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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 30, 2019 11:13:55 GMT -5
i'm so sorry sky, i know that must be awful. <33 obviously i'm gonna tell you to take a break from the forums if you need, but also if you need to talk or just vent or scream endlessly into the void my dms are always open <3
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 11:18:29 GMT -5
Thank you very much, it means a lot and I thought about it, but I think now more than ever I want the mental support the forums brings. So I would really like to RP and get my brain off things. Would you like to RP?)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 11:37:56 GMT -5
Thank you gloaming:) I think that hit me the most is that she was recovering. The surgery was a success, she was perfectly stable, she was going home in 3 days! And then, out of nowhere, she's gone...
And yes please! Would you be able to Start?)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 11:43:22 GMT -5
I can start then, just a heads up that my replies may be short as I am at work)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 11:50:47 GMT -5
Cindercloud returned to camp with two skinny mice in her mouth. It wasn't much, but it was still a successful hunting trip by leaf-bare standards. She sighed softly as she deposited the prey onto the fresh-kill pile. She half-heartedly hoped a patrol would choose her, but she didn't hold out much hope. They never did. The only patrols she went on were the ones she was assigned to by Moonspots. The young she-cat picked out a vole from the fresh-kill pile and took a bite out of it gloomily.
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Oct 30, 2019 12:03:51 GMT -5
i saw you were struggling with names for sun~ you can ignore me if you dont want any suggestions ^^" ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ »
Sunfrost -- lionfrost, if you want to keep the suffix -- lichenfrost // lichenfall -- pinefrost // pinesnow -- rushfrost // rushfall -- adderfrost // adderfern -- bumblefrost // bumbleblaze -- blazefrost // blazestorm -- flarefrost // flaretuft
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Oct 30, 2019 12:18:53 GMT -5
[ I am sorry about your grandma, Sky <3 It always hard to lose family especially when you don’t expect it
Moonspots and Ashwind are my open characters, if anyone wants to claim them for RP ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 12:19:45 GMT -5
I'm so sorry to hear about your grandmother Sky, and I'll hope you accept my most sincere condolensces for both you and your family.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 12:36:37 GMT -5
Thank you, both of you. I just finished speaking with my mom and aunt. She passed surrounded by her children and she didn't suffer. I can only be grateful for that much. And she lived a long, fulfilling life. She was 92 years old.)
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 30, 2019 12:42:00 GMT -5
A clump of ferns sprouting at the base of a tall aspen quivered in the still air. Dovepool froze, her green-blue eyes focused on the shadowy gap among the stems, which revealed a smudge of soft gray. Nothing except the tenseness of her muscles, coiled to spring at a moment’s notice, and the gleam in her eyes, narrowed with determination, betrayed her interest. She gently lowered her sturdy body into a crouch and softly crept forward, putting one gray paw in front of the other, one at a time with painstaking slowness. The scents of wilting, frost-sharpened foliage released into the cold, crisp air were all ignored as she concentrated on the one warm, mouthwatering smell that mattered: mouse! She felt the power flexing in her haunches as she pounced, slamming her paws down on her prey, abruptly cutting off its shriek of terror with a sharp nip to the neck. She felt the mouse’s tiny heart flutter wildly beneath her pawtips, slowly weakening until, with a last faint, throbbing beat, it died out all together. She regarded it with eyes bright with triumph, her tongue swiping a bead of blood off her muzzle. It would make a nice treat for a hungry AshClan cat. As always, the beginning of leaf-fall offered plentiful prey plumped by greenleaf’s abundance, and her Clanmates were round-bellied and well-fed under their thick pelts. Now, as the advent of leaf-bare drew inevitably nearer, the prey was just beginning to dwindle. Dovepool was determined to catch as much prey as she could before the furred and feathered creatures that filled the Clans’ bellies hunkered down for the season. That was something the idiot Moonspots didn’t seem to realize, mouse-brained as he was. Dovepool’s lip curled into a snarl as she thought of the pale, rosetted “deputy”, but she forced herself to shake the thought of him away. She wanted to bring the mouse back still warm and take a little rest before heading out again. Dovepool entered the AshClan camp and headed for the fresh-kill pile, which harbored a few stale pieces of prey from the night before, along with two gristly mice that looked fresher. She balanced her mouse on a thrush’s wing and stepped back, pleased with the effect the appetizing scrap of fur had on the diminished prey heap. Looking around, she spotted CIndercloud hunkered nearby, chewing on a vole with a grimace. Dovepool nodded at the young female and headed over to her, settling down beside her and inquiring in a cordial tone, “How was the hunting?” Cindercloud’s pelt emitted the scent of the frost-sharpened forest, letting Dovepool know that the warrior had recently gone out.
( ~Skyblaze~ )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 12:42:55 GMT -5
I'm glad to hear it, she sounds like a very loved woman
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 12:43:47 GMT -5
Wildbriar did you see my reply on the last page and I'll throw Night at you soon ☾ѕησσzє☽
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 30, 2019 12:45:05 GMT -5
( 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Did in fact, was working on the reply when you tagged me. I love Nightecho already lol)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 12:46:01 GMT -5
(Necro did you want to RP? )
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Oct 30, 2019 12:48:08 GMT -5
- - - - - - She couldn't help but let out a laugh at Magpeflight's cheeky response. Her laugh seemed to echo around the area and her blue eyes held an amused gleam. Stormchime found it easy to relax out here almost like the tension within camp wasn't still bubbling. With Magpie's mischievous energy and Hiddenflame's quiet demeanor, it was easy to feel relaxed.
Flickering her gaze towards Hiddenflame and his catch, she let out a soft sigh. It seemed like she was the only one was worried about making sure the scent markers were stable. Stormchime shifted on her paws and let out a small shrug, "Honestly the longer we can stay out of camp, the more happy I will be," she pointed out with a small snort. Stormchine never had a problem pointing out of the obvious and she wasn't going to sugarcoat this topic. The mottled grey feline knew that if she decided to stay out in the territory all day, she wouldn't be scolded, not with all of the tension brewing within camp.
[ it took me a hot minute to find all of our posts xD not my best work so I am sorry fam </3 ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Oct 30, 2019 12:51:38 GMT -5
[ I am glad she wasn't alone <3.
When my great-grandma died earlier this year, one of the things that made us feel comforted was that one of her granddaughters was with her and she went peacefully. My 2nd cousin said she opened the window and a warm light came in, and it was like grandma knew it was time.
I gotta leave now guys. I will be back later ^^; ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 12:56:43 GMT -5
Did you have anything particular in mind Sky?
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Heterosexual
Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 30, 2019 13:01:12 GMT -5
Sparrowhawk’s ears twitched as Nightecho struck down all his inquiries in the signature deadpan voice she used when she was annoyed. “I just want what’s best for you and our kits,” He responded, touching his tail to her side and running it soothingly along her flank until it reached her distended belly. A small vibration thrummed in his tail-tip; he looked at Nightecho with eyes rounded in surprise and pleasure. “I felt them! I think one of our daughters just kicked you,” he added with a purr. “Wait--why’d they kick so hard? Are the kits coming?" He leaped backwards and stared at Nightecho frantically, waiting for her reaction. He had pestered Driftfall until the tom had schooled him in the art of caring for a queen who was giving birth, but the medicine cat's instructions were rendered useless streams of words tumbling around in his head as panic overtook him. Taking a deep breath, he yowled with all his might, "Driftfall! Palepaw! My kits are comiiiiiiing!"
( 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 13:02:19 GMT -5
I died reading that XD this is my spirit typing.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 13:02:31 GMT -5
(Thank you ap and real </3
And nec, if Magpie is freed up maybe Magpie and Dawn?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 13:04:09 GMT -5
Magpie is still patrolling unfortunately! Sorry Sky, we can definitely do those two soon though! I'll let ☾ѕησσzє☽ reply first if that's ok? Wildbriar
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 13:07:22 GMT -5
A clump of ferns sprouting at the base of a tall aspen quivered in the still air. Dovepool froze, her green-blue eyes focused on the shadowy gap among the stems, which revealed a smudge of soft gray. Nothing except the tenseness of her muscles, coiled to spring at a moment’s notice, and the gleam in her eyes, narrowed with determination, betrayed her interest. She gently lowered her sturdy body into a crouch and softly crept forward, putting one gray paw in front of the other, one at a time with painstaking slowness. The scents of wilting, frost-sharpened foliage released into the cold, crisp air were all ignored as she concentrated on the one warm, mouthwatering smell that mattered: mouse! She felt the power flexing in her haunches as she pounced, slamming her paws down on her prey, abruptly cutting off its shriek of terror with a sharp nip to the neck. She felt the mouse’s tiny heart flutter wildly beneath her pawtips, slowly weakening until, with a last faint, throbbing beat, it died out all together. She regarded it with eyes bright with triumph, her tongue swiping a bead of blood off her muzzle. It would make a nice treat for a hungry AshClan cat. As always, the beginning of leaf-fall offered plentiful prey plumped by greenleaf’s abundance, and her Clanmates were round-bellied and well-fed under their thick pelts. Now, as the advent of leaf-bare drew inevitably nearer, the prey was just beginning to dwindle. Dovepool was determined to catch as much prey as she could before the furred and feathered creatures that filled the Clans’ bellies hunkered down for the season. That was something the idiot Moonspots didn’t seem to realize, mouse-brained as he was. Dovepool’s lip curled into a snarl as she thought of the pale, rosetted “deputy”, but she forced herself to shake the thought of him away. She wanted to bring the mouse back still warm and take a little rest before heading out again. Dovepool entered the AshClan camp and headed for the fresh-kill pile, which harbored a few stale pieces of prey from the night before, along with two gristly mice that looked fresher. She balanced her mouse on a thrush’s wing and stepped back, pleased with the effect the appetizing scrap of fur had on the diminished prey heap. Looking around, she spotted CIndercloud hunkered nearby, chewing on a vole with a grimace. Dovepool nodded at the young female and headed over to her, settling down beside her and inquiring in a cordial tone, “How was the hunting?” Cindercloud’s pelt emitted the scent of the frost-sharpened forest, letting Dovepool know that the warrior had recently gone out.
( ~Skyblaze~ ) (So sorry I totally didn't see this, I'm so stupid ) Cindercloud looked up as she was addressed, blue eyes widening in surprise. This wasn't a very common occurrence to her. "It went well, thank you." She mewed, dipping her head politely and trying to keep any note of surprise from her voice. Most of the prey has gone to ground, but there are still some mice desperate enough to chance acorns." As she spoke, she shifted her position to see the cat she was speaking with, muted ginger and white pelt ruffling against the crisp wind. Dovepool. She was doubly surprised that the former deputy was taking the time to speak with her.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 13:08:23 GMT -5
Magpie is still patrolling unfortunately! Sorry Sky, we can definitely do those two soon though! I'll let ☾ѕησσzє☽ reply first if that's ok? Wildbriar How about Scorch and Strike?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 13:10:45 GMT -5
Scorch is also occupied XD I promise I'm not trying to sound as much as a tosser as I am right now XD I feel like I keep shooting you down, its not intentional I promise.
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