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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 0:02:25 GMT -5
I have Mr. Toadkit open but he is more of a reactor xD And jayfeather do you want me to repost the Twisted/River cause it got swallowed in the pages or we can reset if you prefer?
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 16, 2020 0:02:31 GMT -5
// sorry Nec! I was typing that reply >.<
I think it's a pretty good idea tbh. How would he find out though? o-o
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 16, 2020 0:03:30 GMT -5
We don’t allow social lives here XD
Again dark forest omniscience would be the most likely bet
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Post by Ace on Jan 16, 2020 0:03:58 GMT -5
Im going to assume the lack of response is a ‘omg I love it so much I have no idea how to express my adoration of that response’ rather than well that’s crap XD |
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Post by Ace on Jan 16, 2020 0:05:02 GMT -5
i've got three characters open! calliope wanna throw tigersoul in with one of mine??
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 0:08:28 GMT -5
Okay so.
A. YAY my baby Lichen has all the kin now <3 he will love his new son SO MUCH
B. Very happy that Emberstar has one empathetic kit now xD a quick update on where I see Tawny with everything that's developed so far/everything new: I still think she'll be VERY upset at Emberstar for singling out Monarchpaw for special protection and she'll take it as a "you're not the special one" offense on herself. At the moment she: 1. no longer sees Monarch as a threat so is okayish with her 2. is probably trying to distance herself greatly from Alder because she sees him as direct competition for her shine
C. The Emberstar thing sounds good. Do you want Hickory to find out earlier or at the same time? I haven't thought about him as much I just figure he'll be hurt by it either way
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 16, 2020 0:10:41 GMT -5
Same time would break my heart thus YES
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 0:12:14 GMT -5
Okay AGONY I love it
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 0:12:35 GMT -5
I'll try and whip up some replies before sleep tonight
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 16, 2020 0:17:43 GMT -5
Anyone else for proclaiming sod off to pacing and doing it all tomorrow coz I am EXCITED
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 0:19:43 GMT -5
I can totally support that.
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 16, 2020 0:19:56 GMT -5
// Stealth -- maybe Tawny notices Mumble following around Monarch and decides to question her about it later on in the roleplay when everyone's open c:<?
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 0:20:32 GMT -5
So tomorrow I start a new job and I'll be gone for like an eight hour chunk ... but around late night! (U.S. time evening)
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 0:21:51 GMT -5
【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 I think that's a really good source of tension between them, special treatment wise especially. Actually Miss Tawny has just been mauled by a sparrow hanging from a tree so she may need a scrape or two looked at by Monarch?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 16, 2020 0:24:05 GMT -5
If only XD
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 16, 2020 0:28:10 GMT -5
// Stealth -- actually :00 that's a good idea!! Monarch's running around through the territory on her way to Meandering Creek and Mumble's hot behind her i believe ;w; Perhaps they can run into her and Mumble?
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 0:31:00 GMT -5
Sure, I'll draft up my Tawny/Storm reply and then I'm cool with them running into eachother for a lil forced interaction hehe as long as Necs is cool w/it
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 16, 2020 0:32:53 GMT -5
Fine of course 
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 0:46:50 GMT -5
Ahh nevermind i already did my Tawny reply whhhoops
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 16, 2020 0:49:39 GMT -5
Did you? Whoops I’ll, reply in the morning sorry!
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 0:53:44 GMT -5
Hahahah you're fine I'm just an eejit when it comes to all these pages now lol watch me crumble.
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 16, 2020 1:05:44 GMT -5
Halfdawn / Mosslight calliope
The ginger and black medicine cat hadn't been chewing away at her elder leaves for Fawnfall's paw too long before a voice called to her from beyond the den. Taking a short break from the poultice, gathering it carefully next to the injured warrior, she commented to the she-cats in her den, "It seems I have a busier day than I would have guessed. If you'll just excuse me." Halfdawn didn't mind to be occupied by sprained paws and little things for the kits and elders. It was the other sort of busy that caused her to dissociate from her work, the kind that only came in times of great violence, when here two paws were not enough to heal the wounded that flooded into her den. Peering out, her amber and blue gaze met the sweet pale eyes of Mosslight. "What can I help you with? Don't tell me there's a sickness of spraining paws going around," she mused, nodding to Fawnfall's resting state in her den. She then thought better of it than to explain herself, not wanting to embarrass the injured warrior, since she clearly had not wanted anyone to know of her small misstep.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 16, 2020 11:08:02 GMT -5
 Ears flattened to his skull, it took every ounce of his effort to keep his body from shaking like a dead leaf clinging to a dry branch; a metaphor he found all too fitting in the moment. He paid little heed to his apprentice's terrified stammering. Stormchaser's heart thundered like rain upon the treetops during the harshest of storms, the muscled warrior could barely breathe as he fought to figure out a way to retrieve his apprentice from the tree tops in a single piece.
Grateful the small shecat had managed to scramble free of her perilous perch enough to gain more stable footing, the bulky warrior finally spoke now. "Next time maybe don't go so far up," on any other cat's tongue the words might have been considered humerous, but on the massive warrior's they sounded nothing short of lethal.
Inhaling sharply, the warrior attempted to make an about turn, but found his efforts rendered the tree limb trembling beneath him. Grimacing, he resorted to slowly but surely beginning to back up, his large paws scuffing the bark underfoot as he moved tactically. Allowing each paw to test the weight of the oncoming branch before attempting to put his full weight on it, the process was slow and infuriating, but might just be the only way they got out of this alive.
Until a wave of relief shattered his well disguised fear, as his tail brushed against the trunk of lightning point itself. But only half the battle was won, but at the very least the apprentice should have found it easier now much of the weight had been relieved from the branches.
"Try and turn around," he ordered without a hint of emotion to his deep tone, "Slow and steady." |
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Post by calliope on Jan 16, 2020 11:44:05 GMT -5
I actually have Tigersoul out in camp right now! He's about to chow down on some mouse if you would like to join! Ace) |
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Post by calliope on Jan 16, 2020 11:49:56 GMT -5
Mosslight tilted her head, ears forward with a look of confusion spreading across her face. She looked at the sisters occupying the corner of the den before shrugging it off. "So, this might pose as a weird question. But...," she started. The gray tabby felt her heart rate rise as she began to grow nervous. "With your permission and a travel pack full of herbs to help with aching joints, I was wanting to take my grandfather to see the deer over in Cattail Valley." Her nerves were dancing under her gray tabby pelt. "I won't let nothing happen to him! It's just been forever since he's seen the outside of camp." Mosslight sat on her haunches, licking her chest a few times to unsuccessfully ease the tension.
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Post by Ace on Jan 16, 2020 13:17:00 GMT -5
@anyone Tigersoul rolled onto his back with a groan. The big ginger tabby opened his eyes to see the ceiling of the den above him. He let out a big yawn, stretching his paws forward with a stretch. Flipping back onto his belly, the tom slid his front paws out and his tail into the air. Once he limbered up, Tigersoul padded out of the warrior's den and down into the center of camp. ( jayfeather sure to Moonshadow having a crush on my big fluff boy. I just not to romance too early into an rp. Little more realistic that way. But totes fine with you having a crush!) snowwhisker | in camp w/ tigersoul | calliope From the time the she-cat had opened her eyes to the moment she pulled in her first big breath of forest air, Snowwhisker was feeling optimistic about the day. Though she wasn't one for suffocating cheer and noise, like some cats, she also wasn't completely stone-cold and was capable of consciously erasing the scowl from her face. Even if only for the first half of the day. Taking a few moments to close her eyes once more and prepare her sleep-drenched body for the movement, she thoughtfully ran through her duties for the day. Even more pleasing, she couldn't think of too many. A pleased purr rumbled through her chest as she finally rose up onto her paws and sank into a luxurious stretch. Once warmed and ready, she strode out into the middle of the camp. Her gaze fell upon her fellow warrior. "Hello, Tigersoul," she greeted pleasantly as she came up from behind him and approached the fresh-kill pile. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2020 17:25:08 GMT -5
Hollymoon/ Marshkit; Otterkit
🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Hollymoon laughed a bit. “Oh, a far away time from now,” she purred, licking Otterkit’s cheek. “Momma, I want to see Ashkit,” Marshkit begged. “Oh, sweetie, Ashkit will hurt you,” Hollymoon meowed, glaring at Ashkit. Marshkit looked up at his mother with his giant gray eyes. “But, Momma, Ashkit pretty,” Marshkit mewled. “Ashkit is big. Way to big to play with you,” Hollymoon purred, but sent a hard glare and a hiss towards Ashkit. Why wouldn’t Marshkit just get over her?! Marshkit finally sighed, giving defeat. He pressed his side against his mother leg and watched Otterkit. “Why do you want to leave?” Marshkit asked. Hollymoon sighed. “Sweetie, one day you have to leave.” It devastated her to say it, but she needed to tell her perfect little baby the truth. Marshkit’s giant eyes got bigger, which most CopseClan believed they couldn’t. “Momma, I have to leave you?” Marshkit’s eyes got all teary and Hollymoon got teary too. “No, perfect little baby, just the den, not me.” Marshkit calmed down a bit, but pressed his teary face into Hollymoon’s furry chest.
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Post by calliope on Jan 16, 2020 18:09:48 GMT -5
I'll reply here in a bit, at work! Once it slows I'll be able to respond! jayfeather Ace) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2020 18:10:39 GMT -5
{Alright!}
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