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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2020 20:54:14 GMT -5
{My cousin is coming over this weekend; prob won’t we too active.}
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Jan 16, 2020 21:47:42 GMT -5
Mumblewolf
❝ ━But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten. ♚
Even turned, the apprentice’s intentions came clear—a side-view image of muscle bunching beneath the flicker of gingers and whites, actions captured by his ever-watchful peripherals and forwarded to his equally heedful mind’s depths.
Unhurried, slow, an impressive crown raised, contours sharp against the bright of dawn’s gentle stare, framed by plumed fur and canted ears, and centered by the crisp glow of ice-blue eyes, aglitter like the unblinking gaze of a sharp-eyed serpent, pulsing alive and aware, marking within them a vanishing frosted, feathered tail.
Out of all the immature possibilities expected of Monarchpaw, running away had never crossed as an option, though the more time he had to ponder, the more it became likelihood.
Perhaps he’d initially dismissed the idea as it put her in the light of cowardice, and the warrior knew better from experience that deep down, trapped beneath the weight of insecurities, the understudy was but a coward. …Did the deputy have to reassess his opinion on her? Possibly.
A sigh whispered through the whites of teeth and the browns of vole fur. Languid in movements, he returned the rodent’s corpse atop the prey pile, unraveling his grip and allowing it to crumple into a limp heap of splayed limbs and punctured skin.
Postured, ready, muscle strained underneath heavy fur and in a blur of liquid bronze, he started off and out of camp. Touched with grace and an athletic form fit for stamina, Mumblewolf easily plunged forward in long, agile strides, breaths coming in steady bouts that surged in rhythm to fluttering lungs and a pounding heart. Morning fog danced and heaved around rushing paws, erupting around him like icy smoke.
Though not the best of trackers, it was easy to follow a trail consisting of scattered leaves and desperate paw-prints from an otherwise inexperienced healer trying to escape the Clan’s accomplished deputy.
Suffice it to say, Monarchpaw did not think this through.
The wind whistled playful words of encouragement, lending him the medic’s herbal scent as the disrupted leafy floor grew even more pronounced and the imprints more ragged. She definitely wasn’t in the best of shapes, whether due to being confined in camp or not undergoing the rigors of warrior training. Either way, he made a quick mental note to help increase her endurance whenever it came time to train.
Finally, the she-cat’s silhouette entered his field of vision and he quickened his pace. Flanking her for a moment like a dog would sheep, he pushed past to overcome her momentum and ran a few feet ahead, simply to slide into a halt and obstruct her exit with a much larger structure.
His body was eerily relaxed, but in his countenance lay a piercing disappointment sharper than any anger, and more humiliating than any insult. He regarded her in a fashion similar he would a kit, one whose mischievous nature had caused a problem, but had yet to understand why it was a problem. And quite like that very infant and their immature doings, he truly sought to understand the thought process of Monarchpaw’s childish getaway.
Lifting a paw, poised as though to strike—pads calloused, strong, a sentiment to moons of thriving in this harsh wilderness, on rugged terrain and cold stone. Instead of a crashing cuff one would’ve expected as punishment—a very real fear, should one not know Mumblewolf—he gestured. Swift, precise, the movements he made with his paws were fascinating, if not entirely hypnotizing. They started in meticulous fashion, signaling the medic, then pushing up against his chest. Toes splayed, claws momentarily unsheathing, before returning within their sockets so he could punctuate the final piece to the phrase by giving his forehead a ginger touch.
‘You have much to learn.’
He allowed his emotions to weave into the rhythm of each motion, emphasizing their meaning through expression for assistance, knowing full well Monarchpaw’s grasp on the silent language came little to nil, while also understanding she needed something to leech off of—something to know he was there. And if it meant having to sign for her own comfort, even if briefly, then so be it.
Shoulders squaring and stance widening, the broad-shouldered creature returned to a soldier’s posture, warily surveying their surroundings with a critical regard, while simultaneously holding Monarchpaw cautiously in view.
She wouldn’t be running off any time soon.
Author's note ;; { This has to be one of my favorite Mumble post :0 }
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2020 21:51:50 GMT -5
{You guys, I’m so excited cuz I just finished my homework the week!😌}
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Post by calliope on Jan 16, 2020 22:13:11 GMT -5
Big ginger ears perked up and shifted to where he heard his fellow clanmate. Once making eye contact, the big fluffy tom showed his teeth with a big grin. "Heya, Snowwhisker!" he meowed cheerfully. He turned back to the fresh-kill pile before him and narrowed his eyes, searching for the perfect morsel to chow down on. "Hmm," he muttered, "Maybe a mouse can suffice for now?" Tigersoul picked up a good size rat in his jaws, already beginning to salivate at the smell. "Woush yous likes ta join?"
The black kit rolled her eyes at the other queen that shared their space in the nursery. That queen is a whole other reason I want to leave. Ashkit thought with a big huff. It's even worse with that baby whining about me all the time. "Momma, we can I leave the nursery, again?" she meowed loudly. "I don't like it in here anymore." Ashkit stood super close to her mother. If anyone from the outside looking in saw her, they wouldn't be able to see her as she blended into her mother's luxurious coat. It was semi-comforting to the young kitten: warm and soft. It just felt like home.
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Jan 16, 2020 22:43:28 GMT -5
Fallowslate
❝ ━Throw kindness around like confetti. ♛
With a start, the queen noticed Fawnfall pull away. Her eyes flickered briefly in puzzlement, pondering if the embrace had been too tight, but settled upon noticing the look in her sister’s eyes.
Was it concern, anxiety, insecurity? Or a blend of all of them? Whatever it was, the dappled she-cat knew she sought personal space, and allowed for room between the two of them—a simple boundary not too wide, but not too close.
Should Fallowslate had identified the true reason behind the distance, the molly would’ve scooped up her kin and held her tight, finding it completely ridiculous Fawnfall thought her time with the tabico was somehow ‘lesser’ for not being a kit nor a queen. Alas, for even though Fallowslate was a good read in character, Fawnfall was a tricky cat, with ups and downs the queen could follow, but not always comprehend in full.
Noticing a new change in atmosphere, she perked up. Warm gaze fell gently on her sister’s, eyes a sea of lush heather speckled finely over by dandelions, regarding her with the love and affection every sibling had for one another. She closed the divide between the two of them, seating near so their coats brushed together. A purr moved through her chest, the vibrations expanding to Fawnfall by touch.
“Oh no, I don’t think it was embarrassing,” she reassured her, soft and warm, almost like rich honey.
“You wanna know what’s embarrassing? Having all the kits in the nursery ambush you and win.”
Fallowslate laughed endearingly at the memory.
“A queen is no walk in the forest, yes, but I would never trade it for the world. I don’t know how to describe it, but just seeing these tiny little balls of fluff, growing up into amazing, talented young warriors. …Pride doesn’t even begin to measure what I feel. Nurturing is what I was born to do, something I can’t explain, but it just feels right.”
She sighed. “Though Cedarthorn and I could never have kits, the kits I raised, though not blood, they are mine. And I cherish each and every one of them for their special talents and uniqueness. If you want, we could visit the nursery after this. …Though Darkblossom and Hollymoon aren’t the most… lenient of mothers, I could maybe convince one of them to introduce you to their kits. Oh they’re precious little things. Baykit and Marshkit especially. I think you’d love them.”
Noticing Halfdawn step away, Fallowslate nodded understandingly.
“Tell dear Lichenstone I said hello,” she purred to Mosslight.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 16, 2020 22:44:35 GMT -5
I am in love with half the clan and it is a problem XD
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 17, 2020 11:36:35 GMT -5
 Disappointment flooded her veins, the confines of the nursery though massive compared to the puny kitten, were like a prison to the easily bored kit. Her mother offered little in the way of entertainment, same with her brother. Moss balls are more fun than Marshkir, she crinkled her nose at the thought.
“Yes, mama,” she relented but sounded far from happy about it. Whereas the outside world seemed to terrify Marshkit, Otterkit longed for it.
Great, now they’re crying, Otterkit was perhaps too independent for her own good, but that didn’t make her find it any less frustrating as to how she watched her family act. From Fallowslate’s stories of warriors; something she aspired to become with all her heart, they were brave and wise and battle hardened, and yet her little family seemed frightened of every shadow that might cause harm. Otterkit could barely imagine a life for her brother outside of the nursery, which meant it was left to her to keep him safe she had decided. |
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Post by Ace on Jan 17, 2020 13:02:12 GMT -5
snowwhisker | in camp w/ tigersoul | calliope
She knew she was in a good mood because Tigersoul's antics weren't making her eyes roll in the slightest. Not about to question her lack of social anxiety, she cautiously tilted her head as she surveyed the pile of dead things, looking for the perfect meal to accompany her weirdly good start to the day. "Sure, I'll join you," she agreed casually and picked an especially juicy-looking rabbit out of the pile. Following him to the spot where they would settle down and eat their meal, she jumped right into small talk: "So what's your plan for the day?" She spoke surprisingly clearly around her mouthful of fur. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2020 17:09:48 GMT -5
🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ I'm gonna get a reply up soon!
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Post by calliope on Jan 17, 2020 17:12:06 GMT -5
Between mouthfuls of meat and hair, Tigersoul pondered the question and then closed his eyes with a shrug. "I dunno. Probably go and patrol the area near the apple cospe. Maybe hunt?" Honestly, the tom's day was pretty open, save for whatever the deputy would assign him later. He took another huge bite, ultimately finishing the rat and leaving a pile of partially chewed bones for him to later discard. "What about you?" Truth be told, he was more or less surprised Snowwhisker was spending time with him. Usually, he always appeared to be irritating her. Oh well! I'm not gonna chance it. Just roll with it Tiger.
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Post by Ace on Jan 17, 2020 17:29:53 GMT -5
Snowwhisker | in camp w/ Tigersoul | calliope The she-cat dug into her rabbit heartily as she listened to the other warrior go on. His day was very similar to hers. She nodded absentmindedly and continued eating until he'd finished speaking, allowing for a few moments of silence before she filled it. "I haven’t decided yet. But if I’m bored and have nothing to do, the most productive use of my time would probably be to go hunting. Would you mind if I joined you?” Hunting as a pair was always more fun and there weren’t too many other cats she saw awake at the moment. Regardless of the fact that this tom wasn’t her first choice, it was better than going alone. |
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Post by calliope on Jan 17, 2020 17:52:56 GMT -5
(Awhhhh Snow! He's a good obnoxious boi!)
Tigersoul gave a toothy grin with wide eyes. "Well of course! I enjoy hunting in small groups anyways! More to carry back to camp!" The undertone of his voice gave a small remnant of surprise. What in StarClan have I done to get on Snowwhisker's good side today? "When do you want to go?" he asked the she-cat. "Today should be a pretty day! Do you know how to fish?" You're rambling... The tom bit the inside of his cheek as a painful reminder to let the molly in front of him speak.
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Post by Ace on Jan 17, 2020 18:15:23 GMT -5
Snowwhisker | in camp w/ Tigersoul | calliope
Snowwhisker chuffed gently in amusement at his enthusiasm and finished the last couple of bites of her rabbit. Taking note of the surprise in his voice, she pondered briefly if it would do her good to make a point of being nicer to other cats. Though she quickly dismissed the thought, as she ran through the list of her clanmates in her head, deciding that she really couldn't care less if they were intimidated by her or not. "I'm ready to leave whenever you are," Snowwhisker purred when he finally went silent. "And yes, I know how to fish." The she-cat rose to all fours and shook out her thick pelt gently, sinking into another stretch briefly. "We should go sooner, rather than later. Else I'll get bored." She smiled at Tigersoul, but it wasn't too kind of a smile.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2020 18:16:34 GMT -5
{Gonna get a response up, but might get off early tonight; my cousin’s coming over}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2020 18:46:57 GMT -5
Hollymoon/ Marshkit; Otterkit
🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
“Sweetie, you’re only a week old,” Hollymoon cooed, noticing her daughter’s disappointment. Hollymoon knew she would have to take Otterkit our soon, but how? She couldn’t just leave Marshkit all by himself in the nursery! Of course, Darkblossom would probably try to kill him. Hollymoon gave a mean hiss and growl to Darkblossom. It didn’t make anyone surprised; the two queens were always hating on each other. Hollymoon licked between Marshkit’s tiny tiny ears, and meowed, “Look, sweetie. I would take you out if I could. But-” Hollymoon cut off. Otterkit already hated her perfect little baby already; how would she feel if she knew Marshkit was holding her back from leaving the den? “Look, sweetie, I’ll take you out when you’re ready,” Hollymoon promised. She licked between Otterkit’s ears too, hoping it wouldn’t make her mad. The thing was, Hollymoon knew that Otterkit wasn’t ready to explore just yet; she needed more time. Hollymoon knew she was bored in the den, but she would be afraid of the outside, and Hollymoon can’t kill the outside! “Momma?” Marshkit squeaked. “Yes, perfect little baby?” Hollymoon asked, her voice sharp. Had something hurt Marshkit?! “I wanna see outside the den,” Marshkit mewled, his voice sweet. Hollymoon grunted. “No, it’s too dangerous out there for you two,” she cooed, brushing her fluffy tail across Marshkit’s tiny, tiny, fluffy body. “Please, Mommy?” Marshkit begged. “The outside is dangerous, perfect little baby. Do you really want to be put into danger?” Hollymoon asked. Marshkit purred at the sound of his mother’s voice. It could calm a crazy demon when she was happy. “I don’t want to be in danger, Mommy, but the camp isn’t dangerous, is it?” Marshkit asked. Hollymoon nodded. “Yes, sweeties. The big warriors stomp around, they might stomp on you and crush you!” Hollymoon tried to explain it in the scariest way; she didn’t want her babies to leave the den!
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Post by calliope on Jan 17, 2020 18:56:44 GMT -5
(I'm at work Ace but I'll respond when I can!) |
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Post by Ace on Jan 17, 2020 19:02:47 GMT -5
(I'm at work Ace but I'll respond when I can!) |
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 17, 2020 19:35:38 GMT -5
// hey guys! Kinda out of nowhere but a family emergency popped up and I won't be able to reply for a 2-3 days </3
sorry about that
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 17, 2020 19:41:05 GMT -5
Hope you’re ok twi!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2020 20:43:42 GMT -5
{Hope everything’s ok, Twi!}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2020 22:53:02 GMT -5
{Marshkit’s warrior name is gonna be Marshflood if that’s cool with everyone. Totally random but whatever}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2020 8:50:03 GMT -5
{How is everyone this morning?}
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 18, 2020 14:21:54 GMT -5
Im doing really well thanks! Going to be unexpectedly busy this weekend so bare with me please!
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Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Jan 18, 2020 23:35:53 GMT -5
I died again, but I am back. I'm a bit surprised to see no tags? :0 //
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Non-binary
☾ѕησσzє☽
no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jan 19, 2020 10:15:32 GMT -5
 𝔽𝕒𝕨𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝
Were the vibrations scattering through the she-cat from her sister's purr or her own anxious ways? in all honesty she wasn't fully sure, but she tried to chalk it up to just be the former, she didn't want her sister to worry anymore about her. With the small story filling her ears, she couldn't help letting out a small laugh. It would be embarassing to have all the kits in the nursery win against her, a full fledged warrior. Her face grew hot with worry though at the mention of her meeting the kits in the nursery.
"I-Are you sure? I don't know....I haven't really interacted with kits myself since we were ones. I mean, it might be nice though...to meet the younger generation of the clan." The small cat knew she should involve herself more in clan life and kits weren't that scary were they? They were just small cats, with little no cares in the world.
"I guess it wouldn't too bad to see them after this, I'll take you up on your offer." It'll help me escape the eyes of the clanmates too, no worrying about patrols if I'm hidden away in the nursery. A bit of regret gnawed at her stomach, she always pictured she'd be a queen long before this time when she was a kit. She hadn't even found herself a mate yet, let alone spoke with a tom long enough to form a bond. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 19, 2020 10:22:03 GMT -5
Please don’t die dude, we’re rather fond of you!
Good afternoon guys! Hope you’re all well 
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 19, 2020 11:26:19 GMT -5
[ I have not forgotten about sweet Ember/Hickory will be doin that one next xx ]
Tawnypaw / Stormchaser 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Shivering almost as much as the twigs at the end of the branch she stared down, the tufted apprentice still felt her face burn hot with the scalding advice from her mentor. No, she thought, Next time I'll be sure to stay low...so long as Stormchaser is watching me. Even in her perilous state, the self-aware she-cat was more than cognizant of her fatal need to push her limits in the face of others. If anyone else had been with them that day, she probably wouldn't have stopped until she reached the peak, and perhaps nothing would have saved her then. Unable to see what was happening, she felt nothing but the heavy footholds of the warrior shift steadily. Was he leaving her to fend it out for herself, or was he coming to fetch her like a kit by the scruff of her neck down to shameful safety?
When the wavering of his weight lifted, Tawnypaw heard his command, and steeled herself into movement. With no response, she began to flex her pelt and paws, to remember where they were, and how to move them. She had to stop her shaking. When she crinkled her nose, she felt sharp stinging of the sparrow's beak marks crossed its bridge, and scented the faintest trace of blood pricking on her face. Backing up her hind legs until they met thicker grounding, she slowly willed her front paws to cease trembling, and gathered all her tiny feet close enough together to rotate her body. With horror, Tawnypaw glimpsed at a flash of the horizon, so looming and lined with the tops of other trees, before she was once again facing the tree's trunk, along with her mentor's stern face. The she-cat scanned it, fascinated by what he felt. Finding nothing, she settled upon analysing his disappointment when they returned to ground. She stepped as calmly as she could back to the thick of the tree, prepared to make their descent.
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