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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 11:35:06 GMT -5
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Post by cowbird on Feb 12, 2020 12:03:20 GMT -5
(Im sorry not sure a jump in works- do you just start rping?)
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 12:20:34 GMT -5
(Basically, yep! Just create a character and jump in! Since this is a semi jump-in, if you are an important character, I ask that you be more consistent that jumping in and out.)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 12, 2020 12:37:18 GMT -5
(cool!)
Skymoon padded nervously back and forth. The Clan leader had been kitting since dawn and now there was a deafening silence coming from the medicine cat's den which set her on edge. "Im sure she is fine" she muttered, her tail flicking.
"Settle down," came the dry, irratible mew of Nightbird, her littermate. The sarcastic jet black she-cat was curled at the entrance of the warriors den, rather cumbersome this past quarter moon and distracted. "She is probably just recovering" she mewed, a yawn following soon after.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 12, 2020 12:48:58 GMT -5
Wildfire* - π¦(I just reread the script and this is really sad, both parents gone like that )
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 13:01:29 GMT -5
(If you wanna leave a simple description of your characters, I can add them to the allegiances?)
Meadowthorn stumbled out of the nursery, in complete shock. Her world around her was crumbling. Her sister, the leader, dead. Her sister's mate, the deputy, dying from the sickness that just didn't seem to want to be cured. Their kits, motherless and possibly soon to be orphans. She blinked in the brightness of the day, a beautiful day. It was so different than how the camp felt. Meadowthorn blinked as she gazed around the camp. How would she tell them? What were they going to do?
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 13:02:40 GMT -5
Wildfire* - π¦ (I just reread the script and this is really sad, both parents gone like that ) (The dad is still alive but very ill. I love this plot so much!)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 12, 2020 13:47:37 GMT -5
(Oh ok um Skymoon- a brown tabby she-cat with pale blue eyes, courageous yet too impulsive. Nightbird- black she-cat with blue eyes, expecting queen. Sarcastic usually, she can be heartwarmingly sweet and is an excellent hunter. Both are about 30 moons) Wildfire* - π¦Skymoon spun her head around as Meadowthorn stepped out the nursery her body ridged, her face stricken. The Clan leader's sister gazed around her eyes hollow and immediately Skymoon paused. "Nightbird there is something wrong."
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 14:09:34 GMT -5
Frogpaw lifted his head from where he was sitting outside the apprentices den. With everything happening at camp, Frogpaw had offered to stay behind in case something happened, so he could run to the warriors outside of camp if something happened. Seeing Meadowthorn pad out of the nursery looking oh so broken, he knew that something terrible had happened. Did all of Rosestar's kits die? He gulped in fear.
Meadowthorn numbly padded over to the warriors' den were Nightbird and Skymoon were sitting. She looked at the sisters and knew they would fully understand what she was feeling. After all, Rosestar wasn't just their leader, but her sister. Finding her mother suddenly very dry, she choked out the words, "Dead. Rosestar is dead."
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 15:44:56 GMT -5
(Does Nightbird have a mate?)
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Closed!
Feb 12, 2020 16:16:37 GMT -5
Post by cowbird on Feb 12, 2020 16:16:37 GMT -5
(Does Nightbird have a mate?) (yeah but he is a loner named Marble... basically her drama of the story cause no one knows lmao)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 12, 2020 16:22:51 GMT -5
Skymoon went hollow. It was seemingly impossible; Rosestar was a young, frivilous cat who had seasons ahead of her- how could she die? It just wasnt possible, it wasnt real. Meadowthorn stood there head hung, and powerful sense of sorrow engulfed Skymoon and she pressed her muzzle against her mourning Clanmate.
Nightbird's breath stopped at the news. Their leader was dead. She was no more. All those nine lives gone. Those poor kits... her mate! The deputy himself was dangerously ill and now his mate just passed leaving him and the Clan four new kits without a mother. Her heart shattering, she threw her head back and let out a croaking wail.
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 17:33:33 GMT -5
Meadowthorn gratefully accepted Skymoon's touch. The she-cat was breaking, she could feel it. But she somehow had to stay together in order to inform the rest of the clan. The elders needed to be informed and something had to be done. Someone needed to step up and take control over this devastating situation. She shivered down to her toes. How would they move beyond this?
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Closed!
Feb 12, 2020 18:35:43 GMT -5
Post by cowbird on Feb 12, 2020 18:35:43 GMT -5
Nightbird pawed near Meadowthorn and her sister, her paws heavy. "Are you gonna break it or..." She glanced towards the medicine cat den. Skymoon pulled away from the golden she-cat to look at her. "Its ok if you arent up to it.. I know...I know how this is."
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Post by thehorsiestadult on Feb 12, 2020 18:38:10 GMT -5
//hey there, looking for a new member?
Slowshadow - Large, fluffy, black tom with golden eyes and a very deep voice. Exceptionally patient, purebred pacifist. (med cat?)
Snapwind - Wiry silver she-cat with bright blue eyes. An excellent fighter with a quick temper. (warrior)
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 19:09:37 GMT -5
Meadowthorn sighed heavily and she gazed at the sisters. "I know. And I thank you. But the Slowshadow is still with Rosestar and the kits. I...I think they are just as shocked as I am. I need to inform the clan. And...I need to let the deputy know..."
(Since we still don't have the deputy, I'm just calling him by his positions.)
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 19:10:17 GMT -5
(Perfect! Just now saw this! I'll add them both!)
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Post by cowbird on Feb 12, 2020 19:25:40 GMT -5
( Wildfire* - π¦ what are the names of the kits?) Skymoon nodded. Meadowthorn was right; the Clan needed to hear the news from her. She shouldn't have to do this, she thought, sadness dominating her every thought. "I'll go with you," she offered. "You shouldnt do this alone." Nightbird rose to her paws and gently nosed the grieving sister's ear. "Yes. We'll both be there with you." She padded over to Slowshadow's den hearing rustles from within the shadows as she neared it.
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 20:08:19 GMT -5
(Not sure. I was going to have whoever claimed them, name them or Meadowthorn and whoever is going to suckle them name them.)
Meadowthron could only nod her head. With heavy paws, the she-cat padded over to the fallen tree where Rosestar would call out to the clan. Her heart in her throat, the golden she-cat suddenly found it hard to swallow as she gazed up at it. Never would she hear her sister call. Never again would she see her white and dark, golden tabby fur pace along the log as she spoke or lectured a disobedient apprentice. Meadowthorn's eyes began to water as she nervousfully jumped up the log and turned back to where Skymoon and Nightbird were sitting.
Frogpaw watched Meadowthorn talk with the two sisters before jumping onto the fallen log. Something was terribly wrong. His fur began bristling as he padded out of the den and carefully moved over to the nursery. "Slowshadow? I-is everything alright? Should I summon the rest of the warriors out of camp?"
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Post by thehorsiestadult on Feb 12, 2020 20:18:12 GMT -5
Slowshadow lumbered to the entrance of the nursery and looked down at the apprentice. "Yes, Frogpaw." he rumbled. "I think that would be wise. The sooner the rest of the clan knows about what happened, the sooner we can get to resolving the problems we've been handed." He thought about telling the apprentice there and then, Frogpaw was clearly privy to the fact that something was wrong. But, perhaps it would be better to have to news broken to everyone at once. "Right away, Frogpaw. Thank you."
Snapwind sat at the edge of camp. She watched as Meadowthorn jumped up onto the fallen tree that usually held Rosestar when she made announcements. Snapwind stood up, a feeling of concern and confusion coming over her. She trotted forward, curious to hear the news that would accompany this disconcerting aura hanging over the camp.
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 12, 2020 20:57:21 GMT -5
Frogpaw's ears flattened to his head at the sound of Slowshadow's voice. He nodded to the medicine cat before turning around and dashing out of camp. The young tom knew that his best chance of finding the other warriors was on a patrol around the border. He dashed as fast as he could, praying to StarClan that everything would be ok.
Meadowthorn glanced down at the cats. So few were here, guarding the sick. Those that weren't were either sick or trying to provide safety and food for the clan. She heaved a sigh and glanced down. "I'm going to wait for the other warriors to appear before making my announcement. But I'm afraid, this is a very grave one."
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Post by cowbird on Feb 13, 2020 6:09:42 GMT -5
Skymoon trembled in sadness and grief. Watching the distraught she-cat up there she felt broken herself. Rosestar was a kind and compassionate leader who every cat in the Clan had a piece of history with. Her ascension was met with joy and the seasons of her reign were meant to be that of peace and prosperity for the lone Clan. Her expecting kits had been a sort of confirmation from StarClan that they were doing right. All was a lie, she though darkly, letting the depressing thoughts invade her head, her mind weak from pain. Nightbird felt a tumble in her belly and shook her head. News like this was starting to make her uneasy inside- as if her heart its self knew this was a nightmare for the Clan ( Wildfire* - π¦ she isnt aware she is pregnant). There was a rustle from the camp entrance and a patrol marched in from a hunting session. At the head was Blossomheart (white she-cat with dark ginger patches) with her long legs striding toward the fresh-kill pile. She came at an abrupt stop when she caught the gaze of Nightbird, and the rest of her patrol all skidded to a pause after. Dropping her prey she looked up. "Whats wrong? Did Rosestar kit yet? Are they ok? Where is she?" But Nightbird only shook her head and looked away, her throat (and belly) tightening again. Other cats on her patrol:Tumbleweed- brown tom with yellow eyes, apprentice: Hollypaw Hollypaw- very dark gray and white she-cat with yellow eyes Horsetail- long-legged russet-brown tom Mossywing- small dark tabby, mother to Frogpaw (?) And a new queen to suckle the kits: Leaopardshade- older, dark golden she-cat (mother of Flykit- small light gray tabby tom, and Slipkit, who died after birth)
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Post by aether on Feb 13, 2020 6:25:54 GMT -5
Kestrelclaw - a large, muscular tom with long grey fur with white on his chest and underbelly. He has deep yellow eyes. [ Deputy ] Blackbird - a black and white tuxedo she-cat with pale yellow eyes. Her sister is Sorrelspots. [ Warrior ] Sorrelspots - a white she-cat with black spots over her back, tail, and head. She has blue eyes. Her sister is Blackbird. [ Warrior ] Foxpounce - a ginger tabby tom with splashes of white on his chest and face. He has amber eyes. [ Warrior ] Riverpaw - a small silver tabby tom with blue eyes. [ Apprentice ] Tatterpelt - a lithe dark brown tabby she-cat with patches missing from her pelt, and amber eyes. [ Elder ]
Kestrelclaw laid in his nest, his throat felt as though it was filled with thorns, and each gasping breath brought nothing but pain. He wasn't sure if he could hear the faint mewling of kits, or if his ears were playing tricks on him. Feeling as though he were burning under his pelt, he willed his legs to stand so that he could get fresh air, so that he could get anything. Instead, his paws flailed pitifully against the moss and dirt, and a soft gargle of pain escaped his lips. He didn't want to die. Not now. Not like this. His eyes squeezed close and he relaxed his body, but a tremble persisted. He could hear discussion going on outside the den, but he hadn't the energy to even flick his ears. The once-great deputy laid in a heap of matted fur. The once-great deputy, was great no more.
There was a stillness to the air that could not be described. Blackbird sat out from of the warriors den, her sleek fur had been anxiously groomed, and her yellow eyes stared across the clearing towards the medicine cats den. All signs of hope seemed to diminish. When the clan had lost Hazelleaf, it had been an immense blow, but without Rosestar... what was StarClan planning for their clan? She could hear the coughing of their deputy as he lay sick in the medicine cats den and she turned her head upwards. Her attention was caught when someone pressed against her and she glanced at Sorrelspots, her sister, who gave her an comforting yet nervous smile. "Do you think we'll be okay?" Blackbird asked, her voice was hoarse from emotion which she was trying her best to hold back. "I think we have no other option but to be okay," Sorrelspots replied in a mere whisper, her blue gaze shifted around the camp. Not a single cat there appeared to know what to do. Others shuffled around uncomfortably, or sat down awkwardly. They were all thinking the same thing... What will we do without Rosestar? And if Kestrelclaw dies, who will step up then?
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Post by cowbird on Feb 13, 2020 7:58:52 GMT -5
Blossomheart stalked slowly over to the medicine cat den, Horsetail trailing behind her. The sweet, rotten stench of sickness slammed in her as soon as she reached the dark entrance; so much that she had to pause and as her eyes watered. She poked her head into the den.
In the far corner, a matted heap of fur curled up. It was near irrevocably still, and the sight caused pain to sting in her chest. The fallen deputy seemed a shell of his former self. Blossomheart recalled his strength and vigor merely half a moon ago- characteristics that had been his since he and Blossomheart were rambunctious apprentices together. "Krestelclaw" she rasped, her voice failing. Horsetail brushed up against her, as if to provide comfort to the she-cat.
More characters:
Quietthroat- soft-spoken, gray she-cat with white patch on throat. Warrior Wasptail- pale tabby with ringed tail. Elder
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 13, 2020 18:57:27 GMT -5
(Hello! Back on after work! Adding another character of my own! aether - welcome to the RP! I'll add your characters! Do you think you could have another one of your cats sick? cowbird - Mossywing can certainly be Frogpaw's mother! But I'm going to have someone else train Hollypaw. And since you currently have a number of cats, some of them will have to be sick.)
Meadowthorn licked her jaw uncomfortably as the patrols began to return and Frogpaw came back. The overall atmosphere of the camp was sober and quiet. She could tell that some cats were looking at her in confusion and fear. There was no lying to them, no holding back the truth. Only faith in StarClan would lead them through this. "I..." Her voice failed. "I am so sorry...Rosestar is dead. Sh-she died while kitting." cowbird , aether , thehorsiestadult
Larkfeather flattened herself on the ground next to Foxpounce. Her amber eyes wide with fear and surprise. "Wh-what? I thought she had several lives left? Oh, StarClan!" The she-cat let out a wail of anguish. Gazing into the sky, she prayed to their ancestors for something good! First the sickness, then the death of Hazelleaf, no this?! How much more could they take?! aether
Frogpaw stared shocked at Meadowthorn. Quicker than ever, the tom rushed over to Hollypaw. "I-what? How? What? What?!" Those scrambled words were the only things coming out of his mouth. Any coherent thought was gone. Shocking was setting in for him. cowbird
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Post by thehorsiestadult on Feb 13, 2020 19:23:29 GMT -5
Snapwind's thoughts swirled as she listened to the news. Rosestar is dead? She shook her head, of all times to get emotional now was not it. The clan was in danger at this point and they had to think logically. "I'm sorry for your loss Meadowthorn." She started, speaking up from the front of the gathered crowd. "But... What next?" she asked. "What will happen to our Clan?" - Wildfire* - π¦
//hey im gonna toss in one more cat, if thats ok!
Lightwaters - A white and gold-patched tom with blue eyes. (warrior, if you want/need him to be sick that's cool w me!)
Is it also ok if I claim one of Rose and Kestral's kits?
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Post by aether on Feb 13, 2020 20:15:42 GMT -5
[ hey! I am at work so I will post replies later on. But Tatterpelt will be sick as well! ]
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 13, 2020 20:19:02 GMT -5
(thehorsiestadult - Added Lightwaters! I will mark him as sick. And yes, you can claim one of Rose and Krestrel's kits! Please base that kit off the coat and eye colors of the parents. aether - Perfect! Also, I think Krestrel is spelled Kestrel without the 'r'?)
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Post by thehorsiestadult on Feb 13, 2020 20:50:53 GMT -5
//ofc! Here's Mallowkit - White she-cat with gray patches and green eyes
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Feb 13, 2020 21:45:02 GMT -5
(Aw! I love the name! cowbird - Since Leopardshade is going to help raise the kits, she and Meadowthorn will "name" them.)
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