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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 21:49:01 GMT -5
Thankyou! Sorry I hadn't meant to sound mean.
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 8, 2019 22:08:31 GMT -5
(All good 😊)
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Post by νσι∂ on Dec 8, 2019 23:35:17 GMT -5
Hailcloud As a large, fluffy tom it can be easy to write him off as a heavier, lazy tom. Under his thick fur however is solid muscle and powerful shoulders. His face is long and angular topped with sharp pointed ears. A sea of grays span this tom’s pelt, mostly in darker tones. He has a mane of a softer dove gray, the same color that patches the fur behind his legs and covers his haunches and tail. Hailcloud has a pair of pale green eyes which stands out against the nearly black fur around his eyes. For a feline with large paws he manages to be light on them and is rather stealthy. He’s always been a serious sort of tom with a logical head on his shoulders. He isn’t particularly the most outgoing as he prefers to keep to himself or his close friends. Hailcloud is dedicated to his duties as a warrior and can be relied upon to get the job done, whatever that job may be. He doesn’t understand the meaning of the word relax and often goes on multiple patrols a day. His hardworking nature can put him at risk to some health issues but it’s never been anything serious. Though he can come off as aloof he is actually rather kind deep down. Hailcloud has a hard time connecting with others, which allows him only a few patient close relations. He just doesn't deal with emotions well - his own or others.
@νσι∂ Warrior (Renegade) Tundrastar is his litter-mate. His mate is Burntsky.
Silverpaw A feathery molly with delicate paws and a long willowy build. Her fur is mainly a pale silvery-gray, interrupted with dark gray and striking black tabby stripes. Her face, legs, and ears are where these markings stand out the most. A white flare begins between her eyes and flows down to cover her muzzle and then continues down till it reaches the base of her tail. Three of her paws are the same brilliant white but her right hind leg is the same light gray that makes up her base-coat. Silverpaw has distinct eyes, seeing as they're greenish-gray color is rather faded and unique. Confidence is not something Silverpaw has an abundance of. She desperately longs to feel accepted after she was abandoned by her mother at a young age. Her insecurities are always there in the back of her mind. The molly pushes herself to appear happy-go-lucky in an attempt at making friends. Silverpaw is a follower and while she sees the worst in herself, usually only sees the good in others. When criticized, she can become extremely defensive and lash out. Though she has a lot of "friends" who only see her cheerful mask, she's actually rather lonely. Her kindness is one of her best qualities and she enjoys making her clan-mates smile. Since she spends so much time considering what others think, Silverpaw is actually rather good at reading facial expressions and body language.
@νσι∂ Apprentice Open to any relationships ^^ Her mother was still apart of the clan, she just abandoned her either physically or emotionally.
Palestorm Her short legs and thinner build has always made keeping up with her more athletically gifted clan-mates a struggle for Palestorm. She has a short yet thick pelt colored a soft creamy white for the most part. On her legs, tail, and face she has caramel brown tabby point markings. She has a short muzzle which leads to her face looking more round than angular. There is a dull gray mask around her eyes and her ears are a dipped in the same color. Rounded light blue eyes settle into her face, paired with long white whiskers and a dusky pink nose. Palestorm is a passionate molly who stands by her beliefs and ideals without hesitation. Once she commits herself to a cause she won't give up on it, she'll see it through to the end. Her family and friends are another aspect of her life that brings out her passionate side. When she loves, she loves hard and this can leave her open to betrayals and pain. Palestorm can be sarcastic and hot-tempered from time to time and she's never one to back down from a fight. If this feline was an element it would most definitely be fire. As temperamental as she is, her heart is almost always in the right place.
@νσι∂ Warrior Open to relationships ~
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 8, 2019 23:51:26 GMT -5
Theyre all awesome void! I love Palestorm, I shall add everyone in the morning feel free to roleplay!
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Post by νσι∂ on Dec 9, 2019 0:31:52 GMT -5
(( thank you, Necs! i'm heading to bed now but i'll get my starters up tomorrow! c: ))
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 9, 2019 0:37:55 GMT -5
Without another word both toms padded together out of camp and off towards ghost whispers. The air was bitterly crisp as they grudge along. Blackheart was leading the pair down along a small cliff side that over look a sluggish creek. Slowly to a stop the larger Tom looked up the cliff side towards a large mass of pine trees in thought. “Let’s head up to Pine verge instead. I don’t think we should go so far with so many hungry and Leaf-bars in full effect” he spoke up to Spitfire as he turned and headed up the cliff side. Long black claws helped him climb up the slightly rocky slope as small amounts of snow covering random patches of ground. Long ears twitched forward as he stopped to wait for Him to catch up and see which way was best to go.
Spitfire purred quietly as he followed along with his tail flicking behind him. Both of them stuck out like soar thumbs and it made his whisker twitch in amusement at the thought as he looked at their surrounds. He nodded in agreement as he followed along happily, easily hoisting himself up the cliff side along with him. Unlike Blackheart he enjoyed climbing up high point wether it be a tree or cliff side. Once near a decent open patch he stopped and took in the scents. “Alright let’s try and see if we can bring a few things home for everyone.” He quietly spoke up before dropping to a crouch and moving forward while his friend went down another direction close by.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Dec 9, 2019 0:59:39 GMT -5
Proudfalcon This tom can come off as intimidating with his broad shoulders and large frame. He has coyote brown fur with darker brown tabby markings and amber eyes. He is a reserved and indifferent tom. He is quite aloof towards his clanmates, always has been. Isn't entirely unapproachable, he has his moments where he can be attentive and civil. He does enjoy the company of a few select clanmates. He is fiercely loyal and overprotective of his close friends. When he was a kit and apprentice, his mother would tell him that he needed to make friends so he wouldn't lonely. He would brush her advice aside with a swift glare and low growl. Proudfalcon didn't like to talk and had a bit of stutter when he was young. It was something he was teased for and he is still bitter about it. He developed into a charming speaker to spite his kit-hood bullies. Blaze ♡ Warrior. Relationships / open for family (siblings and parents) and maybe a best friend that he doesn't hate / could possibly have fathered a litter in the past? Anything else.
Blushingrose. As her name suggests, this feline has rosy ginger tint to her fur and delicate look to her. She has a delicate face with a soft pink nose and gentle, pale blue eyes. Her fur color is a pale cream with ginger highlights. She has long whiskers which often get in water. She is rather self-conscious of them and will instantly become flustered if anyone makes mention of them around her. She is an easily flustered feline and tends to be humble; Blushingrose doesn't know to how to take compliments. She used to be a painfully shy feline but as she has matured, Blushingrose has stepped out into the limelight. She is more likely to engage with her clanmates outside of her friend circle and will give her input instead of taking quiet and in the shadows. Her determined side has slowly been shining through the more confident she ages. This feline still does have a soft, calming presence and her habit of being a little too trusting. She is still rambunctious around her friends and sometimes it trickles out to her other clanmates if they are willing to be playful with her. Blaze ♡ Warrior. Relationships / open for whatever, family or crushes Anything else.
Flaresnow. A daunting figure, this tom tends to attract attention due to his fluff and seeming towering height. He has large paws and strong muscles that are hidden within his pelt. He has regal face with green eyes. His fur is a soft and pale reddish-ginger with white accents along his chest and belly. He has a stripe of white along his muzzle and his paws. Flaresnow has always been a passive tom; nothing ever tends to faze or rile him. He truly does believe in keeping your cool in difficult situations or "fake it until you make it". He has always been a sharp and wily tom. If it comes to it, he is willing to what is necessary of him to complete a task. This tom might not say too much but he is a proud character. He values his accomplishments and is driven individual. Tends to get bored easily without some sort of direction or future goal. Blaze ♡ Warrior. Relationships / open to siblings, kits, parents, or crushes Anything else.
Speckledpaw. She is a diluted tortoiseshell she-cat with cream and blue splashes mottled together. Her belly is a softer creamy gray color and she has pale green orbs. She is a long-haired with a delicate face and thick fur. She has large paws that lead up to seemingly average size frame; however; Speckled's hip bones are typically sharp under her thick fur. It is unsure why; maybe it is a cause for malnutrition from a kitten. One of the first things that one might notice about Speckledpaw is her mousy nature. She always seems to be on alert and not in a good way; this feline is anxious and always seems to be worried and stressed. She tends to not make eye contact with others and prefers living among the outskirts of camp where she believes is safe. Speckledpaw can be tempted into joining others and forgetting about her worries for a time before reverting back to her usual life. She is an loyal friend and grows attached to others rather quickly. Blaze ♡ Apprentice. Relationships / open to family and friends typically warrior name is Speckledbrook // I envision her as an older apprentice; maybe around 11-moons or older non-traditional apprentice like 14-16 moons (which would be due to an injury)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 9, 2019 6:53:55 GMT -5
Hi Blaze ♡, I just went to add your characters but their links are broken? they wont connect to the page properly I have no idea why.
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 9, 2019 8:37:35 GMT -5
Quickfrost / Burntsky 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ "You can be sure I pray for them deeply already," Quickfrost seconded, bowing his head slightly with sincerity. His eyeline followed Burntsky's as she looked to the clouds. Overcast skies made his fur prickle, fearing their mystically ominous presence. Quickfrost rarely took positive meanings from his surroundings anymore. New leadership and an approaching leaf-bare meant the old tom would be pessimistic until given absolute certainty of the clan's capability to thrive.
With a fluff of his silvery brown shoulders against the cool morning air, he huffed at Burntsky's proposal. Must he always repeat himself, or did any cat take him for his word anymore? "A warrior! If any of them were destined for my role, they would not be disillusioned by a warrior's glory. I will know them when I see them." He softened ever so slightly however at the thought of Burntsky's litter including a worthy apprentice. "Without seeing them yet," he admitted, "And without a sign from StarClan...I suppose I can't fully deny the possibility of my successor being amongst your kits." As for the she-cat's personality, he could think of worse cats' demeanors whose potential kits he would loathe to communicate with regularly. Burntsky didn't bother him endlessly, worked hard, and, from what Quickfrost understood, had appropriate faith in StarClan. Believing strongly in the power of sign and premonition, he decided to learn what he could from the she-cat's intuition. "Do they feel strong, in your heart?" he asked, knowing full well their pressure probably made her merely feel physically of their strength. "What is in your mind when you think of them, and who they are?"
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Post by νσι∂ on Dec 9, 2019 13:10:24 GMT -5
Hailcloud || open ~ Dim gray clouds covered the sky but the overcast weather wasn't going to keep Hailcloud from his duties. Not much in this world could keep him from achieving his goals when he had his mind set. That's how the large tom had always been, dedicated to his clan wholeheartedly. The fact that he didn't have an abundance of free-time had never bothered him, his responsibilities always came first. Well, almost always. There were a few cats among his clan, his brother and mate two of them, that he felt were more important than duty. His thick coat kept him from fluffing up at the cold wind as he dipped and weaved through the pines that made up TaigaClan's main hunting area. Large dark furred paws stepped silently over the fallen pine needles as he searched for any sort of prey. Leaf-bare had unfortunately decided to come early this season and that meant that the prey would soon run scarce. Hailcloud let his maw fall, taking a deep gulp of air, assessing scents of pine and dirt. Something subtle and warm came to him on a particularly harsh wind and the warrior abruptly veered to his left. Mouse. A small, gray furred rodent scurried about, searching for food one could assume. Two fox-lengths away, the smoky gray tom lowered himself into a hunter's crouch. His muscles moved powerfully under his coat as he stalked closer, making sure that he was positioned downwind. Suddenly, the mouse froze, lifting up onto it's hind legs and twitching it's whiskers in the frigid air. The prey had sensed the tall warrior but it was too late for the poor creature, as Hailcloud was already leaping through the air. He landed heavily on the mouse, ending it's life with one giant paw to on the tiny creature's neck. The long-furred tom sent up a silent prayer of thanks to StarClan for the life that had been taken and dug a small hole in the hard earth. He placed the prey inside said hole and quickly covered it, deciding to come back for it afterwards. "Hopefully there's more out here than a tiny mouse," he mumbled thoughtfully, his mind wandering to his very pregnant mate. Burntsky was always stubborn when it came to special treatment and Hailcloud had always respected and admired that in her. However, that also meant that she wouldn't go out of her way to take prey when warriors and apprentices were going hungry. The more prey he and the other hunting patrols brought back, the higher the chance that his mate would eat. So he pushed himself onward.
Palestorm || open ~ The dawn patrol had already been sent out this morning, leaving behind one perturbed warrior. Palestorm hadn't been assigned to the patrol, though she had been woken up early and was definitely rearing to go. Her thick tail lashed behind her, stirring the grass in a clear display of annoyance. Her blue gaze shifted down to her shorter legs, the glare accusing. Keeping up with her more muscular clan-mates had always been a weight on her chest, one that drove her to prove that she could be just as competent as the others. Her fore-claws worked in and out of the hard soil beneath the grass, taking out her aggravation on the poor dirt. 'Complaining about it isn't going to change anything.' With a soft 'humph', Palestorm retracted her claws, lifting her head just as a chilly breeze flew right into her face. Instead of further adding to her frustrations, the air rustling her fur and whiskers helped to calm her hot-head. She let her eyes fall closed for a moment, absorbing the peacefulness of the moment. Shaking herself out of her brief reverie, the light creamy molly cast a cursory glance around the camp. Burntsky appeared to be having quite the conversation with their medicine cat, probably about her kits. A small smile touched her muzzle at the thought of little paws rushing around. Tundrastar was settled next to the fresh-kill pile, seemingly lost in thought. Unwilling to disturb him, Palestorm wandered towards the camp entrance, considering going out for a lone hunt or staying for the return of the dawn patrol. She nodded politely to Wildpaw in greeting.
Silverpaw || Tundrastar, (🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ ) In the back of the apprentices den, curled tight against the hollow trunk, was a small nest with a lump of silvery feline in the center. The moss of the nest was decorated with a few scattered feathers and some tufts of rabbit fur that the tabby apprentice had collected over the moons. The molly herself was sleeping relatively sound, her warm breath fluttering over the fur of tail. Her hind legs twitched ever so slightly as she dreamed of hunting a large rabbit through Bracken Ridge. The prey was always a wolf-length ahead of her and no matter how fast she pushed herself to run she couldn't catch up. A sudden tree root appeared in her path and while Silverpaw tried to slow down, the momentum she had built up sent her sprawling over the obstacle. Just as her head was about to hit the ground the young cat jerked awake in her nest with a loud gasp. There was several moments, filled with deep breaths and small shivers before she managed to calm herself down. 'You're fine, Silverpaw. Stop being such a baby, it was just a dream!' she scolded herself mentally, jaw clenching once. She was relived that most of her den-mates appeared to be already awake by now. Silverpaw rasped a tongue over her fur, flattening down her ruffled pelt. She used her teeth to pick out the stray moss pieces that were tangled in her tail and chest fur. The apprentices den was so peaceful this time of morning, where she was nearly safe from judging eyes. Being alone was relaxing for the silver tabby - at least that's what she tried to tell herself. In truth, not waking up to a friendly face left a deep hole in her chest. Once she was groomed as close to perfection as she could get, the feline made her way out of the stump, forcing a sunny smile across her muzzle. The dawn patrol had definitely been sent out by now but Silverpaw wasn't too vexed about not being asked to attend. The chance to sleep in a little was rare in such a harsh time as Leaf-bare and she was grateful for the opportunity. Her mentor, Blackheart, was no where to be found in camp, probably on a patrol or off hunting. Putting some pep in her step, she bounced over to the fresh-kill pile, tilting her face up to beam at Tundrastar. "Good morning," she offered in greeting, glancing at the meager pile. She could definitely wait to eat, there were many others who needed the strength more than her.
( finally, my gosh this took me forever. cx )
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Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Dec 9, 2019 13:11:22 GMT -5
//hey sorry for not being active, my wifi went out and I'm suffering from major headache ^^' I'll join as soon as I can!
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 9, 2019 14:03:03 GMT -5
[May be doing shorter replies tonight because I'm working on a presentation all:) ] Wildpaw / Palestorm νσι∂ His eyes so drowsily fixated on the camp's entrance, the crouching Wildpaw flinched to an alert stance on all fours when Palestorm startled him at her approach. He dipped his head to the warrior, greeting her nod, and exclaimed, "Palestorm! Where were you going? Or, what were you doing? Have you heard anything new and interesting?" His tone was excitable, but mindfully hushed at this early time. Though energetic, the apprentice was not without grace. If not an adventure, maybe the warrior could provide him with some tantalizing new information, both equally delighted the tom. His position was engaged and strong, practically begging for an invitation to leave camp, though he did not directly ask. Through experience, he found some warriors were less likely to accompany apprentices into the territory if they nagged them incessantly.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 9, 2019 14:09:49 GMT -5
Im out with friends today shall be back and replying in a couple of hours don’t fret and good to see you back hawkswoop!
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 9, 2019 15:19:30 GMT -5
Spitfire patiently waited, green orbs fixed on a squirrel that was cautiously making its way down from its home in a tree trunk to the snowy floor below in search of food. His ears twitched forward slowly as he took one silent step after another before he was quick to pounce. Claws struck out and snagged a hold on its tail before it could run back to its safety net. Sending a silent thanks to starclan quickly he buried his kill under a bush and pawed away the red snow, hopefully this would help keep off any bigger predators about while he searched for more in the chilly morning air. Orange and white fur seemed to swirl and blend in as he made his way along a rocky edge. The sound of a quiet stream they had passed just to get here was off in the distance, signaling he had wandered a little far and probably should start heading back. With a sign of disappointment he made his way back up the rocky slope but stopped short when the sound of blue jays above caught his attention. He ducked low, eyeing them in determination as he crawled his way to the neighboring tree and started hoisting himself up the base of it till he was on a low thick branch that held his weight. Cautiously the Tom started inching forward, going slow as to not draw attention to himself unbeknownst to the blue jays just a few tail lengths from him. He sprang forward, claws heaving him along till he jumped, claws striking a hold on a wing before they both fell to the snow below with a thud. Quick to his paws he grabbed the stunned bird and quickly dealt the final blow before flopping to his belly to catch his breath. “Wow that was a leap” he painted to himself and sat up. After a few moments he stood and gathered his kill before going to fetch the other one and meet up with Blackheart.
Blackheart had headed out in a different direction then his friend, paws leading him to a thick patch of forest just up ahead. Dodging around loose soil and rock he was quick to come to a stop when a white patch of fur moved from its hiding spot in the snow. He crouched low, black fur sticking out like a sore thumb out in the open as he watched a snow hare sniff around in the brush. Ears perked forward slowly as he inched closer it by bit before he sprinted towards it. Prey and predator dodged around the brush, skittering over logs and bushes before he landed heavily down in it and quickly killed it. Though the bitter wind would chill any cat he found himself panting from exertion, fur sticking up to try and cool him down from the sudden sprint. Moving his head around the Tom started to rasp down the fur along his shoulders, shaking himself as he picked up the snow hare and turned away, that chase more then likely scared away anything else wondering about. With a reluctant flick of his tail he headed back to where he had left Spitfire. Out of character he purred a quiet greeting and touched his nose to the toms ear before passing by and leading the way back to the clan. At least they were being back something for a few cats and if they were lucky would probably split a catch themselves after everyone was taken care of.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 9, 2019 18:12:50 GMT -5
His attention pulled from where the leader had been quietly studying the structural integrity of the nursery; the den was overdue for maintenance especially with a new litter on the horizon, and recent deplorable weather had done little to aid its condition. But it seemed that was a task for later in the day, as it seemed his focus was needed elsewhere. A quick study of the fluffy young apprentice told him she appeared ruffled, the bristle of fur across her spine an easy give away for the observant leader. But given the lack of urgency in her pace and the casual nature of her tone that either it was nothing to be concerned about or it was something she had dealt with of her own accord. ”Good morning,” his response was polite and accompanied by an acknowledging nod of his colossal head. “How are you this morning?” He queried with a twitch of his whiskers. A small part of the russet shecat usually found herself questioning exactly when the tom found time to heal any cat, let alone collect herbs when it seemed he promised prayers for every shifting blade of grass. Burntsky found herself merely assuming that Quickfrost only slept a few heartbeats a nights that or had become a master of efficiency and multitasking. Her whiskers twitched in amusement that she kept carefully stifled. Instead she deemed a proper response to node as solemnly as she could massage, grateful for his words of course but amused by his ever sincere demeanour, even when it came to the hypothetical futures of unborn kits. The stars could comed to him and tell him face to face to relax a little, and he’d still concerned he wasn’t relaxing enough for their standards. Her ears teitched, listening with a more forthcoming chuckle as he scolded her for the very idea that a warrior might be his apprentice. “Forgive me,” she purred with a quiet tone. “I never meant to imply any mere warrior could ever be worthy of the rank of your apprentice,” she said quietly, rasping her tongue across her chest. Perhaps it’s better if you follow more in your father’s path, she decided inwardly. Whilst no doubt the older medicine cat would prove himself as a fine mentor, Burntsky knew it was a difficult role and one plagued by pressure. I’ll be proud whatever you turn out to be, she added to her inner monologue, and chuckled at the returning sensation of pummelling paws. “If the amount they kick me is any measure to judge it by,” she straightened, the kicking kits left her swollen belly shivering slightly from the movement, but her gaze was lit with a bizarre mixture of amusement and affection. “They’re definitely kits TaigaClan will be proud of,” on the lips of a different cat it might have sounded like a brat or srragonsce, but the sincerity of her tone demonstrated something else.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 9, 2019 22:47:58 GMT -5
(You're back!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 9, 2019 23:00:28 GMT -5
the forums can never get rid of me... I am a plague Sky! Indeed
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 9, 2019 23:04:51 GMT -5
(Sometimes I feel I am the same XD So what's the juicy details on this Clan? XD)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 9, 2019 23:10:11 GMT -5
i spent way too long on the coding and Blaze ♡ is bullying me for it Everything’s on the front page! And it’s been super fun so far, your fave usual role is up for grabs should it grab your fancy...
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 9, 2019 23:29:04 GMT -5
(Yes! Form building shall commence!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 10, 2019 9:08:17 GMT -5
Awesome!
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Post by νσι∂ on Dec 10, 2019 10:35:42 GMT -5
Palestorm || Wildpaw, (Stealthfire ) A quiet mrrow of laughter escaped her at the sight of the young fluffy tom jumping to his paws. Her mood only continued to lighten as she listened to his excited questions. Palestorm remembered her apprentice days, where she wasn't much different than Wildpaw here, with endless energy and an eagerness to prove herself a warrior. He appeared to have been sitting beside the entrance for some time, probably ready to get out and stretch his legs. "I planned on waiting for the dawn patrol to return," the short caramel point feline admitted, whisking her around to settle over her paws. Her gaze fell back on Burntsky a moment, tilting her head slightly in contemplation. An idea struck, one that could hopefully entertain both Wildpaw and herself. "Do you think Burntsky's alright? I heard her mention that she was feeling sore from sleeping on her old nest. I've been considering going to fetch her some fresh moss at Forked Creek but no one has been brave enough to come with me," Palestorm whispers conspiratorially, her face falling to a false forlorn expression. The nursery hadn't gotten fresh nests in over two moons and it was certainly time for the bedding to be replaced. Though the queen hadn't actually complained, she wanted to make the simple task seem bigger and more exciting than it was, in order to get Wildpaw on board.
Silverpaw || Tundrastar, (🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ ) The apprentice was tall for her age but she still felt absolutely dwarfed sitting near their large leader. Silverpaw tried to sit up a little straighter, trying to appear more mature and put-together than she was. "I slept well, if a little late," she replied, suddenly a bit embarrassed to be one of the last apprentices in the den. Though it was still relatively early in the morning the silver tabby suddenly worried that she'd fallen short somehow. A hint of an unknown dark emotion flashed through the insecure molly's eyes briefly before she brightened her smile. "Did Blackheart go out on dawn patrol?" she asked, eager to change the subject away from her sleeping habits. Silverpaw assumed her mentor was out and about already, which only succeeded in putting more self-invoked guilt on her conscience.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 10, 2019 15:49:31 GMT -5
The tom watched the apprentice with a studied look, managing to disguise the amusement well enough as she enthusiastically spoke, her voice a high pitched melody - a soft note of embarrassment laced her words, but Tundrastar was kind enough to play pretence at not noticing it. There was no need to make the pipsqueak of an apprentice even more worrisome. If anything the muscled tom was grateful for the apprentice's bizarre brand of bravery. The grey leader knew warriors who put space between him and them, some strange concept hierarchy seemed to render them untouchable, as though mild conversation was now bellow him. Tundrastar was grateful for the company, mildly surprised the small apprentice was brave enough to offer something in the way of conversation. Flaring his nostrils, Blackheart's scent was faint in the camp; indicating he had left but a fair while ago. The leader nodded thoughtfully, "It would appear so," he replied with a twitch of his whiskers. "Are you looking for something to do?"
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 10, 2019 16:13:06 GMT -5
The two large toms walked side by side back to camp, heads high to avoid their prey getting wet from the snow below as it started to thin out where they drew closer to the camps entrance. Blackheart padded a little bit ahead of Spitfire as the path narrowed along the rocky edge, the sound of a waterfall heavy in the distance. Carefully picking his way along he started to relax as the path became thicker and opened up to camp, grey eyes scanning to see which cats had woken up since they had been gone. His ears perked forward at seeing his apprentice up and lightly twitched his whiskers in thought before the two went to drop off their catches from this morning. “Better then nothing” he muttered and wondered if the morning patrol had return yet but judging by the faint scents he was correct to assume they had not.
Spitfire purred quietly as he followed along, tail swishing in the air as he playfully swatted a little bit of snow in his friends direction. A glare was thrown in his direction he ignored and rolled his eyes as he carried along happily. The smaller Tom fell in step behind him as they got closer to camp, green orbs scanning their surrounds just in case though no cat would dare venture this far. Eagerly bounding ahead of his friend he was quick to deposit his two catches and stretch out his limbs, happy for the shelter from the bitter cold out in the open mountains. “You should probably do some training today, try not to be a grump” he spoke up in a tone of mischief as he eyed his friend before padding away with a flick of his tail in farewell.
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 10, 2019 16:40:49 GMT -5
[Bogged down in a project tonight so I'll have responses up late otherwise early tomorrow fyi!:) ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Dec 10, 2019 18:06:06 GMT -5
[ buh i will fight you
i see, i see. that's weird but i re-upload those links for you then. also you added Speckledpaw's description and her image but the name and tagged SN is Silverpaw & Void. xD ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 10, 2019 18:29:23 GMT -5
come at me bruv That is a thing I do a worrying amount I’m man enough to admit
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Dec 10, 2019 18:35:48 GMT -5
[ alexa, play kung fu fighting by carl douglas it's one of the annoying things about adding to a coded layout. xD I usually mess up a few forms while I try to add ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 10, 2019 18:38:31 GMT -5
Google home, play eye of the tiger
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Dec 10, 2019 18:48:30 GMT -5
[ i love that song thou ima gonna wrap some gifts and i will be back on later to post a starter or two. ]
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