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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 10, 2020 17:04:00 GMT -5
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Featherwind โ
Foxstride finished eating before she did and set about grooming his rather long pelt. Featherwind took her time, watching the middle of the camp where several cats were beginning to mingle, as though they were gathering for a patrol. Pinehollow, her sister Stormwingโs mate, was at the center of the group, and that made Featherwind nervous. Pinehollow was rather impulsive and could be aggressive; a patrol led by him was surely up to no good. Aside from that fact, some of the Clanโs best fighters were also gathering โ Ravenstrike, Dustcreek and Waspwing. She frowned at her brother, pinning her ears to her skull as she shot him a glare. Despite the fact that Pinehollow was mated to her sister, Featherwind didnโt particularly like or trust him. Why Stormwing had mated a tom like him was well beyond her. In the distance, also watching the patrol, sat Stonestar. It didnโt take a genius to guess that the clanโs leader had ordered the patrol to form. That wasnโt necessarily unusual, but by the look and atmosphere surrounding Pinehollow and his cronies, the patrolโs purpose was far from benevolent.
โShall we go?โ Foxstride prompted, pulling Featherwind out of her own thoughts again. She gave herself a mental and physical shake and stood. She was a fair bit shorter than Foxstride, and it was quite comical to see the two cats standing next to each other. She shot one more look at the patrol and leveled another glare at her brother before she turned her attention fully to Foxstride.
โI think the objective for today should be to find marigold and stinging nettle. Weโll need something to put in woods ifโฆโ Foxstride trailed off, clearly unwilling to put words to the feeling that he and Featherwind were experiencing, as if doing so would breathe life into the terror and anxiety. She didnโt blame him and appreciated his attempt at humor as he continued. โIf Blacktalon falls into a thorn bushel again. Come on, there are some spots up the beach trail that I have yet to investigate.โ He stood and began to lead the way out of camp, and Featherwind followed.
โI agree,โ she responded. โWe should also keep an eye for some sturdy reeds and bindweed. Goldenrod would be good, as well.โ Despite her hopes, Featherwindโs anxiety only seemed to increase as they exited camp and left the patrol behind.
Something was brewing, and it certainly wasnโt good.
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Post by แผ๊ฎ๊ญฑ๊ญฐ๊ญฑ๊ฎ๐ณ๊ฎ on Apr 10, 2020 17:04:20 GMT -5
(here is the second kit to Daisystalk and Waspwing! I hope this little guy is alright)
Cloverkit
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2 moons โ
Tom โ
Kit โ
๐๐๐ก๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฃ๐๐๐ A little smaller than his littermate Cranekit, Cloverkit is a blue-gray gray tom with darker gray light tabby markings. His underbelly and all four paws are a fluffy white and he had hints of white fur around his eyes and his muzzle. Meanwhile his eyes are a dark shade of blue and are always filled with mischief.
Though still young, Cloverkit seems to have a lot of energy and is usually found bouncing around the place and bothering every cat who will sit and listen to him. He's a ball of energy and is eager to get out and explore the world. He's also prone to trying to sneak out of the nursery while no one is looking, though he had never managed to make it very far before a warrior or apprentice has to drag him back to his mother for a telling off.
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Post by ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ on Apr 10, 2020 19:59:40 GMT -5
Hickoryburr โ
34 moons โ
Tom โ
Warrior โ
แดธแดผแดฟแดฐ แดฑหฃแดพแดธแดผหขแดตแดผแดบ แดนแตแดฟแดฐแดฑแดฟ Hickoryburr is a long-legged and slender light gray tom. His muzzle and chest are a lighter gray, leaning to white. His pelt is short with darker gray flecks that form stripes along his legs, though these flecks add an ash-like look to him. His face triangular and his ears are rather large. Hickoryburr's eyes are golden.
Hickoryburr is shy and timid tom and for the most part, he is usually very sweet and understanding. However, don't be fooled by this tom's kindness, he will turn on you in a split second. He has confidence issues due to how he looks, and he tries to be friendly to remind himself that he good looking. Though the moment you mention something that he has an issue with, he will not hesitate to tell what's what and give you the silent treatment for however long he feels he needs too. He wants to be a good cat, but sometimes cats just push his buttons.
Hello! I hope it's not too late to join! I'm also sorry if something is out of place, I'll fix whatever you need me to fix! ^^
ps. I don't know how to code real well, so sorry that it doesn't look like the other joining forms! :0
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 10, 2020 20:01:07 GMT -5
[ welcome! it's never too late to join. Glow will fixing the coding for you (: ]
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Post by ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ on Apr 11, 2020 13:33:33 GMT -5
Alrighty! I'm excited to start roleplaying with yall//
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Post by แผ๊ฎ๊ญฑ๊ญฐ๊ญฑ๊ฎ๐ณ๊ฎ on Apr 11, 2020 13:59:08 GMT -5
(Wanna do something with Cranekit and Cloverkit, Glow? Some cute lil sibling interactions. Or more likely Cloverkit whining that Cranekit is being boring XD)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 11, 2020 14:07:21 GMT -5
( *yawn* )
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Post by แผ๊ฎ๊ญฑ๊ญฐ๊ญฑ๊ฎ๐ณ๊ฎ on Apr 11, 2020 14:14:32 GMT -5
(I'm stuck on my phone for the next couple of hours so if you start something I could reply when I get back on my laptop!)
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ษดแด แดแด
แดษชแดแดแดษดแดแด แดxแดแดแดแด แดษด แดแดสแดส สแดsษชษดแดss
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Post by โโะพฯ on Apr 11, 2020 14:47:19 GMT -5
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Foxstride โ
They exited camp before the patrol left, and as soon as they were out of sight, Foxstride felt a strange calm come over him. He knew the patrol would return bloodied and bruised in a few hours. He didn't have to be told that they were off to pick a fight with the clan up north, and there was no use in trying to stop them.
He padded along quietly with Featherwind for a while. He felt more relaxed with her than with anyone else in the clan. Blacktalon might have been his littermate, but there were fundamental differences to the way they viewed the world. She saw a threat in everyone and everything, while Foxstride liked to believe in the good of all cats. Perhaps it was naive. He knew he was privileged not to risk life and limb every day for the clan, and he knew that such a life was prone to making cats fearful. Blacktalon would never admit that she was afraid, but he knew that she was. Featherwind was different from his sister. She had taught Foxstride to help anyone who was hurt or sick, no matter their rank or allegiance.
These were the things he mulled over as they walked. They padded through the heavily forested part of camp, up the trail that led to the beach. "Let's look over here," said Foxstride as they came upon a small clearing. He walked away from the path and began picking through the undergrowth, looking for recognizable leaves. He came upon a bramble bush which sheltered a bed of clovers. A long-legged brown spider had made her home in the bush. He nudged her out of the way before picking a small bushel of the clovers. "Well, there's certainly no shortage of cobwebs," he noted, a bit of humor in his voice.
Eventually he looked back at Featherwind, and it was clear than something was weighing on his mind. "Featherwind," he began. "Have you thought about how we'll communicate with Starlan? I'm worried they're trying to tell us something."
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Cranekit โ
Cranekit batted at his mother's tail as she lounged. They were safe in the nursery, tucked into the warmth of the den after watching a patrol leave. His father had been among those who left. He wondered where they were going, and why the queens shared a tense look as the warriors left camp. Perhaps they were hunting big prey? He imagined they were chasing a robin the size of three cats, which was why Stonestar had sent his papa, who was stronger than any cat in the world.
Cranekit imagined that his mother's tail was a bird. He backed up then wriggled his rear end as he prepared to jump on it. Then he jumped as powerfully as he could, with the strength of ten papas, and tumbled into Daisystalk's hind legs.
"I got it," he murmured. Then as an afterthought, he whispered, "Ouch," for he had fallen rather ungracefully.
He looked around for someone else to keep him company. His mama seemed intent on napping, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to hunt tail tips yet. Cherrykit was nursing with Stormwing, which meant he only had one other opion. "Cloverkit?" he squeaked as he trotted around the other side of the nursery in search of his brother.
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 11, 2020 15:35:13 GMT -5
[ yea but my dumb pc fan is going bad I think so I wanna replace it but I gotta wait until the plague is over ): ]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 11, 2020 16:17:27 GMT -5
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Featherwind โ
The pair traversed the old dusty forest for a short time, walking in companionable silence. Featherwindโs anxiety lessened a bit, but remained, clinging to her like sticky spider-webs. No matter how many times she shook out her short pelt, the sensation remained. Foxstride, however, seemed a bit more at ease as they continued on their way. Both cats were deep in their own thoughts; Featherwind was imagining the wounds that her clanmates would come back with. It didnโt take a genius to recognize that theyโd gone to pick a fight, and Featherwind could only imagine the outcome. Even if they got lucky, theyโd likely return with at least superficial wounds, and the medicine catsโ herb stock was low enough that it concerned Featherwind. She didnโt want to be using their precious medicine for wounds obtained in battles that were far from necessary, but it wasnโt her call to make, unfortunately. While she respected Stonestar, she fervently disagreed with his plan on expanding their territory.
Finally, they reached the beach; Featherwind flexed her toes at the sensation of sand beneath her paws. The sensation was unique, but not necessarily unpleasant. She wasnโt sure how to feel about it yet, but the soft sand was warm beneath her paws and served to chase a bit more of her anxiety away. Foxstride moved a few paces away, nosing through the underbrush to find something recognizable. He managed to find both cobwebs and clovers, which was a pleasant surprise. At his joke, Featherwind huffed out a laugh, and moved closer to help pick a few more clovers.
They fell into a companionable silence again, before Foxstride turned to her. Clearly, something heavy was weighing on him. โFeatherwind,โ he prompted, โhave you thought about how weโll communicate with StarClan? Iโm worried theyโre trying to tell us something.โ
The grey she-cat sighed. โI have,โ she admitted. โIt doesnโt seem like this territory holds any sort of sacred or special places, but weโve yet to explore all of it. Itโs possible weโll find somewhere.โ She trailed off for a moment. โOr,โ she began again, speaking slowly, โwe could ask the other Clan. Itโs likely that they have somewhere to commune with StarClan.โ She sighed again. โEven if that was an option, I doubt Stonestarโs actions today will grant us any friends or allies amongst our neighbors.โ
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Post by แผ๊ฎ๊ญฑ๊ญฐ๊ญฑ๊ฎ๐ณ๊ฎ on Apr 11, 2020 17:40:51 GMT -5
(I guess now CrowClan has retreated we go back to posting on the separate Clan pages again?)
Cloverkit ~
The fluffy gray and white tom was sat almost as still as a statue, which was very uncharacteristic for him as he simply stared right at the entrance to the nursery. He was currently trying to plan how he was going to make his great escape so he could run after his papa and see where he was going. Warriors and apprentices got to all the exciting stuff and Cloverkit hated being stuck in the nursery. As far as his young mind was concerned, he was old enough to learn how to hunt and fight already. All he needed was for Stonestar to see that and give him a mentor. And his current plan was if he could manage to sneak out of the nursery, sucessfully this time, and sneak after his papa and the rest of the patrol, then everyone would see how worthy of being an apprentice was.
Nodding his head as he confirmed his own plan, Cloverkit jumped up to his little paws, crouching low so his belly fur was brushing against the ground as he started to edge forward towards the open entrance just in front of him. But just as he was about to put a small white paw forward, Cranekit's voice suddenly piped up behind him. "Shh!" Cloverkit quickly whispered, turning his head to glare just a little at his brother, "I'm trying to sneak out, you're going to wake mama."
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 11, 2020 22:38:13 GMT -5
( *yawns* )
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Post by ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ on Apr 12, 2020 12:24:22 GMT -5
so sorry guys! i had a few things to do yesterday and today isn't any different! i'll be on tomorrow! :'( //
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 12, 2020 13:07:43 GMT -5
( no worries )
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