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Post by mizzoctavia on Feb 10, 2020 9:26:54 GMT -5
Roleplaying is now allowed! All of my kitties are open for roleplay, so just ask if interested! I will type up some starters later, tysm for you all making this clan possible!
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 9:35:49 GMT -5
If anyone has toms open to a mate, my queen Willowbee needs a dad for her kits (: Crowshadow can fill in for that he's within her age range roughly.
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Aroace
#90ec86
Name Colour
Pineclaw
Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them
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Post by Pineclaw on Feb 10, 2020 9:43:45 GMT -5
cowbird All of you them are accepted but try to keep your joining forms on the joining page next time Ty! Im screaming i thoiught this was cause i have the joining page open but i was confused im so so sorry. i deleted them to keep the thread clean. Also, Pineclaw , is Silverstorm open for a relationship? Sure, unless ca$hew wants him for Willowbee (probably not, since she's twice his age).
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 9:51:59 GMT -5
Im screaming i thoiught this was cause i have the joining page open but i was confused im so so sorry. i deleted them to keep the thread clean. Also, Pineclaw , is Silverstorm open for a relationship? Sure, unless ca$hew wants him for Willowbee (probably not, since she's twice his age). Oh i offered Crowshadow to them just now, maybe she'll appreciate that more idk.
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Post by mizzoctavia on Feb 10, 2020 10:49:36 GMT -5
Foreststar || Main Camp
Foreststar padded out of his den clumsily, he had just woken up from his daily nap and felt the need to soak up some sunlight. Although there was not a lot of cats up and about, due to it being so early, Foreststar still had noticed Yellowmoon slipping in and out of camp, everytime she returned she had some sort of prey to offer. Foreststar truly appreciated the she-cat's loyalty but she could be snappy at times, which is why he tried to avoid all unnecessary contact with her, only speaking with her when needed. As Foreststar glanced around looking for someone to chat with, he noticed Wolfspirit down in the clearing, picking a vole out of the fresh-kill pile. With a start, Foreststar quickly padded towards his deputy and dipped his head. "Hello, Wolfspirit. Why are you up so early?" Foreststar murmured as he picked a small mouse from the pile and laid next to the grey tom.
Wolfspirit glanced up at his leader and dipped his head in return. "Well, Yellowmoon came to speak with me earlier, she said that North Camp has been having problems with Nora... and her Rogues." Wolfspirit meowed in a hushed tone, clearly trying to keep the conversation out of the hands of any nearby cats.
Foreststar stopped eating his mouse and stared at Wolfspirit with worry. What if they invade? Foreststar couldnt think clearly. He knew Nora's Rogues were all about barking and no biting, but recently they have been growing and starting more border problems for North Camp... "We must drive them out. Once and for all, I am tired of them causing trouble." Foreststar decided at last.
Wolfspirit disagreed with his leaders statement. "But you only have 4 lives left, Foreststar! We mustn't risk you losing another one!" Wolfspirit said in a quiet yet sharp tone. Foreststar stared at him as if he hadnt heard a word that was said. Sometimes Wolfspirit couldnt understand the old leader sometimes. But he could admit to one thing though, that Foreststar would give anything up for his Clan, even the few lives that he has left. "Just think about what you are doing at least." Wolfspirit pleaded, "We need you here, strong and healthy."
"Oh, I suppose. But this is the last time I will show mercy. If those rogues put a paw out of place once more, then I will react, and it wont be pretty" And with that, the ForestClan leader finished his meal then got up to his paws and padded back into his den.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 13:27:43 GMT -5
Moosepelt|| Main Camp
Cats needed to whisper better.
Moospelt sat peacefully in the shadows by the fresh-kill pile and with her own imaginative thoughts bounding about him her head (not aided by the fact she had no one to talk to) when she heard the last ends of the conversation between the Clan leaders. She was never one for eavesdropping- she found it unnecessary- but what the older warriors were discussing sounded concerning. Who was Foreststar gonna have mercy on? Was someone in the Clan acting up? She didnt leave the camp surroundings much these days she wasn't up to news on what the other camps were up to so she couldnt really find a conclusion there. But what was really more important was the fact that Foreststar only had 4 lives left. Now Moosepelt knew that was still more than she'd probably ever have, but it was alarming to her that the peaceful and friendly old tom was counting his seasons rather than enjoying them.
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 10, 2020 13:28:42 GMT -5
Main Camp-
Deerheart was standing tall at the main entrance, His eyes scanning around making sure no rogue cst came waltsing into the main camp. He sighed and shook his head when he felt his stomach rumble.
NORTH CAMP-
Applepaw walked out of the apprentices den and headed towards the main entrance glancing around every so often to make sue=re she wasnt being watched and tried to sneak out of the camp.
WEST CAMP-
Nightshadow walked out of the medecine den and headed towards the freshkill pile. He was running through medical herbs as he walked. "Yellowroot, cobwebs."
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Post by mizzoctavia on Feb 10, 2020 13:32:14 GMT -5
cowbird(Omg im already having so much fun xD, will reply soon! )
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 10, 2020 13:39:02 GMT -5
(Sorry my replies are short, I suck at beginning lol. Once i get into the rp they will get longer i promise lol))
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 13:52:45 GMT -5
West Camp
Fallenpaw jolted awake just as he saw his mentor's tail dissapear between the rocks. He's out and about early, he mused and turned to lick his hind leg.
Marigoldpaw was as still as the cool air that nipped at her paws. She was perched completely on a branch with a plump robin smacking down its own food a cat length away. She was surprised that it still hadnt noticed her; Blazenleaf had always told her that robin and pigeons were the most attentive birds and hunting them was a challenge and Marigoldpaw for the most part had found that to be right. Not this time though, she mewed inwardly as she shot forward, her claw sinking deep in the warm body of the bird and nipped hard at its neck. Thank you StarClan.
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Aroace
#90ec86
Name Colour
Pineclaw
Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them
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Post by Pineclaw on Feb 10, 2020 13:56:19 GMT -5
Darkclaw || North Camp
Darkclaw sat in front of the warriors den and kept casting glances at the main entrance. He wasn't surprised to see Applepaw heading towards it. When the apprentice looked around he pretended he hadn't seen her. As soon as she actually tried to sneak out he followed her quickly, but silent. Once he was right behind her he meowed a slightly amused "You know, Applepaw, I think you need to work on your stealthiness."
Weaselkit || Main Camp
Weaselkit rushed out of the nursery with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She looked around camp for a few seconds before she tried to sneak up on Moosepelt, who sat by the fresh-kill pile. Once she thought she was close enough she crouched down and jumped right past the warrior with the most ferocious yowl she could muster, though it sounded more like a exaggerated mewling.
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 10, 2020 14:07:54 GMT -5
Locale: Main Camp
Jaystep sat comfortably in the grass just outside of the Camp's borders. He wasn't on any kind of watch guard, the tom simply found the silence just outside of camp soothing. The air was chill, few birds chirped about. A soft and comfortable purr rose from his throat. The tom was within perfect serenity here, eyes closed, ears following every heard movement. Jaystep was rather content.
Fawnflower lay curled up in the nursery, her tail lightly hovered over her kits. The queen wasn't quite asleep, her eyes may be closed but her breathing lacked the even pace of sleep with ears twitching at each movement.
Brindlekit wiggled around under his mothers tail, pawing it away until she moved or lifted it up. Once she'd done so, he stretched out, beginning his day. "Where do you think you're going?" Fawnflower hummed from beside him "Out! I'm gonna explore the whole camp." He stated proudly. Fawnflower chuckled, watching Weaselkit simply zoom away "please stay with your sister, then" she hummed. The young tom raced off after his sister. "Hey! Wait up Weaselkit!" He called out to her, coming up to a stop at her side.
Locale: North Camp
Dapplepaw stood mere pawsteps from the medicine den's entrance. He'd woken up moments ago, found they were out of juniper berries. Something that, while not key in a common issue, still aided in getting a cat to breath evenly and calm themself in panic. The blue tom was sure his mentor wouldn't mind him going out to grab some. It may even be much appreciated. Though with the issue of Nora's group as of late, he may need to look for a warrior's help.
Fernpaw rolled in her moss nest, she was a heavy sleeper and even heavier dreamer. The little yellow tabby rolled about, clawing and pulling a mess of her sleeping space. Whatever dream she may be having was quite destructive. Likely fighting an enemy or catching prey.
Locale: East Camp
The large tabby milled about the area. Ambermoon enjoyed morning check ups on her clanmates. As camp-watcher, she found the duty important and much needed. To find that perhaps a warrior or apprentice had left in the night and not returned was important. If someone was gone, she'd want to know and send out a search as soon as possible. She gave a nod to passing warriors and apprentices, once her tally was totaled she found a vole to eat. From there, the molly sat, taking few bites as she observed the camp in silence.
Flamepelt moved about camp, flatly humming. She yawned a couple of times before finding Ambermoon and striking up a conversation. "Morning Ambermoon" she smiled to the watcher, who politely nodded, waiting to swallow before responding. "Good morning Flamepelt, what brings you over here?" Ambermoon knew Flamepelt likely wanted to go on a small morning patrol around the general area, and she wasn't at all against it. "I believe you know, but if you insist, I'd like to take out a morning patrol if that's alright." Ambermoon paused, she already had an answer in mind but she figured making Flamepelt wait a moment would look like she didn't already know what was up. "I believe that will be okay, as long as you can gather three or four more cats to come along." With Ambermoon's answer, Flamepelt stood and set off to find a patrol group.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 14:09:18 GMT -5
Main Camp
Moosepelt saw the little she-kit fly right right be her in a flash of fur. Slightly startled from her thoughts she blinked the dust out her eyes and twitched her whiskers at the kitten splayed out before her. "Now I know Fawnflower will not be pleased with you messing up your pelt like that. "
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 10, 2020 14:17:02 GMT -5
Applepaw looked around and about ran of before she heard Darkclaw behind her, she squeaked when he talked. "Oh... umm. Hi Darkclaw." She told him. "I was just gonna go hunting.." She told him quietly hissing to herself for not making sure her mentor wasn't awake or wasn't watching the main entrance.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 14:21:38 GMT -5
South Camp
Swallowpaw waited outside the apprentices den for Gemheart to be ready. Becoming a warrior was duty and he took it very seriously. He had for the past three moons of his apprenticeship trained his body to wake before dawn and some time every morning he was run about in the woods to build stamina, climbing trees to build muscles. Sometimes he'd even to other camps and back just to see how fast he could go. He honestly felt he was ready to be a full on warrior and constantly brought it up to Gemheart but the young warrior would always gently deny him and tell him to focus on the move she was teaching him.
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Aroace
#90ec86
Name Colour
Pineclaw
Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them
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Post by Pineclaw on Feb 10, 2020 14:22:49 GMT -5
Weaselkit || Main Camp
The little kit sat up with a sneeze as the dust-cloud settled around them but didn't bother with actually getting the dust out of her fur. At Moosepelt's remark she just looked up at the warrior defiantly "Warriors are getting their pelts messy all the time! And I'm going to be a warrior some day!", she meowed. Before she could add anything else she saw Brindlekit running up to her. Then she looked back up at Moosepelt. "We are going to be warriors," she corrected herself with her usual kit-like confidence. "Right, Brindlekit?"
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 10, 2020 14:40:50 GMT -5
Locale: Main Camp - Brindlekif
"Absolutely! We're going to be the firecest warriors ever!" Brindlekit answered, his eyes going from his sister up to the warrior. "A messy pelt doesn't matter when you're out protecting your clan! Courage and strength do!" The kit jumped up from his sitting position, smiling wide. Both kits were clearly excited to become warriors and aid their clan when they were older. Personally, Brindlekit wanted to be older already.
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Post by mizzoctavia on Feb 10, 2020 15:09:56 GMT -5
cowbird Gemhearts reply for Swallowpaw will be up tomorrow!
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Post by mizzoctavia on Feb 10, 2020 15:12:43 GMT -5
And also, Voidastral and lemonpepperTry to keep your roleplays/posts at least 4 sentences long, it doesn't have to be super detailed but try to avoid roleplaying with 1-3 sentences please, ty!
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 10, 2020 15:19:15 GMT -5
((Sorry! Im on mobile atm so posts look longer to me than they are!!! Will do!))
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 15:22:24 GMT -5
East CampDawnfern settled down by the camp entrance ready to go in on her vole. She had all day yesterday and had gotten back to the camp so exhausted she fell in her nest without a bite of prey. As she bit into the juicy flesh, a shadow fell upon her and without looking up she recognized the scent. "That's your first piece of fresh-kill since last sunrise isnt it?" Dawnfern swallowed, turning her head away slightly in embarrassment, her pelt going hot. Sprucetail had been on her tail this past season about her eating habits and she suspected it was just more than just friendly concern from him. The spiky furred tom was very warm to most cats yet since newleaf he had stuck to her like a cobweb and at first she didnt know what to think, but his strange sort of charm got to her and she found herself becoming a silly dazed apprentice whenever he was around. "I'm sorry, I was tired and...". The spiky furred tom flicked a tail across her mouth, his eyes warm. "Its fine," he mewed, settling down close beside her. (( mizzoctavia im thinking of making them mates, what you think?))
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Aroace
#90ec86
Name Colour
Pineclaw
Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them
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Post by Pineclaw on Feb 10, 2020 15:32:13 GMT -5
Adderheart || West CampAdderheart walked towards the apprentices den but changed her mind and decided to wait near the camp entrance instead. Reedpaw was reliable enough, as far as she could tell. He didn't need her to come fetch him every day. She still had to decide on hunting- or battle training anyway so she didn't mind waiting for a little while.
Darkclaw || North Camp entranceDarkclaw gave her a curt nod. Sure you were, he thought. "A secret hunting trip then. Trying to impress the clan?", he asked with a hint of sarcasm. He thought about scolding her for trying to sneak out of camp but decided against it. He knew it would get him nowhere. And having a sense for adventure wasn't entirely bad, anyway. Well, as long as it didn't get in the way of Applepaw's training. Getting her to do something useful was difficult. Despite being slightly annoyed, the young warrior playfully swiped a paw at her with enough force to topple her over if she wasn't prepared. "Actually... using the main entrance isn't all that dumb. It is the most obvious path but when the others expect you to use a different way they will be so focused on all possible secret paths that they won't pay any attention to the main entrance", he purred.
Rainpaw || East Camp
Rainpaw picked up two voles from the freshkill pile and walked back to medicine den. He dropped one vole just outside the den, took one step inside and dropped the other vole near Olivenose. "Uh... want one? I thought we could use some food before we head out", he mumbled. While he couldn't wait to finally get started with today's training and gather some herbs he usually tried to contain his excitement, not wanting to appear disrespectful towards his mentor.
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 10, 2020 15:56:00 GMT -5
(Sorry Mizz, I suck at beginnings i normally get longer once i get into the mind set of my characters ^^' ))
North Camp-
Applepaw shrugged. "Yeah, what of it?" She sassed back, before inwardly wincing at her sass and thinkin how much trouble her sass will get her in. She looked at her mentor with wide eyes and didn't realize he had swipped at her and she toppled over slightly onto her side. She glared up at her mentor before standing up and grinning when he said that her plan wasn't all that dumb. "So i did okay on getting out of camp?" She asked tilting her head. Her eyes were filled with amazement that he wasn't yelling or scolding her for what she did or really daily did to him.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 15:57:18 GMT -5
PineclawOlivenose- East Camp
The medicine cat looked up, nervous when the prey was plopped beside him. He looked up and saw his apprentice Rainpaw looking at him with cautious eyes. "Uh... want one? I thought we could use some food before we head out". Olivenose sniffled, still distraught over his lack of skill. He had forgotten for a second where the cobwebs were and he had freaked out to the point of shaking. Great, now my apprentice will see how dysfunctional I am, he thought depressedly. "Thank you," he murmured and took a bite of the prey. He thought of a task quick, flying through the memories of his own training. "We'll go collect some bark today," he blurted.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 16:06:02 GMT -5
Main Camp
Moosepelt looked at the two kits. She was never as confident in her nursery days, which she liked to attribute to her being an only kit and no other litters born when she was there but she knew really it was her own crippling lack of social skill that prevented any kind of self-confidence she had. They'll make this Clan great, she though distractedly. "Well then the foxes and badgers had better beware now, eh?"
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 10, 2020 16:32:41 GMT -5
Main Camp-
Deerheart sighed and looked around the main entrance once again before looking towards the fresh kill pile. HE was hungry but he didn't want to move from his position at the entrance. HE shook his head and took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. His eyes scanning the area around the camp before scanning the camp. He saw Moosepelt watching the kits and he smiled softly. He looked over to where he saw his leader and one of the other cats talking before he glanced back towards the pile. "What i wouldn't give for a piece of prey.." He muttered to himself.
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 10, 2020 16:52:52 GMT -5
Main Camp - Brindlekit
The kitten bounced again "Yea! They better be scared! Weaselkit and I are gonna beat em up then feed the clan for a whole moon! Maybe even ten moons!!" The tom's smile only widened "We're gonna make mama proud of us both! We'll be the strongest warriors ever I'll bet." He playfully darts back and forth, mimicking how he plans to catch and evade the predators and prey.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 17:00:16 GMT -5
Main CamplemonpepperMoosepelt purred. As awkward as she was, she never had much issues figuring kits out. They were simple: playing and curious and ready for the future. She looked away from the tussling kits for a second to see Deerheart standing at the camp entrance. The camp guard had be diligent in his job since the creation of the role and he was a loyal cat she knew. How long has he been there?, she mused. Now that she thought of it, the tom had been there since sunrise. Moospelt turned to the dwindling fresh-kill pile and snatched the plumpest bird and made her way to the guard. "Here," she meowed setting the prey beside him. "You've been here for ages".
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Post by cowbird on Feb 10, 2020 17:10:43 GMT -5
Runner's POV
Bearpaw lunged forward, his claws sheathed to avoid injuring the she-cat he was practicing with. There was no need for that apparently, as the silver tabby nimbly ducked underneath him and shoved him up, causing his breath to come out in an oof and throw him off his paws. He tried to catch a footing but his big paws got tangled and he landed heavily on his flank. "Mousedung," he growled and heard the strong purr of his opponent up ahead. "It seems those paws still need to be trained now dont they?" she mewed, her blue eyes falling in his.
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Aroace
#90ec86
Name Colour
Pineclaw
Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them
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Post by Pineclaw on Feb 10, 2020 17:14:04 GMT -5
Weaselkit || Main Camp
Weaselkit nodded eagerly. "Nothing can hurt our clanmates once we're warriors! Not even coyotes!", she exclaimed. She had never seen one but she'd heard the warriors talk about coyote packs sometimes. With a grin she joined her brother in catching invisible intruders. "And no rogues either!", she added. "They aren't warriors, I bet they don't know half of our battlemoves!"
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