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Post by Voidastral on Feb 27, 2020 18:28:15 GMT -5
((alright!!
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 29, 2020 2:25:43 GMT -5
《Yeah sounds good, sorry i havnt posted work has been so hectic. Lent is really good for business righr now.》 •●Stonefall●• Stealthfire It wasn't long before Stonefall was bounding through the camps entrance, the rest of the pateol right behind him. Just stepping over the threshold, leaving the rocky forest behind and into the familiar confines of camp, the tom took in a deep breath. Today had been to long for his liking. Quickly he trotted over to the freshkill pile to snag a quick meal and as he did he scanned the camp for Mosswhisker. Mate no where to be found he reached the pile and picked out a plump bird. Turning the tom then made straight for the nursery where he assumed his mate was resting peacefully. Just as he reached the den, he caught a faint familuar scent. Spidereye emerged from the nursery, the look of exhaustion visible in his drooping ears. However the glow in his eyes brought Stonefall to a realization. "Congratulations Stonefall", the medicine cat meowed. "You have done the clan a great service in bringing for the next generation of wareiors for Creekclan." The black toms raspy purr faded as he left the den and allowed Stonefall to pass. Rushing in he looked to his mate who was curled in her nest, and as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting four little bundles of fur slowly became visible. "My sweet love", he murmured moving in close, purr so loud it echoed off the walls of the den. Pressing into Mosswhiskers side affectionately with his muzzle he doted of his mate, purely overjoyed by the coming of his kits.
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Post by Stealthfire on Feb 29, 2020 11:59:38 GMT -5
Mosswhisker / Stonefall : Nursery Though she was not in ill health, Mosswhisker fought to stay awake only out of pure exhaustion. Nettletooth had been the only kit of her litter, going from that experience to a kitting of five was almost more than the queen could bear at her moons. Stonefall's voice weakly filtered through beside her, cutting over the deafening mewls of the large litter. "Stonefall," she managed, and opened her eyes momentarily to peer down for the first time at the colours that nuzzled beside her. "Spidereye told me there's three toms and two she-kits," she reported with effort. Her vision clouded with a small bit of worry when she saw the smallest, probably the last born and facing fierce competition from his siblings. Every litter had a runt, she reminded herself, and they coped just as well. They would all need names, she had thought to wait for her mate, but now she hadn't even the strength to speak to him.
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Post by Stealthfire on Feb 29, 2020 12:12:07 GMT -5
Paleriver gratefully crossed the entrance of camp, offering an audible prayer to StarClan for the unaffected journey he and Hazelpaw were afforded as they travelled on the forest floor, watched over by the rest of the patrol. He looked to his apprentice, reluctant to let her out of his sight even in the safety of camp. Seeing Spidereye emerge from the nursery, he meowed to her, "You'd best go and get your leg treated." Then he turned to Littlepaw, and even though he had not seen the fox bite the younger apprentice as it had Hazelpaw, the senior warrior still feared for her wellbeing. "Littlepaw, perhaps you can accompany her. You've both been incredibly brave." He looked to Whiteember for her permission to allow her apprentice's leave. Had it only been earlier that day that he had spoken to her in her new den, and promised to always stand beside her? Shame rippled over his pelt. He had wanted to teach Hazelpaw to face her fears, instead he had only placed her in danger, and put that much more worry in his leader's heart. He needed to speak with Whiteember, she had to know that he was not unaware of his bold actions, and that he would personally take the responsibility for how awry the patrol had gone.
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 29, 2020 21:33:39 GMT -5
•○Spidereye○• With the return of Stonefall, and the faint scent of fox on his ruffled pelt Spidereye could only assume there had been a scuffle. The possibility of there being injuries was likely. Moving towards his den the cornor of his eye watched as the rest of Whiteembers patrol filed in, a couple limping. Just as he had thought. Though exhausted from helping Mosswhisker deliver her large litter Spidereye was ready to keep on working. Reaching his dark den he slipped inside a grabbed a couple of herbs to make a healing poultice with and some cobwebs. Exiting he waited just outside his den and observed the patrols return.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Feb 29, 2020 21:41:09 GMT -5
Littlepaw happily enters the camp and lets out a big sigh of relief. The way back had been tense and she worried that something else would happen. She turns her head as Paleriver speaks to her. She looks back at Hazelpaw and nods her head. Littlepaw had a feeling that she would need some help. "You can lean on me." Littlepaw suggested hoping to help Hazelpaw a little. Falconwing calliope @steathfire
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Post by Voidastral on Mar 1, 2020 1:49:04 GMT -5
((I'll rp tomorrow! Sorry I havent posted in a day or 2 !!!!
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Post by calliope on Mar 1, 2020 19:50:18 GMT -5
In Camp Whiteember felt the anxiety she held in as she journeyed home escape her body in a single breath. Amber orbs peered around her campsite, spying Spidereye leaving the nursery. The she-cat turned to look at her leg matted with dried blood, but no longer seemed to be bleeding. She watched as Littlepaw leaned against Hazelpaw, deciding her injury was more severe than hers. She simply nodded at her apprentice before ascending up to her new den. Another sigh escaped her mouth as she slumped to the ground. "Alright, nobody died. Hazelpaw will be alright. No need to worry," she murmured to herself out loud as she rubbed her paws against her temples. Whiteember, as she rested there, thought about the next tasks she had to perform. I really need to choose a deputy... That's probably the most important thing. Hmmm... She thought back to the patrol. Stonefall could make a really good one... But so could Paleriver... "I'm sure Mosswhisker's given birth by now, or will be soon anyway. I couldn't take that away from Stonefall," she mumbled, standing again to stretch and flex her claws. Guess it's decided. However, I'll speak to him about it first and let him get a say in it. The white and gray tabby walked over to a half-made den, but she didn't mind at all. She curled up into a ball and sighed, taking in the view around her with a soft-hearted smile.
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Post by calliope on Mar 1, 2020 19:56:19 GMT -5
Duskfang's Hunting Patrol
Stagwatcher bobbed his tail in the water as he watched Nettletooth leap over upstream from him. He smiled soft-heartedly before realizing that a fish was nibbling at his tail. Quickly, the tom swatted the fish out of the water and bit its neck. He tossed it over with his previous one and stood at the edge of the bank to dry off, seeing as this was as much as the brown warrior could carry. Brown fur flew into the wind as he shook his pelt to fling whatever water stuck to him off. He sat down and waited patiently for the gray she-cat as she stared into the water.
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Post by Voidastral on Mar 2, 2020 20:19:59 GMT -5
((my muse is really low right now, I'm super sorry! I'm going to try to get something maybe tomorrow!!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2020 1:02:46 GMT -5
May I join your clan?)
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 3, 2020 12:13:18 GMT -5
Yes we are accepting, please fill out the form given and wait to be accepted.
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 3, 2020 12:18:29 GMT -5
《Hey everyone sorry for my lack of posts. Im trying to be as active as possible despite my busy schedule. Lets progress to the naming of the clans new deputy then we will do a time skip of a couple days to when Whiteember goes to receive her nine lives.》
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 3, 2020 12:35:50 GMT -5
•♡Hazelpaw♡• Hawkeyes258 Grateful to Littlepaws support, the young fluffy apprentice leaned into her friend as they slowly made their way to the medicine cats den. Spidereye was already outside waiting for them. How did the black tom know that his skills were needed? The former warriors intuition always seemed to surprise her. "Hello Spidereye. We had a nasty run in with a pair of foxes. Think you could take a look at my leg? I got a pretty nasty bite from one of them." Turning in an awkward fashion the shecat exposed her injured leg which she had lifted up, holding it close to her torso. •○Spidereye○• With the approach of the patrols apprentices, wounds revealed Spidereye was quick to assess things. After giving Hazelpaws leg a thorough examine he turned to grab the prepared poultice that he had chewed up and stored on a broad dock leaf. "Foxes! And you both are still alive?! What warriors you will make one day" he complimented to the both of them as he began to apply the poultice. "Littlepaw, did you acquire any wounds worth me looking at?" He questioned curiously casting his odd eyes at the young shecat.
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 3, 2020 12:48:06 GMT -5
•●Stonefall●• Stealthfire Mosswhiskers exhaustion was apprent, and fully expected. He knew the litter was going to be bigger than the last but he didn't think it would have been this large. His green gaze slowly gazed at each one of his kits. Pride and love welled up within him and his deep rumbling purr became uncontrollable. Gently he rasped his tongue over his mates disheveled pelt, grooming her back to a state of beauty. "Rest my sweet love, I won't be going anywhere anytime soon." Stonefall wanted her to know that he would care for her and their kits while she rested up. The sleek newborn kits snuggled into his mates belly nursing quietly, all except one. A small brown tomkit, and from the looks of it probably the runt of the litter, struggled to find his mothers milk. Stonefall lifted his large grey paw and gentle pawed the kit closer to Mosswhisker belly where he could find his first meal. A small twinge of worry sparked within the tom about the tiny kit, but he pushed it aside and remained hopeful.
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 3, 2020 12:50:33 GMT -5
《Wow. All these repeat accounts that keep getting deleted, are really annoying. If you're banned then respect that and stay banned!》
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Post by Stealthfire on Mar 3, 2020 15:15:18 GMT -5
[Okay sounds good Falcon!]
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Post by Stealthfire on Mar 3, 2020 15:23:42 GMT -5
Nettletooth / Stagwatcher : Hunting Patrol From the corner of her eye she observed Stagwatcher's deft catch of the fish. As she had suspected, he was aware of his tail all along. Oh to be as well thought out as he was in comparison to her own actions. For the first time as a warrior, Nettletooth felt ambition to perform as a warrior, just as Stagwatcher seemed to do so proudly. She hadn't ever thought it necessary to have purpose in life, but another hundred moons of lazing around and getting into mischief like a kit suddenly sounded downright foolish to her. Her thoughts were interrupted- a glimmer moved unliked the sun's reflection in the stream. Spurred on by a new sense of duty, Nettletooth cooled her senses and flashed her claws into the gills of the passing fish, flinging it onto the bank beside her and hopping to meet it with a steady bite to the spine. With the fish still in her jaws, she looked up with satisfaction at Stagwatcher. "Back to camp?" she managed to speak around the catch.
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Post by Stealthfire on Mar 3, 2020 15:44:33 GMT -5
Mosswhisker / Stonefall : Nursery Mosswhisker's half parted eyes caught the same glimmer of concern in Stonefall's that she herself had displayed when seeing the small fifth kit. She knew the both of them would carry onwards, neither were prone to worry to each other out loud. And for the best, because nothing could come of worry, the kit would be fine, all of them would. Mosswhisker truly could not in her wildest imaginings picture anything happening to their kits so long as they were right next to her as they were now. "So much brown," she purred slyly. It was a little attempt at a joke, grey Nettletooth looked only like her father, but the majority of their kits now took on Mosswhisker's own multi-brown pelt.
Her nose suddenly caught hints of tangy blood and doggish fox- she thought at first she had slipped into a dream. "What happened on patrol?" she directed at Stonefall, her eyes opening and gaining stamina from her fierce worry. She moved her head near him just a little, but could barely adjust herself without a chorus of squeaks.
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Post by Voidastral on Mar 3, 2020 23:01:11 GMT -5
((Does anyone have any cat of mine they'd like to rp w/? Also, should I go ahead and make that rogue?
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Post by calliope on Mar 4, 2020 20:59:04 GMT -5
(I have Clearsong open Quail! I'll try to be on tonight. I got sent home from work early because I'm DYING of some cold. But I'm so weak and tired 😫)
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 4, 2020 20:59:26 GMT -5
Wolfsight|| 28 moons || Male A medium sized tom with long legs and bright yellow eyes that seem to glow. His pelt is black with some white furs mixed in and isn't noticeable unless the sun is shinning directly onto his pelt. His ears are long with tufts of fur on the tips that many has teased him about looking funny due to it. Wolfsight has always tried to be calm headed during times of distress, but many can tell when his ears start twitching uncontrollably. He tries his best to help out when it comes to training, battle tactics, or anything that will help the clan survive. At times he might over work himself with training or hunting to "get it just right" making him to the point of exhaustion. When he messes up or does something wrong, he can shut himself up and get self conscious even when he knows everyone has mess ups. Stitch Warrior No relations but up for suggestions or ideas Sandpelt || 20 moons || Female A light brown she-cat with medium thick pelt that helps when the weather gets too cold, but can get a tad annoying when it's windy and her fur is being pushed against her body. She has pale green eyes, black on the top of her head, and white along underneath her chin. Sandpelt had always been the energetic type ever since she was a small kit. As an apprentice, she'd run ahead of patrols and get into a lot of trouble when she couldn't sit still during clan meetings. Her outgoing personality may scare off some potential friends, but she has a big heart and wants to help out those who are in need. She lends an ear to anyone who needs to vent or will try her best to cheer them up with her hyper personality. The only times she seems calm would be during serious moments such as deaths, battles coming up, or anything that she can sense feels off. Stitch Warrior No relations but up for suggestions or ideas Our Hearts Beat Accepted
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 4, 2020 21:00:23 GMT -5
((Does anyone have any cat of mine they'd like to rp w/? Also, should I go ahead and make that rogue? Yeah feel free to make him/her. I currently have Silverscale open
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 4, 2020 21:07:58 GMT -5
•●Stonefall●• Stealthfire Stonefall could see the ferocity of his mate begin to glow from within her eyes when she asked about the patrol. The last thing he wanted to do was inform her of the foxes that had moved into Creekclan territory, but the loyal tom could not bring himself to lie. "A mated pair of foxes have begun to dig a den in Moss Hollow. We were ambushed, but everyone was abke to escape. Im sure that right now Whiteember is devising a plan to drive them out." Breathing he rasped his tongue across her cheek to help soothe her spirit. "Do not worry my love we are safe here in the confines of camp". Tone firm and confident he did his best to convince his mate not worry.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 4, 2020 21:36:01 GMT -5
Falconwing Littlepaw shakes her head at Spidereyes. "I managed to stay up in a tree and avoided getting hurt." She felt somewhat guilty for avoiding the fight. However, she had done what Whiteember told her to do. A part of her still expected the fox to come bursting into camp for revenge. "Just... shook up that's all." She admitted glancing down at her paws.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 4, 2020 21:38:11 GMT -5
Once he managed to catch what he needed, Duskfang glanced around to see if any of his patrol was still around. They might have headed back to camp. Gathering up his prey, Duskfang spots Marshflower and wanders over to meet her. Marshflower waves her tail at the tom.
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Post by calliope on Mar 4, 2020 21:39:20 GMT -5
Duskfang's Hunting Patrol
Stagwatcher, picking up the two fish in his jaws, smiled and nodded, motioning the gray she-cat to lead. Once she started, the reddish tom took in the sight. The sun was setting and its' orange beams stretched out over them, leaving an orange-yellow shine to everything. His green eyes glanced at the now dark trees and, as he followed their rays, made contact with Nettletooth's gray coat. Something about the way the light bounced over her fur reminded him of gentle summer evenings with the fireflies came out. It just illuminated it. The tom smiled as he turned his gaze away.
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Post by Stealthfire on Mar 4, 2020 22:02:08 GMT -5
Mosswhisker / Stonefall : Nursery Her eyes glinted with a desire for action, hanging on every word from the tom as he described the danger. She narrowed her gaze at him. "You are the only cat in this clan who I would believe when they tell me everything's alright." Then she rethought. "And even then I'm not fully convinced." Deciding that having just kitted five newborns was enough for even herself to be too tired to pursue foxes, Mosswhisker reluctantly settled back as Stonefall's tongue rasped against her tussled pelt. "Well, since I can hardly sleep with the stink of fox in here.." she smiled at him with impatient flicks of her ears. Mosswhisker was never one to enjoy waiting. "Have you thought of any names?" She purred with a little laughter once more as she nuzzled the grey she-kit. "Look at that. Not all brown. You have another grey daughter after all."
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Post by Stealthfire on Mar 4, 2020 22:13:49 GMT -5
Nettletooth / Stagwatcher : Hunting Patrol [R O M A N T I C I luv ]
Nettletooth realised this may have been the first time she'd ever taken the lead as a warrior. Yet, it didn't feel odd to her. She was confident in her catch, and proud to be entering camp alongside Stagwatcher, both of them having done their job for their clan on such an important day. The day, she saw, was nearing its close. The setting sun reflected off the silvery scales flashing beneath her eyes as she carried her prey, and she turned her head to the side to avoid the nagging glare. From her side vision, the brilliant hues of the warrior behind her for once almost blended into the surroundings as the setting light glowed fiery against them. She dared to turn her head only a little more, and thought she must have imagined it. Had he been looking at her? She couldn't tell, and feared tripping over a root if she looked back any longer. Pressing onward, she suddenly felt glad a fish was stuck in her mouth to keep her from saying anything embarrassing.
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Post by calliope on Mar 4, 2020 23:32:01 GMT -5
(Oh Stealthfire i responded with Whiteember if you wanna send Pale that way!)
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