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Post by rose on Sept 5, 2019 7:48:10 GMT -5
hey sand, just wanted to let you know that her name is cypresswhisper, not whisker haha
anyone want to rp?
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 5, 2019 10:46:01 GMT -5
[ I feel like this isn't allergies as more symptoms develop. Like do allergies give you chest congestion? ] ._.
Mudpaw with Badgerleap [ -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 ] The young tom didn't notice his mentor's approach until the tom was right besides him. Mudpaw was still fascinated by watching the territory from his position on top of camp. Badgerleap's yawn made him jerk and glance towards the older tom with large, owlish eyes. "Morning," Mudpaw echoed back and uncoiled his tail from his paws to flicker it at Badgerleap. He twitched his whiskers and glanced back down into the forest, "As long as we aren't in the wind," Mudpaw muttered in a joking tone and fluffed up his fur as another chilly breeze come around. He would follow wherever Badgerleap lead.
Mudpaw pushed himself to his paws and gave his fur a slight shake, almost like he thought it would help shake off the chill. "Where are we heading first?" he asked, turning his inquiring gaze back to Badgerleap. His amber eyes were bright with excitement, Mudpaw did love training unlike some other... lazy apprentices.
[ also does poppy have a good relationship with his kits, Sand?
and you are fine, Ross. I don't expect perfection from anyone c; the only thing I will ever get annoyed at is one/two liners. ]
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Sept 5, 2019 16:17:48 GMT -5
I'll try to finish Grasspaw and my warrior this weekend. I've been distracted or busy, Sand. ;3;
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Sept 5, 2019 18:17:41 GMT -5
[ Will get in a reply eventually uwu
I think, technically, have Honeyshade open, if anyone wants to reply to her starter ]
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Post by Sand on Sept 5, 2019 18:31:12 GMT -5
[ Rose - aaa, I’m sorry; I’ll fix it as soon as I have a chance Silvercreek/Rain - all good <33 take your time! ]
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Post by graygoyle on Sept 6, 2019 1:01:04 GMT -5
Smokebreath finds his daughter, Honeyshade (-` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 )
Waking with a start, Smokebreath roared to life like the engine of a tired beater. He was twice as rusty. As he stretched out his spindly legs, they cricked and cracked in places Smokebreath did not think possible until he reached his ninetieth moon when his toes started snapping in a funny way. As an elder, he discovered knew aches in his joints and clicks in his bones almost daily; that was his dose of excitement, usually. His amber eye blazed through the darkness of the den. The other remained a milky bulge, sitting motionlessly in a frame of scars on his narrow face, useless. Soft snores and grunts surrounded him, unbothered by his noisy emergence from his nest. His nest. Smokebreath's nostrils flared at the smell of it. While the moss was not sodden with... unbecoming body fluids or rot with the stench of death like some of the older, more decrepit cats, it still had a musty odor that Smokebreath couldn't shake. Was it him? Or just the ripeness in the air emanating from a cluster of elderly animals?
Grumbling to himself, he left his lifeless company, only to realize his limbs didn't feel like cooperating today. Smokebreath raised his chin nonetheless, exiting the suffocating shadows to greet the morn. Fresh air did well for his tired lungs; he wheezed in a deep breath with a toothy grin. His teeth were cracked and blackened by moons of bloodstains, yet still managed to keep their lethal glint. Walking with a lean, his stiff legs made it feel like he was saddled with wood for legs. He limped to the entrance of MothClan camp, which beckoned his still-sharp senses.
Sure enough, he found his daughter.
"Honeyshade," he greeted. His voice was a gravelly croak. It sounded as if his throat was composed of sandpaper. Smokebreath was cursed with his rasping voice since birth. No amount of honey could soothe his windpipe (though he pretended it was working as a kit in order to get more helpings of the sweet remedy). "You're up and at'em, eh?" He smirked, his one good eye rolling to the dead bird in her grasp. The other eye was as still as a moon on his face and just as white. "Look-ee there, is that bit for me?"
Smokebreath limped closer to his daughter, aware of the groan in his empty stomach. The closer he got, the better his one good eye could get a look at Honeyshade. She had her mother's looks, thankfully. If she ended up looking like him, she'd be doomed to wear a dull black pelt peppered with gray (another curse at birth... what kit sprouts gray hairs at three moons, anyway?). Sure, his rugged look made for a handsome young tom, but no one could deny his mate was the better looking of the two. Now, he looked more like a washed up opossum with a bad eye. He didn't age well...
Even being half-blind, Smokebreath noticed his daughter's latent fatigue. "Somethin' ailing you, Hon'? Is it a tom?" The straggly fur along his neck prickled dangerously. He curled a lip unveiling his thorn-sharp blackened teeth. "I can tear into 'im, if you'd like. No daughter o' mine is gonna get knocked around be some wack-o tommy."
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Post by Sand on Sept 11, 2019 15:08:50 GMT -5
[ finally back, I’m sorry for the long hiatus. Rainleaf (formerly Silvercreek) has revoked her claims as she’s going on hiatus for a bit. So, her claims will now open and be available to whoever comes along.
For Blaze ;; yes, I’d say he does. He might be more distant now due to the illness but he’ll probably try to spend more time with them. ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 11, 2019 21:07:24 GMT -5
[ awesome, sounds like a plan. I like to typically have some idea of my character's background c:
I believe I have Raggedfinch open if anyone wants to roleplay. ]
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Post by Sand on Sept 11, 2019 21:37:13 GMT -5
[ I'm probably going to move Poppystar around along w/ Fisherpaw (in rp) so we don't get held up anywhere ]]
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Post by graygoyle on Sept 11, 2019 21:50:30 GMT -5
(( i have murkstorm and thornpaw open. i'll post a starter soon for thornpaw if someone wants to reply to her. ))
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Post by Sand on Sept 11, 2019 22:20:18 GMT -5
[ sure, I'll reply to that ^^ ]
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Sept 11, 2019 22:57:48 GMT -5
AHHHH I PROMISE I’LL GET STUFF UP SOON
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 12, 2019 12:46:05 GMT -5
howdy ya'll! I have helleborepaw open if anyone would want to hang out with them c:
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 12, 2019 13:09:07 GMT -5
[ ragged is a 100% a good boi, if you want to roleplay with him. <3
I will work on a starter for him.]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 12, 2019 13:20:41 GMT -5
Raggedfinch [ open ] Raggedfinch's gaze drifted around camp, a soft hum escaping from the lean tom. He briefly wondered where his kits were at. He knew that Fisherpaw always enjoyed sleep, so it was likely that the young tom was still fast asleep within the apprentice den. Maskpaw was a bit difference from her brother but he couldn't see her in camp anywhere.
He let out a soft sigh and padded deeper into camp, heading towards the middle of camp. Figuring, he would find a patrol getting together there. Raggedfinch always liked to volunteer. He was rather active in his role as both a warrior and a father.
Raggedfinch thought about visiting his mate but knew she probably wouldn't want him coddling her. She did great with their first litter, although the reddish brown couldn't help but worry about the second litter that was going to be coming soon. Raggedfinch hoped they were going to be just as easy to raise as Maskpaw and Fisherpaw were.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 12, 2019 13:21:27 GMT -5
Oh hello Blaze!! It’s been a long time! I’d love to hang out with the good boy. Hellebore is a bit of an oddball though but it’ll make for something interesting!! I’m currently in class but when I’m done I’ll send a reply c:
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 12, 2019 13:27:36 GMT -5
[ hi coco! <333 I know! I probably haven't talked to you since like 2016- early 2017?? I am bad at remembering how long time passes. xD
good, ragged is good boi. he will probably like hellebore!
no worries, here in a little bit, I will probably have to leave to go farming. We are making hay bales. That is going to take up most of my day & night. ]
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 12, 2019 13:30:18 GMT -5
Something like that yeah! It’s been so longgg. Glad to be back into the swing of things at the moment though.
Good luck with the hay! I’ll reply soon as I can c:
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 13, 2019 12:02:39 GMT -5
![](https://i.imgur.com/Q8nymnD.jpg) There is a kind of chill in the air, of course the kind that comes with the territory of it being leaf-fall-and-all. But even moreso, it seems to have permeated the constellation of cats, gathered deep in the marrow of their bones, leaving them cold.
Leaving them shivering.
Perhaps not just because of the breeze that caressed silken tease across their spines, no, that was only part of it, right? There was something else going on, wasn't there? Even if they didn't know. Even if they didn't understand. There was a lingering sense of else amongst them all, like setting eyes on a wonderfully plump mouse. Digging your claws in, prepared to eat-
Only to find the flesh infested with maggots.
No one said it out loud, not yet. But they would, eventually, he was sure of that. But, for now, he sat hunched and awake, in body and mind, limbs like a skeletal knot of brambled briars, like the spindly fingers of leaf-barren trees reaching towards the sky in heaving juts. More a creature than a cat. That's the way they'd always been, ever since birth. After all, their sister got the sweet-hearted name- sunflower, warm-petaled and happy.
While he got hellebore, a plant known for its red-stained black flowers.
He supposed he looked the part nowadays.
And Raggedfinch was certainly looking the part of the concerned father. Yes, his dear one was caught up in the throughs of yet another pregnancy (they couldn't fathom why you'd even want the first one), and the tom still looked like his nerves were crackling a touch at the edges, fraying into little hairs like unwinding twine. Part of it amused them. The other part simply confused- if they could muster the interest in it.
" It's going to get colder. "There was something in the apprentice's voice that seemed out-of-place, a tone almost always hinging on strange to listen to. Just like the barren trees he looked like, he sounded like- a rasping, crackling thing was his voice, creaking with the weight of his own words across the tongue. Throaty, alive but dead at the same time. There was potential in their voice to be pleasant- and it did, when he was singing.
But, for now, he contented being an old tree.
Looked at Raggedfinch with those dark, light, paradoxically lively-dead eyes, and said nothing more.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 14, 2019 14:15:08 GMT -5
OOC ➺ Hello!
RP ➺
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 14, 2019 22:34:08 GMT -5
Raggedfinch & Helleborepaw [ ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » ] One of Raggedfinch's ears twitched as a rasping voice hit his ears. His green gaze flickering towards the lanky apprentice. He couldn't help but feel a soft pang of sympathy for the young tom whenever he say him. Helleborepaw and Sunflowerpaw's parents were long since deceased. And it was always apparent that Raggedfinch had a bleeding heart when it came to his clan, especially the younger generation.
The reddish brown tom lifted his muzzle higher into the air, and took a deep breath. Inhaling the the cool, crisp area. It felt a little different within his lungs and he knew that Helleborepaw was correct. Raggedfinch's ears twitched again as he listened to the howling out of the wind outside of the gully. Patrols would be fun today, he thought with a twitch of his whiskers.
"Yes," Raggedfinch agreed as he shifted on his paws. "The wind is only going to get more chilly," he meowed, passive expression flickering across his face. It wasn't that he didn't like the cold weather but he disliked the struggles that leafbare would bring with it.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 15, 2019 19:19:19 GMT -5
OOC ➺ Hello ^^ Does anyone want to rp?
RP ➺
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Post by Sand on Sept 15, 2019 19:27:43 GMT -5
[ sure! ^ ]
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 15, 2019 19:40:33 GMT -5
OOC ➺ what characters do you have open?
RP ➺
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Post by Sand on Sept 15, 2019 19:47:19 GMT -5
[ Fisherpaw & Poppystar are open ^^ ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 15, 2019 21:10:22 GMT -5
[ Sorry, I don't have any open cats, Bun </3 ]
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Post by rose on Sept 15, 2019 22:55:18 GMT -5
ive got all of mine (cypresswhisper, rainwillow and brackenpaw open rn!))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 16, 2019 14:39:14 GMT -5
OOC ➺ rose Hey! are you the same rose from Aetherclan? Would you like to rp with Cypresswhisper and Ivyshade?
Sand How does Poppystar and Batblossom sound? RP ➺
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Post by rose on Sept 16, 2019 14:41:11 GMT -5
yep, that's me! that clan was a lot of fun :-)
sounds good! are you good to write the starter, or would you like me to?
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 16, 2019 15:10:27 GMT -5
OOC ➺ Haha yes It was fun! Also, it's nice to see you again. Would you mind posting a starter? Also sorry for the late reply, I'm revamping some stuff on my clan.
RP ➺
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