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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 29, 2019 17:46:01 GMT -5
(big mood fam.
i'm doing good, working on an invitation to the party i'm hosting friday. what about you?)
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Post by Tealraven on Oct 29, 2019 18:01:03 GMT -5
( friday's a grading day, which means I have a lot of work that has to be turned in by Thursday. So I'm a bit busier than usual but I'll survive ^^;
what party are you planning for? )
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Post by thehorsiestadult on Oct 29, 2019 18:24:37 GMT -5
//snowed last night, had to drive to school in it also good luck on the boatloads of work, ik it can be headache inducing @-@
Snake-eyes (starter) Snake-eyes scampered around the alleyway, chasing a small beam of light. He was almost fully distracted by the thing, eyes round and ears pricked forward. Eventually he chased the light into a section of the alley in which it disappeared. Snake-eyes huffed in frustration now that his entertainment was gone and settled on walking around again, trying to find another cat to talk to. Maybe this next one would know where his family went.
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brokendusk
^ This Kitty right here is my baby... I'll love you forever Fluff N' Stuff.
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Post by brokendusk on Oct 29, 2019 19:48:00 GMT -5
"Hm," Milkpaw hummed, gazing off toward the edge of camp. "I suppose it's fine. Just don't go wandering away from camp." He looked down sheepishly and pawed at the wet earth. "Not that I think you would." Again, his belly rumbled. With a twitch of his whiskers, he said goodbye to Pebblecloud and went to find something to eat.
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brokendusk
^ This Kitty right here is my baby... I'll love you forever Fluff N' Stuff.
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Post by brokendusk on Oct 29, 2019 19:49:17 GMT -5
(School sucks. Training sucks. And it is way too cold to be doing either of those things right now. I wish I could just stay curled up beneath my blankets all day.)
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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 29, 2019 19:52:36 GMT -5
(mmm still not a ton of fun. it's just a game night thing that a bunch of my friends are going to.)
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 29, 2019 19:58:11 GMT -5
Ashstep | Cherryfur
βBy the subway with me.We are going to see if those subway cats are still there.β he mewed at her.Cherryfur was a stubborn one,but he still knew that there was a gentle cat beneath all that fur.
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Weasel | Milo [/i
Weasel narrowed his eyes at the scrawny cats reply. βIβm Weasel.β he said at last,trying not to break out a fight.He knew he would easily win by the size of this cat but Weasel wasnβt the aggressive type,and would only fight if provoked first.Weasel pushed his mouse towards him, βHere,you can have it.β He meowed.
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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 29, 2019 20:23:18 GMT -5
"I don't need it," Milo spat back at the tom- Weasel. "I can hunt for myself thank you very much. I don't need to be in debt to a pipsqueak like you who thinks you can boss me around like a kit." His tail flicked back and forth as he locked eyes with Weasel. He wasn't one to back down, and as far as he knew Weasel was probably going to attack him the second he let his guard down. After all, the city was feeling very full lately- chasing off competition from your hunting grounds would be the smart move.
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brokendusk
^ This Kitty right here is my baby... I'll love you forever Fluff N' Stuff.
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Post by brokendusk on Oct 29, 2019 20:43:25 GMT -5
Cherryfur flicked her tail at Ashstep. "Alright," she yawned. "To the subway." Then breakfast. But it could wait, she supposed until after patrols. The thought of a full belly and a warm bed was awfully appealing. "Come on, then. We don't have all day."
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 29, 2019 22:30:40 GMT -5
Ashstep | Cherryfur
Ashstep nodded and walked out on to the cold sidewalk,He looked to his right and saw monsters racing past and he shuddered.He imagined a cat getting squashed underneath its massive weight.Every bone in its body crushing instantly and a higher pitched shreek.Ashstep shook the thought off when he saw two cats staring at eachother.Ashstep narrowed his eyes and used his tail to order Cherryfur to stop.
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Weasel | Milo Ashstep Cherryfur
Weasel let out a snarl at the toms snarky reply.He could clearly tell that this cat was starving,but too shy or too prideful to do so.Weasel rolled his eyes and turned around and saw two more cats staring at them.βOh great.More cats......β he thought to himself.The last thing he needed was more cats to barge into his territory.Weasel flexed out his claws. βUghhhh Who are you?β he asked.
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Post by Tealraven on Oct 29, 2019 23:49:38 GMT -5
Jasper // with Weasel and Milo and Ashstep and Cherryfur A cunning pair of green eyes glinted from the shadows. The gathering cats below were completely oblivious to his presence. This was interesting; most cats who had grown up on the streets had very keen ears and noses. They were used to the overwhelming sounds of the city and the stench of monsters and Twoleg trash, and were usually able to distinguish individual cat scents from the rest of the clutter. These cats, then, were clearly not from around here.
Except for Weasel. He recognized Weasel. Jasper sighed. The young tom had come to live in the subways not long ago--he'd been only a kit then, and had since grown into a skilled fighter. But what he had in youthful strength was matched by youthful hard-headedness. In the short time Jasper had known the other rogue, he had learned that Weasel was incredibly stubborn. And, as entertaining as a fight would be, there were more important things on Jasper's mind.
Namely, scoping out these newcomers, and what their sudden appearance could possibly mean for the subway rogues.
"Now, now," Jasper purred smoothly, leaping down from his perch on a rain gutter to the top of a Twoleg trash can to the pavement in one swift movement. He slid in between Weasel and the other three cats, ready to help Weasel fight or hold him back; whichever proved to be necessary. "Let's not be hasty. Is one measly mouse really worth all this fuss?" He looked from Weasel to each of the others, a shadow of a smile curling the corner of his lips. His gaze lingered a few moments longer on the grey-and-white tabby and his female companion, waiting to see how they'd react.Olivenose // in camp Olivenose had been awake for awhile. He'd slept fitfully, his dreams plagued by memories of the battle with PigeonClan's neighbors, the dead moss scratchy beneath his back. The moss he'd scraped off of the strange, broken stones sculpted by Twolegs was different than the softer, natural moss that grew in the pine forest. He used to pad his nest with springy pine needles too, packed beneath the moss to provide support without poking him.
He could remember arranging his new nest in the warriors' den just a little over a moon ago, back at ho--in the pine forest. Shortly after that, they'd been attacked. And here he was, picking up the pieces of his nest again, still struggling to adjust to living with the other warriors. Olivenose prodded his sorry bed half-heartedly, then let out a long sigh. Light was beginning to filter through the gap under the bush, and he could hear the incessant sounds of the city stirring to life.
He'd gone out to watch the dawn, something that used to bring him peace. But the sky was so far away, closed in by towering Twoleg structures. It was hard to see the colors painting the horizon, and there was no cheerful birdsong to greet the rising sun. Olivenose sat outside the warrior's den with his tail wrapped around his paws, staring forlornly at nothing in particular, longing for the familiarity of the natural world he'd left behind. Since PigeonClan had settled in the park, a few dark thoughts had begun to form in the back of his mind: something like doubt. A small, quiet part of him questioned Falcon--Falconfrost? Star?--and her decision to bring them here. Why here, of all places?
Olivenose was momentarily interrupted from his fretting by another voice. He flicked his ears forward. "Oh, uh, hi Ashstep," he mewed hastily, backing out of the older warrior's way as Ashstep emerged from the warrior's den. "And uh, Cherryfur. Hello to you too. Nice morning..." He trailed away as the two cats moved past him, headed out for the first patrol. "Oh! Heading out? I could come too, I guess... or not." He faltered, watching them go with round green eyes. "Nevermind, then," he muttered, and cast his gaze elsewhere, looking for someone talk to or something to do. Anything to feel useful. Anything to get his mind off of... other things.
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brokendusk
^ This Kitty right here is my baby... I'll love you forever Fluff N' Stuff.
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Post by brokendusk on Oct 30, 2019 11:29:51 GMT -5
Cherryfur // with Weasel and Milo and Ashstep and Jasper Cherryfur bristled, the fur along her spine rising. She bared her teeth in a snarl. "And who are you?" she asked, tail flicking back and forth. Briefly, she wondered if a fight would be worth it -- probably not. Claws first, ask questions later had never really been her style anyway, but she felt on edge every day they spent in this forest of cold concrete and steel. Milkpaw // in camp; with Olivenose "Hey, Olivenose," Milkpaw said, coming up to stand beside the brown tabby. He flicked his tail in greeting. "My stocks are running pretty low. Would you like to come with me to gather some more? If we can find any, that is." Hopefully, he thought, there would be some by the river. They needed to get there first, though, and Milkpaw didn't feel too comfortable traveling on his own. Tealraven Weaselstar
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brokendusk
^ This Kitty right here is my baby... I'll love you forever Fluff N' Stuff.
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Post by brokendusk on Oct 30, 2019 11:31:13 GMT -5
(Labeling who I'm RPing as and where they are makes this so much simpler. I have no clue why I only just now started doing this. School still sucks, but no training for about a week so . . . Can't really complain)
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brokendusk
^ This Kitty right here is my baby... I'll love you forever Fluff N' Stuff.
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Post by brokendusk on Oct 30, 2019 11:31:38 GMT -5
(Hope everyone is having a wonderful day, though!)
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Oct 30, 2019 14:09:45 GMT -5
Lemonbreeze xx lazy penguin [Russetfang]"Ah, Russetfang," Lemonbreese muttered, shaking himself out of his thoughts as his old apprentice approached. The younger tom didn't need to see him sulking. "Doing quite alright. No leaks here. Just the den... gathers water a bit, if you understand." He shook his head, lowering his eyes to the ground. "I'm sure it's no worse than anyone else has it. Don't worry about me."
The elder let his gaze wander across the camp, his mind moving with it. His eyes briefly paused on the small group of cats leaving camp, then landed on the fresh-kill pile. It was frighteningly low, only a single piece of prey resting in its grasp. Fewer cats meant fewer catches, but it also meant there were fewer mouths to feed. The problem lied in the fact that there was hardly any food to be found in the city to begin with. Not to mention the rogues who hunted in the city, and the other groups who would block their warriors from even entering hunting grounds. Not like in the forest...
"Agh, sometimes I wonder if I should be out there hunting with the rest of you," Lemonbreeze sighed gently. "At least then I wouldn't be just a useless mouth."
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Oct 30, 2019 14:51:25 GMT -5
Hart xx Echo Cave [open]Hart traced her way along the wide sidewalk bordering the Thunderpath, ears pricked for any sign of prey. Occasionally the sounds of a monster would chase her down the tunnel, its stench sweeping past her with a large burst of wind. She hardly noticed it though. Hart was used to the noise of city at this point. After all, she had lived her whole life among the hustle and bustle of monsters and twolegs. What were a few more in the grand scheme of things.
Hart had broken out early that morning, mewing at the window until her male twoleg begrudgingly opened the window for her. She had ignored her breakfast in hopes of finding something fresh today. The taste of pellets was only satisfying for so long. Maybe she could find something to bring home for her twolegs as well. She was sure they'd appreciate it, even if they never seemed to find her kills as delicious.
Sighing, Hart turned away from the main Thunderpath, rolling her eyes. Monsters were fine to be around, but they seemed to scare prey as much as a hawk. Maybe she'd have some better luck further away from the noise. Tracing her way down an adjacent closed-off Thunderpath, Hart stuck her nose in the air, trying to catch the scent of prey.
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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 30, 2019 19:17:41 GMT -5
Milo was about to spit out another reply, when he noticed two more cats cats approaching. Just my luck, he thought, eyes already searching for an easy escape. Instead, his eyes locked on to an emerald stare as another cat stepped forward. He looked familiar, like someone important that he should know. He took a small step backwards. He was grateful- for once, that his kitten fur hadn't completely gone away as his fur began to fluff up, making him appear bigger. But he still wasn't sure who was the bigger threat, the smooth-talker who just appeared from the shadows, or the two strangers who seemed eager to fight. "Why can't I ever just hunt in peace?" he hissed under his breath.
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brokendusk
^ This Kitty right here is my baby... I'll love you forever Fluff N' Stuff.
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Post by brokendusk on Oct 30, 2019 20:08:00 GMT -5
Cherryfur // with Weasel and Milo and Ashstep and Jasper Cherryfur looked between the three cats -- Ashstep and the two rogues. Her tail swished. Every nerve in her body was bunching, readying for a fight. But she breathed in deep, counted. A fight would be bad. More than bad. No one wanted to go home with aches and scratches, or worse. She stilled her twitching tail and clenched her jaw in an effort to keep quiet. With her luck, she would say something to set one of the rogues off. Weaselstar lazy penguin Tealraven
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 30, 2019 21:41:07 GMT -5
Ashstep | Weasel Jasper Cherryfur Milo
Ashstep took a step back as another tom appeared from nowhere.βGreat another....βhe muttered.All he wanted to do was see if the subway cats were still inhabiting the area.Now that he thought about it,he might have gotten his answer.
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Weasel | Cherryfur Ashstep Milo Jasper
Weasel was startled to see Jasper come from the shadows.He remembered when he first came to the group of rogues that he now calls family.Jasper had been one of the cats to agree to help him.Weasel shook that thought away and focused on the bigger problem. βOk.....but who are you and why are you on our territory?β he asked calmly.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Oct 31, 2019 14:57:33 GMT -5
Icey | old-kill pile | Snapwind thehorsiestadultIcey watched the older she-cat, suddenly feeling a little nervous as the cat watched her and looked at the food dish. She had lost her appetite suddenly, and looked around the alley-way, wondering if this she-cat had a friend, or two, waiting to ambush her and chase her off. She hoped not, she was tired despite sleeping through the night. "I am alone, I promise you. I've been alone since I was seven moons," she said simply, shrugging her narrow shoulders slightly, as if it didn't matter. "Does it matter if I'm all alone or not?" Pebblecloud | PigeonClan camp | OpenThe speckled she-cat dipped her head to the medicine cat apprentice, and began to pace the camp, stretching out her legs and breathing in the city air. She didn't hate the city, as much as she probably should. It was different, and the nursery was cozy, even if it was lonely. Of course, she hadn't ever left the camp and didn't know what was out beyond it. She stopped near the camp and entrance and glanced around the camp, wondering if it would be fine if she simply went out of the camp.
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Post by lazy penguin on Oct 31, 2019 17:53:31 GMT -5
( how's everyone doing today? )
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Oct 31, 2019 18:03:37 GMT -5
{Tiring. Yours?}
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brokendusk
^ This Kitty right here is my baby... I'll love you forever Fluff N' Stuff.
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Post by brokendusk on Oct 31, 2019 18:20:24 GMT -5
(So guess who's sick now? Me. What sucks is that I'm going to miss one of my exams tomorrow in class and I still don't have a topic for my argumentative essay yet. But . . . How's everybody else doing?)
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Post by Tealraven on Oct 31, 2019 20:01:25 GMT -5
( tbh? I'm exhausted. Glad it's the weekend tho. My activity should be a little more consistent now. hope everyone else is having a nice night =) )
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brokendusk
^ This Kitty right here is my baby... I'll love you forever Fluff N' Stuff.
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Post by brokendusk on Nov 1, 2019 20:10:10 GMT -5
(How's everyone doing? Anyone else participating in NaNoWriMo?)
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Post by Weaselstar on Nov 1, 2019 23:03:08 GMT -5
?? Whatβs that?)
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Post by thehorsiestadult on Nov 2, 2019 9:26:22 GMT -5
Snapwind (w/ Icey / The Mindless Opal) "Ultimately?" Snapwind said. "No. It doesn't matter. I was just curious. Like I said, you seem young. Where I come from cats your age would likely be unable to leave the camp alone." she said, wrapping her tail around her legs. She flexed her claws, feeling an angry heat boil beneath her pelt as she remembered what had happened to her clan. She turned her attention back to Icey before her thoughts got carried too far away. "I'm Snapwind, by the way." she said. "I forgot to introduce myself back. My apologies."
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Post by thehorsiestadult on Nov 2, 2019 15:26:37 GMT -5
//moving Snake-eyes over here whoops good thing i left it pretty ambiguous in the first place Snake-eyes (w/ Hart / kiwi cheesecake) Snake-eyesβ ears pricked up as he heard pawsteps. Another cat? Maybe. He scampered toward the source of the noise to find a cream and brown she-cat. βHey!β he chirped. He trotted up to her. βHi, who are you?β he asked, getting right into a conversation. He figured a couple things should be said before asking this new cat if sheβd seen any others that looked like him.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Nov 2, 2019 16:08:57 GMT -5
(How's everyone doing? Anyone else participating in NaNoWriMo?) (I am!) (You have the month of November to write a 50,000 word novel.)
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Nov 2, 2019 16:12:00 GMT -5
Icey | Old-Kill Pile | Snapwind, @thehorseiestadult Icey shrugged her shoulders, licking her small paw and pulling it over her face and ear. "Your camp?" She asked, her ears perking up in interest. "Snapwind? What kind of name is that?" The young she-cat asked curiously. "Not to be rude, it's just... Most cats around here have simple, one word names... Like my brothers were called Bat and Dew."
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