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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Feb 22, 2020 9:49:05 GMT -5
✦ Camp ✦ Feathertalon 's Heatherstorm ✦ "I'm exhausted from trying to be stronger than I feel."
Despite her sister’s firm words of comforting, a twinge of doubt shot against the she-cat’s gut. She nodded to show she’d heard, and managed a faint, “Th-thank you.” Checking everything outside would be easy, right? Nothing was out there… right? It was camp. Heatherstorm was right, wasn’t she?
Scrambling onto unbalanced paws, the molly staggered and in her haste nearly buckled once again across the brown and greens of tunnel terrain. The remnants of such fall stuck in clumps against the soft of her underbelly, tarnishing a snowy white into a muddy gray.
Footing came rather challenging, tremors still affecting her motor skills, but the molly eventually stabilized, assisted by the level landscape making up camp. Pieces of cracked dirt crumbled off her fur, but for the most part she remained soiled, stained. Curlybrook seemed to scarcely notice. In fact, if looked closely, the she-cat’s figure definitely appeared unkempt—even before the troublesome occurrence. Unruly tufts stuck out this way and that, their tips frayed and sagging. Behind her ears slumped matted pieces of pelage, so twisted and knotted no amount of grooming could possibly untangle the furry disarray.
It wasn’t just her fur quality, her typical glossy sheen giving way to a lackluster garishness, but other aspects of the molly’s body; most definitely her face. Black ringed the outside of her gaze, while her mismatched eyes themselves appeared glazed and exhausted. She couldn’t recall the last she’d had a fulfilling rest, too panicked of something or someone catching her unaware. Even in a den brimming with combat-ready soldiers, Curlybrook couldn’t find it in herself to close both eyes; alarmed over every suspicious creak and panicked over every long shadow.
She hadn’t always been like this. Skittish, yes, but thoroughly paranoid? It had come about suddenly, set off by the same dust-storm that killed Fernfoot. She should’ve gone to StarClan that day, but instead it started in relentless bouts: images of things not there, voices heard over the wind. It almost made her survival a curse rather than a blessing. The extreme episodes were luckily infrequent, but this had been the first time it had occurred in camp.
Curlybrook followed after her sister in an almost defeated gait, explaining an unsteady hitch to her step, miserable by yet another outburst. Her head slouched past her shoulders, ears sagging, their curled tips flopping sadly with each tread. The molly’s tail dragged against the dusty floor, unbothered or uncaring to the amount of dirt it picked up, or the prospect should be elevated to prevent that. Her face had pulled into an dejected look that indicated sadness, emphasized by the newfound reflectiveness of her eyes.
The molly knew Heatherstorm was trying her best, a patience only a mother could command so well. When they’d been kits—cute little things—Heatherkit had been a lot more brash with her feelings, but a then Curlykit knew it to be sisterly love. She saw it with Heatherpaw’s constantly defending her from bullies and in moments of privacy where her sib would attempt to give words of encouragement.
She saw it with Heatherstorm, now a mother, trying a softer, yet still efficient approach. Curlybrook saw her determination for what is was, but never could describe in words how thankful she was for them. The white warrior had always wanted to be like Heatherstorm: strong, confident… Not meek, sad.
It’s not real, she tried rehearsing. Each hurried step across the ground became increasingly hesitant as the camp entrance grew in size. It’s not real. Her breaths fell ragged in puffs of labored panic. She tried muttering Heatherstorm’s words beneath her breath, anything to convince her freezing body that it was okay. Nothing was there. Heatherstorm would protect her. Everything's going to be alright. Heatherstorm is here.
It happened when they passed the medicine cat’s den.
The scent of fox doused in the metallic tang of blood—it greeted her with a mocking clout to the nose, sending her mind ablaze and adrenaline pumping through her system. She tried to pick up the pace, hasten away from something she vaguely realized had to be behind the cause. But froze. A growling flooded her ears, deep and rich, threatening.
She viciously shook her head. It isn’t real. It wasn’t real. Heatherstorm had proved that when she’d touched her.
Curlybrook took a forced, quivering step forward, then another. Each tread caused her body to yell out, turn back. The noises wouldn’t go away. They only intensified. It sounded so real, the snarling, the scuffling, it was trying to find a way in. The smells were worse. Even if she couldn’t see the beast lurking outside, she could scent it—bitter and overwhelming. Who was to say this instance was real? Though a part of her begged to snap out of it, it wasn’t real, she gave into the illusion.
“He-Heatherstorm, stop!” she gasped. Her sister was ahead of her by a decent stretch, the tunnel looming before the both of them. The she-cat rushed forward and twined both her paws around the gray molly’s hind-leg. Her claws unsheathed, Curlybrook dragged shallow cuts until they finally anchored into place, tugging her sibling back with a desperation unmatched to anything ever seen before.
She barely realized what she was doing—everything in her head just screamed to drag her sister back, to save the both of them.
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A Dove’s Echo
Echopaw
Two things are infinite. The universe and human stupidity. I’m not so sure about the universe...
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Post by Echopaw on Feb 22, 2020 9:51:08 GMT -5
Echopaw - - { That’s a good plan! Just a heads up, but Flea is incredibly feisty. Good luck to Echo ^^ } { 🤞}
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 22, 2020 10:16:05 GMT -5
Honeybranch
The she-cat nodded "apprentices keep us on our toes most days. So we have to know how to keep up with them." Honeybranch stretched her paws a bit, "for now though, I think a nap may be in order." A yawn interrupted the last moments of her sentence.
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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 Feb 22, 2020 10:33:28 GMT -5
Voidastral - - { Hey Quail! I think it's your turn for the elders in case you didn't know ^^ }
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Feathertalon
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 22, 2020 14:10:13 GMT -5
Leopardpaw » Yeah, that made a lot of sense to Leopardpaw. He could see how training an apprentice would keep a warrior fresh on their skills, as nimble as even the youngest apprentice. ”Maybe when I’m a warrior I’ll have so many apprentices that I’ll never get stiff!” He chirped, bouncing up in his excitement, tail quivering and eyes shining. To be honest, there wasn’t much ambition inside the little gray tabby. He wanted to be the best warrior he could be and wanted to make WhisperClan proud, but beyond that he could care less about becoming deputy or leader one day. All he really wanted to do was serve his Clan well, be friends with as many cats as he could be, and train as many apprentices as he could possibly be given. That sounded like a fulfilling life to him.
But even apprentices excited to become a warrior and later a mentor needed some time off from everything. Honeybranch’s yawn was contagious, and it wasn’t long before Leopardpaw’s own maw opened to let a yawn escape. It was getting late, the night having rolled over camp not that long ago. ”Yeah,” he mewed his agreement. If he wanted to be up early tomorrow for some training he needed to get to bed pretty soon. ”I’ll see you around, okay, Honeybranch?” His voice went up in pitch at the end of the statement, turning it more into a question. By now Leopardpaw had turned to make his leave, but had stayed in place with a hopeful glance cast toward Honeybranch, eagerly awaiting the answer she would give him.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 22, 2020 14:10:34 GMT -5
Heatherstorm »Baby steps. What they needed were baby steps. It was hard for Heatherstorm to start off with baby steps for her skittish sister, but she was willing to put in the effort. She wanted to show the white molly that there was nothing to be afraid of out there, that everything inside and outside of camp was safe. Hopefully taking her outside to look at how barren everything was out there would calm the fears she was currently going through for whatever reason. They made no sense to Heatherstorm, but she supposed the least she could do was try and help Curlybrook out even if just a little bit.
Noticing the struggle Curlybrook was going through to get on her paws and stay steady, Heatherstorm leaned forward to offer herself as a rest for Curlybrook to keep from falling anymore. ”Here,” she murmured, perhaps the softest her voice had been thus far in response to her sister. It was the smallest of signs that showed Heatherstorm did care for Curlybrook. She wasn’t trying to be intentionally rude to her sibling or even mock her sibling just out of some sick joy, no, she was trying to help and be there for Curlybrook, but in a way that made sense to her. It wasn’t always the warmest or kindest of help, but the gray tabby tried. She tried as much as she could with what she was given.
There was even more that Heatherstorm noticed upon a glance at her sister. It was the way she was walking. Heatherstorm wouldn’t call that walking, not really. She’d call it more of something along the lines of dragging. Curlybrook was dragging herself outside, looking more like a corpse than a living creature. She was droopy, akin to a weeping willow that stood all by its lonesome in a melancholy stance. It broke Heatherstorm’s heart to see her sister like this, and she just wished there was something she could do. Back when it had started she thought of it was some kind of extreme show of grief over the loss of Fernfoot. Curlybrook and the now deceased molly had been close friends. But then the dust storm happened, both the mollies getting caught up in the deadly debris of the drought. Fernfoot had been unable to pull through. Curlybrook had, but Heatherstorm wasn’t quite so sure just how much of her sister had survived that. A part of Curlybrook had died in that dust storm, and the pieces that they were left with were...hard to handle. She knew Gingerlily did what she could to help the warrior, but medicine had only gone so far. Heatherstorm was even starting to wonder if this would ever be cured.
It wasn’t long after they had passed the medicine cat’s den that everything changed for the worst.
Whatever happened happened before Heatherstorm had even realized it. Before she knew it, the gray tabby had paws wrapping around her back legs, claws digging ever so slightly into the delicate flesh. She couldn’t stop the low growl that bubbled from within her chest, the noise following her as she whipped her head around to look over her shoulder, copper eyes narrowed toward Curlybrook with a lash of her tail. Before any scathing comments could roll off her tongue, Curlybrook had Heatherstorm rolling off balance. She faltered, the tug from her sister strong enough and surprising enough that she hadn’t been able to stop herself from tumbling over and landing awkwardly on her side in a heap against Curlybrook.
The growl that had bubbled up earlier returned as she looked at her sister through a narrowed gaze. ”Curlybrook,” she started through gritted teeth in a voice not unlike one she would have given her kits when about to scold them, ”what was that about?”
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A Dove’s Echo
Echopaw
Two things are infinite. The universe and human stupidity. I’m not so sure about the universe...
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Post by Echopaw on Feb 22, 2020 16:08:50 GMT -5
{ Feathertalon do you want to get a starter up for Flea and Echo, or me?}
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Feb 22, 2020 16:25:12 GMT -5
Bettastrike - Warrior aether 's Sedgetail
The combatant’s puzzled countenance was evident— the way his brows furred inwards and the skin folded over itself while tightening in his cheeks and forehead as the flesh shifted, along with the murky haze of bewilderment that coated his ocean blue orbs that are freckled with yellow. Instead, when the colleen’s tender pipes released their harmonious notes, Bettastrike’s expression immediately shifted— his muscles relaxed— releasing his skin that returned back to their original state and the cloud in his eyes rose. A low purr emitted from his throat as he continued forwards the dame.
Bettastrike was well aware of Sedgetail— since she was one of Koipaw’s best friends, the russet and white gentleman had grown up watching the two‘s relationship be planted and sprout before blooming in something sweet and entertaining. Of course, the she-cat was older than his sib, but despite that factor in age, Bettastrike was rather fond of the calico. She was gentle—always cautious—but what was most intriguing to him was her reckless personality. It was something he harbored at a younger age—and although he found that trait annoying, Bettastrike found her nature cute. Sedgetail bore the potential of having a calmer demeanor—judging by the excessive kindness she offered and the loving bearing plastered on her attractive cranium. Bettastrike, to say in lesser words—was interested. He was extremely slow with things relating to romance—never wanting to take it more than talking. As an apprentice he had developed a crush on a young warrior, who was now deceased, but she was a factor in his kind personality— it was as if a part of her was inherited into the tall male.
However, when she was alive, Bettastrike was still a juvenile—a rebellious venom surging through his veins. He had the hugest fling for her— it was the graceful—almost majestic trail that she left as she walked past. Her scent was sweet—for some reason, it reminded him of the vanilla blooms that always came in spring. And this mistress’s name?— Autumnnight. She was elegant beyond compare— with a strikingly comforting and overprotective personality that was setting her to the road of third in command—and possibly deputy. However, it was short lived when she was found dead on the border—where Applestar sent a patrol to find the murderer—who was punished on the spot. But Bettastrike never had a chance with her— even if so, the times he came near, he never reacted the way other toms did. Sure he blushed, but he never flirted, nor felt any intense emotions—a mere crush that never blossomed. Ever since then, he hadn’t found himself interested in other she-cats—except Sedgetail. She held a strong potential that drew him inwards—on top of her sweet personality that made him smile.She was more than Autumnnight, in his opinion. When they met and their noses softly collided, the long-legged tom’s blood rushed to his face—causing him to give Sedgetail a small, shy smile. It wasn’t rare for Bettastrike to get flushed—however, it was worse around Sedgetail’s grace and overwhelmingly sweet heart. He admired her greatly— glad Sedgetail was a strong warrior and an amazing friend to his little sister—who was dear to him. Sedgetail had proven her potential when she graduated— and when it occurred, Bettastrike’s interest increased. The molly was quite the character— and he had seen almost every inch of it. His ears contained the waves of her gentle vocals, which caused them to swivel to the direction of her. After great consideration of her words, Bettastrike tilted his head, his previous conflicted gaze returning as his brows pulled together tightly. “No... she told me to meet her here before going off with the elders...” His voice trailed off, gaze turning to the floor in thought. Perhaps this was what Koipaw was up to? She knew how to read him— and if anything, his younger kin could’ve been trying to set things into action.
He decided to go along with it, silently thanking his sister. “Come sit? We can wait for her until then.” He questioned with a small smile before taking a seat, facing the direction he came from. Tease was evident in his tone as he spoke once more, but this time, with a soft voice, "She probably needed us since we’re her number one’s, y’know?“
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 22, 2020 16:35:26 GMT -5
Do you mind starting, Echo? I’ve gotta get ready for work in a bit ^^; Which if I get any replies while I’m gone I’ll try to reply after work tonight!
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A Dove’s Echo
Echopaw
Two things are infinite. The universe and human stupidity. I’m not so sure about the universe...
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Post by Echopaw on Feb 22, 2020 16:36:54 GMT -5
Sure Feather!! Just, where is Flea?
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 22, 2020 16:45:04 GMT -5
She’s probably just chilling in camp somewhere c;
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☾ѕησσzє☽
no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Feb 22, 2020 17:22:42 GMT -5
{Hey aether when the fire happens could you have Rabbitspring save Ashen btw? xD I'm planning on fully blinding her from the fire so I need someone to lead her out ;w; }
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☾ѕησσzє☽
no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Feb 22, 2020 17:48:23 GMT -5
»𝕊𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 ♦Feathertalon 's Applestar ♦ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡
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As the two walked, Shysong found herself lost in thought. She certainly didn't know what was going on inside her, she never felt so strongly for another cat. Well isn't it obvious? You like her you mouse-brained fool! She wasn't sure if she could say that aloud though, liking another cat like this wasn't something she was raised to believe, she thought the idea of 'love' and whatnot was meant to be said in kit tales so they could be happy. Yet here she was, obviously feeling some way to the leader. The feelings aren't mutual, you're just a warrior. She could have any cat in the clan if she wanted. The sudden thought pained her heart deeply, a pain she had never felt. Why did Applestar do this to her? Why did she realize this feeling? She could have continued being friends but now it felt so much more to her. She didn't want to be just friends with the molly. She wouldn't tell her, it could ruin the friendship. I could in the future, there's plenty of time to tell Applestar my feelings, when the clan isn't in such disarray. She placed her moss away from the camp, turning to Applestar. "I think we got it all, thanks to the help of the others" She purred, trying to maintain a friendly facade.
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Post by aether on Feb 22, 2020 18:35:54 GMT -5
Sedgetail ;; Thicket ;; Bettastrike ;; 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 ;;
Sedgetail - who was yet to catch onto Koipaw's mischievous plan - looked royally bewildered. This is not to be confused with displeasure or disappointment. Her yellow gaze glowed with delight as she gazed upon the unexpected visitor and listened to his explanation that Koipaw had sent him without a hint as to why she had wanted to meet them there. It was getting harder and harder to stay interested in Koipaw's reasoning as Sedgetail's pelt grew warmer with Bettastrike's proximity. "I wonder what Koipaw is planning..." Sedgetail's orange and black head tilted thoughtfully as she imagine her smaller calico friend scheming a plan. She shook her head and dismissed the thoughts, turning her attention to Bettastrike. It felt like the two of them were never able to spend time alone, just the two of them, and Sedgetail suddenly felt like she was nervous kit again.
She brushed her paws mindlessly over the dry, crisp leaves below their paws before Bettastrike suggested they sit. She jumped up quickly - perhaps too fast - and scrambled forward a few paces to sit beside the ginger and white tom. The tips of her long fur brushed against his and she wished to shift closer, but did not want to be too forward. She was well aware of Bettastrike's timid actions when it came to romance. She'd watched as a young apprentice when she saw how his eyes would light when Autumnnight appeared. Whilst Bettastrike never said anything, Sedgetail could see it - for her eyes had always gleamed shyly for him. Despite her everlasting feelings, Sedgetail had no experience with acting on those feelings. She couldn't even admit to Koipaw that she fancied Bettastrike, let alone sit there with him in the cool of the night, under the silver touch of the moon. Her paws tingled nervously, but her face smiled brightly and her eyes portrayed joy into their deepest depths.
At his amused statement, Sedgetail purred in reply. "I can see her needing us to do something mischievous for her," she meowed. Whatever it was that Koipaw needed, Sedgetail had no doubt that she would help. She swept her long tail over the ground behind her, not caring as it picked up bits of leaf and twig. "It does seem like a strange thing though, sending us out to meet and then being so late..." her voice trailed. Maybe it was best not to dwell on it. "Koipaw is always doing strange things, that's why I love her so much," Sedgetail purred from deep in her chest before turning to look upwards to Bettastrike. Then her ears pricked curiously. "I saw you in the nursery with Applestar-" Sedgetail didn't mention how Koipaw had teased her about Bettastrike when he'd gone into the nursery "- were you talking about the apprentices?" The apprentices had been the talk of the clan that day and given how much faith the leader put into Bettastrike she was sure that he would be kept updated.
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Post by aether on Feb 22, 2020 18:49:46 GMT -5
Rabbitspring ;; The Forest ;; Ashenflame ;; ☾ѕησσzє☽ ;;
[ yeah that sounds cool! i was thinking that they would be caught in the fire. ashenflame is a cutie and rabbitpring can be kind of clueless, but he will be fiercely protective of her during the fires, and then helping her after. i think it will be really cute seeing a relationship blossom when he helps her, and then continues to help her when she is blind (poor ashen :c ) ]
A gentle breeze rippled past the two cats as they sat together in the forest. It was not cold, but in the darkness of the forest, Rabbitspring couldn't help feeling somewhat uneasy. But rather than insist they leave, he just shifted closer to her and pressed his soft golden and brown flank against her mottled grey side. So when she mentioned having an upset stomach, Rabbitspring wondered if she was feeling a little uneasy as well. "A herb?" He racked his brain for an answer, but he hadn't the knowledge. Rabbitspring did not pay attention to the workings of the medicine cats, he was always rushing around the moors - too quick and uninterested to learn about herbs.
Not having an answer for her, Rabbitspring shook his head slowly, "No, I'm sorry... did you want to go and see Gingerlily?" He murmured softly, concern vivid in his gaze. He gave her cheek and ear a few soothing licks, hoping to ease her discomfort despite his lack of medicine knowledge. His tail swept around her back to touch her opposite flank in a hug-like fashion. His offer was earnest, but he couldn't help feeling as though he didn't want to leave this position they sat in.
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A Dove’s Echo
Echopaw
Two things are infinite. The universe and human stupidity. I’m not so sure about the universe...
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Post by Echopaw on Feb 22, 2020 19:27:29 GMT -5
{ Feathertalon I don’t want to disappoint you or anything, but should ☾ѕησσzє☽ and me start the SwampxEcho we planned? }
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 22, 2020 20:53:52 GMT -5
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע shoot I'm so so sorry about that! Same to cowbird I lost both responses omg!! )) Honeybranch The she-cat nodded, taking back to her sitting spot in the camp, she curled her tail up "See you around too Leopardpaw!" the warrior smiled, letting the apprentice go back to what he'd been doing before if anything at all. He was the one who approached her for a game of moss ball first, after all. Beetlejaw The sleek tom leapt from his crouching place to aid Stonehawk. Beetlejaw managed to, claws out, pin down one wing, leaning over as quickly as possible to bite into and drag it down, keeping the bird from not only flying off but from moving too much as Stonehawk bit the pheasant's neck. If they really pulled this off, which, there was no way they couldn't now, they could feed almost all of the clan! Thank Starclan for the prey here. Coarsepetal The elder paid little mind to the apprentice joining them. Maybe she just simply didn't notice, considering her eyesight was gone and her hearing was likely next. The warm rock's sounded like a nice place though, that part she'd heard. She was always aching and cold, and there she could feel a bit more like a warrior again, even if she hadn't been one long before that. Losing her eyesight at such a young age had been torture enough. She'd resisted leaving to the elder's den even then, but one failed hunt after another began to add up, and her bones were already frail, to begin with. Now, she was just old. Frail, blind, and old. That's all Coarsepetal really was these days and she hated it. She'd prefer just to die now or miraculously heal. Not that that'd make her a warrior again. She was still already too old for that now. She followed along, blindly listening for footsteps and chatter among the small group as they traveled.
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Post by aether on Feb 22, 2020 21:58:15 GMT -5
[ ello ello everyone!
whats been happening? ]
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A Dove’s Echo
Echopaw
Two things are infinite. The universe and human stupidity. I’m not so sure about the universe...
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Post by Echopaw on Feb 22, 2020 21:59:19 GMT -5
[ ello ello everyone!
whats been happening? ] {I’m waiting for a response in another Clan, but other than that I’m doing great!!!}
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Post by aether on Feb 22, 2020 22:09:13 GMT -5
[ oh cool! did you want to rp with me? i currently have Jackdawheart who isn't up to much, and Stormfrost who was rping with Wayfrost but Maybe is going to be away for a bit so he is free now.
I'm not sure if your characters are already rping though ^^' ]
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A Dove’s Echo
Echopaw
Two things are infinite. The universe and human stupidity. I’m not so sure about the universe...
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Post by Echopaw on Feb 22, 2020 22:12:49 GMT -5
{I think Echo and Swamp are soon going to RP, but Raven’s open if you want a starter up?}
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Post by aether on Feb 22, 2020 22:42:28 GMT -5
[ what kinda cat is raven? i'm not sure whether to through out my chill but shy jackdaw, or the nit-picky yet honorable storm? ]
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A Dove’s Echo
Echopaw
Two things are infinite. The universe and human stupidity. I’m not so sure about the universe...
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Post by Echopaw on Feb 22, 2020 22:43:50 GMT -5
[ what kinda cat is raven? i'm not sure whether to through out my chill but shy jackdaw, or the nit-picky yet honorable storm? ] {He’s really young and childish, and really chilled out}
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 22, 2020 22:58:21 GMT -5
You can throw Echo at Swamp, that’s fine! c: WeaselstarI do believe flea is open now though if you still wanna do her and weasel~
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 22, 2020 23:14:29 GMT -5
Leopardpaw » Once getting conformation from Honeybranch that she would see Leopardpaw around, the gray tabby gave a wave of farewell with his tail before bounding toward the apprentices' den. He wasn't that tired, but he was starting to feel sleepy and getting his nest ready for the night would be a good idea.
As he got into the den he went straight for his den, walking a few circles around it before plopping right on into the moss, happy and content with the way his body had landed right into the soft area.
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Post by aether on Feb 22, 2020 23:17:03 GMT -5
[ okay, i might throw something up with jackdaw for raven c:
Also! i am going to add some extra characters if that's okay? i can't help myself xD
Blackbird - a sleek, lithe she-cat black tuxedo markings. She has pale yellow eyes. Blackbird is a noble and mature warrior, whose loyalty is unquestionable. She is the kind of presence that makes one feel comfortable. She will frequently offer great advice or comforting words. Blackbird has never thought much of herself, hence her intense dedication to her clan and clanmates.
Foxpounce - light coloured ginger tabby tom with a white splash over his chest and face. He has dark amber eyes. Foxpounce is a young and hot-headed tom who usually has something snarky to say. You certainly would not want him on your bad side, but he is a loyal WhisperClan warrior and he knows where his heart lays with confidence. Once you push through his prickly exterior, you may find a softer interior - but he has the tendency to be erratic and hard to read.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 22, 2020 23:18:13 GMT -5
that's more than okay, i'll add them in a bit! c:
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 22, 2020 23:37:55 GMT -5
Applestar » Even a mundane task such as throwing out moss was fun when Shysong was around. It was just nice having the other molly around, and it was so easy to forget the state the Clan was in due to the drought with the lilac point nearby. All Applestar wanted to do was be right there with Shysong. There was just something so thrilling about her. Applestar didn't feel that way around any other cat, and there wouldn't be any other cat that she would feel this way around. It was Shysong and it always was going t be Shysong.
Sticking close to the pointed warrior, Applestar placed her moss down and, for good measure, pushed it even further away with a quick tap of her paw. She watched as the moss rolled away into the shadows before she turned her green gaze over to Shysong, a purr threatening to vibrate deep within her throat. "That wasn't half as bad as I remember it being when we were apprentices," the leader mewed with amusement twining in her words. "I guess with the right company anything can be fun."
Applestar turned to make her way back to camp, but stopped when a rumble from above caught her attention. Her ginger ears perked upward and she froze. The fur along her spine bristled, her mind flashing to the noise coming from the fox that Batwhisker and Doveheart had ran into earlier, but when the noise came again, an answer clicked into place for Applestar and the molly was filled with another emotion - joy.
"Shysong!" She turned to the warrior with an excitement that wasn't common for the leader. "That was thunder!"
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