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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 24, 2020 11:58:26 GMT -5
Of course rd, and thanks Octa I shall add 
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 24, 2020 12:01:03 GMT -5
(Alright tysm!)
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Non-binary
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jan 24, 2020 12:03:50 GMT -5
Spiderpaw
Her fur is long and mostly appears brown on most of her body until it reaches her head, which is black. She is rather small for an apprentice of her age but that doesn't mean she's meek and weak. She has lean muscles underneath her fur, making her rather fast and strong. This comes with it's downfalls but they only exist due to her own mentality. She tends to take on more than she can, resulting in her becoming overexerted. She doesn't let others see it when this happens though, claiming it's weak to let herself be seen as such. She doesn't hold her clanmates to the same standards she holds herself though, quick to slow down if she sees someone racing to catch up to her. She tries her best to be a good cat overall but she can be blinded by her own ambitions. She wishes to be the strongest warrior one day, something any apprentice can hope to strive for. The difference in her own desires is she is willing to go above and beyond to prove that she is in fact the strongest out of the bunch. She is not though, tending to miss on prey that should be easy for any cat. She does this because she tries to come up with new ways to catch prey, thinking that the old ways may not be the best. She looks up to their current leader but has her own opinions on subjects they rule over.
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Apprentice.
Anyone can be related to her ^^; I'm unsure of who to choose bc any siblings her age seem to be related :p
An Endless War. Also any rhyming was not done on purpose but I am proud of it.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 24, 2020 12:06:06 GMT -5
Guys, there is no need to hide the picture why does everyone do it DX It’s a part of the form it makes my life so much harder to add things.
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 24, 2020 12:08:00 GMT -5
(Wdym hide the picture?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 24, 2020 12:09:27 GMT -5
People tend to put the image beneath spoilers XD
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 24, 2020 12:19:36 GMT -5
Thankyou my lovely XD I get that, it’s just my computer hates the spoiler section, and every time I go to right click the image after revealing the twat it thinks I’m trying to hide it again and poofs out of existence l
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 24, 2020 13:36:06 GMT -5
(ohhh okay lol)
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 24, 2020 13:51:52 GMT -5
(Also for anyone looking for a mate, all 4 of my OCs are open for love! The two she-cats I have are Leopardspots and Violetshade and the toms are Stormcloud and Ashclaw.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 24, 2020 14:54:56 GMT -5
This is something I really need to start remembering to check dammit I'm really sorry octa but I only just noticed; could you please choose a different name for Stormcloud, as the Storm prefix is already taken.
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 24, 2020 15:00:18 GMT -5
(Oh sure! How about we change his name to Cloudbelly?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 24, 2020 15:03:59 GMT -5
That's fine, thankyou!
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Post by mizzoctavia on Jan 24, 2020 15:08:08 GMT -5
(Np! Also, I wont be on for the rest of today or for Saturday or Sunday, so I hope everyone has a great weekend!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 24, 2020 15:30:56 GMT -5
 Taking a seat at his shoulder, the muscled shecat as a general rule of thumb prefered to keep displays of affection in the confines of privacy. Whilst her affection for him was doubtlessly endless, of all the concerns that burdened her mind, the worries that her clan might believe her to depict favouritism was the least on the list, and thus one she made efforts to avoid where possible. Now however, she allowed herself a brief moment of closeness with the tom; the patchwork of colours that made up her own coat pressed so close they blended almost seamlessly with the dark greys of his. For a moment she basked like this, the soft morning glow of sunlight rendering her coat shiny, even if briefly - Emberstar looked truly content.
A plumed ear twitched back, even in a state of quiet relaxation the calico remained ever vigilant. "May StarClan help those kits," her tone jovial but quiet, something that might easily have been taken for her applying caution given their proximity to the nursery, but a more observant creature might have caught hold of the subtleties to her melancholy tone. "But Darkblossom would probably take them down too if she thought they offered much in the way of a threat," she added with a little more of a grin.
With a shake of her head and a roll of her eyes, "The elders will never feel more pampered I'm sure, its the warriors I feel sorry for," she admitted. "Perhaps I'll burden you with one of them, its been a while since I've seen you run off your paws." Her whiskers twitched with unvoiced laughter.
A gentle breeze ruffled her coat, bringing with it the aromatic notes of long grass, pine trees and squirrel, making her involuntarily lick her lips with ill disguised hunger, something that had until then gone unnoticed. Emberstar purred, "In the mean time I might as well make sure you stay up to par with the rest of the clan," she butted her head against his shoulder affectionately. "Do you want to accompany me on a patrol?" She queried. "Unless your not too tired of course from dawn." She added with a twitch of her ears. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2020 17:16:22 GMT -5
{Hellooooooooo}
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 24, 2020 18:04:50 GMT -5
// sorry! Replying rn c:
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2020 18:05:46 GMT -5
{Hi Twi!}
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 24, 2020 18:11:02 GMT -5
// Hello, hello c:
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2020 18:12:50 GMT -5
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 24, 2020 20:52:36 GMT -5
 MONARCHPAW
Soft strands of oranges, black, and white began to once more dance within the cool waft of air that forced itself past the two felines. She broke their contest by looking down to place her delicate paws on the cold earth, beginning to return to her standing figure. She let out a soft grunt, annoyed by the continuous hazes within his gorgeous azure eyes that appeared to change emotions every time his lids fell over his orbs. First she had spotted a hint of anger, then disappointment, and even concern. It was beginning to confuse Monarchpaw about where the deputy's feelings stood. However, when she felt the paw wrap around her tiny physique and aid the she-cat by lifting her, Monarchpaw felt her face burn hot. She flinched, unaware that he would do such a thing, and her ears folded against themselves as she was brought to her feet. His arm seemed to be the sun itself— radiating heat that chilled the rest of her physique as the breeze was now playfully brushing itself against the two cats. With a small voice, she murmured, "T-Thanks..."
She watched with fascination as the tom's own overwhelmingly strong demeanor lightened up as well. The medic felt her heart skip a beat in her chest and it fluttered up higher than it should. This is the most she had seen Mumblewolf have character in— well.— in her whole entirety of knowing him. She began growing a hatred towards him for the once interest she had; seeing as he was well successful tom and somehow he was assigned to her. She sighed, her cheeks slightly puffed and her pretty yellow spheres couldn't meet his. This was definitely something new for the she-cat, and though she was desperate to find herself to grow nicer, her stress and her anger only replaced the hollow circle inside of her. It had been moons since she had last found herself being kind just for the sake of it. Although time-to-time, she could find herself speaking with a gentler voice, but nothing too noticeable to others.
She directed her eyes to glance at the purebred, curious at what would be his next response. Her eyes widened when he continued to communicate to her. The movement of his head made her turn her whole body towards him, and she began to gather closer to him, like a child would to a teacher reading a book, and she gazed up at the tom with dilated pupils. Her mouth was slightly agape, exposing her pink lip, as she watched in pure confusion. She wanted to understand the male desperately. Making him her combatant instructor was a terrible decision of Emberstar, she knew that for sure, however, it was the secrets and the interests of Mumblewolf that made Monarchpaw grow a slight liking to the tom. She never knew he would communicate by signing. Nor did she think he would communicate much either. More or less, a stoic type, truth be told.
The she-cat stared intensely at him, trying to comprehend the word or words he could've created with the a quick motion of his arms and his toes splitting. A soft huff left her mouth as she continued to try to guess. "U-Uhhhh..." The ginger tabby stared at the tom in utter confusion, evident by her silly look by her eyes wide and jaws separated. "W-What?" Monarchpaw narrowed her eyes, attempting to think about what the potential saying could be. "I-I dunno what you said... But that's... pretty cool." She paused, looking at her paws before her eyes lit up. "You should teach me how to read whatever you're saying! Signing right? Mumblewolf you have to teach me that! I didn't know you could talk. I-I mean I did, but I didn't know it was like this!" Monarchpaw practically broke her own rule— never show her emotions to anyone she wasn't close with. Or, in her case, anyone. But it was difficult to throw away the excitement that made her paws tingle. Never had she wanted to bother someone this much— but this was Mumblewolf— CopseClan's deputy— a mute. She had to find out his secrets— well not everything, but some things. Mumblewolf, she had taken, was a stoic tom. She had to get to know him to understand him better. Mumblewolf, after all, was the one who got under her skin just as much as her sister.
Just as the ginger beauty thought of her sib, the she-cat came into her view. Her almond eyes narrowed when her brows pinched together, orbs burning like a forest fire that was only growing stronger. Monarchpaw was not in the mood for her sister's charades, especially not when she was with Mumblewolf.
Mumblewolf... The she-cat thought as she turned her attention back to the tom. If her sister spots the deputy with her, then she'll get the wrong idea. Monarchpaw gently pushed her body against his, muttering about how he has to leave, but when she was unable to relocate his mass, she gave up and decided to play it off.
The medicine cat apprentice began to approach her paler sib— the one thing that could've stayed alive when they were kits. It never crossed her mind as something important however— being the youngest meant that Tawnypaw had often picked on her, and Alderpaw typically kept his distance from her. She thought to herself it was best that the three went their separate ways, but for some reason, the constant competition always drew Monarchpaw back to her sister, who seemed to feel the same way— that one of them had to win. However, it seemed that ever since Monarchpaw became medicine cat, Tawnypaw's competitiveness hadn't been as strong as before. Instead, it appeared to Monarchpaw, who began to observe from afar, that Tawnypaw wasn't interested in anything but winning. But she could be wrong, of course.
Monarchpaw was beginning to grow out of her child-like games as well, but seeing her sister being able to succeed more than her made her feel like important. First they were stuck knowing not any of their parents— the only one to care was Fallowslate. But even then, Fallowslate would never be the biological mother the she-cat needed. Of course, she appreciated her foster dam just as much as she would with a real one. But Monarchpaw always wanted to know more, but often ignored it. Especially now that her duties— as a medicine cat—something she didn't want, wasn't working. The reasons for Emberstar to make her go into the medical field were absolutely silly, since Monarchpaw was unable to connect to StarClan. Of course, it was critical to become a medicine cat, but Monarchpaw couldn't even find a sign.
Brushing off her thoughts, she approached her sibling and the tall warrior. The more the distance began to shrink, the more Monarchpaw could see Tawnypaw's injuries. Her face's smugness disappeared for a second as her orbs lost their flames, and Monarchpaw frowned. "Tawnypaw!—" Her voice was high, out of its typical state of depressed angst. She cleared her throat, and as quickly as her eyes exposed concern, her flames of ego reappeared. "Tawnypaw," She corrected herself, careful to make her voice as cold as ice, cold enough to freeze a long-haired feline.
"So much for 'being a warrior's apprentice', yeah?" The molly paused, swaying her hips sarcastically as she approached her sib. "Oh, the wound was inflicted by a bird— how cute." Gently pressing her paw against her twin's cheek, her emotions began to swirl like a clouded haze within her orbs— bothered by such an injury. However, she fought off the worry by replacing it with a neutral tone, convincing herself that Tawnypaw was nothing more than a litter-mate. "I can fix you up if you want. I'm sure Halfdawn would be busy this early— probably with the queens and the kits. Or even Fallowslate. It's nothing too bad from the looks of it though, but I will probably need to touch it when we get back to the den. You could never be too sure with birds."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 24, 2020 20:55:51 GMT -5
Just FYI Twi but there’s no feasible way that Monarch would have been alive during mumbles apprenticeship, let alone a kit. At least as far as I’m aware
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2020 20:58:18 GMT -5
{Hey, Necs, did I miss a reply from u?}
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 24, 2020 21:03:54 GMT -5
Ive just been busy and a little low on muse I’ll get to it tonight/tomorrow sorry to keep you waiting.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2020 21:05:19 GMT -5
{It’s totally fine!! I’ve just been flakey enough to do it before, so I wasn’t sure if I’d done it again. Take all the time u want!!! I just have time right now, so just seeing if I need to write up any replies } |
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 25, 2020 0:03:18 GMT -5
// Nec Mysty said that Mumble wasn't that much older than Monarch but still a few moons older! So he's late apprentice, she's early to mid kit moons c:
Also Stealth sorry if Monarch seems a bit too mean! I'm experimenting on how mean I want her to be while she still yearns for that sisterly bond but doesn't consciously want it c;
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 25, 2020 0:08:36 GMT -5
Itd just be really weird for him to have been made deputy that young? Like his first apprentice would have barely made warriorhood at a conservative estimate
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