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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 23, 2020 12:00:25 GMT -5
Character Name: Leopardspots Description: Leopardspots is a slender and lean grey she-cat with black spots on her pelt, her eyes are a dark grey/brownish color and her underbelly and chin are white. She is known for her loyalty and her curiosity gets a hold of her in many situations, which causes her to be pretty suspicious of even the slightest things. She is the littermate of Stormcloud, which means she would support any opinion that Stormcloud may have, despite what others may believe. Leopardspots loves hunting and defending her clan, and she is even open with having a mate and kits one day. Screenname: mizzoctavia (or just Octavia) Rank: Warrior Relationships: Stormcloud's littermate, Leopardspots is open to having a mate and or kits Password: An Endless War  Character Name: Stormcloud Description: A lean and somewhat muscular tom, his pelt is grey and his underbelly is white. His eyes, like his sisters, are a greyish/brownish. He has a calm demeanor and he often keeps his thoughts and opinions to himself. He is known for his maturity and he would defend his clan with his life. Although Stormcloud is an introvert and is kept to himself, he is sweet and loving. Screenname: mizzoctavia Relationships: Leopardspots littermate, Stormcloud is open to having a loving mate Password: An Endless War  |
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 23, 2020 12:02:37 GMT -5
(Not sure if I did the images for my OC's correct, can anyone see them underneath their profiles??)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 23, 2020 12:12:56 GMT -5
not currently but if you provide the image links that’s fine 
When you get the chance could you please also add w sample role play piece
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 23, 2020 13:09:31 GMT -5
(Sure! I will also post the pics for the OCs later as well)
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 23, 2020 13:37:29 GMT -5
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Post by calliope on Jan 23, 2020 13:44:58 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.
The long haired tom's eyes widened a bit in shock as the grey warrior flew past him. "Oh a race?" A mischievous glint held in his mutli-colored gaze as he darted forward. Tigersoul was more known for his brute strength and climbing abilities; his big size was just not made for a race. Unless.... His head turned upward to see the trees begin to crowd closely together, forming a great advantage. The trees! The warrior sprinted towards the nearest climbable tree. As he drew nearer to the tree before him, the warrior leapt up, sinking his claws into the bark. Tigersoul began climbing up the tree, looking almost as graceful as a cat half his size. The warrior spotted the perfect branches to support him before hopping on and running across. He jumped from tree to tree until he spotted his fellow warrior. "How's the weather down there?" he yelled with a laugh.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 23, 2020 13:46:02 GMT -5
Fab, thanks. I’ll add once I’ve verified your sample
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 23, 2020 13:56:32 GMT -5
Roleplay EXAMPLE:
Leopardspots swiftly, yet quietly, began to lower herself into a crouching position and started crawling the forest floor. Every time she took a step you could hear the frost underneath her paws crunch slightly, but it wasn't loud enough for the prey around her to notice. With a quick glance she caught a glimpse of a squirrel peering out of the bottom of a tree trunk just fox-lengths away from her, so she slid into the undergrowth and prepared to strike. After some time of preparing, Leopardspots pounced out of the bushes and gracefully landed on the squirrel and ended its life with a quick bite to the throat. "Another piece of prey to feed the clan." She murmured, and with that, she headed back to camp.
(Were my profiles and roleplay line good enough to be accepted into the clan?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 23, 2020 13:57:57 GMT -5
Welcome! I’m out with friends right now so shall add later!
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 23, 2020 14:02:00 GMT -5
(Tysm!! I may also create some more warriors later if I get to it.) |
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 23, 2020 15:53:05 GMT -5
They've interacted twice and I already love them. Gratitude for the tom emanated from her, warming her heart at his seemingly ceaseless affection the warrior was her rock, and whilst she thanked starclan every day for the clan which surrounded her, it was the tom before her that kept some sanity to the battle-hardened shecat.
She listened to his report with a flick of her ears, considering for a moment. "StarClan is kind to us this leafbare," she mused; whilst it remained early days for the bitterly cold season to hear that prey remained fairly reasonable was a weight off the leader's shoulders. The nursery was largely empty at least, meaning the majority of the clan were working to feed the others.
Careful, she warned herself with a grimace that sent ice lacing her heart. You're beginning to sound like your father, distinguishing the useful from the others. The idea was a terrifying one.
She wouldn't have been able to live with herself if she became anything like the cruel tom, she would have sooner thrown herself from the cliffs before coming even close to that.
"I don't think that's possible," she retorted, though Emberstar hadn't ventured close enough to the nursery to find out just yet, the calico harboured little doubt that she would retreat with cuffed ears and cruel words following her wake. She chuckled, "Perhaps waiting until Darkblossom retires would be the safer bet," she reasoned.
Her gaze journeyed back to the medicine cat apprentice and her deputy, a place she had carefully been avoiding allowing her gaze to venture as soon as her isolation was broken. "Being scathed by an apprentice, like any good deputy." Emberstar returned, biting back the fondness which dared to breach her measured tone. "That apprentice will burn camp to the ground one of these days," her chuckle was quiet and restrained.
"That they have," the grey warrior seconded. While he knew the leader was far from worry free, each day seemed to distance the clan survivor's from the terror of the past, and, with StarClan's blessing, they survived better than every before. Hickorysight debated whether it would be in their better interest to enquire after Emberstar's feelings that day, or to simply leave her thoughts be, and hope the day's sunshine indicated an optimistic season to come. He never liked to prod his clanmates into confiding in him, and especially with his mate, he trusted that anything lying heavier than usual on her mind would be voiced to him only if she truly thought his empathy to be necessary. His relative closeness with almost all the senior warriors, elders, and Halfdawn who had lived through the clan's darkest days mean that, if anything, the tom recognised that even the most bright and fruitful of days could still be grueling for any cat who had seen so much.
Emberstar's return of his jesting set him at ease. "Darkblossom's retirement, you're right, that'll be well sooner than apprenticing those kits out from under her watch." He loved to speak lightly and humourously with her, as if they were again apprentices, jokingly jostling each other behind their mentor's backs, speculating about the warrior lives they would lead, carefree. Even since they were training, it had always been Emberstar for Hickorysight. They had a connection like no other, and worked strongly as a team in everything they had set themselves to together. He had never known for certain about her, but for him, his apprenticehood bantering had always been flirtatious at the least, if not entirely infatuated.
His mind switched over from kits then to apprentices. Mumblewolf's curious charge of Monarchpaw had struck Hickorysight as a strong decision, albeit humourous to catch sight of the deputy deal with the young she-cat. Why Halfdawn's battle training, which was forced upon her more than usual by Emberstar's father, was insufficient for Monarchpaw's own training, the grey warrior didn't quite comprehend. But if anything, it gave the ever-stressed medicine cat some respite from the instruction of a spirited ward, and Monarchpaw could only benefit from strong training from a capable warrior like Mumblewolf. "It'll certainly be a full apprentice's den not so far from now. How ever will Lichenstone and Dustybriar cope with all the paws they'll have attending to them?" He chuckled, and imagined how Alderpaw and Tawnypaw might behave when they had plenty of denmates to conspire with.
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 23, 2020 16:20:19 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.
At her mentor's start, the ginger she-cat followed his lead, mirroring how he had begun his descent. She squared herself on the trunk, with all claws painfully gripping a firm hold, and began to move downward. This motion was gratefully more familiar to Tawnypaw than hovering on a twig of a branch. Though she had climbed and dismounted from trees before, Lightning Point was the most formidable in size and treachery. Her mind struggled to rid herself of the impending shame and humiliation which bubbled over in her heart as waves of memories washed over her calming body. Everything that had just occurred played over and over within her, her failure growing in its intensity.
At the sound of Stormchaser's definitive dismount, she crept down a tail length further before freeing her paws to the ground. Her limbs had never ached from tenseness so sharply. She nodded to his decision, but dared not yet speak. Maybe, just maybe, if she allowed the warrior to remain in his quiet customary state, no one would have to know of her misfortune. Tawnypaw's strategy was to hide inside herself as much as possible, so that Stormchaser forgot she was even there, and the two could return to normal tomorrow. Unlike their arrival, as she skipped at his side and slightly in front, always remaining in his side view, she now flanked him far enough behind to hide herself from his peripheral. Her nose and muzzle twitched with speckles of pain. The little marks from the sparrow's beak could be anything as far as her clanmates were concerned. Perhaps her story was one of a determined pursuit of a vole, who only escaped her when her face was met with the searing briar thorns in which it hid. So long as they could return to camp, and she to her den with little question, the apprentice would avoid shame yet. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 23, 2020 17:09:17 GMT -5
I’m really sorry but I’ve had a mental day, responding might need to wait till tomorrow
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 23, 2020 17:18:18 GMT -5
(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."
With each moon he aged, the tabby elder became less and less expectant upon others for company, conversation, or care. Every day he recognised how busy young cats' lives were, and felt at peace simply watching them live it rather than holding any obligations upon them to share their lives with his own. Mosslight's determination not only just to spend time with him, but also to see him experience life even in his ancient age, warmed him beyond his simplest expectations for his kin.
As he heard her excited approach, he reopened his pale green sight and crinkled his eyes in a smile. "Did she? That's very kind of her to agree. I'll do my part right now." With a small slender paw, he unfolded the pack and divided out half of the herb portion before dexterously redoing the bundle. As he took a compliant bite of the leaves, he tried to guess what herbs had been allotted to him. Medicine had always been an interest of his, one that he laboured to hide as a young warrior when rumours of his weak sensibility passive nature threatened his respectability as a warrior. Still conscious of the great demand his journey placed on a warrior's time, he added, "If we're not able to find another companion, it's no disappointment to me. It means the very world that you even offer to take me to Cattail Valley." |
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 23, 2020 17:19:11 GMT -5
You're absolutely fine necs, I totally understand how that is as of late! I'll just be using today to catch up on everything:)
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 23, 2020 17:19:54 GMT -5
Oh question though, are you okay with Toadkit going in with the Ash/Bay litter? If not I'm okay saving him as well:)
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 23, 2020 18:34:57 GMT -5
Halfdawn / Fallowslate ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע / Fawnfall ☾ѕησσzє☽
The medicine cat was pleased to hear Fallowslate's confirmation of her instructions for Fawnfall. "Just around the area of the paw, and especially the pad. If it's still in a painful way tomorrow, I'm afraid we may have to use some twigs to keep the sprain stationary. But," she added, recognising that she was in earshot of the warrior, "I doubt it will come to that." In a unique manner with her tail, she began to brush away the loose bits of leaves and twigs that had scattered that day so far.
Fallowslate's offer to accompany them to the nursery gave her pause. It reminded her of how much time she had spent with Fallowslate that day already, and with relief, that was something that made her feel warm, not overwhelmed. Since Mosslight had already monitored the elders for her to her great convenience, Halfdawn thought it fitting to visit the nursery as well. On a day where her darkest thoughts were manageable, and her work didn't bring her exhaustion and bitterness, the medicine cat believed it was best to accomplish as much as possible.
"I'd love to go with. I need to see Marshkit and Otterkit especially with my own eyes, though of course you keep me well updated," she purred to Fallowslate. A benefit of their mostly close relationship was that Fallowslate gave the two toned she-cat information regarding the kits that would be otherwise rather arduous to glean from Darkblossom or Hollymoon. Even so, it was important that Halfdawn physically observe the littlest additions to the clan, Hollymoon's two, just in the very unlikely case that she picked up on something Fallowslate could not. With Fallowslate's experience, however, this was something that Halfdawn found hard to imagine.
Giving her den a last look over, she followed Fawnfall outside into camp and toward the nursery, affectionately sweeping her tail lightly across Fallowslate's fur as she passed. Monarchpaw must still but out with Mumblewolf she supposed, thinking upon her apprentice for the first time since she and the queen had briefly discussed her that morning. It was not that the medicine cat was uncaring toward her, but she payed her little mind unless the young she-cat was right there in her presence. Halfdawn could only teach her, and was not of the capability to convince her of the glory their position could offer. If anything the older she-cat was a living testament to the unique hardships a medicine cat could endure.
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 23, 2020 18:53:19 GMT -5
Twistedbranch / Riverstream jayfeather
The brown tabby she-cat stopped for only a moment from her mouse chewing at Riverstream's question to her. "In a battle?" she echoed. "Why, were you planning one?" Her comment could have sounded humourous, but the prickly warrior didn't accompany it with a laugh. She didn't make eye contact with the tom edging closer to try and get in at the prey. Her hostile front must have worked to some effect, as he was clearly trying not to come too near to her despite her invitation of meal sharing. Twistedbranch decided that this situation was excellent proof to herself that guardedness would ward off most, if she committed to it. However, Riverstream was still there. Deciding she had had her fill of the stringy mouse, Twistedbranch kept her green stare fixed out on the camp and its activity. "I think we've plenty of strong warriors for a battle. But what's the use, because there will never be one." She decided to humour him at least a little and respond more than a sentence.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 23, 2020 19:15:48 GMT -5
if Cac has no problem with it I don’t I just wasn’t sure because you mentioned you might add him to Ember’s litter should she have one
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 23, 2020 19:17:48 GMT -5
Oh got ya, I think I want him as an older kit so I'll just have him in with them if it's okay with everyone:)
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 23, 2020 19:22:58 GMT -5
// Should I make Monarch notice Tawny and Storm or not yet? :00
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 23, 2020 19:25:41 GMT -5
Not a problem I shall add him along with octa’s tomorrow
And that’d be fine with me twi
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 23, 2020 19:30:00 GMT -5
Lovely thanks a mil xx I'm cool with that as well Twi!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2020 20:26:54 GMT -5
StealthfireRiverstream finally made it close enough to the rat to take a small chomp on it, his mouth filling with the warm taste of prey. He took another bite and felt like he was in a dream again, and almost missed Twistedbranch’s question. “Well, I wasn’t planning one, but I was just wondering how you thought we would do in a battle it there was one thrown at us,” Riverstream quietly meowed, taking another bite of rat. Riverstream sighed slowly, knowing he was failing quickly at trying to hang out with Twistedbranch.
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 24, 2020 7:45:20 GMT -5
Leopardspots laid down near the Warriors den and cleaned her silky smooth pelt. The day before she had been out hunting late and now she was exhausted. Stormcloud padded over to her with two mice in his jaws and laid beside his littermate, "So, how are you feeling?" Stormcloud murmured softly. "Just tired." she said as she nuzzled her brothers cheek. "Thought so. Anywho, I brought you some fresh-kill." He responded then nudged one of the mice to Leopardspots. From there they then began to eat peacefully.
(Also, how does aging work in this group and is there a limit to how many OCs you can have at a time?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 24, 2020 7:51:00 GMT -5
It’s not really something I consider much, but with time skips taken into account, but otherwise it’s fair to assume one week irl is equal to a Moon passing in game. And there is no oc limit, but I will say I prefer members to not roleplay their own mates so I won’t add that to the front page. Otherwise I shall be adding later today!
And just a reminder but the minimum is 6 lines per roleplaying piece.
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 24, 2020 7:57:56 GMT -5
(Oh okay ty and I will take that into consideration!! I will re-edit Violetshade and Ashclaw's profiles to make them not mates in a bit.)
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