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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 12, 2020 15:10:34 GMT -5
[ No worries at all, 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 ! ]
[ I'm in a similar boat. I just got out of one family zoom meeting and I have another coming up in less than an hour. So I'll be poofy today as well. I should be more active tonight, but I know a few of you will be asleep by then. Sorry about that! ]
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WyrmTime
ngl really wishin I was a dragon tha feasts on mortals righ now
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Post by WyrmTime on Apr 12, 2020 16:34:49 GMT -5
(Sorry I wasn’t super active today too lol, I really just kind wanted to take a break from the internet for a lot of today. I’ll try to get a response out tomorrow.) (I hope y’all had great easters! )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 12, 2020 17:38:24 GMT -5
( my dad got me a chocolate unicorn instead of a chocolate bunny )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 12, 2020 18:05:15 GMT -5
( lol )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 12, 2020 21:49:09 GMT -5
( it is a very tasty unicorn )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 13, 2020 15:09:26 GMT -5
( *eyes Glow* )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 13, 2020 15:14:09 GMT -5
( Hekk )
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 13, 2020 16:42:02 GMT -5
[ Stonestar: ]
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 13, 2020 19:06:25 GMT -5
★ Foxstride ★ "I agree," stated Foxstride emphatically. "We'll need to communicate with the other clan if we have any hope of reaching Starclan again. Surely they have some means of communicating with our ancestors." He was digging now, searching for any roots that might serve some use. His muscles rippled under his pelt as he dug through the heavy sand. "Besides," he continued, "both of our dreams seemed to warn against any kind of violence...Though I suppose it's too late for that." He sighed softly.
Foxstride and Featherwind had gathered a respectable haul on the beach trail. The tom laid down some over-sized leaves on which they could collect their finds. Mostly they were able to locate the common necessities such as cobwebs and dandelions. One lucky find was a stash of comfrey root--which served a variety of useful purposes including treating inflammation and infection. The lack of certain ingredients was troubling, however. Each day they went without them felt like another step toward dangerous territory. It was only a matter of time before an accident happened or someone fell ill. When that day came, he hoped they would have what they needed.
Some time passed before Foxstride gave up on his digging and scented the air. "They've returned," he said absent-mindedly. He turned to look at his mentor, a feeling of foreboding written on his face. "We should go back."
★ Pinehollow ★ He ran as fast as he could ever remember running. He could hear his clanmates scrambling over the rocky hillside behind him, fighting to keep their footing on such uneven ground. His pelt was covered in bites and gashes, and they stung with every movement, but he was in survival mode. They needed to get back to camp as quickly as possible--only then could they relax.
It wasn't until he was deep in Crowclan territory that he looked back and counted heads. Spottedpaw was directly behind him, and Ravenstrike was not far behind her. He heard crashing through the undergrowth and Waspwing appeared as well, breathing heavily. That meant only Dustrcreek was missing, but Pinehollow had faith that the other tom had escaped. He was, after all, one of the best fighters in the clan.
Pinehollow focused his attention back on the task at hand--returning to camp. His heart was still pounding loudly in his chest, threatening to leap up his throat. He gasped for air, lungs aching. He was glad everyone was more or less in tact, but already he was thinking selfishly to the dangers that lay ahead. A sense of immense dread filled him as he realized he would have to face Stonestar and explain why every member of the patrol had sustained some form of injury. All to expose the guts of an apprentice.
As they entered camp, he kept his head down, hoping that he could reach the medicine cat den more or less unnoticed. At least getting his wounds tended would give him time to think of his story. He would have to exaggerate certain things. Perhaps he'd recall one or two more warriors having arrived out of nowhere. Perhaps he would describe the apprentice as being nearly full grown, and her mentor as fearsome as a lion. He would need to spin the story to make himself heroic, otherwise Stonestar would never trust him to lead a patrol again.
He passed the nursery, not acknowledging his mate or his kits. Only once he had retreated to the medicine cat's den did he begin to lick his many wounds.
★ Cranekit ★ Cranekit nearly jumped out of his pelt as his brother suddenly appeared, crouching low as if he were hunting something. "Shhh!" hissed Cloverkit. "I'm trying to sneak out, you're going to wake mama."
Cranekit looked back hesitantly at his mother, whose sides rose and fell peacefully as she slept.
"Why would you want to sneak out?" squeaked Cranekit. "Mama said we aren't allowed to leave the nursery until we're sixty moons old." He cocked his head, examining his brother's determined features. The other kit knelt in the shadows, preparing to dart out the door and into the open camp. The mere thought of it made Cranekit nervous. They had been out many times, but never alone. Besides, he didn't want to make mama angry.
Then again, Cloverkit was braver and stronger than him. Perhaps he was right--they did need to protect the camp while papa was gone. If mama was sleeping, then who was keeping guard of the elders? He imagined the strange clan's cats would barge into their camp at any moment and tear their nests to shreds. That would be awful.
He looked nervously at the nursery entrance, hiding his toes behind his fluffy tail. "I don't know..." he murmured.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 13, 2020 19:10:13 GMT -5
[ Pinehollow got rekt ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 13, 2020 21:51:45 GMT -5
( I’ll post tomorrow )
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ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ
just another day at the office
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Post by ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ on Apr 14, 2020 5:30:00 GMT -5
(Did you think you could escape that easy, Pinehollow? Tut tut.)
Stonestar ~
The white and gray dappled tom had been sat almost unmoving from his perch the whole time the patrol had been gone. He had watched them leave and his golden yellow eyes had almost been fixated on the spot ever since then. He trusted Pinehollow to get the job done, he had picked out some good cats to take with him and when it came to battle prowess, the leader felt as though no cat could stand up to the might of CrowClan.
By the time paw steps were heard near camp again the sun had risen higher in the sky, Stonestar stiffening as Pinehollow came into camp first, followed closely by Spottedpaw, then Ravenstrike, Waspwing and after a moment, Dustcreek finally came almost leisurely trotting in at a slower pace last. They had all returned, but Stonestar could instantly tell that something was off. Pinehollow had his head ducked and even from this distance, the scent of blood was reaching his nose. They were hurt, but none of the patrol looked very victorious. He couldn't be sure, but it seemed as though Pinehollow was trying to avoid attention.
Well, Stonestar was not about to let him get off so easy, he needed to know what had happened.
The tom rose to his paws, silently jumping down from his perch as he trotted across the camp, yellow eyes fixated on the Medicine Cat's den where Pinehollow had just vanished. Stonestar was quick to follow him, ducking his head as he entered the den, yellow eyes shining despite the light as he watched the brown tom lick his wounds. "Well?" He meowed in an expecting manner, pushing himself completely into the den and sitting down, the expression on his face almost eerily calm despite being faced with an injured warrior. But no one should be fooled, just because he was calm now didn't mean he couldn't explode at a moment's notice if he heard something he didn't like the sound of.
Cloverkit ~
"How are we going to be apprentices if we can't leave until we're sixty moons, silly?" Colverkit simply refused to wait that long, he wanted to be an apprentice now. He was sure he was ready and was willing to practice really hard to be the best warrior that CrowClan had ever seen! He was going to be just like his papa and make him really really proud. And just thinking of that made the little kit's chest puff up.
Cranekit seemed to be anxious about the idea of leaving, but Colverkit didn't want to wait just because his brother had cold paws. Though he did pause again, straightening up and softly padding over to where his brother was standing. "Come on," he squeaked, his fluffy triangle tail pointed to the sky, "We can go together and make Mama and Papa really proud. Then Stonestar will be sure to make us apprentices. Maybe papa could mentor us!" Now that sounded like the best idea he had ever had and only cemented his desire to get out of this nursery as quickly as possible.
The tom turned again, gave one last look to his brother before he bolted forward as fast as his little paws could carry him. Just in time to see the patrol had returned. "Papa!" Cloverkit squeaked, trying to race forward, but suddenly there was a white leg put in his way, Colverkit toppling over his own paws as he tried to suddenly stop to avoid crashing, landing on his bum with a soft oof.
"Stay in the nursery with your mother, little one," Dustcreek meowed, bending to pick up the kit by the scruff despite his squeaking protests. But there was nothing he could do as he wiggled in the tom's grasp.
"I want to see my papa! Is my papa okay?" But his protest was completely unheard as Dustcreek stuck his large head into the nursery, only enough to deposit the squeaking kit on the ground inside again.
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Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 14, 2020 18:51:56 GMT -5
Pinehollow when Stonestar walks in:
[ Sorry I've been poofy! School's been busy the last two days. The good news is that I have one more big assignment due tonight, and then it should be pretty smooth sailing for the rest of the week. ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 14, 2020 19:56:01 GMT -5
[ lol ]
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 15, 2020 0:42:44 GMT -5
Cedarpaw ★ 12 moons ★ Tom ★ Apprentice ★ Aphelyon Cedarpaw is a fairly small, compact tom with very sleek, fiery red tabby fur and large, round yellow-green eyes. His round features generally make him look relatively unthreatening, as does his size, but don't let this fool you- he has strong muscles under his thick pelt, and is much heavier and sturdier than he looks. He is reasonably agile, but most of his natural talent lies in his brute strength, which also allows him to climb faster and jump higher than many of his Clanmates.
Cedarpaw has a very laid-back and charming personality- just the right blend of dutiful but humorous, friendly but not too friendly, obedient but just a little rebellious. He often seems almost too good to be true, and to a degree, that's because he is. He is relatively manipulative, able to put on a charming facade to endear others to him. In the end, though, he mostly only cares about himself and getting what he wants. He is rather ambitious, but very quietly so- he has his eye on someday becoming leader and is entirely confident in his ability to maneuver his way there someday, but he's not told anyone this. Gotta look humble, right?
Willowpaw ★ 12 moons ★ She-cat ★ Apprentice ★ Aphelyon Willowpaw is a slender black she-cat with large yellow eyes, a long tail and whiskers, and a white chest, belly, paws, hind legs, and tail-tip. Willowpaw is already nicked with scars, both from fights and from running haphazardly into danger and getting slightly wounded. In fact, it's pretty typical to see a little bit of blood on her pelt from where she ran through thorns or across sharp stones without caring.
Between her and her brother, Willowpaw is definitely the one that's considered the "problem child." Rambuncious, aloof, and disobedient, she's the one that's far more likely to talk back to older warriors or have to be told to put her claws away during training. She is loudly emotional, and most of that emotion is rage. She's surly and aloof and often at odds with the world, especially when her achievements are often overlooked because they weren't done the way she was told or were otherwise accomplished with a bad attitude. At this point, much of the Clan is somewhat soured to her and her temper, almost irredemably so; meanwhile, she is determined to make her Clanmates see her value without having to change her personality to be more pallatable.
Cindershadow
144 moons ★ She-cat ★ Elder ★ Aphelyon Cindershadow is a large dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with a predominantly gray pelt with cream patches, a white muzzle, chest, belly, and paws, and narrowed yellow eyes. She is a massive she-cat by any standard, with thick limbs and large paws, and her long pelt only makes her look that much bulkier. She was quite the intimidating warrior when she was younger, though now her failing eyesight and the way her legs shake a bit when she walks do something to temper that a bit.
Cindershadow's fierceness isn't limited to just her appearance; she's known to quite a spitfire in personality too, even into her old age. Despite her body growing frailer, she's the sort of cat to insist that she can still do everything just fine herself (while also snapping at the apprentices for not bringing her bedding quick enough). Still, she's a wise old cat with good advice and good insight, and she's not afraid to tell unpleasant truths, though she knows there are times it's better to keep one's sour thoughts to herself. And despite all her criticisms, she's always willing to turn them into a lesson... if other cats are willing to wait around long enough for her to get to the point. It's a bit of a wonder she made it from the old territory, but then, some cats say that it's probably just that StarClan was too afraid to try and fetch her... (open to having had some kits if anyone wants her to be their mom lol)
Freckledusk ★ 38 moons ★ Tom ★ Warrior ★ Aphelyon Freckledusk is a large, long-furred gray tom with round yellow eyes and a darker face, ears, lower legs, and tail. His entire body is a bit mottled in color, with lighter and darker spots mixed in all over, though it's most noticable in the pale gray flecks on his legs that give him his name.
Freckledusk is a very quiet cat who rarely speaks to his Clanmates, or even interacts with them much at all besides patrols. This is mainly because he's very slow in everything he does: he talks slow, he walks slow, he eats slow, he thinks slow. He is easily overwhelmed by complex ideas or lots of information at once, and finds conversations with more than one or two cats at a time difficult and easily gets lost. He's a sweet, friendly cat with a lot of love to give and a lot of observations, but he finds it so difficult to articulate them- and cats get impatient with him so frequently- that he usually doesn't bother. While he's not that great for thinking or conversation, he's very, very patient, he's a good listener. Physically, he's very tough and great in one-on-one fights- he's exactly who you would want on your side if you were fighting something big like a fox or badger. Multiple quick opponents, though, like battles with lots of cats, easily confuse and overwhelm him.
Staintalon ★ 55 moons ★ Tom ★ Senior Warrior ★ Aphelyon Staintalon is a skinny white tom with very small ginger patches on his face (which give him his name) and a ginger tabby tail, and very narrow pale blue eyes. He is a relatively small cat, not so might in his height but in his mass. He is actually fairly tall, but willowy, with very slender limbs and a long tail. His face and flanks are covered with scars, and his claws are particularly long and particularly sharp- and he puts a great deal of effort into keeping them that way.
Staintalon is exactly as unpleasant as he looks, being a surly and scrappy tom who always seems like he has something to prove. He's constantly willing to start fights, whether with his Clanmates or- StarClan forbid- any cat from outside the Clan that he comes across on a patrol. He's a bit boastful of his accomplishments, and to be fair, he's done some impressive things, like fighting off a fox entirely on his own without even getting hurt. He's quick, agile, vicious, and quite clever both in and out of combat. Still, he's not clever enough, or in the right way, to be manipulative or even halfway charming- he hasn't got the self-control not to speak whatever's on his mind. Still, he's not all bad. Despite his unpleasant personality, he's got a good mind for strategy and efficiency, and understands his Clanmates' limits and capabilities well, and thus is one of the preferred patrol leaders if you can tolerate his abrasiveness.
Flutterkit ★ 4 moons ★ She-cat ★ Kit ★ Aphelyon Skinny, springy dark tortoiseshell she-cat with large pale green eyes, long limbs, and huge, poited ears. Her muzzle, chest, belly, and paws are white and she has an extra toe on one of her paws.
Flutterkit is a rembunctious and energetic little she-cat who's only two modes seem to be "stop" and "go." That being that she's either zooming uncontrollably around the camp (sometimes being awake and fidgeting at odd hours of the night) or she's asleep like the dead with little to no waking her. She does her best to be a good kit and listen to the older cats when they tell her to behave, but she just so often forgets what was just said- she's the sort to ask a question and then be onto the next subject before she even hears the answer, and may have already forgotten she asked the question. She's got quite the imagination, and rather grandiose plans for what she thinks life will be like once she leaves the nursery. Flutterkit is the only surviving kit from a litter that was born right after (?) CrowClan was driven out of their old forest, and she doesn't really remember much of her mother or littermates who died. She tries not to think too much about them. (open to parents; maybe her mom abandoned her after her littermates died? otherwise, maybe only her father is still alive)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 15, 2020 3:54:19 GMT -5
( welcome )
( also I may have lied about posting today so I’ll do it when I wake up )
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 15, 2020 11:44:07 GMT -5
[Hey can I reserve the spot for Flutterkits father? I won't get the form out till later but I would love to make him.] (Sure! :) if you have a name I'll go ahead and add edit it into the form.
For that matter, if anyone has any ideas for relationships for my characters [not just the ones I specifically mentioned looking for] I'm open to suggestions. I love ties. Or, any idea of relationships/storylines you'd like to have develop with them is cool too. I'll have to look back through the front page to see if I have any, I was mostly just trying to get the forms done real quick last night so I could go tf to bed without losing them lmao
Edit: so having looked at the allegiances again, these are the suggestions that come to mind:
- Cindershadow and Stormwing look a little bit alike, so maybe Cindershadow could be Stormwing's mother? I guess that would also make her Waspwing and Featherwind's mother as well. I was also thinking that Freckledusk could also be one of Cindershadow's, so that would make him their younger brother. Unless anyone else wants him lol.
- Being the only two ginger and white cats in the Clan [so far], maybe Staintalon and Foxstride are related? Which would also make him related to Blacktalon [which I guess could explain their shared suffix, which I hadn't realized when I created the character :') oops]. He could either maybe be an estranged father- like, they were born when he was young and he never wanted much to do with them- or perhaps an older sibling.
I don't really have anything for Cedarpaw and Willowpaw tbh haha.)
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