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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 5, 2020 14:06:11 GMT -5
// Sounds good to me <3!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 14:11:28 GMT -5
Awesome, I’m on with starters/replies now  (also writing up the codes so that might take a while XD)
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 5, 2020 14:13:21 GMT -5
[ Excellente ✧*✧]
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Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Jan 5, 2020 14:16:01 GMT -5
//eee i'll get mine up
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 5, 2020 14:17:31 GMT -5
Twistedbranch / Open
In a small meadow sat a wildly patterned brown tabby, eyes wide with perception. Twistedbranch came to this place, Starfall, more often as she grew older. Before, she was ashamed of stepping on its ground, but slowly she found herself drawn to it more and more, to the point that she went out hunting alone only to sit in its grasses. She felt a ghostly tinge of pain in her tail. The warrior needed to glare at the mangled, sharply kinked thing in order to convince herself that there was no pain, she couldn't feel anything in it anymore, it was numb. Even so, this place evoked an violent attachment to an injury so visible on the she-cat. Twistedbranch hated that her tail hadn't been broken here. She wished she was old enough to have fought in this last war. Breathing in Starfall's sharp air, the massive cat dreamed of the glory it evoked. Suddenly, Twistedbranch had a fierce urge to leave.
Nearly directing herself toward camp, she stopped short. The tabby would need a kill to return with, after all, hunting is the "real" reason she was out. Scenting the air, dreading the possibility of having to trek further away from camp to reach prey, she picked up a mouse with all luck. Efficiently, she went to work tracking, forcing her mind to leave Starfall. It was no use, as her thoughts continued. As of late Twistedbranch thought with envy on the cats who fought there, they believed in something so strongly that they almost died off completely. She felt an affinity with that mindset. All her life, her opinions made her feel like she'd do anything to defend them, but she had yet to go to any great lengths to prove that sentiment. Her valiant injury was from a foolish badger fight, a nasty clash but nowhere near the honour of fighting another cat for one's clan.
There, beneath a spattering of fallen leaves, scuttled her prey. Twistedbranch shot back into reality, lowering herself to the forest floor and creeping silently, effortlessly, toward the mouse's doom. A pounce, and a quick bite, and the she-cat grasped the tiny limp catch in her large jaws. She would need to get something better next time, maybe two somethings, or it would look as if she was spending full parts of days stalking one scrawny rodent. She was bored of the hunt, it had never exited her as battle did. Battle. Her mind returned to Starfall. Guiltily, Twistedbranch wondered which side she would have been on. Naturally she had always believed in Emberstar, because that was what she had been taught. But if so many cats fought otherwise, what were their reasons? And how were they great enough to die for? Twistedbranch rid herself of these notions as she stepped into the edge of camp, and deposited her mouse on the fresh-kill pile. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2020 14:39:02 GMT -5
May I start RPing? |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 14:57:19 GMT -5
Yes [/sub#
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jan 5, 2020 15:00:43 GMT -5
(I’m planning out my characters right now, would anyone like to claim one of Darkblossom’s kits? c: If not that’s ok and Baykit can be the only one in the litter, I’d just like to know before I write her out so that I can have a clearer picture. I also have all my characters open for relationships if anyone’s interested!)
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 5, 2020 15:04:21 GMT -5
[I'd love for my elder Lichenstone to have warrior grandkits or older warrior kits @ anyone!]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2020 15:04:40 GMT -5
(I’m planning out my characters right now, would anyone like to claim one of Darkblossom’s kits? c: If not that’s ok and Baykit can be the only one in the litter, I’d just like to know before I write her out so that I can have a clearer picture. I also have all my characters open for relationships if anyone’s interested!) I’ll claim one. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 15:05:36 GMT -5
He'd be welcome to be the father of either storm or ember stealth
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jan 5, 2020 15:19:16 GMT -5
(Sounds good Lilac ^w^ And I’d also love if Lichen was the father of Darkblossom! :0 If that’s ok!)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2020 15:52:20 GMT -5
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 5, 2020 16:45:40 GMT -5
 MONARCHPAW
The morning's cool air wafted into the novice's own corner deep within the medicine cat den. Sometimes she regretted even picking the spot she always nested herself comfortably in before feeling the breeze dance within the soft tufts of her her elegant fur, often causing the strands themselves to twirl around one another in an upbeat manner. Although the molly's exposed flank was enjoying it's tease to the sharp, morning air, enjoying every little twirl it could create with the help of the draft, her mentally was disturbed. Monarchpaw had wanted to sleep in. The stress of being a physician-in-training was beginning take a toll upon the tabby's health, and continuing to snore softly, curled in a ball under the roots of the once apple tree until the sun has made its way to mark the day was halfway done was when she expected to awake. However, the current presumed to fondle with the velvet bunches by frolicking itself across her physique. A low, sleepy groan emitted from her mouth, following after was one beautiful, amber eye now exposed from it's lid rising. Hazel and green flecks embraced by such a yellow warmth was indeed blank as it peered past the roots.
The molly rose from her spot and made her way outside and past the said structure after she stretched her arms. The morning was indeed, crisp with ice-cold air. Perhaps she could make her way to the Meandering Creek to rid of her quench for thirst, then make her way over to Cattail Meadow so she could grab some herbs the two medics were lacking in storage. The she-cat's warm eyes turned to look back at the said mentor, despite her face remaining blank, there seemed to be a look within her pretty orbs that appeared mischievous and worrisome. However, with a blank, that cloud disappeared and Monarchpaw turned her spine to her teacher and made her way towards the camp entrance.
Mumblewolf - ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע | Medicine Cat Den To Camp Entrance
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 5, 2020 16:50:39 GMT -5
[Yes to both Stormchaser's father and Darkblossom's father, so long as you two are okay with them being siblings, happy to have them be in different litters or anything you decide! Yay Lichen will be so pleased <3 ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 17:00:11 GMT -5
I'm fine with either
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2020 17:08:04 GMT -5
Gonna just hop in and get a start with my characters: *Riverstream/ Moonshadow; Lightning Point*
“I don’t know, Riverstream, foxes can go up there,” Moonshadow mewed warily as her brother’s strong legs pulled himself up the tree. “Come on, Moonshadow, we did this when we were apprentices, we can do it when we’re warrior too!” Riverstream said between gasps of air. Moonshadow wasn’t sure. The hard smell of foxes reeked over the smell of fresh air. When Riverstream climbed to the top, he shook some sweat out of his fur and meowed, “Come on, just once.” Moonshadow shook her head. “I’m not doing it.” Riverstream sighed. “Fine, but your the one missing out.” He gave a glance at his sister and jumped off the tree, wiggling around a bit before he found his balance. Moonshadow groaned when he hit the ground with a loud thump and mumbled, “Ow.” Riverstream grunted and jumped up high in the air. “Please go with me this time.” Moonshadow shook her head as her brother started climbing up again to repeat the process. “I’m going back to camp.” Moonshadow spun around, leaving her brother half way up the tree. He groaned and jumped down. “Wait!” He called, chasing after Moonshadow. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 17:12:11 GMT -5
Couple of things to note please Ice the minimum requirement as asked in the rules is at least 6 lines, and that is per character, so if you're going to clump character posts together like that [something I'd prefer you didn't do if possible] it would need to be at least 12 lines long.
I understand starters are hard sometimes, but just thought it be worth letting you know.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2020 17:19:33 GMT -5
Ok, I’ll fix it!  |
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 5, 2020 17:29:32 GMT -5
// If anyone wants to roleplay with Rowanwillow, he's open c:
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 5, 2020 17:31:37 GMT -5
[Sure 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】, I've Twisted just coming into camp:)]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 17:31:57 GMT -5
I'm currently working on starters so you'd be quite welcome to reply to one of those once they're done! Sorry, I was trying to sort something out with the coding but it just wasn't playing ball but took way too long for me to admit defeat.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 17:53:20 GMT -5
 Morning brought its usual bounty of aches and pains, a barrage more fitting for a resident of the elder's den than it was the clan's leader, but such had become a day to day routine to the point where Emberstar couldn't quite remember a time without it. An old enemy she had long stopped trying to shake, instead now carried with her, a shadow or a mite.
Uncurling, the moss of her nest scattered in her wake as she lifted upright. Glancing at the empty nest, her mate's scent lingered but faintly, he must have been called on dawn patrol, she assumed lips parting with a yawn. Some selfish part of her she wouldn't let loose grateful for the fact she hadn't been woken with him.
Whilst Emberstar was always a cat to do her best for her clan, truth be told the scarred calico wasn't a morning cat.
Once upon a time, what felt like a lifetime ago her body had been lit with an endless energy, a fire that burned so fiercely she might have taken the forest down with her had she been more like her father. But fortunately that had not been the path she had taken, but now in the aftermath of moons of endless battle, her energy was sapped from her, replaced by incessant pain. Though she hated to admit it, these days Emberstar felt a lot older than her moons should have permitted.
Offering her pelt a quick once over, removing some of the more unsightly tangles and burrs from the density of her calico coat. She made for the den's entrance, the burning light of early morning rendered her briefly blind, but she grew accustomed to it. Sending a swift look around camp, taking note of who wandered its confines still, and trying to make a plan for the day ahead.
Mumblewolf was absent as far as she could see, either asleep or amid the wilds outside of camp for the time being. Nothing she pondered on for too long, her deputy was a capable enough warrior and if he was out and about, it was no doubt with some purpose or another, and if not the tom was likely catching up on some well deserved rest.
Still, it left her without a task to keep her paws busy. A state she despised as a general rule of thumb, but one easily remedied, if she could only find a willing participant.  Roused from the depths of sleep by a sharp burst of birdsong that jerked him free of what had already been a restless sleep, the massive tom cat let out a grumble of frustration. His night before had been spent on the dusk patrol, ensuring the rumours of a fox at the moorside borders were exactly that; and whilst the point had been proven, the hours had dragged and his moments of sleep had flown. Rendering what was already a grouchy natured warrior lacking of sleep and thin of patience.
In short not great considering today was the day he had to deal with the mite of an apprentice he had been imposed.
Whilst he tried not to be as antisocial as he was infamous for around the bundle of fluff known as Tawnypaw, the truth was Stormchaser wasn't the nurturing type, and had to remind himself more than once per session not to lose his temper. The young shecat was proving to be an adapt enough learner, but the massive tom wasn't someone who thrived under socialisation.
Trudging from the nursery, the bulky warrior stretched out, his massive frame coupled with the bounty of scars lacing his every inch rendered him an intimidating sight in general, but Stormchaser generally considered that a note in his favour.
Looking around camp, finely tuned senses caught hold of his charge's scent and he made his way in her direction at a steady pace. "Good morning," he greeted, if he considered the actions he found her doing odd; he was kind enough not to show such on his expression. "I take it you're rested and fed?" |
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jan 5, 2020 18:19:11 GMT -5
(We could have them be from different litters c: Darkblossom could be the younger sister, if that’s alright. Sorry I can’t get up anymore of my descriptions or starters right now! Out with family.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 18:28:05 GMT -5
No worries take your time cac and that'd be fine with me!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2020 18:57:27 GMT -5
Probably gonna RP later, I have so many others on my hands + my own Clan to deal with.
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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 5, 2020 20:37:43 GMT -5
Mumblewolf
❝ ━But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten. ♚
Stretched in a languid poise across the splintered bark of winding roots lay a majestic figure of muscle and pride. His fur pooled from his sides, rich brown like liquid bronze, aglitter with tiny beads of morning dew. Specific instruction from Emberstar had led the deputy to this firm perch, orders to guard a singular apprentice still sound within her den. Though the task had been taken up without complaint, curiosity glowed in the bright of his eyes and flared in the depths of his chest.
The soldier would’ve understood sheltering the Clan’s main medic, with their honed skills in healing and spiritual connection, but their newly appointed understudy? The leader knew how busy both their schedules stood, so having her purposely ask him to sacrifice some time off for the protection of another meant something important was in play—leaving only an intrigued thrum at his mind’s center, pulsing to the tempo of his heart.
Suddenly, a soft sound alerted the warrior, coming keen against his attentive ears despite being but a rustle of bedding material. Muscles rolled beneath a thick coat as he shifted to more sedentary bearings.
Sharp in a hawk-like stare reflected a small creature exiting the healer’s quarters, her back turned and unknowing to an icy cerulean regard pure with attentive mulls and watchful scrutiny. Crown raised, ears pricked, and a stare edged with heeding, imitated the imagery of a panther readying for a hunt.
With a smooth leap, the warrior left his seating across the splayed roots and trotted in leisure fashion after the orange and whites of Monarchpaw’s slender frame. Falling into step directly behind her, Mumblewolf did little to announce his presence, pads silent against the flooring and breath tempered to quiet puffs.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 20:55:46 GMT -5
I like mumble a lot already. Plus the fact that a mother would call their kit mumblekit is adorable to me
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jan 5, 2020 21:00:59 GMT -5
(Hello hello!)
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(also writing up the codes so that might take a while XD) 
