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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 8, 2020 15:46:34 GMT -5
( hello. Y’all were busy lmao )
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 8, 2020 15:55:22 GMT -5
[ Chaos is a ladder, 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 ]
[ And alrighty, I'm done with class. So I'll write a Honeypaw response and then get to work on Crowclan. ]
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Post by springfoot on Apr 8, 2020 16:03:58 GMT -5
[Ok, so I'll only use one character for now. I've added some descriptions of his designs and personalities for reference. Flintpaw A dark blue-gray tom with distinctive white patches on his chin, chest, paws and tail. He intentionally causes trouble and likes being the centre of attention, and is openly embarassed of his kittypet heritage. Inwardly, Flint always feels that he has something to prove, and avoids opening up to anyone, even close friends. He finds it hard to trust people, and whilst he would never admit it, he really cares about what people think of him. He can be in either Ghostclan or Crowclan, whatever suits yall better.
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 8, 2020 16:04:28 GMT -5
★ Honeypaw ★ An eerie feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. It was the same feeling a doe feels when she is being watched by a wolf. It was an instinctual feeling, based not on evidence but on a deep, biological knowledge that something wasn't right. She scented the air. It was faint, but she detected something foreign. Her golden eyes scanned the dark undergrowth around her. This was a deep part of the forest, and she was shielded from the sunlight. Though she was uneasy, there was nothing unusual that she could see.
At that moment, she was reassured as she heard Brambleshade's calls. A moment later, he came barreling into the clearing. "Honeypaw," he growled. Though he sounded angry, there was concern in his eyes which she found both endearing and a bit gratifying.
"Don't worry," she assured him, rolling her eyes. "Look, there are robins in that tree." She pointed her mentor's attention in the direction of a nearby oak tree. Indeed, a red-breasted robin was nested in its low branches. It was too early int he year for chicks, so Honeypaw supposed she was gathering a nest in order to lay eggs. "Do you want to catch it or shall I?"
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 8, 2020 16:13:44 GMT -5
( I wanna use my cat Indigo for a character but I can’t think of a name for her lol )
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Post by springfoot on Apr 8, 2020 16:15:00 GMT -5
[Hmm. I'd say about 8 moons?]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 8, 2020 16:16:00 GMT -5
( nah that doesn’t fit her. Featherwind? Ugh this is too hard )
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Bisexual
WyrmTime
ngl really wishin I was a dragon tha feasts on mortals righ now
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Post by WyrmTime on Apr 8, 2020 16:21:35 GMT -5
Brambleshade“Honeypaw-“ Brambleshade could hardly stutter out a response. How can a cat be so insufferably ignorant? She must see how angry he is with her and simply brushes it off like leaves on her pelt. “Honeypaw if you must attempt to catch the robin than go ahead. Then you’re going to explain to me in detail why rp you thought it was a good indie a to run off into a forest your not familiar with all alone. And then your going to apologise to me and the patrol for giving us a fright do you understand?” [Sorry it’s a lil short but I couldn’t think of anything else to add]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 8, 2020 16:25:04 GMT -5
( ok give me a second to reply lol )
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Post by springfoot on Apr 8, 2020 16:25:31 GMT -5
[Hmm. I'd say about 8 moons?] [ And are you okay with him being in Ghostclan? If you'd like him to be in Crowclan, that's fine too, but that clan probably won't be ready for rping until tomorrow. ][yup, that's okay! Should I be writing anything right now? I don't really know the storyline or how my character will feature. I'm reading the thread from the beginning now]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 8, 2020 16:25:48 GMT -5
( indigo? She’s sassy. Doesn’t take crap from anyone. Doesn’t hide her moods. But v loving and happy to cuddle and spend time with me )
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 8, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -5
[ And are you okay with him being in Ghostclan? If you'd like him to be in Crowclan, that's fine too, but that clan probably won't be ready for rping until tomorrow. ] [yup, that's okay! Should I be writing anything right now? I don't really know the storyline or how my character will feature. I'm reading the thread from the beginning now] [ Nope, you're good to rp if you'd like. I'd encourage you to read through what we have so far. Right now the characters are split mostly into two patrols. One is a dawn patrol headed for the ruins. The other is a hunting patrol that's spearheaded by Honeypaw lol ]
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Asexual
ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ
just another day at the office
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Post by ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ on Apr 8, 2020 16:47:35 GMT -5
Hazelsplash ~
She supposed it was understandable when Brambleshade went bounding off after Honeypaw, though Hazelsplash was more than happy to take things just a little slower. The young she-cat was sure that the apprentice was going to be fine, smelling the air she couldn't catch the scent of any foxes or other dangerous wildlife that might do a young cat any harm. While she might be feeling different if it were how own apprentice which had gone bounding off all willy-nilly, Honeypaw was not her apprentice. And hopefully it would be some time before the responsibility of having her own apprentice was handed to her. Apprenticehood was not that far behind her, so she doubted that Sootstar would be ready to give the young warrior her own apprentice just yet. And that was probably for the best, Hazelsplash did not feel quite ready to be a mentor to a wide-eyed young cat.
The short startured she-cat ducked her head under some low hanging branches of one of the young trees on their territory as she finally caught the sight of Honeypaw, and it seemed as though Brambleshade had caught up to her as well. "Fancy seeing the two of you here," she meowed rather playfully as she padded over, turning her green eyes skyward as she heard tweeting just above their heads. Surprising that the birds hadn't sensed danger by now and just flown off. But now she was standing there, there was something else bothering her, a strange tingling sensation down her spine like there was something else out there. But maybe that was just her imagination, quickly dismissing the thought with a wave of her tail.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 8, 2020 16:48:01 GMT -5
★ Shadowsong ★The eagerness of the apprentices was heart-warming and contagious, Shadowsong mused, as he watched Honeypaw and Sunpaw practically hum and vibrate with excitement. His own apprentice was nearly as thrilled as Honeypaw, though the latter’s excitement was integral to her very being. The deputy flicked his tail as Brambleshade, Honeypaw’s mentor, emerged from the warrior’s den and beset his apprentice with a dark gaze. Shadowsong studied him for a moment and made a mental note to keep an eye on him. Like all cats in the clan, Brambleshade was complicated, and his mood was often dark. It concerned Shadowsong; he cared for all the cats in his clan and did his best to ensure their mental and physical well-being was maintained. Brambleshade was unlikely to be open about his thoughts, though; Shadowsong would have to watch him to ferret out what was haunting the warrior.
There were a few heartbeats of silence as the hunting patrol grouped together: Shadowsong, Honeypaw, Sunpaw, Hazelsplash and Brambleshade. Despite the fact that he was deputy, it was clear that Honeypaw believed herself to be the de facto leader of their little group by the way she puffed up in pride and excitement. “Where are we hunting?” Brambleshade asked, but before Shadowsong could respond Honeypaw announced their patrol was prepared and she turned, bounding away with the speed of a youngster. Brambleshade shouted after his apprentice, clearly deeply upset. With that, he took off and was closely followed by the rest of the patrol, although Shadowsong brought up the rear. Soon enough, the camp had faded into the background, and the green of the forest swallowed him whole.
Shadowsong kept an easy pace, keeping his attention on the sound of the other cats (namely the apprentices) racing ahead of him. In their eagerness, they were failing to remain as silent as they should’ve, and therefore were quite easy to track. Shadowsong was also keeping part of his attention on the rest of the forest, waiting to see if any threats would show themselves. Eventually, from the sounds of it, Honeypaw had come to a stop. The rest of the patrol caught up to her, and Shadowsong reached them in time to hear Brambleshade unleashing quite the verbal lashing on Honeypaw.
“Honeypaw, if you must attempt to catch the robin, then go ahead. Then you’re going to explain to me, in detail, why you thought it was a good idea to run off into a forest you’re not familiar with, all alone. And then you’re going to apologize to me and the patrol for giving us a fright – do you understand?” From the sound of it, Brambleshade’s hold over his temper was wavering.
“Brambleshade,” Shadowsong said, voice low. He fixed the other warrior with his icy blue stare. “That’s enough.” A flutter of wings announced that whatever robin Honeypaw had been stalking had flown off, and Shadowsong wasn't surprised. There was something... off about the clearing. Something that set his fur and teeth on edge - a primal instinct that warned him to stay alert, that danger was lurking just beyond the line of green. He turned to peer at Honeypaw, and the look in his stark blue eyes said enough to the young apprentice. His tail swished back and forth, belaying his annoyance and hinting at his anxiety.
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