Asexual
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Feb 23, 2020 17:34:45 GMT -5
✦ Camp ✦ Feathertalon 's Heatherstorm ✦ "I'm exhausted from trying to be stronger than I feel."
Falling into a tumble of flailing paws and lashing tails, the molly managed to fell her larger sister with the assistance of adrenaline pumping freely through her petite frame. They both collapsed into a clumsy heap, with Curlybrook finding footing first, surprising given her unsteadiness just moments prior.
Her fur bristling out in a sea of white leveled slightly against her shoulders, momentarily finding relief to Heatherstorm’s safety, but still alarmed by the snarl of fox crashing hard and unrelenting against fragile ears. The scent of it choked out her breath almost as if someone had winded her, gagging and heaving for fresh air—not at all helped by the guttural growls grating deep within her ears. Hence, her sister’s demanding words, rightfully edged in disdain, were horribly garbled, like attempting to listen through a veil of rushing water. Instead, her sib’s pronunciations became twisted, until all she heard were grateful ‘thank you’s’ in a voice she should’ve been hearing the complete opposite—feeding into the hungry illusion and allowing it to keep a firm hold on its victim. There were now two Heatherstorms, both mouthing differing statements.
Something warm and sticky stuck to her paws, a crimson red vaguely seen through her distorted vision. …Had she always had four fore-paws? Not only that, but fresh cat blood merged with that of fox, setting off alarms all throughout her pounding skull. Had the fox gotten someone? But that couldn’t be, Heatherstorm had been the closest to the camp entrance, and she’d saved her, the gray she-cat had even said!
Acting on worried, almost maternal instinct, Curlybrook’s mismatched gaze found the entrance, partially darkened by night. Not only was no one present, nothing indicated her hearing had matched with her visual. Where she heard the snapping jowls in front of her, nothing but the black of sky presented itself. No orange muzzle, no blackened paws digging with desperate yearn.
The scent hard on her nose? It had faded remarkably, overcome suddenly by the stronger, fresher tang of cat blood. Through continued disoriented vision, she looked for her sister, both Heatherstorms becoming one—a scowl displaying itself rather than a she-cat appreciative to being saved. Curlybrook pulled back with a shaky intake of oxygen, as though quite violently drawn from a dream. Her ears still rang with whispers, but the molly managed to grab a slippery sliver of reality.
She stumbled forward, her head rolling in painful throes. A paw found its way to her temple, allowing her to notice the slickness of its surface. The molly removed her fore-paw carefully from her head, feeling something stretch with it, like a long strand of saliva. But instead of a liquid transparency, it glistened thick and red, sticky and oozing. She stared, horrified at the sluggish discharge of blood dribbling from her claws, staining the snowy whites of her fur in a sloppy scarlet.
“Heatherstorm I-” she started quietly, almost naively. Her eyes were still wide, frightened, darting to the cuts across her sister’s hind-leg, then back to Heatherstorm’s face- The molly’s glaring stare was enough to make everything come crashing onto her, all at once. Curlybrook gave a shocked gasp, then recoiled, putting two and two together.
“O-oh StarClan d-did… did I do that? Heatherstorm I- I…” Tears brimmed the rims of her eyes and she choked back a panicked scream. Without thought, she turned tail and ran, to ashamed to look at her sister in the eye. StarClan please help me, I feel like I'm loosing myself more and more!
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2020 17:38:34 GMT -5
[ Voidastral sweet! well i'll hold foxpounce and we can rp fox and white.
i'll start posting some rps shortly - i'll be posting between chores Cx tis sunday morning - which is the day of getting housework done! ]
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 23, 2020 17:47:35 GMT -5
((oki!! Also I know there seem to be a lot of white cats in Whisperclan, so if anyone wants, Whiteshell could have some siblings or general family?
Warrior - Whiteshell - A small, fluffy cream-colored she-cat with long fur and blue eyes.
Warrior - Juniperpelt - A blue-gray tom with long legs and short fur, his eyes are yellow.
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2020 17:49:40 GMT -5
Jackdawheart ;; Camp ;; Ravenshade ;; Echopaw ;;
The flurry black tom scanned the camp as he chewed slowly on his mouthful; he savored every moment of the tantalizing taste. He watched as Foxpounce sat by himself like a storm cloud, and glanced to Flurrywing and Bramblemarsh talking to each other closely. He spotted the lithe, black figure of Ravenshade as he stared across camp with emotion in his eyes. When the young tom suddenly turned and walked his way, Jackdawheart swallowed his mouthful. "Hi Ravenshade," he returned the greeting with a dip of head. He had seen Ravenshade go from an apprentice into the fine young warrior he was now, so there was no animosity between them. "Did you want to share?" Jackdawheart offered with a small tilt of his head. Jackdawheart was more often used to sitting quietly by himself - more used to being in the background, as he was not as loud and bright as many of his clanmates. Shifting his paws, Jackdawheart had to ask the question: "Who were you looking at just now?" Jackdawheart hadn't missed the gleam of affection in the young toms gaze as he watched someone from afar, but Ravenshade had moved before Jackdawheart could note who he had been gazing so tenderly at.
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Post by Tamarisk on Feb 23, 2020 17:51:29 GMT -5
// Hai!! Welcome Bramble c: Good afternoon everyone!! I'll get replying as soon as I finish coloring this thing for my Spanish class <33!! Also Weasel, I won't be replying for a bit since I'm still waiting for Tamarisk to reply. I wanted to wait for Lochpaw but I suppose I can put something up really quick
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2020 17:59:44 GMT -5
[ brambleflight did you have character in particularly you were keen to rp? i'll post a reply to that one C:
Voidastral sweet! well, foxpounce is sitting all on his lonesome like a goofball. i wonder if when the fire comes he and whiteshell help each other escape? ]
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Post by Weaselstar on Feb 23, 2020 18:02:33 GMT -5
How did Tamarisk post but it says he hasn’t been on since Feb,2?
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 23, 2020 18:06:40 GMT -5
(( aether if they're friends by then!! Less we want to start them off already being kind of buds? Knowing Whiteshell, she's going to try and help who she can.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 23, 2020 18:07:09 GMT -5
Voidastral oh your fine dearest!) Stonehawk grappled onto the large bird's body, strengthening his jaw hold as Beetlejaw latched onto it as well. With a final snap, the bird went limp and sagged down on Stonehawk. The tom wiggled out from the prey and spun around to look at Beetlejaw, his eyes blazing in excitement and pure joy. "We did it!"
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2020 18:08:00 GMT -5
[ brambleflight cool! i might just do stormfrost, since i haven't really been able to rp him much so far.
Weaselstar i believe there is an option in the settings to turn off the 'last online' feature? i think its a security thing if you dont want people knowing when you are on. ]
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Post by Weaselstar on Feb 23, 2020 18:09:27 GMT -5
[ brambleflight cool! i might just do stormfrost, since i haven't really been able to rp him much so far.
Weaselstar i believe there is an option in the settings to turn off the 'last online' feature? i think its a security thing if you dont want people knowing when you are on. ] Didn’t know.)
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 23, 2020 18:13:36 GMT -5
Beetlejaw - cowbirdThe tom was honestly surprised they'd managed to catch the pheasant. He stared astonished at the catch, looking up to his clan mate with a shocked grin "we did, which is, amazing." The black-furred warrior stood stunned for a minute "Maybe things are finally looking up then?
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2020 18:15:19 GMT -5
(( aether if they're friends by then!! Less we want to start them off already being kind of buds? Knowing Whiteshell, she's going to try and help who she can. [ they can be acquaintances? so foxpounce is more familiar with whiteshell, and she is more familiar with his hot-temper? whilst he is still a grouch, he finds her more 'bearable' than others? cx
at the end of the day - when the fires start - foxpounce will do his best to protect everyone though. he is loyal, just cranky. ]
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 23, 2020 18:21:46 GMT -5
(( that works out yea! He's a good warrior at heart lol
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 23, 2020 18:40:32 GMT -5
white and juniper have been added! c:
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Post by cowbird on Feb 23, 2020 18:46:10 GMT -5
VoidastralStonehawk looked away, not wanting to spoil to budding happiness from the young tom. A prey like this was a good catch- a marvelous one really- but it was a rare miracle, a minor relief from StarClan in these troubling times. He didnt know where all this darkness was coming from, but it wouldn't go away. "Let's get this back to camp- everyone will be elated!"
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Post by Tamarisk on Feb 23, 2020 19:18:45 GMT -5
[TAM-TAM]【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע ☾ѕησσzє☽ aether Tamarisksway grinned knowingly through the old bedding between her teeth. She became lost in her thoughts as she followed Whorlbreeze to a place to bury the bedding and then toward the warm rocks.
The old molly recalled that Bettastrike had been as rash and spontaneous as Sedgetail when he was a kitten. However, his free spirit was suddenly reined in by the death of his parents and the weight of responsibilities that accompanied raising his younger sister, Koipaw. Sedgetail would be good for him. Perhaps the young molly would allow him to rediscover the playful, carefree parts of himself that he rarely ever had a chance to tend to now. In the same light, the dutiful tom would be a good fit for Sedgetail. Bettastrike could help curb her impulsive tendencies that would get her into trouble sometimes. For a young medicine apprentice, little Koipaw was quite the matchmaker.
Once the bedding was buried and they had almost reached the rocks, Tamarisk remembered Koipaw’s remark about needing council. However, as she turned to address the young apprentice, a sudden low, rumbling sound spilled from the heavens and seized her attention. She paused mid-step and lifted her old whiskers towards the sky. Was it a trick of her mind? Or was it truly thunder?
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Post by Weaselstar on Feb 23, 2020 19:19:02 GMT -5
Don’t mean to be completely random, but if you want check out CliffClan! I made a clan back in November and kinda forgot about it until recently. It’s not the fanciest but I think it could be fun!)
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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 23, 2020 19:20:52 GMT -5
Don’t mean to be completely random, but if you want check out CliffClan! I made a clan back in November and kinda forgot about it until recently. It’s not the fanciest but I think it could be fun!) { I don’t mean to be rude, but please don’t advertise on other people’s RPs ^^;; }
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Post by Weaselstar on Feb 23, 2020 19:21:40 GMT -5
Sorry lol never done anything like it.)
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2020 19:26:53 GMT -5
Stormfrost;; Camp ;; Mothflight ;; brambleflight ;;
Stormfrost stared with wide eyes as the thunder had clapped overhead, the sound sent a shiver down his spine - but it was not one of fear, it was a tingle he couldn't explain. As though he wanted to be excited and happy about the sound and the dark clouds that gave way to a small amount of rain - but there was something holding him back. His eyes narrowed and he pricked his ears, hearing the faint sound of droplets hitting dry earth. There would need to be more rain than that to restore the clan. He turned his head as Mothflight bounded forward near him and heard her breathless rhetoric. Stormfrost stepped towards her, "There's definitely a storm," he began with a voice as smooth as honey, yet it was confident - a sound that could ease a fearful heart. "But there isn't much rain... perhaps StarClan is just getting out hopes up." His words were bitter, but his tone was bleak. After so long without rain, his thoughts of StarClan were beginning to become hopeless. He yearned for a sign - for anything - that would prove they had hope. His yellow gaze peered outside the tunnel again and he frowned. Was this it?
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 23, 2020 19:38:24 GMT -5
((thank you ^^!)) Beetlejaw - cowbirdThe tom watched his clanmate curiously. Though, only for a moment. Something seemed off with Stonehawk, but the warrior wouldn't push it. "Yeah," he debated saying anything else, the pause in his words sounding cut off. Beetlejaw didn't say much else, instead, helping Stonehawk get the pheasant back to camp now. Whiteshell - aetherThe she-cat's tail swayed slowly as she entered the camp's ground. She'd been out for most of the day, coming back now just at sundown. Whiteshell hadn't particularly been out to hunt, though the thought of catching something, just, anything sounded nice. The fluffy warrior had been on a sort of walkabout the territory. She needed some time to breathe, and though the air was dry most of the time, now it felt a bit more humid. Perhaps the drought was ending, but a twisting feeling in her stomach told her no and that it wasn't that easy. Humming her way back to the warrior's den, she paused. Finding Foxpounce alone, Whiteshell took a seat down next to him. He was temperamental, yes, but Whiteshell wasn't deterred so easily. "Evening, Foxpounce." She offered her words, voice calm, and level as ever. She took to resting her paws there, for now, folding them underneath her. Now she wouldn't move, even if he asked that of her. For all her patience and calm, Whiteshell was rather stubborn with somethings.
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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 23, 2020 19:49:48 GMT -5
{ aether I’ll reply in a sec}
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Post by Tamarisk on Feb 23, 2020 20:12:36 GMT -5
[RILLWATCHER] 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 Weaselstar
Rillwatcher’s expression remained calm and unreadable as he endured the small gesture of gratitude from Snowpaw. The young mentor had always been a bit squeamish towards the reception of physical contact, even as a kit being groomed by his own mother, but he learned to tolerate this social necessity as he matured. Rill held back a long sigh as he responded, “Uneventful…” then the faintest hint of a smile pulled at his lips as he added jokingly, “A lot quieter, though. It was nice. Relaxing.” A glimmer of humor barely surfaced in his eyes as he looked down at his apprentice.
Suddenly, a low rumble of thunder caused the warrior's ears to perk up. He lifted his face toward the darkening sky with a scrutinizing, studious glare. "Did you hear that?"
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Post by Tamarisk on Feb 23, 2020 20:33:31 GMT -5
(( Echopaw aether is it ok if I insert my tom, Asterlog, into your scene? ))
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2020 20:37:16 GMT -5
Foxpounce ;; Camp ;; Whiteshell ;; Voidastral ;;
Foxpounce glanced up with unreadable eyes as Whiteshell approached, their dark amber depths clouded and unsure, The tom was well aware of his reputation throughout the clan, yet this was not the first time that the creamy-white molly had been in his company. Eyeing her suspiciosly, he wondered if she were there to mock him as she sat down and tucked her paws under herself. He didn't reply to her warm greeting, instead he turned his head away and flicked his tail dismissively. "I've not got any fresh kill to share. I've already eaten." He stated matter-of-factly, assuming she had joined him in the hopes of sharing food. His tail tip still stung from where he had accidentally gnawed down on it, so he swept his tail back around and gave it a few swipes of his tongue. After a few more moments he flicked it irritably and looked back at Whiteshell, "What are you doing, anyway?" His tone was defensive and his eyes narrowed.
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2020 20:37:59 GMT -5
[ that's fine by me Tamarisk ! ]
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