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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 18, 2020 16:15:09 GMT -5
I actually adore Sparrowfall I'd like to make that known!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 18, 2020 16:25:06 GMT -5
The queen's features moulded into something akin to pure horror at the very suggestion, shaking herself as though caught briefly in the depths of a truly terrifying nightmare. "I'm going to give up these kits to another queen if they turn out anything as rowdy as Dustberry's,"she muttered, her facade almost convincing to anyone who didn't know the calico on a more personal level. She seemed to consider for a moment, before shaking her head decisively, "I don't think its possible for any kit to be as rowdy as those three," the playful tension released from her shoulders, though it didn't entirely leave her stiff sides. If the queen noticed she said nothing, "Unless I'm carrying a little of badger kits, that is." Fawnskip added with a light grin, casting her gaze back at her frame. "And whilst I am fat, I don't think I'm large enough to be carrying unborn badgers." It was truly rather sweet just how much the young queen came out of her shell when around her mate, how affectionate and humerous the shy Fawnskip could be when she got to know another cat. At her mate's latter phrase, the shecat sighed. Frustrated briefly once more, "Its not for want of trying that these kits aren't here yet I promise you," her tone a little more solemn. Dappled tail flicking back and forth once more, her date long past due and she was beginning to fear something was wrong. Not that she'd have admitted it to her mate, he already had more than enough on his paws to worry about, let alone the delivery of his kits. That was the one job that was hers and hers alone, and she hoped she could at least do that right for the sake of her mate. "I'm excited to," she admitted if somewhat less enthusiastically than her mate had done. "It just seems they're less so to meet their mother," her laugh was humourless and quiet. Now she shifted her hindquarters, uncomfortable and frustrated, she tried to get comfortable but with little reward despite her efforts.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 19, 2020 4:28:16 GMT -5
Tah would be fine by me, and aww poor mite hope he feels better soon.
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 19, 2020 14:01:45 GMT -5
Cedarscar / Oatfur 𝑓𝑜𝑥 : Medicine Cat Den
Cedarscar's battered ears perked at the sound of movement toward the medicine cat den. The elder had been posting herself in the nook until Littleglow returned, not willing to wait for the she-cat to visit the elder's den in order to receive herbs for her aching joints. What's more, she hated for all of her clanmates to be able to see the herbs that Littleglow transported to the elder's den for Cedarscar. If the old she-cat had it her way, no one would think she needed any treatment for her aging frame. First, they send you to the elder's den. Then, they restrict where you can go on your own. Then, they keep you confined to your nest, panicking at the first sign of raising yourself for a little walk. It was no life for Cedarscar, she knew well how elders' privileges declined rapidly.
She scuffled to the entrance to see who approached, and rolled her eyes. "What are you doing over here?" she grumbled when she recognised Oatfur coming in. "They're going to think we've both escaped together when they see an empty elder's den," Cedarscar complained, miffed at her denmate's reappearance. "Can you help me get the herbs for my joints? Your little apprentice is off StarClan knows where."
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 19, 2020 14:42:56 GMT -5
As Oatfur entered the den, his ears perked at Cedarscar's voice. He had been expecting Littleglow to be scolding him, not not his sole companion in the elder's den. "Eh--?" The tom grumbled, a little surprised. But he just shook his head and shouldered past Cedarscar like he owned the place, his ears back. "I could ask you the same thing, Cedarscar." He grumbled, looking around the den for a sign of Littleglow or Cherrypaw. To the tom's pleasure, they were absent from the den.
"Let them think what they want," He mewed as he lumbered towards the herb store, tutting his tongue. "Better for us if they're not looking for us in here anyway! Unless you'd like to be escorted back to your nest by some apprentice who still smells of their mother's milk," The tom snorted to his own amusement, his tone heavy with sarcasm and malice. He detested the disrespect he felt he had been shown since he had been forced into the elder's den, and the old tom would be damned if some whippersnapper thought they could tell him what to do.
"Littepaw's probably slacking off, like usual," Oatfur rumbled. This was far from the truth, but Oatfur wouldn't miss an opportunity to assert some of his old power as medicine cat. "Nobody has any respect for an old cat's needs anymore. I can get you something Cedarscar, but only because I'm in here for the same reason." Oatfur continued, shooting a glance back at the old she-cat. "And maybe for a please."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 19, 2020 14:48:15 GMT -5
𝑓𝑜𝑥 are you wanting to join in with Eaglekit, or shall I just reply?
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 19, 2020 15:01:18 GMT -5
Cedarscar / Oatfur 𝑓𝑜𝑥 : Medicine Cat Den
Cedarscar backed out of the old tom's path with protest, "I was here first," she managed to mumble to herself as she unabashedly followed Oatfur, peering over his shoulder to make sure her request wasn't forgotten. She chuckled appreciatively at his philosophy, agreeing, "If neither of us tells on the other, we could right well go where we please. It's as if we don't exist to them anyway once they managed to shove us both away." She never ceased to be baffled at their similar position, having been forced into the elder's den alongside Oatfur, despite both of them being capable of their long-served positions. Cedarscar's hunch was that the clan needed two bodies in the empty cave to keep the cobwebs out of it. Either that, or they were beginning to need punishments to hold over the apprentices, and who better than Cedarscar and Oatfur to frighten young cats into behaving for fear of biting fleas from the cantankerous pair.
"Slacking off is right. I've been waiting here for a moon, I'll be in StarClan before she finds me." Cedarscar disliked nearly every cat young enough to be her kit or grandkit, they had too little experience to be of any use to her. Shadowstar was proof of her wisdom, for even though she disagreed with much of his prudent disposition, the tiniest scrap of her blood within him saw him landed as leader. That was all Cedarscar needed to be assured of herself. "Please," she mocked. "I don't remember having to say please for you to save my leg after that nasty badger bite. And I don't remember you saying please for the prey I caught you all these moons."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 19, 2020 15:02:52 GMT -5
Cedarscar might be my favourite cat ever XD
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 19, 2020 15:08:03 GMT -5
Flintkit Although more reminiscent of her mother's coloring, Flintkit did not inherit Fawnskip's dainty build, nor unfortunately her father's agile frame or attractive genes. While still a kit, she will grow to be on the bulkier side and appearing more masculine in features, with wide shoulders and a short-but-stout frame. Her coat is thick and downy, dilute calico in coloring, as her coat will lighten up as she ages. Although calico, she is predominately dark grey and pale orange, with only occasional white spotting. Flintkit also has abnormally long white whiskers and a charcoal black nose, her eyes a pale yellow-green color. Even in her youth, Flintkit has a spark to her. She's a bold young cat, usually the first to trail-blaze and fearlessly try new things. This, however, also makes her an exceptional ring-leader when it comes to leading her siblings into trouble. However, she is not a troublemaker by nature--just simply curious and longing for adventure. Trouble does have a tendency to find her though, as she's very blunt and brave with her words, nothing stopping her from speaking her mind. Not a trace of her mother's shyness is prominent in this kit, though neither are her father's tactful social skills. She's quick on her feet and a clever cat, with a knack for learning new things, and very rough-and-tumble, always up for a spar with the older kits and apprentices. This makes her eager to start her warrior training and she often complains Sparrowfall's ear off about how she thinks she's old enough at heart if not in body. She looks up to the tom's hard-working attitude and high-status position, and tries to follow in his footsteps. 𝑓𝑜𝑥 Rank: Kit Relationships: Kit of Sparrowfall and Fawnskip, Sister to Gorsekit, Sorrelkit, and Lionkit. Anything Else: An Unlit Path
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 19, 2020 15:08:47 GMT -5
[ sorry, you can go ahead and reply, i won't be able to respond for a bit, sorry! ]
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 19, 2020 15:08:52 GMT -5
Cedarscar and Oatfur are the elder duo I've always wanted lmao
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 19, 2020 15:45:39 GMT -5
Your favourite neighbourhood dumbass has realised she said five people could have a kit... whoops XD I absolutely don’t mind, just let’s not make this a habit XD
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 19, 2020 15:51:49 GMT -5
oop my bad as well.. one big happy family amirite
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 19, 2020 15:55:55 GMT -5
Poor Sparrow-would like only one kit-fall. XD
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 19, 2020 16:16:27 GMT -5
[ oh dear, that's a lot... i wouldn't mind taking Flint out of the mix! ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 19, 2020 16:22:33 GMT -5
I really don’t mind her having that many, kinda Sod’s law after Sparrow jinxed it XD I also enjoy the names a lot, like Dust has the bird theme, Fawn went for anything and everything XD
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 19, 2020 21:48:24 GMT -5
[ Sorry it took a bit to get a starter up for Oddeye/Duskshade! Just remembered of it there now ] Oddeye With rose 's Duskshade Oddeye stretched himself awake, having attempted to get up early but only succeeding in falling asleep again directly outside of the warrior's den. Yawning, and shaking his pelt out to convince himself of his alertness, Oddeye stepped forward to the fresh-kill pile, hoping a slight meal would wake him enough to join a patrol. He snagged a cold mouse with his claw, and felt nonetheless guilty for taking it all for himself, even if it was rather small. He peered around with his left eye, curious to see if any of his denmates were out and about already. Though he had spent plenty of time alone, having taken much longer to train than any of his original denmates, the young tabby never thought it suited him to be solitary. He was in far too good of a mood to not share it with another clanmate.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 20, 2020 5:20:36 GMT -5
No worries:) just waiting for rose and then things will get going
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Post by rose on Apr 20, 2020 13:47:30 GMT -5
oh oops, lett me just get my cake in the oven and i'll get that up for you
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Post by rose on Apr 20, 2020 14:23:11 GMT -5
Sparrowfall
"I'm sure they'll come soon," Sparrowfall mewled, his voice alight and hopeful. "They're probably just waiting for the right time. You know, making sure that their fur is well-kept and everything." He cocked his head playfully. "StarClan only knows the last thing either of us want are kits that aren't masterfully groomed." The tom noticed his mate's supposed discomfort as she shifted positions, but held his tongue on speaking out on it. He knew it must've been something Littleglow had commented on at least a few hundred times even in just that day alone - and it really wouldn't do the she-cat any good to be called out on her uncomfortable stance. He knew the molly already had her insecurities on the capacity she had to be a good mother, and pointing out the obvious wasn't going to do anything else for her. Thus, he decided to change the subject; surely, Fawnskip wanted to get her mind off of the pain she was in. "So, are you guys going to walk around camp? I'll tag along, if you'll have me." He bit his tongue with the statement. Why did I say that? What would he do if Shadowstar needed him? Refuse because he was on a "stroll"? Leave behind his heavily pregnant mate to tend to duties? His smile remained alight on his face regardless of his thoughts, though.
That was one skill he had mastered.
"Perhaps you'd want to go hunting." He laughed lightly with the latter statement. Fawnskip was a talented huntress - that was far from debatable - and the tom couldn't help but remember the days of their youth when the two would go out in search of prey together, fondness encapsulating his face with the memories. "Knowing you, you'd somehow catch more prey than me even while in this state, though."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 20, 2020 14:49:24 GMT -5
Admittedly in the midst of her discomfort, the image her mate's words brought to mind left a smile etched into her gentle expression. Imagining tiny kittens desperately grooming their fur in preparation of meeting their mother was a quiet sweet image, as ludicrous as it was. She lowered her head briefly and rasped her tongue once more against her rounded side. "They could come out looking like drowned rats for all I care," she said quietly, to whom her words were directed it wasn't entirely clear. "As long as their safe and healthy," her words were more solemn than her glittering eyes might have suggested. But she added with something more akin to her usual tone, "And come out at all," she said with a grumble. Her suggestion would have brought colour to her cheeks had it been possible for the queen, suddenly all too aware of how much the smell of the wilds around camp still clung to her coat. Of all cats her observant mate was unlikely to miss that, and today of all days she wasn't in the mood for a lecturing, particularly not from her mate. "Unless you want to deal with a queen kitting in the middle of the territory," she said with a shake of her head. It was sod's law, the moment she passed the camp's entrance would be the second this all began, some cruel trick from StarClan just to torment her all the more. "I think that's probably a bad idea, at least not for a moon or so." May the stars forbid she was left like this for another moon, she would surely explode. But now even the journey about camp felt eternal, despite having been stood in place for a few moments now. Her breathless panting continued, and the discomfort seemed only to spread no matter how she shifted to try to find more comfort. She sighed, shaking her head. "I think we've had enough ventures for the morning," her tone begrudging but light. That and she knew as much as she loved her mate; he no doubt had other things to be getting on with. More important duties than worrying about the very pregnant shecat. She looked back to Littleglow, her lips parted to say something but the sound was stolen from her before she could manage. She cringed, lowering her head and bracing. Thinking nothing of it than a particularly harsh round of kicking, she looked up. Eyes watering lightly but tone nothing out of the ordinary. "Thanks for looking after me for a little while, Littleglow," her tone was genuine. "But I'm not feeling so good, I might see if I can get some more sleep."
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 20, 2020 15:38:56 GMT -5
The old tom let out a snort at Cedarscar reminiscing about the days before they had retired to the elder's den. He shot her a knowing look as he pawed through the herb store, knocking bundles carelessly aside and scattering bits of leaves along the floor of the cave. "Maybe I should 'ave just let your leg fall off when I had the chance," He muttered, pushing aside a clump of juniper berries with his paw. "I assume without it you wouldn't'a been any use catching prey for anyone then." Oatfur gave a wheezing laugh at this, his shoulders shaking with the effort. He hooked a few fennel leaves on his claw and set them on the ground between him and Cedarscar.
"Now where does Littlepaw keep that damned daisy nowadays?" He muttered, mostly to himself with a soft hiss. If this was still his den, at least this organization would still make sense. Had he taught her nothing? Starclan help Sladeclan if these were the paws their health was left in. But with a little aha! of triumph, the tom scooped out a small stack of dark, oval shaped leaves and added them to the fennel. "That should be good." He murmured, pawing through the herbs and nodding. "Unless you're interested in a generous helpin' of poppy seeds, eh ol' Cedarscar?" The old medicine cat added with another rasping chuckle.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 20, 2020 15:48:01 GMT -5
Protect Oatfur at all costs.
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 20, 2020 15:50:22 GMT -5
[ i honestly love the old man so much. xD ]
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Post by rose on Apr 20, 2020 19:24:48 GMT -5
Duskshade
Duskshade looked up from her place far from the fresh-kill pile, a small bird snagged between her well worn claws. A rustle was what had caught the molly's attention - an indicator that someone new had approached the area. Her ears perked at the familiar brown form of Oddeye, and her mouth opened to speak instinctively. "Hey," she mewled quickly. In truth, the tom was one she felt bad for, and who could blame her? The two were around the same age, and yet, Oddeye had only ever gotten his warrior name moons after she had received hers. And after all that work, what did the tom receive as his name? Oddeye. "Do you want to share something?" She continued. For one, Duskshade knew that the tom had just woken up, so she could only presume he was hungry; secondly, in all honesty, the molly never truly felt right about taking from the fresh-kill pile. StarClan knew that she was never one who had been able to contribute any significance in the size of the large pile, so who was she to take something for herself?
She had yet to see the mouse the tom had taken for himself, though, and when her eyes landed on it, the she-cat smirked - her mind completely disregarding her latter question. "So you spend all morning dozing off and skip out on patrols - then you come eat some fresh-kill. Wow, Oddeye." The molly shook her head, a playful disappointment washing over her face. "I expected better of you."
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 20, 2020 21:02:33 GMT -5
[ let me know if it's still okay if i jump into this. also Flintkit is finished, let me know if she looks alright! ~ ]The little tabby she-kit had been asleep in the nursery when Hawkkit had made his great escape from their mother. Eaglekit had learned at this point to sleep through Dustberry's typical panic-stricken waking, and she had remained snuggled into the moss of her nest for most of Hawkkit's excursion. However now, with her mother's warmth missing and Owlkit kicking her uncomfortably in the belly as she slept, Eaglekit got drowsily to her paws, blinking her eyes heavily against the light of the nursery. She frowned when she saw the den was absent of all except for herself and her sister. The tabby gave a little leap over the lip of her families nest before skittering outside of the cave, her yellow eyes round as she looked around.
It didn't take long for her ears to swivel in the direction of Dustberry's scolding, and Eaglekit let out an amused little purr. Hawkkit was frequently the subject of Dustberry's lectures and it looked like the their mother was just getting started this morning. However, Eaglekit's eye grew a little wider when she noticed that Hawkkit's victim today had been none other than Shadowstar. It looked like he was moving up in the wold, graduating from his usual punching bags, which were none other than herself and her sister. A bit taken aback by her brother's unabashed bravery, the little tabby stumbled toward the congregation, bits of moss still clinging to her bed-raggled fur and the tip of her nose.
"Wow!" Eaglekit gasped, her yellow eyes sparkling as she bundled over to her brother and mother, looking up at them curiously. "What happened Mama? Did Hawkkit fight Shadowstar? Did he win? Did he, Mama, did he?" The tabby squeaked, looking shamelessly from her brother to the leader, her question innocently genuine, the molly not realizing how much offense could be taken to this statement. Eaglekit was too naive to realize what little chance her brother would stand in an actual fight, let alone one with a clan leader.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 20, 2020 21:06:09 GMT -5
She is a precious bean and I will protect her at all costs XD And it’s fine for you to have jumped in I’ll reply in the morning as I’m knackered. XD Eaglekit is equally adorable, I will hurt when he dies.
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Apr 20, 2020 21:07:53 GMT -5
[ flint is my little tom-boy baby. <3 and yeahhh, that was my goal, but now i'm starting to feel really bad about it. (': eagle is too precious for this world so she's getting taken out of it. ]
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