Bisexual
WyrmTime
ngl really wishin I was a dragon tha feasts on mortals righ now
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Post by WyrmTime on Apr 15, 2020 14:00:20 GMT -5
Goosesnap★ 67 moons ★ Tom ★ Senior Warrior ★ WrymnTime Goosesnap is an old stubborn smoky grey ball of bitterness with a tendency to verbally rip his clanmates to shreds. Apprentices and young warriors know not to cross the tom in free of being on the receiving end of one of his iconic piercing glares from his pale icy blue eyes. Dark grey and black flecks dapple his sunken dull pelt and his face seems to rest in a consistent scowl.
Goosesnap wasn’t always so snarky though. Back in the old territory he used to be a sociable, well adjusted warrior with friends and a loving mate and kits, till one day, during a particularly intense twoleg attack not long after his kits were born, Eaglebrook, the kits mother, was killed trying to defend the nursery and the litter disappeared, seemingly been taken away by the invaders. Goosesnap was devastated and would not leave his mates body, even when the search patrol brought back a little kit, one of his kits. Most cats have no idea why Goosesnap basically abounded the last piece of family he had left and often being furious at him for it but the nasty tom never takes notice, actually when he's not yelling at some poor cat, he seems like he’s in an different place entirely.
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 15, 2020 14:05:39 GMT -5
(aw poor boi. Little Flutterkit trying to get his attention is gonna be so sad. Bonus points of she looks just like Eaglebrook?)
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 15, 2020 14:33:19 GMT -5
(yeah she could be a dilute tortie or something. Either way I'm looking forward to the #feelz)
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 15, 2020 16:12:39 GMT -5
[ Heyo! I'm totally down for those family connections. Those are always fun. Totally up to you whether you'd rather Staintalon be a father or an older brother to Blacktalon and Foxstride. Either sounds great! ] (him being their father might be fun though now I'm concerned it may mirror Goosesnap with Flutterkit too much haha. But it would be a more interesting dynamic than just, siblings that are a bit distant heh.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 15, 2020 16:58:34 GMT -5
(yeah that would be interesting. Especially because she definitely takes after him somewhat in personality too haha. So I could see her getting really offended every time someone compares her to Staintalon.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 15, 2020 18:20:11 GMT -5
(I'm gonna be playing a tabletop game for most of the rest of the night probably but I can try to get in a starter or reply if anyone would like to do anything with any of my cats)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 16, 2020 21:05:50 GMT -5
[ ok I need to reply but my stomach is upset today >.< ]
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 16, 2020 23:37:44 GMT -5
(considering they've moved to a new area and are exposed to a lot of new cats, it's not entirely unlikely that there could be an outbreak of sickness- maybe not even anything major or deadly, but it could be sort of a side plot that a lot of cats are feeling under the weather with minor illnesses, which just means they're less effective in combat, tire more easily, can't hunt as much, more accident-prone, and of course the medicine cats are constantly out of herbs. Basically a plethora of small, mostly flavor problems caused by everyone just being a a little sick, and then maybe a few cats getting very sick.
Other than that, there could probably be a lot of other subplots or problems associated with a new, relatively unfamiliar territory, but I don't have any more ideas off the top of my head haha.
Besides that, yeah, I'm totally open for rp for anyone who wants anything with any of my cats- we can do something with Goosesnap and Flutterkit if you like, wrymntime?)
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2020 13:31:47 GMT -5
(I would love to some forbidden romances or cats attempting negotiate! And I would love to something with Goose and Flutterkit.) (awesome would you like to start or should I? ^^ not sure what Goosesnap is up to that Flutterkit would be trying to get his attention lol)
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2020 15:31:04 GMT -5
(sure go for it ^^ I gotta work for a little while so it may be a bit before I can reply but I will do so as soon as I can. Which shouldn't be too long.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2020 18:30:32 GMT -5
[No problem!] [also let’s just say the events take place while/before the patrol leaves.] GoosesnapGoosesnap shifts uncomfortably in his nest as the chorus of the new territory’s local birds get to work on ruining his lie in. Goosesnap sniffs It’s like their begging to be caught. Though the old warrior enjoys hunting but he hates being forced to do it, often preferring to either wake up early enough to sneak out before Blacktalon starts organising patrols or staying in his nest until all the morning patrols set off, but the birds have decided that today Goosesnap will do neither of those things. The Tom begrudgingly began to rise to his paws and push his way out of the warriors den and wander over to the fresh kill pile and poked out a measly mouse and began to find a shaded place to eat his meal. He settled on the little nook between the apprentice den and the nursery. He had discovered it when they had first wandered into camp and began claiming dens and fell in love. Just out of the way where anyone by the fresh kill pile or Stonestars rocks wouldn’t be able too see you but not too much where you could be accused of hiding and best of all, one of the protruding branches of the oak mixed in with some the branches of the willow tree make the perfect little roof to save Goosesnap from sunlight. Once he had settled on he started to break away at the old mouse tough skin. Flutterkit had stayed up late, fidgeted through the night, and woken up early, much to the chagrin of the nursery queens and all of the younger kits. She had found it difficult to sleep since they had come to the new territory- there was too much to see to waste time sleeping! That, and the unfamiliar sounds and smells of the forest kept her up at night from both fear and excitement. Of course, she knew that the warriors of the Clan would keep anything nasty from getting in, but that didn't do much to ease her subtle anxiety. More important than that, though, was her eagerness to explore, which is what woke her up nearly with the dawn. She was too eager to see everything to risk missing a single moment of the day. It was not long after sunrise when the queens finally told her to get some fresh-kill and play outside.
The little tortoiseshell burst out of the nursery with no mind to be quiet for the younger kits, and bounded across the camp to the fresh-kill pile. Of course, she didn't go straight there, instead making more of a bumblebee's path to look at a weird rock or a colorful leaf before moving on to the actual prey. Most of what was on the pile was left over from the day before. Flutterkit wrinkled her nose at the "fresh"-kill, trying to determine which of the morsels was going to be the least stale. She finally settled on a tiny sparrow, grabbing it a wing, and looked around the camp for somewhere to sit and eat. She paused when she noticed Goosesnap in a corner of the camp, looking surly as always, and weighed her options.
Well, he's by himself and eating, there's no way he could ignore me, she thought resolutely. Making up her mind, she bounced over as quickly as she could with the sparrow dragging on the ground between her white paws.
"Good morning, Goosesnap!" she meowed brightly, settling a tail-length or two away to give him just a little bit of space, and started to dig into the sparrow- or at least sort through the feathers, which is what it seemed to mostly be.
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 18, 2020 11:50:06 GMT -5
(Maximilian the Destroyer
I don't know why that was the first thing to come to mind.)
"No, they asked me to come play outside. Stormwing said I was being loud and waking Cherrykit up," Flutterkit replied matter-of-factly. "Besides, I'm a big kit now," she meowed proudly, puffing out her chest. "I don't need them to watch me all the time!" She could see that Goosesnap was uncomfortable, even though he tried to be polite. She wished he would stop that and just tell her what she was doing wrong. Instead, she conversationally barreled forward into the next topic.
"I was watching Cedarpaw and Willowpaw practice battle moves yesterday and I think I learned a lot," she chattered, her tone a little boastful. "I don't have anyone to practice with, but look what I can do!" She hopped up and backed up a few paces before leaping on what was left of her sparrow. She grabbed the fresh-kill in her claws and then rolled with it, flinging it a few tail-lengths away into the bushes. "Oops!" She bounced easily back to her paws, her short tortoiseshell pelt now disheveled with dust and leaf-litter. "Look how far it went!" she exclaimed, looking to her father for some sign of approval. When it wasn't readily given, she shuffled her paws uncertainly. "I, uh, guess I should go get that." She trotted off to dig around in the leaves for the prey.
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 18, 2020 16:12:23 GMT -5
(the biggest of oofs for Flutterkit :') that's exactly what I was expecting him to do though)
The sparrow had fallen deeper into the foliage than Flutterkit had realized, but even so it didn't take her very long to extract it from the brambles and pull it back out by the wing. She backed out of the bushes just in time to see Goosesnap's gray tail whisk out of camp. For a heartbeat she considered running after him, but the message was pretty clear, causing her shoulders and tail to sink with disappointment. She glanced back at where she had been sitting to eat before, but huffed through her nose with misery and instead dragged the bird to a different spot on the other side of the nursery to finish it. However, she ended up just picking at it instead, pulling the delicate feathers off one at a time and tearing them up in her claws, her appetite gone. She wished she knew what it was that she did that made her father hate her so much. She wondered if he would have loved her if she had died with her mother or been taken away with her siblings.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Apr 18, 2020 16:20:51 GMT -5
★ Featherwind ★“I agree,” Foxstride responded. “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.” Yes, Featherwind thought to herself as she dug through the sand and undergrowth, claws scraping along the ground. She remained silently as Foxstride continued. “Besides, both of our dreams seemed to warn against any kind of violence… though I suppose it’s too late for that.” Indeed. Pinehollow was as headstrong as they came, and he labored under the belief that CrowClan deserved whatever territory they wanted, the fact that the other clan was here first be damned. That was of little consequence to Pinehollow (and, it seemed, Stonestar and a good majority of the clan, much to Featherwind’s dismay) and so he would take what he wanted, through blood and battle, with claws and teeth.
The pair lapsed into silence again as they focused on the task before them. They’d managed to find some comfrey root, and StarClan knew they’d need it. She could only imagine what sort of trouble Pinehollow had stuck his nose into. With any luck, his patrol wouldn’t be too badly beat up, but one could only hope. Featherwind remained focused, keeping her nose to the task, so when Foxstride suddenly spoke he startled here. “They’ve returned,” he told her, and when Featherwind glanced up she saw he was scenting the air. He turned to look at her, and his expression reflected what Featherwind felt. “We should go back.” She sighed and nodded, backing out of the bush she’d been searching in. She swiftly grabbed as many herbs as she could carry, bundling them together in a large leaf that she picked up in her teeth. She inclined her head to Foxstride and turned, loping off towards the direction of the camp.
A short time later, and she arrived back in the camp. Instantly her mood soured even further when she saw Ravenstrike, Dustcreek and Spottedpaw. All three of them were roughed up and had what looked to be claw marks scattered across their pelt. The medicine cat trotted past them, shooting them a disapproving look as she entered the medicine cat’s den where quite the scene was before her. Pinehollow was curled up in den, licking various wounds that absolutely covered his pelt. Stonestar stood before him and had fixed his stony gaze upon the warrior, demanding to know what had happened.
Featherwind winced internally, feeling a pang of guilt for the warrior. Still, Stonestar’s anger would be nothing compared to Stormwing’s.
“Pinehollow?” a voice called from outside the medicine cat’s den. Featherwind looked at Pinehollow and winced again. Another she-cat marched into the den, looking very similar to Featherwind. Stormwing froze when she saw Pinehollow, staring at her mate in shock and disbelief. “What in StarClan’s name did you get yourself into?”
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