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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2020 21:08:13 GMT -5
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 21:14:41 GMT -5
Good evening Sky!
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jan 5, 2020 21:38:07 GMT -5
Heya! How goes it! Anything I should know about the clan? ) |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 21:43:07 GMT -5
Aside from a not entirely publicly explained subplot in which monarch and tawny are Emberstar secret daughters who she had in secret to keep them safe from her father including her mate, no not really XD
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jan 5, 2020 22:03:11 GMT -5
I'm already confused XD)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 22:07:47 GMT -5
Great start XD
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jan 5, 2020 22:26:21 GMT -5
Yet I shall make charries XD)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 5, 2020 22:28:38 GMT -5
Awesome!
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 5, 2020 23:31:56 GMT -5
[ I so love Stormchaser!!]
Tawnypaw / Stormchaser 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
With a start, Tawnypaw broke from her arduous cycle of pouncing and grooming. She spun around with a start at her mentor's greeting. Dipping her head obediently to the tom who dwarfed her in size, she returned, "Good morning, Stormchaser!" The ginger she-cat stood alert on all four paws. She met the tom's gaze confidently and meowed, "I have. I'm ready for anything today!" She knew the warrior was less than thrilled to be her mentor, but that only made impressing him a greater challenge, one which she never tired of undertaking. Tawnypaw ran her dim amber gaze over Stormchaser's scars, impossible to miss if one were to even glance at his pelt. The scruffy apprentice found herself questioning what was more desirable for her to have as a warrior- a silky, radiant pelt, or to have valiant scars, at once proving her worth in battle. Expectantly, she hung upon Stormchaser's declaration as to the day's task. Impressing him was always difficult enough, but of course it was far better to Tawnypaw to train with other apprentices as well, just to make sure she was indeed ahead of the rest.
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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 23:59:26 GMT -5
 Slidding out and into the clearing of the camp, the handsome white tom's golden eyes searched the clearing. Almost immediately he noticed the small creak and realized how parched he was. The lengthy tom padded over to the creek, noticing young Monarchpaw. The white tom dipped his head to her as soon as she acknowledged him before he knelt next to the water, lapping at the water. The moment he quenched his thirst, the warrior turned his head to where he could see Mumblewolf near young Monarchpaw. Driftwind dipped his head to him as well, before he backed off.
 M i s t b e r r y || Cometpaw { 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ }
As the tabby she-cat moved out of warriors den, she wanted nothing more than to see her only son. Her pride and joy. Her golden-green eyes scanned the clearing where she was hoping to see her precious kit, but for now, she could not find him.
Perhaps he's out with his mentor? She thought, pride swelling within her.
The warrior then moved towards the fresh-kill pile where she nudged the pray to find something she would enjoy. Eventually she settled for a mouse. She then turned back, hoping to see her sons blazing orange fur.
//heckn, i wanna make my replies all pretty but the coding here confuses me eee anyway, uh hope this good, i suck at starters ;-; also cactus, what should become of comets father :0?? |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2020 10:50:43 GMT -5
*Moonshadow; Riverstream*
Moonshadow ignored her brother’s calls and continued to swiftly walk through the forest. “Shut up!” She hissed, swinging around. Her paw steps got lighter as she crept through the forest. She could smell prey. She pressed against the forest floor when a plump rat came into sight. She calmly and quietly moved towards the fat thing. When it was perfect time, she leaped forwards it and caught it in her claws. “What do you think of that?” She asked and spun around to meet her brother’s eyes. “I want to see you catch something,” she spat.
*Riverstream; Moonshadow*
Riverstream hissed. “I could’ve done better.” He walked along in the forest, his eye out for prey. When a rat came into view, he didn’t even have a chance to catch it! Moonshadow leaped forwards and killed it. “That isn’t fair!” Riverstream whined. “You were too slow, and I couldn’t just let a perfect piece of prey go to waste,” Moonshadow said. “But you didn’t give me a chance!”Soon, the two siblings had gotten themselves back to camp. Riverstream was disappointed. He hadn’t caught any prey and his sister had. Surprisingly, she hadn’t made fun of him yet. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 6, 2020 11:32:17 GMT -5
I'm sorry to keep reminding you Ice, but it might come across as unfair if I don't equally enforce the rules. The minimum requirement is 6 lines per character. Your Riverstream response is half of that and your Moonshadow response is just short of it, please maintain this standard in the future.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2020 12:54:19 GMT -5
I'm sorry to keep reminding you Ice, but it might come across as unfair if I don't equally enforce the rules. The minimum requirement is 6 lines per character. Your Riverstream response is half of that and your Moonshadow response is just short of it, please maintain this standard in the future. I fixed it  |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 6, 2020 13:07:39 GMT -5
Awesome thanks! I'm genuinely not meaning to come across as mean  if it makes your life easier you are welcome to wait until someone else has free characters, or throw your cats at somebody so you don't have to just roleplay with yourslef, as I know that can make life a little more difficult!
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jan 6, 2020 13:52:34 GMT -5
(Ahh I cant wait to get home and respond c: Really excited to use Cometpaw! As for there being a dad, we could say the role is open, and if no one wants to fill it than maybe he died in the war?)
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 6, 2020 14:34:37 GMT -5
Hickorysight / Mistberry 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
Loping into camp with bright energy, Hickorysight headed straight to the fresh-kill pile to check its supply. Though he liked to be able to wake beside Emberstar, and thought it was best that he find her to see how she was faring today, he loved to leave at sunrise. Being on the dawn patrol always set the hardworking tom on a clear headed path for the rest of the day, the crispness of a morning forest soothed his old muscles and perked his senses. A grey tabby pelt crossed his gaze as he padded toward the prey. As Mistberry chose a mouse, Hickorysight greeted, "Good morning." The friendly warrior thought Mistberry may be the best cat to ask for another question on his mind. "Have you seen Cometpaw around? I hope he's not been sleeping in too late," he meowed good-naturedly.
Hickorysight liked to make sure Cometpaw and Tawnypaw were frequently occupied. Good working habits began young he believed, and the two rowdier young cats benefited most from careful training- and supervision. He even kept an eye on Monarchpaw, though he knew it wasn't directly his place as a warrior, but he felt significantly safer knowing all of the clan's apprentices were staying in line. The cheery warrior had an easygoing demeanor that was not stern, he knew the best way to get them was by believing in their abilities and setting a friendly example.
With no kits of his own, the caring warrior had always taken a firm interest in the apprentices of the clan; Hickorysight loved instructing them and watching them become his fellow warriors. The older tom had helped train many of the clan's current warriors even, and though the violence of a generation ago had pained him, he hoped the younger warriors and apprentices would never again have to face such devastating circumstances. "It must be hard not getting to watch over him every day as much as you could in the nursery. I imagine you think about him frequently," he told Mistberry in an honest tone. Hickorysight liked to be a confidant to his clanmates, and he empathised with Mistberry having to watch her only kit take on a new routine.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 6, 2020 17:39:55 GMT -5
I like hickory a lot already XD
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2020 18:43:33 GMT -5
I'm sorry to keep reminding you Ice, but it might come across as unfair if I don't equally enforce the rules. The minimum requirement is 6 lines per character. Your Riverstream response is half of that and your Moonshadow response is just short of it, please maintain this standard in the future. It’s totally fine! At first I thought it was just 6 sentences, not lines. Sorry! |
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 6, 2020 20:37:18 GMT -5
[Thank you! I decided to make him tragically love kits and apprentices out of a "lack of his own" :ppp]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 6, 2020 20:40:26 GMT -5
That line did feel like a kick to the teeth so well done on that one! XD
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Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Jan 6, 2020 22:31:08 GMT -5
// sorry guys, i'll be dead for a bit longer;-;
Also 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ what if comets father [whether ot nor not he's dead) converts comet to the dark forest (as i saw comet was listed as a slayer)?? :0
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 6, 2020 22:31:19 GMT -5
 MONARCHPAW
The novice had felt thin muscles ripple below her thick tufts of gold and ginger, which still had been disturbed by the gentle blowing against her pelt, and Monarchpaw's rather unfazed expression had indeed cracked from it's seriousness. The medicine cat's lips curled upwards for a split second due to the breeze gently teasing her by dancing among her medium, velvet fur. For most, it was easy to proclaim that the tabby she-cat was in her typical, upset mood, however, it was much more the opposite. Monarchpaw, despite waking up by the cold, decided that since she'll most likely be left alone throughout the day to do her rather depressing duties that were beginning to make a warm welcoming into her bosom. Expecting this, she had proceeded her journey onward towards the stream.
Yes, it was true, Monarchpaw had hated being forced to take her duties relating to medicine. She had dreamed of endless hours of training with one of felines in her clan that owned brutal strength and incredible wit. She had imagined her muscles burning as she trained long and hard, her paw-pads growing rugged, hardening from the relentless walking and cracked with thin lines. It made Monarchpaw's heart swell when she imagined herself training alongside another clanmate to become one of the toughest she-cats. However, it was all shattered, along with her heart, when Emberstar announced Monarchpaw's next stage in life to continue as a medicine cat apprentice. She didn't deny the duty, but Monarchpaw had found that the life of the medicine cat could be extremely bland. However, as of recently, Monarchpaw has been slowly beginning to get used to her duties, and even enjoying the long hours she spent with her mentor teaching her about herbs.
The she-cat stopped at the entrance when her stomach had let out a low cry, signifying that a hunger was oncoming. She decided to turn her pretty cranium around to look at the kill-pile, when she spotted the purebred following her close behind. Her warm eyes suddenly became cold and her ears began to fold back as she spat at him. "Still following me I see..." Her eyes rolls sarcastically before she turned back to the outside of camp and slowly continuing to walk. "Look. You're a deputy. Go do your duties or something, because that's what you're supposed to do. I don't need you following me around. Emberstar was wrong to assign you to watch over me."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 6, 2020 22:45:08 GMT -5
And it appears that love expands to Monarch as well
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jan 6, 2020 22:47:52 GMT -5
(That sounds awesome! >:3 I’m really into that idea! And don’t feel bad, I haven’t been here much either for the past could days, but tomorrow’s mg last day of work so fingers crossed I’ll be able to finish those descriptions and respond!)
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Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Jan 6, 2020 23:47:04 GMT -5
M i s t b e r r y || Hickorysight { Stealthfire }
The tabby she-cat looked towards Hickorysight when the tom spoke to her. Her bushy tail swayed a bit as she settled her mouse down at her paws. She really hadn't spent much time with Hickorysight and was surprised to have him speaking to her.
"I haven't seen my son," she meowed to him, her golden-green eyes shimmering when she spoke, "I would imagine he would be about on a patrol with his mentor."
She then snickered when he commented about not getting to watch her son.
"You may be right, but I can watch over him from a distance," she meowed, a purr rising in her throat. "But, if I am honest, I miss my days in the nursery watching over him. Even Monarchpaw and Tawnypaw when I had the chance."
Mistberry was well aware of HIckorysight's lack of romance and she immediately flattened her ears, eyes falling to the ground.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 7, 2020 11:06:25 GMT -5
 Despite her mouse-y size, the warrior did have to admit the young apprentice was braver than she had any right to be considering her head was smaller than his paw. Thus far the pipsqueak of an apprentice had proven herself an avid enough learner, he supposed it could be worse; he had met some apprentices in his time that hardly knew a mouse from their left leg, he'd have sooner retired than take that on as a task.
"Good," he commented, though he would likely have not taken much notice if she'd asked for further time. Life as a warrior offered little in the way of breaks, and as her mentor it was his position to ensure she knew such hardships. The steely warrior was grateful to see a little life in his clan, given their history had often nearly crushed it from them, but he wouldn't let it soften Tawnypaw too much, cats had died for less in CopseClan's bloodied past.
"We're going to Lightning Point," his tone was matter of fact and offered little in the way of negotiation. "Let you practice climbing and squirrel hunting," far from his favourite past time; his bulk offered not much talent for climbing, and it was a skill he'd put off as much as possible, but he had eventually decided it was time to face the music. Whilst Stormchaser harboured little love for the arts above ground, he knew it was a key skill; and one a smaller cat such as his apprentice could benefit from if taught well.
"Lets get going," his tone was far from excited, or perhaps if at all more excited to get it over with rather than get started. |
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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 7, 2020 16:41:56 GMT -5
Mumblewolf
❝ ━But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten. ♚
Recognition flickered in the cerulean of his gaze, glimpsing her thin muscle bunch beneath ginger fur, stalling a lithe gait into a sloppy, hunger-inclined standstill. As though in unison, the warrior mirrored her without delay, smoothing a leisurely trot toward an equally leisurely halt. A placement directly behind the understudy, his firm frame easily dwarfed her own, casting a shadow over the makings of a slender figure like a protective veil, black and sweeping as the night sky.
Weight shifting, paws planted deep into the coarse and gritty texture of soil, staining their frosted exteriors a mixture of tawnies and umbers. Paying no mind, his stare took to regarding the bustling activities of Clan life, shoulders squared and ears slanted forward, attentive, searching. He truly reflected the ideals of a bodyguard—stance to a drawn poise and senses ablaze, purpose and determination bubbling just beneath the surface of an otherwise empty gaze.
The quiet broke before it had a chance to settle. Ill-mannered, uncouth words fell hot from Monarchpaw’s tongue, spilling over like scalding water and searing iron.
A simple ear twitch. It was the sole indicator he’d heard, but neither reacted nor turned, engaging instead in the heeding watch he had held for a few moments now.
Like how he had chosen to dismiss the mud smearing his paws, he did so with the she-cat wasting her breath. And though this had become a constant—the relentless whining, the low-brow insults, and the ceaseless bickering—it somehow made no impression on Mumblewolf, whose obedience remained entirely to Emberstar.
It didn’t take an expert to figure out the apprentice had such an aversion toward company hindering independence, but until he heard otherwise from his leader, he would continue trailing after the medic regardless of personal opinion or squawking, venom-loaded slights.
Finally, unhurried and composed with the bearings of a king, his cranium angled toward Monarchpaw, gaze cool, collected, but eerily unblinking, piercing with daunting intensity into her own twin, emerald-tinted suns. Their fierce flames reflected off his calm expression, clear as a cloudless sky, awaiting simply her next intended destination and nothing more.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 7, 2020 16:47:17 GMT -5
Monarch: rant, rant, rant, rant rant, rant, rant.
Mumble: Do I look like I give a sh*t?
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if it makes your life easier you are welcome to wait until someone else has free characters, or throw your cats at somebody so you don't have to just roleplay with yourslef, as I know that can make life a little more difficult!
