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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 12:23:14 GMT -5
You'd be more than welcome to one, and that's absolutely fine sorry I had been trying to reply to that for like five minutes but my computer was being as reliable as a game of kerplunk on a trampoline in an earthquake.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 12:33:00 GMT -5
How's your cat doing RD?
Fawnskip twitched her ear, chuckling meekly at the medicine cat's quite kind attempts to cheer her up and make her more sure of her abilities. Despite her earlier hopefulness, the shecat suddenly found herself drained of her prior energy. She yawned, considering for a moment. Realising after a beat she would come across as rather rude were she to refuse after all of this. "Sure," she replied with her best attempt at a smile on her expression. On somewhat shaky paws, the huntress lifted herself onto her dappled paws. Trying to look somewhat more enthusiastic than she all of a sudden felt. "I'll hurl myself from one of the loan oak peaks if this goes on more than a few days, don't worry too much about that." She replied with a shake, stretching out her legs before straightening. "Lead the way," she offered with a flick of her tail. It wasn't as though she was going to get lost in the small confines of the camp. She followed suit of the medicine cat, chuckling quietly as she asked. "Surely you have better things to be doing than listening to a complaining queen," Fawnskip asked, suddenly quite self conscious about it all, worried she might be disturbing the medicine cat from something more important. "I can take myself about camp if there's something more important?"
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 17, 2020 12:51:18 GMT -5
[Ahh what the heck sure.. will finish these after my replies. ]
Gorsekit - golden tabby tom with murky green eyes. Son of Fawnskip and Sparrowfall
Cedarscar Large torbie she-cat with a battle-worn pelt, a halved ear, and yellow eyes. Previously a fierce warrior, this stocky she-cat's sharp tongue and proud name is all that remains of her ancient temper. Allowing her name to be changed from Cedarpelt to Cedarscar was about the only way to bribe her into retirement not so long ago. She had been determined to stay in the warrior's den until her son became leader, just to make sure she was ready to fight off anything that could prevent his ascension. However, her slow gait and limited mobility saw her landed in the elder's den just a moon before Shadowstar's rise. Having kits was never Cedarscar's plan, but as soon as Shadowstar was born, she loved him more than anything, even the clan and the code itself. Despite her frustrating attitude and battle-ready ways, she surprisingly does enjoy spending time with whichever kits and apprentices come to see her during this less exciting period of her long life. She adores any chance she gets to retell old stories of her fiery glory days. Cedarscar lost her mate, Snakestrike, almost as soon as Shadowstar was born. She never had another litter or mate. Since then, Cedarscar has been an even fiercer supporter of her son's strengths and ambitions through his life. If anything threatened him, little could stop this old she-cat from unsheathing her claws once more. @screenname Elder Relationships: Shadowstar's mother, former mate of Snakestrike. Let me know if the father dying so early is okay or if you wanted to leave that open. Anything Else. An Unlit Path
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 12:53:48 GMT -5
If your down Cedar could be Shadows mum? Also awesome!
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 17, 2020 13:10:57 GMT -5
[Absolutely!]
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 17, 2020 15:48:38 GMT -5
[ if you're still looking for kit claims, i'd love one considering Eagle won't be around for too long, heh. ^^ also, i am finally going to get some starters up right now! ]
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 17, 2020 16:02:40 GMT -5
Oatfur in Sladeclan Camp Open Starter
The old, plump tom had been sleeping in the cave that made up the Elder's den, his flat face tucked under his thin-furred tail. With a long, slow stretch, the elder awoke, his tail curling over his spine. Oatfur's bones creaked with the effort and the tom let out a soft his. He got to his paws heavily, his ears flat against his head. The tom had woken up in a sour temper, but that was getting more and more common for him. His joint were killing him on this morning. The tom did not approve of his nest in the Elder's den. He much preferred his old nest in the medicine den, no matter if this new cave was warmer. Grumbling, the tom exited the cave, whiskers twitching as he grumbled to himself. He lumbered slowly towards the medicine cat den, intent on digging through Littleglow's herb store to find something to ease the ache in his joints.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 16:08:55 GMT -5
That would be absolutely fine by me Fox the more the merrier. except no more cos that's four XD
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 16:09:33 GMT -5
Father dying early would be fine with me btw
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 16:39:51 GMT -5
Just read Cedar properly Stealthfire and I love her. I really like that their quite opposite, i.e. battle ready vs somewhat pacifist, but I still imagine they rather close XD
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Post by Jingle on Apr 17, 2020 17:16:12 GMT -5
A little mini absence, and it will be about two to three days. I will be back. I may be back sooner.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 17:23:55 GMT -5
No worries, hope everything’s ok!
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Post by rose on Apr 17, 2020 18:19:40 GMT -5
seeing as though they're going to be born so soon, here's my kit. i'll get him completely finished very soon :-)
w.i.p
Lionkit Lionkit is almost a spitting image of his father - with a handsome brown tabby pelt, and eventually, light blue-green eyes. He retains his mother's dainty frame, though, and will carry it into adulthood. The tom is, in short, a small ball of fluff and energy; really, rambunctious would be the term most would use to describe him. He's not the best at speaking on his emotions, though, and when it comes down to it - truly is the definition of a "mama's boy". rose Kit Son of Fawnskip and Sparrowfall. Brother of Sorrelkit, Gorsekit and ?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 18:33:04 GMT -5
a fluffy and I love it!
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Post by rose on Apr 17, 2020 19:17:28 GMT -5
Could I take you up on RPing Oddeye, Stealthfire? I'd like to try RPing my girl Duskshade haha
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 19:18:34 GMT -5
If your down there’s room with Fawn and Little if you’d like
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Post by rose on Apr 17, 2020 19:24:05 GMT -5
Yeah, I should probably get sparrow in there at this point xD give me a moment
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 20:02:35 GMT -5
Gosh both Mithkt and Gorsekit are characterised as mama’s kits XD Sparrowfall might feel left out at this rate
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 17, 2020 20:19:24 GMT -5
[ With Moth and Lion as Fawnskip's little darlings it makes me wanna make Gorsekit obsessed with his da xD]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 17, 2020 20:22:29 GMT -5
All the options are adorable I won’t lie
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 17, 2020 20:45:39 GMT -5
Dustberry / Shadowstar 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
[ Sorry this took so long to get to you necs xx]
Dustberry's ears twisted back at the sound of her son's apology, but she remained unmoved. His promise was unlikely to come to fruition. She smiled nevertheless, feigning pride in front of Shadowstar, as if her hard fought teachings of good behaviour were finally sinking in for Hawkkit. "I can't blame them for wanting to be out and about. They've had their minds on becoming warriors since their eyes first opened. Little do they know how much hard work they've to look forward to. Days of apprentice duties, moons of running your paws off. They'll be wishing for the nursery, of that I'm sure," the queen reasoned confidently. Her apprentice days were not enjoyable. Dustberry's mentor had been the most dour and stoic warrior of them all, it seemed to her he didn't want life to be enjoyed in the least. She was all too glad to begin aiding in the nursery as soon as possible, before finally being with kit and retiring full time as soon as Littleglow gave her permission. To her great relief, Dustberry spent less than two seasons as a warrior, but what tiring seasons they had been.
Shadowstar's question caught her at a perplexing loss for words. The other two. "They would be where I left them last. Like the good little she-kits they are, naturally," she purred. The longer she spent talking to Shadowstar, the higher the chance Owlkit and Eaglekit were off to StarClan knows where. It was time to gather all three of the wandering ducklings before they were snatched up by one of their namesakes. "I'm so glad you were able to remind Hawkkit how a real warrior should behave to his mother. If you're ever bored from leading the clan, you know where we'll be," she joked casually, dipping her head to the tom before guiding Hawkkit back toward the nursery. It was time to find her daughters.
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Post by rose on Apr 17, 2020 20:51:22 GMT -5
also, nec - i know eaglekit's going to be one of the "lost", so if no one's claimed the other one, could i potentially make a newly pregnant queen to fill that other slot?
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Post by rose on Apr 17, 2020 21:16:17 GMT -5
Sparrowfall
Sunlight lit the tom's flank as Sparrowfall made his way through camp. Patrols had gone out smoothly, and when it came down to it - the day certainly hadn't been a bad one, thus far. I've sent out patrols, I've spoken to Shadowstar, I've- The tom's pale eyes went wide at the realization that he had yet to speak to his mate that day. His head swiveled quickly towards the way of the nursery - surely, with her being so far along, that's where she'd be, right? Right. Though he began his short walk towards the nursery quickly, the tom's mind began swimming. How could anyone neglect checking up on their mate right after they'd awoken? Never mind that, but especially when said mate was bearing his kits? Is this what fatherhood's going to be like? He wondered anxiously. He wanted to be there for his future kits - he really did - but with his responsibilities as deputy, Sparrowfall cringed at even the prospect of having more to balance out in his life. It seemed as if every coming day only placed another stone atop his pile of responsibilities, and eventually, it seemed only inevitable that the tower would come crashing down. Not that anyone's ever going to know that, the tom thought slowly, breathing out a sigh of relief. Fawnskip will understand. I know her. He chuckled to himself with the absurdity of his own notions. Of course he knew her - they were mates - and yet, in truth, the tom didn't remember the last time he was able to sit down and enjoy the luxuries of life with her like they used to be able to. But Fawnskip is my here and now; she needs to be my priority. Sparrowfall poked his head into the nursery coyly. Nothing. Great StarClan, where's she gone? He turned, spotting the familiar dainty form of his mate, alongside the medicine cat. He smiled faintly. Of course, her walk around camp.
"Fawnskip!' he mewled, his face alight with fondness, and approaching from behind. "Missed me?"
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 18, 2020 1:29:14 GMT -5
[ let me know if anyone has any open characters so I can post starters! Oatfur has an open one up if anyone is interested. Also, I'll get my kit up tomorrow. ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 18, 2020 4:12:30 GMT -5
Good morning guys hope everyone’s well That’d be fine rose And no problem Fox, I’ve no free characters but your welcome to throw eagle at shadow and dust if you’d like?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 18, 2020 7:11:53 GMT -5
More out of breath than she cared to admit, the queens legs had begun to lag but still she persisted. A fierce stubborn streak might have been one of her less well known qualities, but she would be damned before admitting she was struggling, hating to appear as a burden or annoyance to those around her. But her paws ached and breaths came in quiet pants, her long plumed tail flicking from side to side in a quiet demonstration of agitation. Fortunately a familiar voice was kind enough to distract her from her difficulties. Twitching a golden ear in the direction of the medicine cat who had paused a few steps ahead, but her attention was fixed to the tom cat. Her gaze, however tired, glittered with amusement. The deputy and the queen might as well have been day and night, his charisma an odd counterbalance to the shy natured Fawnskip. But she appreciated him more than words could accurately describe. She regarded him curiously, “I’m pleased to see you finally decided to grace me with your presence,” despite her scathing words the playful light in her gaze betrayed any malice she might have hoped to depict. “I thought you might well have forgotten about me,” there was something a little truer in that admittance. Motherhood was a daunting prospect, she knew her mate likely had a lot of the same feelings. But Sparrowfall was more secretive than she would have liked, and if he was worried she’d doubt her would admit as much to her. Part if the very pregnant queen worried his absence might mean something darker. But for now she forced any of those ideas out of her mind, Fawnskip trotted over with a gentle purr tracking her footsteps. She rubbed her muzzle against his in affectionate greeting, the familiar scents of moorland and early morning dew sticking to the dark browns of his tabby coat. ”I have missed you,” she purred with a shake of her head, not annoyed necessarily but a quiet sadness laced her gentle tone. “With only Dustberry and her kits keeping me company,” her eyes widened in exaggeration of the horrors. “I’m close to losing my mind.” A sensation within her hips drew her attention to her stomach, the growl which pulled free of her an entirely playful one. “And if your kits don’t make their entrance soon I might kill you for convincing me into this,” she added with a flick of her tail. Fawnskip pulled away from her mate briefly to run her coarse tongue across the dappled fur of her rounded side. “They move so much, I don’t think I’ve slept properly in the better part of a moon.” She finished, chuckling ruefully.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 18, 2020 14:00:10 GMT -5
No worries, kitting will be fairly soon I think. How's your cat doing?
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Post by rose on Apr 18, 2020 16:09:17 GMT -5
Sparrowfall
The tom smiled lightly. What else could he do? "If I could take the pain from you and make it my own, you know I'd do it in a heartbeat." And it was true. Sparrowfall didn't know how his mother - or any other she-cat for that matter - had endured such pain for the sake of new life. StarClan, who knows how large the litter will be. In truth, he hoped for a smaller number of kits. "The more the merrier" was not something he believed in when it came to such things as this - more kits meant more mouths to feed, so hunting patrols would have to be larger eventually; it meant more cats to worry about the general safety of, and of course, it meant all the more pain for his mate. And, genuinely, the last thing he wanted was to see Fawnskip in pain. And yet, despite his hopes for a smaller litter, all the tom could truly hope for was healthy kits, no matter if there were twenty, or just one. But what if one kit doesn't make it? His face washed over with sorrow at even just the thought, but he was able to push it out as soon as it arose in his mind. Fawnskip was strong, she had proved as much in the past. "Speaking of Dustberry, let's just hope that one of our little ones don't end up half as rowdy as her lot," he purred affectionately. Though his tone was teasing, he really did love the three kits currently occupying the nursery, and the smile he allowed to faintly cross his face betrayed as much. "Anyway, let's hope our little ones are able to join Hawkkit, Eaglekit, and Owlkit soon enough." He finished with yet another purr, touching his nose to the molly's briefly. "StarClan knows I'm nothing but excited." Sparrowfall smiled gently.
Fawnskip didn't have to know about his worries. She can infer, if she'd like. There's no use having her worried about me, atop all of this.
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