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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Feb 6, 2020 14:36:29 GMT -5
(That's totally fine with me! ^^ If Nec is okay with it!) |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 6, 2020 14:38:55 GMT -5
I've tried messaging her a couple of times and heard nothing back so i hope she's ok, but that would be fne with me, and aww that's unfortunate. Hope they're ok.[/sub
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Feb 6, 2020 14:43:58 GMT -5
(Alrighty I've moved from my crappy phone to my crappy laptop lol. Feels so weird to not be on the beautiful desktop I built. The old laptop feels so much slower in comparison. Plus the desktop has a mechanical keyboard so switching back to the laptop keyboard feels even weirder lol. Feels like I'm getting no haptic output from my typing. But hey, at least its better than the phone lol. Can't wait for the power to come back.)
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Post by Stealthfire on Feb 6, 2020 14:47:12 GMT -5
[Alright, thanks guys, I hope she's okay too! And the same for millie. I think I'll change it from Toadkit because I want to make one that suits Moon and Raccoon more:) ]
Boulderkit
Boulderkit is a sturdy, stout grey tom with white paws and underbelly. He has dark hazel eyes and a black nose. Boulderkit is the middle ground between his two siblings. Collected and levelheaded, he is nevertheless friendly and social. He has an innate sense of goodness within him, beginning from a very young age. Though Boulderkit will not blindly attempt to be overly bold unless a situation demands courage, he is unable to stand idle when faced with harm befalling others. His bravery shines through when a friend is in need, as Boulderkit is loyal beyond measure. Sometimes, the pride he takes in his sense of morality causes him to feel self-righteous, and he becomes frustrated when others make decisions he doesn't agree with. Despite this, Boulderkit respects all cats, and values his honour too highly to ever break his word.
Stealthfire
Kit
Siblings are Moonkit and Raccoonkit, mother is Iceflight
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 6, 2020 14:48:58 GMT -5
N'aww.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Feb 6, 2020 15:02:41 GMT -5
(I'm thinking of making 1 or 2 more kitties XD)
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Post by Stealthfire on Feb 6, 2020 15:06:40 GMT -5
Hickorysight / Emberstar : Apple Copse [Ember almost spilling the beans lol ]
Her tone caught him aback at first. He was only trying to emphasise what a good thing it was for their clan to have the resources to grow so full, but perhaps the pressure of even more lives joining them was too much? Hickorysight remained quiet and listened to her fully, just in case anything else was on her mind. As her words softened into being more conventionally pleased at the state of their numbers, he relaxed, and decided to let go his suspicion, for now. If anything was wrong, he didn't want to push, but had a determination to find out what ailed her. When she personalised his comment regarding the queens of the clan, he felt the need to assure her. "You simply chose a different path. It's my opinion that you are capable of every rank in this clan. Including being a mother."
Hickorysight left it at that, not wishing to tease them for what they could not have. For the tom, the less they talked about how possible it was for them to still have a litter, the better. It was a sentiment that would never leave the back of his mind, but one he forcibly needed to avoid. Therefore, he thought often upon the kits and apprentices of their clan, and never encouraged speculating upon kits of his own. To avoid his final comment, he stopped in his tracks, taking a moment to catch his breath before easily picking up a trail. "Rabbit," he spoke to her quietly. "Want to track together? There's probably more than one."
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Post by Stealthfire on Feb 6, 2020 15:18:03 GMT -5
Halfdawn / Iceflight & Kits : Nursery Halfdawn's gaze flicked over Iceflight as she responded, tracking her voice tone and movements. Remarkably, the queen continued to be much the same, which was one reason Halfdawn had allowed her to return to the nursery in the first place. That, and selfishly, Halfdawn had no space of her own when a queen and three mewling kits were sharing her den. The need for privacy always overcame Halfdawn's little desire to excessively monitor. Despite this, Halfdawn held absolutely no instinct in her heart that Iceflight would reverse her rapidly onset symptoms. On the outside, she appeared the same, but the medicine she-cat knew her body was becoming harder for her strong mind to manage each day. "Yes, they will," she agreed, looking to the kits. Though they slept, she dared not nose them to inspect their health. They were now of an age when waking them would certainly mean more activity than Halfdawn was willing to tolerate. "Have you noticed anything change in them? Fallowslate hasn't alerted me of any issues, so I assume they are growing normally." The unknown nature of Iceflight's disease made Halfdawn err on the side of suspicion toward the health of her kin.
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Post by Stealthfire on Feb 6, 2020 15:28:14 GMT -5
Twistedbranch / Rosepaw : Territory Twistedbranch smirked a little at Rosepaw's agreeable responses to her own thoughts of advice. It was uncommon for a cat to agree this much with the warrior, if anything they begrudgingly understood her opinions and accepted her nonetheless. But Rosepaw seemed to be fully satisfied with Twistedbranch's explanations and suggestions, something which made the older she-cat not regret her uncharacteristic decision to take her training, not yet at least. As they ran through the territory, picking up speed, Twistedbranch thought to slow a pace or two. Was this how a warrior should act with an apprentice? She thought to draw upon her own experiences, but only ever came up with memories of believing becoming a warrior would be filled with the glory and danger that warriors during her kithood got to experience. Now that she was a warrior, she only ever felt dissatisfaction. Every day was the exact same, and her hard won skills were as pointless as her dead tail.
A sharp left in the trees, and a tiny clearing appeared, moss padded and lined with fallen logs which spiked with rotten splinters. "The best place for battle. And don't let your mentor tell you any different," she meowed as her paws reached the inviting ground. Unsure how to begin, she asked what she wished her own mentor would have asked her when they trained. "When you picture yourself fighting another cat, what does it look like? What is the move you most want to perfect?" Twistedbranch knew that starting with the basics didn't matter when a cat had the drive that she had had, and that she believed Rosepaw to possess as well. It took longer, but it was a far more impressive payoff.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Feb 6, 2020 15:31:05 GMT -5
Halfdawn / Iceflight & Kits : Nursery Halfdawn's gaze flicked over Iceflight as she responded, tracking her voice tone and movements. Remarkably, the queen continued to be much the same, which was one reason Halfdawn had allowed her to return to the nursery in the first place. That, and selfishly, Halfdawn had no space of her own when a queen and three mewling kits were sharing her den. The need for privacy always overcame Halfdawn's little desire to excessively monitor. Despite this, Halfdawn held absolutely no instinct in her heart that Iceflight would reverse her rapidly onset symptoms. On the outside, she appeared the same, but the medicine she-cat knew her body was becoming harder for her strong mind to manage each day. "Yes, they will," she agreed, looking to the kits. Though they slept, she dared not nose them to inspect their health. They were now of an age when waking them would certainly mean more activity than Halfdawn was willing to tolerate. "Have you noticed anything change in them? Fallowslate hasn't alerted me of any issues, so I assume they are growing normally." The unknown nature of Iceflight's disease made Halfdawn err on the side of suspicion toward the health of her kin.
"They're completely fine, and I'm thankful for it." Iceflight mewed gratefully, looking over the three kits fondly. When the sickness had first come on, she had been terrified that she had passed on something terrible to her children. Only when it was clear they had not contracted anything did she allow herself relief despite her own condition. Her gaze warmed and cleared considerably as it passed over the three kits. Boulderkit and Raccoonkit were both growing so quickly, it was hard to believe they had been smaller than their sister when they had been born. Moonkit was quickly growing to resemble her mother, and the kitten-fur had all but vanished, leaving behind a dappled white pelt. Iceflight had no doubt that she was growing into a very pretty young she-cat. Her next thought pulled her away from the kits, and when she spoke, she chose her words carefully. "I was wondering," she began slowly, "if Emberstar had mentioned when she was planning on doing the ceremony." She didn't explicitly state why she wanted to know. It was clear why. The kits were still a few days short of 6 moons, but Iceflight feared that she would not be there to see it. |
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Post by Stealthfire on Feb 6, 2020 15:44:40 GMT -5
Halfdawn / Iceflight & Kits : Nursery Halfdawn nodded with satisfaction at Iceflight's word regarding her kits' health. She trusted that if anything bothered the queen, she would tell her rather than to keep it secret out of fear for the truth. "I will always watch them closely. But there is nothing that separates their progression from the many other kits I've seen grow." Not intended as a comfort, her words were simply Halfdawn's honest opinion, though she knew Iceflight would be glad to hear it. The kits were strong, and had begun to grow into the frames they would occupy the rest of their lives. Moonkit especially began to resemble a young apprentice rather than a kit, and though Raccoonkit and Boulderkit were small, they were gaining the bodies of strong young cats, the latter in particular expanding in mass instead of length.
Iceflight's inquiry did not surprise Halfdawn, though she did not know how to respond. It was clearly the main concern of the queen's every day. She knew Emberstar was conscious of Iceflight's failing state and desire to see her kits apprenticed, but she also predicted that there would be no earlier ceremony than six moons at least. Apprenticing kits, even those almost six moons, seemed like a decision that would remind the leader too much of a decision Tinystar would have made, displaying a lack of care for his clanmates' healthy survival. "She has not yet said anything to me. But when she does, I promise to tell you immediately." Thinking to perhaps keep her mind active, Halfdawn continued with her questions about the kits. "Three healthy kits is nothing short of a blessing from StarClan. How do you think they will fare as apprentices?"
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 6, 2020 16:51:49 GMT -5
 Grateful that he left the awkward beat between the two to lie still, the tension flooded free of her frame at least a little. Her movements a fluid grace as she trod through the copse, her steps light as a feather even if her heart felt burdened in that moment. As ever her facial features were a mask of calm and level headedness, refusing to give into the chaotic storm hidden beneath.
Part of her knew that her mate deserved to know, but the secret had gone on long enough. Her original decision had been to keep the kits safe from the actions of her father, something done from percieved love but only ended in death and pain. It had been her secret to keep for the sake of the ones she loved the most, and if her father learned Hickorysight had been in on it his neck too would have been on the line.
Life might have been safer now, but she dared not think of what the consequences of such a long held secret coming to light would be.
"I beg to differ," she retorted with a roll of her eyes. The kits I do have would hate me, StarClan; Monarchpaw already does and she isn't even aware. "I barely have the patience for an apprentice right now, let alone mewling kits." Her heart ached as the words came from her, but she said it with a sincerity that forced the tremble far from her tone.
Fortunately she wasn't left the linger on thoughts of actions long past, as her mate was quick to change the topic. She paused, nostrils flaring and gaze contemplative for a moment. The scent was plentiful enough and tantalising, "Sounds good to me," her voice jovial enough, though perhaps forcedly so. "Lead the way?" I think and no time has passed pretty much. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2020 19:24:42 GMT -5
{Hi there! I’m new and was wondering if this was still open for joining?}
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 6, 2020 19:33:12 GMT -5
We're still open so you'd be welcome to 
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2020 19:34:55 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2020 20:01:43 GMT -5
 Hollyice
When people say dangerous, what do you think? You probably have never thought about a small little cat in the forest named Hollyice, but this molly might be the toughest and most dangerous. She is muscular but small calico molly with sea blue-green eyes and a peachy nose. Despite her pretty looks, this molly is to be feared more than anything else. She doesn’t have a soft spot for anyone or anything, and her claws are sharp. Her whiskers sling down like a bag, and her paws are bright white like her chest. She is very mean and snappy, and she is thought to not even have a small like in the Clan, but they might know why. She was found as a kit and raised almost alone, self-teaching herself, and ready to be a warrior before many others. She knows cats call her... different... but she doesn’t care.
@hollyice
Warrior {future deputy maybe..?}
None {Open to Crush}
An Endless War
{Let me get a tom up}
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Feb 6, 2020 21:09:20 GMT -5
(Im back!)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2020 21:51:58 GMT -5
 Orangestripe
Orangestripe is an orange tabby with green-amber eyes and fluffy fur. He is big built and his eyes are always glowing with excitement. He is a very cheerful supportive cat, but also later back and pretty chilled out. He is a very overly-protective male, and loves to flirt with she-cats.
@hollyice
Warrior
Mate to Fallowslate..?
An Endless War
{Hey, 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】, is it ok if Orange and Fallow are mates? Or mates in the future? |
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Feb 6, 2020 21:54:55 GMT -5
// @hollyice -- heya!! Fallow is not mine, she's ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע's. BUT! She's already in a relationship with someone c:
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 6, 2020 21:57:49 GMT -5
Welcome Holly! But yeah twi is right on that note
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2020 21:58:13 GMT -5
// @hollyice -- heya!! Fallow is not mine, she's ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע 's. BUT! She's already in a relationship with someone c: {Oh, that’s fine! It just said on the home page she’s your’s} |
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Feb 6, 2020 22:08:04 GMT -5
// Oh I'm sorry ;w; no she doesn't belong to me
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Feb 6, 2020 22:32:34 GMT -5
Sorry, just got home. Spent my evening climbing a rocky peninsula out into the open ocean, so I'm pretty exhausted XD Will reply promptly, anyone else up to some RP?)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Feb 6, 2020 22:48:15 GMT -5
Halfdawn / Iceflight & Kits : Nursery Halfdawn nodded with satisfaction at Iceflight's word regarding her kits' health. She trusted that if anything bothered the queen, she would tell her rather than to keep it secret out of fear for the truth. "I will always watch them closely. But there is nothing that separates their progression from the many other kits I've seen grow." Not intended as a comfort, her words were simply Halfdawn's honest opinion, though she knew Iceflight would be glad to hear it. The kits were strong, and had begun to grow into the frames they would occupy the rest of their lives. Moonkit especially began to resemble a young apprentice rather than a kit, and though Raccoonkit and Boulderkit were small, they were gaining the bodies of strong young cats, the latter in particular expanding in mass instead of length.
Iceflight's inquiry did not surprise Halfdawn, though she did not know how to respond. It was clearly the main concern of the queen's every day. She knew Emberstar was conscious of Iceflight's failing state and desire to see her kits apprenticed, but she also predicted that there would be no earlier ceremony than six moons at least. Apprenticing kits, even those almost six moons, seemed like a decision that would remind the leader too much of a decision Tinystar would have made, displaying a lack of care for his clanmates' healthy survival. "She has not yet said anything to me. But when she does, I promise to tell you immediately." Thinking to perhaps keep her mind active, Halfdawn continued with her questions about the kits. "Three healthy kits is nothing short of a blessing from StarClan. How do you think they will fare as apprentices?"
Iceflight couldn't help but sigh at the response. It was the one she had expected, but she couldn't have helped but hope. Slowly, the desperation of her condition wormed back into her heart. She would live to see the day. She had to. She would do whatever it took. Perhaps she would talk to Emberstar herself. The kits were only 3 days from 6 moons. Perhaps if she could see the leader, she could convince her to grant her this one wish. The kits wouldn't even need to begin their training until their 6th moon arrived. She forced herself away from the thought, and to Halfdawn's question. "Raccoonkit and Boulderkit will make lots of friends, I know it. Boulderkit's already showing himself to be a thinker, and there isn't a mean bone in Raccoonkit's body. And I'm sure Moonkit will try to boss around everyone in the den around. She already fancies herself as a deputy." A rusty purr erupted from the young queen, quickly turning into a hacking cough. How she longed to watch these three bundles of joy grow from apprentices into warriors and beyond. It wasn't realistic. She would have to do all that from Starclan, she realized sadly. And she wouldn't be able to speak to them until they eventually joined her themselves. Regretfully, she nuzzled the kits, eliciting a mew of protest from Moonkit. |
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Feb 6, 2020 22:53:37 GMT -5
»𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕒𝕨
♦𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ~Skyblaze~ 's Hollypaw
♦𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖'𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕟
↦↦✿↤↤
She jumped away upon noticing the apprentice was awake now. She was thrumming with energy, practically bouncing out of her paws she spewed out her offer. "I am wanting to go hunting, or maybe exploring? And I thought that you and I could go together, I mean alone we couldn't take on any dangers but together we could take on the whole forest! I bet all the evils in the world would cower in fear at us!" She was certainly exaggerating on their ability to fight but she didn't know this. No, she thought for certain that even the biggest baddest animal in the world would tuck it's tail and run when she unleashed her moves. Not even waiting for her reply, she dove out of the apprentice's den and into the clearing. Hollypaw had to follow her right? This was going to be fun!
Hollypaw winced at the onslaught of words so early in the morning. The thought of going hunting didn't appeal to her, especially before sunhigh, but the thought of exploring, and finding something new, struck a chord with her. She contemplated falling back asleep. The fur lined nest was so excruciatingly soft. Yet as her eyes drooped, the prospect of finding something undiscovered needled at her. Finally, her eyes snapped open and she rolled the green orbs in annoyance, getting to her paws and shaking the moss out of her tortoiseshell-and-black fur. "Stupid furball." She grumbled under her breath. She padded out of the den to rejoin her denmate. "You owe me a mouse." She yawned by way of acceptance, flicking her tail against Spiderpaw's shoulder to show that her crankiness was only due to how early it was. "Lead the way." She offered. |
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Post by calliope on Feb 7, 2020 12:34:21 GMT -5
Mosslight's Geriatric Adventure "Patrol" The young she-cat purred in delight, picking up the herbs in her mouth. "Allfit. Let's skoo," Mosslight said, muffled. She waited for her grandfather to stand up and adjust before giggling to herself. She dropped the herbs only for a moment to say, "C'mon Gramps! Gotta hurry before my uncles get back and scold me!" With another fit of laughter, she picked the herbs and set a decent pace for all three cats to walk in. She mostly stayed by Lichenstone's side, just in case he may need her assistance or perhaps lean on her for additional support. "Shanks for coming wiff, Leopardspats," the she-cat mewed. (I JUST LOVE MY BABY SO MUCH ;-;!) |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 7, 2020 13:33:20 GMT -5
Good evening guys
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Feb 7, 2020 13:43:38 GMT -5
Ello! ) |
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Post by mizzoctavia on Feb 7, 2020 13:45:11 GMT -5
(Morning!  ) |
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