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Post by rose on Oct 30, 2019 13:45:28 GMT -5
aah i was planning on getting characters up today but it seems i can’t. i procrastinated with packing wayy too far; gonna go do that now.
i’ll have characters up in a week :-)
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appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Oct 30, 2019 13:48:51 GMT -5
Palepaw Palepaw was busying herself with the relocation and organization of herbs; it was something to keep her busy instead of watching the clan unfold in desperation of everything that had happened in the last two days. She was growing anxious, her thoughts wandering about what Starclan would do about the uncertainly that settled within the clan, but even worst, would this make the Dark Forest presence more dominant? Would it be easier for them to find willing cats for their dark causes? Ugh, organizing was clearly not helping but she didn't want to disobey her mentor's kind words -- she needed to do something to keep her busy, therefore, herb rearranging it was.
Her ears flickered at the sudden change of serenity that laid across the medicine cat's den; Driftfall was on his paws and at the entrance, just as Sparrowhawk came roaring in -- roaring that his kits were coming. Kits! Nightecho's kits were coming early! Palepaw got to her paws, lurching towards Driftfall, just as the medicine cat turned and ordered her to grab the small wrapped leaf in the back, as well as the stick he paired with it.
She nodded, which did nothing, as Driftfall ran out of the medicine cat den and over to the nursery. Palepaw quickly wrapped her head around what was going on and grabbed the bundle of herbs and the stick in her small maw and raced over to the nursery. Her ears flattened as she walked in, her movements slow, trying not to startle the queen. The scent of birth-giving filled the nursery; this would be the first time Palepaw got to assist in delivering in kits. Her senses were slightly overwhelmed by everything, the anxiety that came off in waves from Sparrowhawk, the calmness that came from Driftfall, and the pain that withered through Nightecho.
"Here you go, Driftfall," she mewed softly, dropping the bundle of herbs and stick by her mentor's paws.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 13:56:39 GMT -5
Grateful not to be turned down at face value, the handsome leader doubted anyone would dare dismay his wishes at the time being. The idea that the leader's word was law was one he had struggled to get his head around when he was a meagre warrior, and he doubted it was something he would ever get used to. Or at the very least he sincerely hoped it would continue to be a bizarre sensation, not a familiar one. Nodding his head at the shecat's accepting words, the tom twitched his tail from side to side in a thoughtful manner. The tom twitched his tail, a sign to follow but by no means an order, Scorchstar seemed notably careful in how he carried himself and spoke over the past few days. Not wishing anything he said or did to be misconstrued. The sensation of walking on eggshells, on the other hand, was something he was eager to dismiss. He knew a patrol had been sent to the Warren Ridges, rendering that a useless option for their morning ventures. After a moment of consideration he offered aloud, "How does the Hollow Meadow?" He reasoned, early morning was a more active time of day for the mice and rabbits that inhabited the area, thus a probably successful hunt would arise from hunting in the area. "Unless you have any other ideas, that is," he added quickly. A growl pulled free of her lips at the panic of her mate, resisting the urge to rake his ears, whether or not that rake would include claws was yet to be decided, the queen let out a low hiss of frustration. Fantastic way to advertise to the entirety of camp that a queen is kitting, how shocking, Nightecho's annoyance all but burned from her pelt. "Its just a kick, Sparrowhawk for the love of StarClan," she slapped her plumed tail across his gaping jaws in an attempt to silence his kit-like howling, but it seemed the damage was already done. It felt like every set of eyes in camp were now staring at her, as though she had recently sprouted a pair of rather beautiful antlers. "Driftfall, he's merely being dramatic," she sent her mate a particularly fierce sideways glare, "Nothings happening, I'm fine." Her embarrassment rendered her numb to the perculiar sensations within her rounded stomach. Desperate to smooth over the tension of camp. Stormchime's reasoning were fair, it seemed even the breezes and birds didn't dare go near the tensions that were wrought within the camps confines. The idea of returning sent his stomach churning, and he grimaced at the idea. Staying out for the rest of time it is, he decided inwardly. Contemplating for a heartbeat a life of a rogue, even if only half joking. The tom stretched out, a yawn parting his jaws as he listened to Hiddenflame's additions, cringing inwardly. Hoping her more nonchalant feelings towards camp wouldn't send them back to its confines before absolutely necessary. What kind of cowardly warrior are you? He scolded himself with a sigh, at the very least Dawnleafis back there, he considered. One of few benefits he could see on the horizon of recent, but even that didn't quite spark the joy within him that it once might have.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 14:02:08 GMT -5
Back Sorry! Work stuff. Did you need a kit description?)
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Oct 30, 2019 14:03:23 GMT -5
Driftfall
With Sparrowhawk and Co
He gave a nod of thanks to his apprentice before examining the queens stomach, feeling it for the kits. He ignored her protest that it was just overreacting, willing to give Sparrowhawk the benefit of the doubt. "I'd rather be sure than leave now and have to carry everything back over here, Nightecho." He teased, giving her a warm smile. He could feel the kitten's moving, shifting themselves in a way that suggested they were ready to leave. "I'd like to add, Sparrowhawk was right. The kits appear to be ready to come into the world." He glanced over to his apprentice, wondering if he should let her try to take over. It would certainly give her some experience with this while he was watching over. "Palepaw, what is the first thing we should do?" He asked, whisking his tail over to the stick beside him. He was sure most cats wouldn't suggest it first but he'd like to...shut the queen up first and foremost.
Not because he disliked her, far from that. Just most queens got a bit pushy and delirious when the kitting began along with the fact he couldn't tell when the pain would start. She seemed fine despite the fact her contractions should certainly be starting by now.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 14:05:01 GMT -5
There's no need to get to it immediately .
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 14:11:09 GMT -5
Cindercloud started slightly at the sound of Dovepool’s meow, but quickly composed herself and offered a polite response. Dovepool nodded, licking her paw and swiping it across her face casually. “Those two mice are yours, right? I’m surprised you managed to catch anything at all in this cold. That mouse I caught was a pretty piece of luck,” she added with a flick of her tail toward the still form harboring her scent on the prey pile. She tipped her head slightly and watched Cindercloud intently with gleaming eyes. The she-cat was an unassuming presence in AshClan and everyone barely noticed her, but that didn't mean she didn't pull her weight around. It was a good quality in her.
( ~Skyblaze~ ) "Thank you." Cindercloud replied, ducking her head as a hot wave of embarrassment washed over her. She had spent so long outside of the appraising eyes of her clanmates, that she wasn't too used to any sort of acknowledgement, let alone praise. "They're pretty skinny." She added hastily. "I'm planning to go out again after I have a quick morsel to eat." She wasn't too familiar with Dovepool. They had spoken a small amount in the past, but she was somewhat pleased that at least some cat had noticed her contributions to the fresh kill pile.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 14:11:50 GMT -5
For the love of StarClan don't tell him that, she grumbled weakly, knowing she would likely never hear the end of it. Offering little patience as to the learning opportunity of the young medicine cat apprentice, and more concerned with the fact that no cat seemed aware of the fact she remained in the open air of camp. She clambered to her paws with a flick of her tail, taking charge of matters in a truly motherly way as she pushed away Driftfall's prying paws with mild distemper. "The first thing you do is get the poor queen out of sight of every cat in camp," she growled trudging past the pair of medicine cats and making for the healer's den. Frustration and hormones making her all the more dislikeable, even by her usual standards. Settling into the soft mosses of a nearby nest, her tail twitched with frustration as she waited for the remaineder of her panicked entourage to make their way into the den in her wake. Mild concern burned through her at the fact she was pretty sure her kits were making their entrance early, but she decided not to mention as much for the time being. Knowing it would only add to the panics of her worrisome mate, something she wanted to avoid at all costs. Instead the charcoal queen did what she could to settle into the warmth of her nest, trying to ignore the twinges of pain that affirmed her mate wasn't quite as dramatic for once in his life, and had made a correct observation.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 30, 2019 14:14:08 GMT -5
Larchmask
With
Larchmask had been up for a while now, his tail twitching back and forth as he eyed the camp in his little corner. He knew he should be doing something productive, it was what most warriors were doing around this time but instead he found himself digging his claws into the dirt and tearing up the grass around him. The tom had never felt this before in his life, he had no true words it. He could try to come up with words for it but his mind couldn't settle on any. He stared down at his now dirty paws, grumbling to himself. He could feel the tension rising in his chest, tightening. He tried to focus on other things but it felt like it was impossible. Was every cat on edge or was it just him? Surely not, he felt like he would be the last cat to be worried.
Driftfall
With Sparrowhawk and Co
Driftfall had been sorting his herbs when he heard the call of Sparrowhawk. His ears perked up and he quickly left his den, fur spiked up. Surely the kits weren't coming yet right? He was so sure that they wouldn't be here for at least another two sun highs but it seemed they either were coming or something else was going wrong. His eyes went to the tom then to Nightecho, eyes calm as he assessed the situation around him. He would need herbs, quickly. "Palepaw, grab the herbs I have wrapped up in a leaf near the back of my herb store. There should be a stick near them too, do not forget that." He put emphasis on the stick, he certainly didn't want the queen yowling loudly or risking biting too hard on herself. {I have found them! Sorry if my replies aren't well :< }(Sorry it's short, at work as I mentioned c: ) "Larchmask?" The concerned mew came from Dawnleaf, who was looking at the Tom quizically. His tense demeanor hasn't gone completely unnoticed, though Dawnleaf had always been good at reading cats. "Is something wrong?" She asked.
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appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Oct 30, 2019 14:18:35 GMT -5
Palepaw The small fluffy she-cat looked at Driftfall, her eyes wide with excitement and a little bit of nervousness. She had never actually assisted in a delivery before, because no cats had any kits since she became of apprentice age. However, plenty of kits had been born after her and she had always watched with a sense of curiosity, maybe it was because she always knew that becoming a warrior was never her chosen path. Luckily for her, Driftfall was a fantastic medicine cat but he was also her kin, well half-kin, -- her mothers littermate.
Just as she was about to voice what she wanted to do, her eyes narrowed at the queen. The queen was making her way towards the medicine cat den, and that confused Palepaw greatly. "Shouldn't we have her in the nursery? When the kits come, we cant be moving them across the camp so easily..." She trailed off, looking at Driftfall for guidance. Should they move the soon to be mother back to the nursery, so the queen was warm and welcoming when the kits came or should they just let her stay in the medicine cat den? That would take up precious room for injured cats, as well as their own warm nests.
Palepaw looked desperate. Help, Driftfall. She pleaded silently; she knew that the queen would only listen so much, as she was in her own state of mind.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 14:19:40 GMT -5
I am having so much fun with Nightecho XD
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 30, 2019 14:21:22 GMT -5
I found the pictures for Nightecho's son ( he will grow up to become him ) and was going to name him Driftkit, to become Driftsmoke. Then I realized where I got my inspiration: Driftfall. Bless you RD lol. So now trying to think up a name for him
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 14:22:07 GMT -5
HE IS SO CUTE I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH.
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 30, 2019 14:24:12 GMT -5
Poor Palepaw. I'm having so much fun reading Nightecho's PoV XD. Thanks guys. I'd love that appzy . Do you have any ideas for prefixes?
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appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Oct 30, 2019 14:27:59 GMT -5
Winterfire roleplaying with Scorchstar 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ location: camp, leaving for hunting - - - - - - - - - - - - - She nodded her head, "I'm good with that choice." She knew the hunting would probably still be rather well since it was still rather early and the none of the rodents had been disturbed yet, which made for easy hunting on their part.
Winterfire followed Scorchstar with soft and even pawsteps. She had no reason to rush after the leader, and nor did she want to disturb much of what was going on around her. Her soft blue eyes watched the scene of Nightecho and the medicine cats, but she quickly averted her eyes to make sure they did not think she was being a busybody. She knew that having kits was exhausting and queens got pretty snippy during it, which meant, keep to your own business unless invited. She gave a sympathetic glance to the beloved medicine cat, Driftfall, and his apprentice, Palepaw -- they had their paws full with Nightecho and her fanatic mate, Sparrowhawk.
The pair of cats quickly exited the camp, knowing there would be kits welcoming them back. The clan needed some new life around here.
She quickened her pace and walked beside Scorchstar, remaining silent as they walked further from camp and in the direction of the meadow.
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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 Oct 30, 2019 14:33:57 GMT -5
Larchmask
With
Larchmask jerked his head up, the sudden voice waking him from his thoughts. He relaxed when he saw it was only Dawnleaf, the she-cat was no threat to him. "Uh no, I'm fine!" He purred, trying to put on his best front but in all honesty he was failing miserably. The tom was an open den, easy to see inside. "I'm just hungry I think, honestly."
Driftfall
With Sparrowhawk and Co
Driftfall watched as the queen carried herself to the medicine cat's den, only to nudge her up once more. "Now Nightecho, I love your ability to walk and certainly love your ability to snark at me but we don't have time for this. I chose that spot for you kits because it wasn't clear across from the nursery, now if you have them here it's going to be difficult to carry them back." He looked over to his apprentice, giving her a look that clearly said he got this. "Unless you plan on spending a bit in my den with Palepaw and I, we should head into the nursery. The walking might help the kits come out easier anyways." {Sorry hubby is almost home ^^; }
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appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Oct 30, 2019 14:35:01 GMT -5
Poor Palepaw. I'm having so much fun reading Nightecho's PoV XD. Thanks guys. I'd love that appzy . Do you have any ideas for prefixes? prefixes that would match his description // tabby -- -- fallow -- cricket -- wave -- acorn -- cypress -- goose -- tiger it also can depend on the other kit names if you want them all to have a theme? ^^"
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 14:36:27 GMT -5
Cricket is an adorable prefix, as is Goose actually!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 14:41:18 GMT -5
"Is it a great idea to scar Darkkit for life?" Nightecho queried with a growl forced between gritted teeth, as far as the charcoal queen was concerned the trio of cats were lucky she let them remain in the den with her. This kitting was going to be done on her own terms, and she wasn't about to be worrying about the pesky one moon old watching her. Nightecho forced her eyes open as she watched the tom argue, frustration lighting her gaze at his persistence. Fighting the urge to snap her fangs at his paws as he nudged her insistantly to her paws, the queen let out a weak growl, struggling to her paws, her knees shaking with the effort but she stood as firmly as she could manage. "I'm going to kill the three of you," she muttered with a shake of her head, leaving most to hope her threats were done mostly playfully.
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appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Oct 30, 2019 14:47:32 GMT -5
Palepaw The small she-cat ignored the queen's comment and walked right up to the wobbly she-cat. Palepaw was small in stature but that didn't mean she couldn't help the queen walk back to the nursery. She let out a soft chuckle, "I will make sure Darkkit makes himself scarce, I'm sure he will love being able to leave the nursery for a little bit." Which was more than true, most kits loved when they had permission to leave the nursery, it meant they were able to have a little bit of freedom without the smothering of their mothers.
Her soft body leaned against Nightecho in a matter of support for the large she-cat; her stomach slowly moving with the kits as she raised to her paws. Palepaw picked up the stick, giving a quick look towards her mentor -- she wouldn't be able to grab the herbs, now that she was supporting the queen in an attempt to get her back to the nursery, hopefully in time before the kits decided it was time to enter the world.
She gave a quick look towards the grumpy queen; she didn't blame her for being grumpy. Palepaw knew that being a queen was never easy, confined to camp for moons on end and then going through kit birth was never fun.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 14:56:46 GMT -5
His ginger tipped ears twitched forward at the commotion occurring between the queen and medicine cats, cringing inwardly at the poor fate of the medicine cat's afternoon. Kittings were never an enjoyable activity, and he doubted the short tempered and sharp tongued Nightecho would make the experience a particularly enjoyable one. He nodded his wishes of good luck to the pair as he passed, but otherwise said nothing to the ailing queen nor the frustrated trio who aimed to help her. Like most toms, he looked forward to having kits of his own but was eternally grateful that the more nitty details were left to shecats. He regarded his companion with a look that portrayed a mixture of pity and mild amusement, the massive ginger tom lead his way through the camp's exit, and into the greens and browns of AshClan territory. A gentle breeze battered throughout the trees, but otherwise the area seemed peaceful and the large tom looked notably more at ease than he had done in camp. "How are you?" He queried with mild politeness, massive paws leaving indentations in the dirt in his wake, but his tone seemed sincere enough.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Oct 30, 2019 15:07:12 GMT -5
At last the darkness of the nursery enveloped the dark coated queen as she all but collapsed into the warmth of the nearest nest, regarding the fell denmate with little more than a fleeting glance. It seemed the timing was more or less perfect, as the intensity of what had initially been little more than soft movements grew more and more painful. The beautiful queen deigned it unnecessary to respond to the medicine cat apprentice's attempt at a quip, mostly because her breath and thoughts at retorting were stolen from her, as the first of the particularly strong contractions wracked through her with a suddenness that nearly left her howling aloud. Biting down upon the branch with a cringe, her eyes watered with surprise at the strength of the intense pain, panting as she fought to recatch her breath. Looking to the medicine cat with mild concern, she quickly dragged her gaze away. The idea she might display weakness detestable to the strong willed young shecat, even if the pain was distressing and terrifying to the charcoal shecat. Her rounded stomach shaking with the effort of the queen's rapid and forced breathing. Stifling the cry of pain that threatened to tug free of her clamped shut jaws, the first kit tumbled into the greens of the nest between her hind legs. Leaving Nightecho gasping for breath, eyes wide with pain.
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appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Oct 30, 2019 15:12:33 GMT -5
Winterfire roleplaying with Scorchstar 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ location: hunting patrol - - - - - - - - - - - - - She watched the forest in front of her, the trees swaying with the soft breeze that traveled through the territory. Her fur ruffled ever-so-slightly as the wind grasp at her small body. Her ears flickered slightly, as the male cat beside her finally spoke up. They had been walking for a few moments by the time he decided to try to have conversation with Winterfire.
The white and ginger she-cat looked at the Ashclan leader before feeling her ears grow slightly heated. "I'm doing well, how are you fairing?" Her words were delicate; she knew that he had been through quite a whirlwind of emotions over the past couple of days. He was never meant to be the leader of Ashclan, yet here he was, no longer a warrior like she was, but the leader in all aspect of things.
She had admired him as a warrior but now it seemed weird to think of him as the leader and she had to remind herself of his new placed rank.
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