patients' ways - and seeing one cat come into her den multiple times a moon will spark that part of her even more. She's always been a "motherly" sort of cat - originally having trained as a warrior acolyte, she'd often look to the nursery, longing for the days where she'd get to bask in the warmth with her own kits surrounding her. It wasn't until she was badly injured in a training session where she realized that being a warrior was simply not for her. Though she adores her craft, and ambition to be a fantastic medicine cat consistently clouds her mind, Dapplefeather sometimes can't help but to long for that part of her again. Now, she treats Sagepaw as if she were her own kin - purely a source of missing what could have been. rose Healer open to kin A night without stars
Timbershade Timbershade is a muscular, sleek dark brown tom with piercing amber eyes. In a lack of good lighting he appears nearly black; his tail is long, and though his appearance may be plain, his personality is not. Despite his somewhat intimidating appearance, the tom is quite the softie. He often spends time in or around the nursery, and he’s always first to offer to help if any cat needs it - especially Dapplefeather or Sagepaw. Though his kindness shines even brighter to the healers, Timbershade is a skilled warrior. He was always one to make it a point to listen closely to his mentor, and he made sure to not forget any of the skills he’d learned. He hopes to be lucky enough to have an apprentice one day and pass that knowledge forward, but for now, all he can do is help the queens with their kits - the future warriors of VergeClan. He hopes to father kits one day as well. Timbershade is able to enjoy the finer things in life and make fun of himself - though when situations get darker, he’ll try and use humor to get out of it, afraid that if he speaks his truths then they’ll become just that - true. His personality can sometimes come off as flirty, though commitment is something that he struggles with - afraid of getting too close, because at some point, the cat that was his everything could somehow become a stranger. rose Warrior Open to anything
Brackenpaw Brackenpaw is a short furred, dusty brown tabby tom with light blue eyes, flecked throughout with spots of green - almost reminiscent of sea glass. His pelt is primarily his darker shade of brown - it covers the entirety of his tail, and the majority of his flank. When he was born, he was definitely the runt of his litter, and growing up, he certainly retained this smaller build. Brackenpaw is a sweet tom - seemingly lacking a single bad bone in his small body. Though snide remarks will occasionally go through his head, the tom could never bring himself to say them. Despite his kindness, the tom has difficulty staying focused; he’s often distracted by the little things - a branch falling or a stone that seems to be slightly out of place. He enjoys making friends, and will speak to and make a point out of being kind to even those uninterested. He carries a large sense of charm and most can’t help but to be swayed by him, while his ambition and loyalty is almost unmatched. The impressions he makes on others are very important to him - if he thinks he's messed up, he'll drop almost everything to right his mistakes. rose Acolyte Open to anything
Cypresswhisper Gifted with a long, silver, feathery tabby pelt - Cypresswhisper is quite the looker. Her pelt is adorned with dark gray stripes, though for some reason, they seem to stop abruptly just before her tail - and her tail is simply silver. A dark pink nose sits on her face, though that is most definitely not what others are focused on when they see her; her eyes are the stars of the show. Though a soft blue-green, those eyes carry a form of mystery with them - a certain allure. The she-cat is gifted with quite the silver tongue - and it's a gift that she's far from unwilling to use. Manipulation dances throughout her words, and, when paired with her immense stubbornness and the strong desire to get what she wants, she is quite the charmer. Though sometimes unkind, Cypresswhisper makes it a point to be liked by all her Clanmates - not just a need for personal gain, but because she has a deeper underlying insecurity of the way others view her. Despite being quite the charismatic cat and going out of her way to speak to others, the she-cat values her own kin above all. rose Warrior Possibly Stormstar's sister? The Dark
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 31, 2019 7:17:03 GMT -5
I absolutely love them Rose! I love the idea of her being Storm’s sister!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 1, 2019 9:31:43 GMT -5
I’m contemplating making a queen, would anyone want to be the father?
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Post by rose on Sept 1, 2019 9:41:53 GMT -5
ooh I could make one! do you want the sweet, committed fatherly type, or something else?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 1, 2019 9:45:10 GMT -5
Im happy with whatever you feel like making Rose!
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Sept 1, 2019 9:56:08 GMT -5
oh i forgot to ask earlier, rose could timbershade and ravenstrike be siblings? :3c
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Post by rose on Sept 1, 2019 9:58:40 GMT -5
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 1, 2019 10:01:35 GMT -5
Awesome! Sorry for the recent poofiness guys
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 1, 2019 13:51:05 GMT -5
Is anybody about?
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Sept 1, 2019 14:04:19 GMT -5
i am uwu ive still got plenty of cats open
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 1, 2019 14:11:43 GMT -5
I am working on your responses I’ve just been really busy
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Post by lunamoon on Sept 1, 2019 14:59:25 GMT -5
Dawnprowl's rapid change in tone quickly caught the attention of the fluffy tom. Was it because it was early in the morning? Was it the events that happened in camp? Or perhaps, was it her new-found role of patrol leader? His eyes wondered towards Dawnprowl, instinctively studying the she-cat's expression. She seemed tense, quiet, and focused. Should he say something? If he did, what would he even say? Thoughts continued to buzz in his head like an angry wasp nest. His tail flicked. "Yeah. I think that's a good idea." He responded with his eyes focused on the she-cat.
((Sorry! I have been really busy that past couple of days. ))
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 2, 2019 2:54:11 GMT -5
I’m really sorry RD, hope things get better for you soon
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 2, 2019 12:33:12 GMT -5
[ I understand that, RD. I don't see anyone that isn't my family or at the worker at the bar that I go to for taco Tuesday (i love tacos, i'll leave my house for tacos) You can do it! -confetti- ]
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Post by lunamoon on Sept 3, 2019 20:27:55 GMT -5
(( Here ))
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