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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 19, 2020 15:11:11 GMT -5
Halfdawn / Mosslight calliope / Fawnfall ☾ѕησσzє☽ / Fallowslate ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"Hold on," she told Fawnfall, turning her head back inside the den. The medicine cat had overheard Fallowslate's plans for the injured warrior. "You're free to leave this den, only as soon as you spread the elder leaf poultice I've set there on your paw. Stay away from patrols for the night and come back to me if it bothers tomorrow." She spoke quickly and efficiently, trusting that if Fawnfall didn't listen to her, Fallowslate overhearing her sister's restrictions would keep the warrior in line just as well.
Turning her attention back to Mosslight, Halfdawn considered her words. The younger she-cat's clear concern over the seriousness of an elder leaving camp was convincing, she would doubtless take excellent care of Lichenstone as she said. "Cattail Valley..." Halfdawn quickly ran through the risks of the distance, the terrain for the old tom, and any issues the current season presented. "Very well. I think that's a very kind thing for you to do, if anything it will help him to feel less confined. Wait only a moment." With a small nod, the medicine cat returned to her small nook filled with herbs, briskly sweeping up large wrap leaves and stuffing them with burnet, chamomile, and daisy leaves. Satisfied with the amount, she bundled them together, and presented the package to Mosslight. "Half now, half before you leave the valley. Oh, and bring another warrior or apprentice with you, if you can. If something should happen to you, you'll need someone besides an elder to run back to camp for help."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 19, 2020 18:03:24 GMT -5
 His heart; which until that point had been thundering like a piston in his chest cavity - terrified that it would take only a mistimed breath and his apprentice would be plumetting back to the ground, finally began to slow to a more normal rate. With their paws on the sturdiers barks offered by the tree trunk, the chances of death were fairly smaller, and even then there was little more he could do for Tawnypaw. Carrying her down by the scruff, something he had admittedly initially been considering, would only have put the pair of them more at risk.
For now all Stormchaser could do was pray he had taught the young shecat well enough to know her left paw from her right paw, and the ground from the sky.
Leading the way, his claws ached from the effort of finding and keeping purchase on the tree trunk. His plumed tail drifting left and right in his wake, the older tom was the very embodiment of care and caution as he moved. Finally, when he was only a couple of foxlengths from the ground the tom leapt. Skidding as he collided with the earth, but maintaining his balance and turning back to his apprentice expectantly.
"Lets get you back to camp before your mother kills me," his tone was guttural but otherwise emotionless. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2020 19:37:46 GMT -5
{My whole right side huuuuuuuuuuurts.}
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 19, 2020 22:49:09 GMT -5
 MONARCHPAW
The molly's ears swiveled back to fold tightly against her sun tufted skull. The rhythmic thumping that pointed out that her sprint stole most of her energy echoed in her canals from the depths of breast. Monarchpaw knew that remaining to stay hidden beneath the roots of her shared den would make her skills begin to lack. Although she had to admit that often she did find herself leaving the camp to practice training, Monarchpaw was unable to discover a better technique that allowed her to build more muscle and stamina; and it did cross her mind that she was frustrated for not learning anything more. Currently, she reminded herself, that she was attempting to hide from the skilled second-in-command, and thus, she began to take deep breaths through her nose and quietly, slowly released the heated wind through her cavern, off into the cool morning air.
The elegant tyro aimed to listen to what was beyond the rapping that traveled to her tufted ears— for anything that signaled that Mumblewolf was approaching the she-cat. The urge to turn her head and search for the rather annoying deputy was painfully high, and she was extremely tempted to do so, however, she decided that if her little ginger cranium peeked around the tree, he would spot her instantly. However, she decided to crouch and make her way inwards towards the forest.
Instantly she regretted the decision.
The force on her small frame instantly pushed her over and the she-cat fell over onto the floor with a huff, instantly recognizing the smell that overwhelmingly filled her nostrils. Monarchpaw's head drifted upwards, looking up at the tomcat she desperately wanted to get away from. She didn't need the ridiculous treatment that Emberstar ordered, especially from someone whom the medicine apprentice wished to be away from. She knew her want to be alone often kicked in and it was unhealthy, however, with her only family she knew of didn't seem to take a liking towards her, and StarClan deemed itself clearly to be after her. She didn't have anything go her way. Not the rank she wanted, not the relationships she wanted, and even then, she wasn't even good at the rank and everyone appeared to baby her. It didn't make sense whatsoever, so she just wishes Emberstar could release Mumblewolf's decision to stop the monitoring. By how it was going?— clearly it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
She was thinking to herself with a passionate fire burning with both, her bosom and her sunny orbs freckled with hazels and greens. Her gaze bore into the tom's soul, for what it seemed, and if her looks could kill, Mumblewolf would've been dead before she looked at him. Her jaws separated from it's tightly shut posture, however, she stopped when she closely observed the tom begin his peculiar movements with his toes. Her eyes lost their flames, and she stared at him with a slightly tilted head, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Was that his attempt at communicating? She knew he understood their words, but for him to do something like this... she wondered if this was a sign for her. Some kind of sign that she needed to let her cool down and begin to understand others.
Monarchpaw's orbs were wide and just above them, her muscles contracted and formed a strong look, full of confusion as it indicated her brows furred towards one another. "What did you just do... Are you trying to talk to me?" Her voice began to lightly on harshness and begin on confusion, and underneath her strong ego was curiosity.
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Post by Ace on Jan 20, 2020 11:51:51 GMT -5
sorry i haven’t been on! had a massive exam on saturday and am still recovering lol)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2020 13:50:04 GMT -5
{Prob not gonna be too active today./ My friend’s coming over soon}
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Post by calliope on Jan 20, 2020 21:43:35 GMT -5
Halfdawn / Mosslight calliope / Fawnfall ☾ѕησσzє☽ / Fallowslate ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"Hold on," she told Fawnfall, turning her head back inside the den. The medicine cat had overheard Fallowslate's plans for the injured warrior. "You're free to leave this den, only as soon as you spread the elder leaf poultice I've set there on your paw. Stay away from patrols for the night and come back to me if it bothers tomorrow." She spoke quickly and efficiently, trusting that if Fawnfall didn't listen to her, Fallowslate overhearing her sister's restrictions would keep the warrior in line just as well.
Turning her attention back to Mosslight, Halfdawn considered her words. The younger she-cat's clear concern over the seriousness of an elder leaving camp was convincing, she would doubtless take excellent care of Lichenstone as she said. "Cattail Valley..." Halfdawn quickly ran through the risks of the distance, the terrain for the old tom, and any issues the current season presented. "Very well. I think that's a very kind thing for you to do, if anything it will help him to feel less confined. Wait only a moment." With a small nod, the medicine cat returned to her small nook filled with herbs, briskly sweeping up large wrap leaves and stuffing them with burnet, chamomile, and daisy leaves. Satisfied with the amount, she bundled them together, and presented the package to Mosslight. "Half now, half before you leave the valley. Oh, and bring another warrior or apprentice with you, if you can. If something should happen to you, you'll need someone besides an elder to run back to camp for help."
(Anyone available for a little "go into nature and stare at things with grandpa and granddaughter" lol)
Gray ears perked up once she heard the Medicine Cat agree to let her take Lichenstone out of camp. Her heart began beating even more as she mentally jumped for joy. Oh! He's gonna be so thrilled! The molly beamed with pride as she waited for Halfdawn to return with the goodies she would need to get her grandfather's old joints moving again. Mosslight's eyes twinkled once she saw the sack of leaves, holding the precious herbs inside, within Halfdawn's jowls. She grasped the leaf packet in her mouth as she listened to the Medicine Cat. She sat them in front of her paws before she spoke," Of course! I'll see who I can hunt down to come with us. Grandpa's gonna be more than elated to get out of this camp. Thank you, Halfdawn!" The gray tabby bowed her head with respect and grabbed the travel pack. She padded out of the den, and made the short trip back across camp to her expectant family member.
"Granfa! I'm baff!" Mosslight's statement came out only sounding like messed up versions of the original words. She sat the pack down in front of the elderly tom with a beaming smile. "Halfdawn said yes! You just need to eat HALF of this pack now while I go find us someone to tag along! I'm so excited for you!" The molly loved doing things for the old cat, even if he thought it was just a waste of her "precious warrior time."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 20, 2020 21:47:33 GMT -5
Roll up roll up, for Mosslight’s woodland tour for the geriatric XD it’s so cute in fairness
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Post by calliope on Jan 20, 2020 23:26:42 GMT -5
I love Mosslight honestly. Probably my favorite out of my arsenal of characters I have.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 21, 2020 13:12:40 GMT -5
Good evening guys
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 21, 2020 19:54:47 GMT -5
Its ok! I’m waiting for replies too 
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2020 20:19:12 GMT -5
{ I’m waiting on replies for Hollymoon/ Marshkit.}
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 21, 2020 20:37:18 GMT -5
Twistedbranch / Riverstream jayfeather
The massive she-cat refused to lay comfortably, instead staying in a rigid sitting position. She was hopelessly disappointed that Riverstream had bothered to speak with her for no reason other than- well, Twistedbranch actually wasn't yet sure the exact reason for his determination to hold a conversation with her. Her friends were a close group of cats who she had either trained with or shared similar views with, and she really didn't bother to leave that circle for social reasons unless there was particularly good action to be seen. As the grey warrior returned, Twistedbranch took the initiative of having the first bite of her mouse. Mealy, and meagre, just like I thought. Next time she left to gallivant on her own in the early hours of the morning, she really would have to put some more effort into her catch. Anyone else tasting this mouse would think an apprentice had caught it half-dead on their first day of training. She was unable to understand Riverstream's point of being around her with nothing to discuss. If he had begun their conversation, she would see to it that he found a way to keep it going, or else it would teach him to ever speak to her without scandal again. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2020 20:50:22 GMT -5
Riverstream; Twistedbranch
Stealthfire
The tom settled down near Twistedbranch and sighed. “So, um, how do you think the Clan will do? For, well, a battle I guess if we have one?” Riverstream asked. Well wasn’t that a stupid question, he thought to himself. How do you think the Clan will do in a battle? Really, Riverstream? Riverstream popped out of his thoughts, turning back to the pretty molly, waiting for her answer to the really weird, weird, weird question. He scooted towards the prey an inch, trying to get close enough to take a bite, but not get too close to Twistedbranch so she thought he was weird. Riverstream, obviously very embarrassed by his question, sighed and put his head down. “Look, sorry about that weird question. You don’t have to answer it...”
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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 21, 2020 23:13:29 GMT -5
Mumblewolf
❝ ━But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten. ♚
A flying tricolored streak hurtled to his positioning, showing no sign of cease or slow. Instead of sidestepping the incoming apprentice, the flats of his paws planted as though roots, cutting deep into the darkened soil textured by a gritty roughness. A strain in muscle ran firm and unyielding across the length of the broad figure, readying for impact and its smarting consequence.
Her willowed framework, touched by an unmatched clumsiness attributed by unpracticed maneuverability, skidded in an attempt to decelerate a moment too late, impacting against the rounded, solid structure of his chest and ricocheting off just as easily, perhaps how a ball would against a wall, and collapsed into a messy heap of tangled legs and ill-assorted fur. Surprisingly, the collision had felt no more than a light prod.
Chin lowered only at a slight angle, gaze peering at the collapsed ward through a bright cerulean that pulsed hot with intensity, like the rushing, dangerous rivers they imitated. The piercing regard passed a keen survey across the tumbled figure, noticing no bent limbs or punctured skin. Satisfied by her well-being, an impassive look replaced that of concern, perhaps even a glint of disappointment here and again: unfortunately, the fall had not put a damper on her arrogant flare, instead seeming to fan the flames of pride into a roaring inferno.
Patient as he was, the deputy would continue to tolerate the loathing glares and scathing remarks, reacting with little more than a dismissive glance or nothing at all. He found her antics exceptionally childish—this was not how a cat of almost a year should be behaving—and unlike some warriors, did not feel the need to encourage such behavior with challenges and returned slights. No, he would continue to withstand her biting, venomous words, up until either the day Emberstar relieved him of his duty or Monarchpaw matured past her shallow, petty personality—quite literally metamorphosing into something more respectable for her age.
Noticing her continued collapsed state, Mumblewolf eyed the nape of the medic’s neck, contemplating the idea of gripping at the loose skin: a tender mouthful of scruff to haul her back onto all fours. But as usual, the warrior typically took a moment to ponder the route of choice, careful not to somehow evoke Monarchpaw’s ire by some trivial means. No fear came at the idea of argument, but rather the nuisance that came with it, finding the understudy’s buffoonery mildly annoying at best, likened to a relentless fly buzzing and flitting too close for comfort.
Her shrill voice, loaded in various pitches of animosity, had probably done a number on his ears already. And on top of being mute, he surely did not want to go deaf too.
Deciding to leave her integrity intact, he opted against plucking her up like a kit, despite her actions marking her as one, and instead assisted the fallen she-cat by scooping his paw beneath her chest and guiding her upright. His touch came as surprisingly gentle, soft, especially when he could’ve easily had an excuse for roughness, maybe a slip in claws or a forceful shove. But no, he handled her kindly, as one would porcelain, before stepping back, respectful to their unspoken distance.
Her shift from hostility to innocent fascination interested the voiceless feline and there came a slight tilt to his head, framing him in an almost endearing sort of way, especially by how his eyes lit in wonder. And was that mirth deep in their ocean-like recesses?
Usually, Mumblewolf paid no heed to Monarchpaw’s discourse, mainly due to her insufferable attitude and temperamental tendencies. But for this, he decided to entertain her question with a curt nod, a universal sign for 'yes'. He pressed a paw against his forehead and splayed his toes once more, this time more focused on the digits at the ends. Hence, instead of signing ‘learn’, it came out as:
‘Why?’
Emphasizing the question, he allowed something of a puzzled look to cross his expression, a feigned emotion but still equally compelling should he have felt it truly.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 21, 2020 23:16:30 GMT -5
I love mumble XD And if you’re still wanting the Storm/Tawny and Mumble/Momarch patrols you meet up now would probably be the opportune moment
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 21, 2020 23:18:24 GMT -5
// 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ & Stealthfire -- I believe you guys can initiate the interaction c:<<<
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 21, 2020 23:20:42 GMT -5
I’m still waiting for stealth so you’d be welcome to until then
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 21, 2020 23:53:11 GMT -5
Thanks for patience all, new job and sickness, but will have respond time tomorr0w
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Post by calliope on Jan 22, 2020 0:10:07 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.
"Well," the big ginger tom spoke as he devoured the rest of his meal, "I'm technically ready now if you are. By the looks of it, I guess you are,too." Tigersoul gave a hesitated chuckle with a big goofy grin afterwards, eyes casted elsewhere. As he looked back at the she cat, he stood to his feet and began making his way towards the camp's entrance. "Well, are ya coming?" he teased. Might as well enjoy her good mood.
(Sorry for the late reply!)
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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 22, 2020 13:32:29 GMT -5
Fallowslate
❝ ━Throw kindness around like confetti. ♛
Her rounded face softened, touched by nurturing grace, appearing more and more in the light of a mother gently encouraging her kit to try something new, assuring them past their fearful protests. Fawnfall’s misgivings came clear as day, whether by her tense posturing or those tightly knit brows crowning the tops of her skittish regard.
“I’m positive,” she promised firmly, voice tender, reassuring, likened to the singsong ring of a dove.
Carefully, gingerly, she reached out a paw and set it upon Fawnfall’s, pads soft and warm against dappled fur. “They’re little things right now and curious about everything. They’d love to see a new face.” A slight curve to her lips, perhaps a teasing smile, tones reciprocating the look with a hint of playfulness: “Just don’t let them ambush you and you’ll be fine.” Turning her heed back to Halfdawn, the hazels in her eyes brightened in a knowing manner and she nodded her agreement.
“Of course Half, I’ll make sure she steers clear of patrols for the time being. As for the poultice, where exactly do you apply it?”
Definitely not an expert with herbs, Fallowslate did not wish to run the risk of accidentally applying the moist mass where it shouldn’t be. Sure, the easy answer was to rub the poultice in the spot of pain, but the queen wanted to make absolute certain.
“Oh! But Half, would you like to accompany us to the nursery?” came her cheerful inquiry.
Perhaps the healer would want to check up on the nursery’s inhabitants, whether it be the queens or kits. Besides, it’ll give the two a little more time together.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 22, 2020 13:42:23 GMT -5
Its official, I’m in love with like 89% of the clan XD
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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 22, 2020 14:36:19 GMT -5
 𝔽𝕒𝕨𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝
The molly dipped her head in thanks to Halfdawn, knowing she must get on the medicine cat's nerves a lot of the time. How often do I try to come in here with a bellyache? Probably more often then not. She turned her attention back to her sister, sweeping her tail along the ground and over her flank. She felt a bit of courage rising within her, it would of course be fleeting but she learned to never look a gift bird in the beak. "I'll try and make sure they don't ambush me but they are Corpseclan kits, they are bound to be skilled in sneaking." she joked, letting a small laugh escape her mouth.
With the mention of the Healer joining them, she gave a curious glance to Fallowslate. Surely Halfdawn could visit at any time she wanted. She wouldn't argue though, knowing it was her sister's choice to invite her. Still, curiosity plagued her as she waited for the answer. She tried to stand up without letting any weight on her paw, which was proven more easy than she once thought. She didn't want to move the paw too much in fear the poultice would move away from the area it was meant to be. "I'll wait outside for you if that's alright?" The words left her mouth before she could even think them, she wanted to move now after sleeping most of the day away and hurting her paw. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2020 17:35:17 GMT -5
{Hi!}
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Post by Ace on Jan 22, 2020 19:02:43 GMT -5
Snowwhisker | in camp w/ Tigersoul | calliope "You're technically ready now?" The dappled she-cat purred in amusement, eyes glinting. "Why do you talk like that?" She was mostly talking to herself at that point as she pulled herself to her paws and shook out her long fur, mainly out of habit than the genuine belief that it was dusty. She padded after him and sped up when he poked at her. "Don't push it," Snowwhisker warned sternly, but didn't summon the effort to make it as foreboding as her words usually were and as soon as they were out of her mouth, she was dashing ahead of the other warrior and into the forest. |
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 23, 2020 9:58:20 GMT -5
(Hi, I am not sure if I am allowed to post on here but I was wondering if I could join Copseclan as a member? I am new to this website so I may have some trouble navigating but I am experienced in roleplay, I am open to playing as/being someones kit or if you allow me I am also open to creating my own warriors for the clan! Whichever you prefer is fine!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 23, 2020 11:11:08 GMT -5
Hi! You’re welcome to join as you’ve mentioned you are knew could you please provide a short example piece of role play with your forms?
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