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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 14:17:18 GMT -5
Alrighty! ^^
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 14:19:36 GMT -5
All links added in! Coalwhisker was hard considering trying to find a cat with all his injuries (or even a couple without some very scary searches) so I just settled for le stumpy tail XD
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 14:20:34 GMT -5
Fab! I shall add later today thank you
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 6, 2020 14:25:34 GMT -5
[ aw nec, your handwriting is neat & cute <3 mine is an odd mix of cursive and print xD lol
yes, i love childhood besties <3
ooo if y'all ever need an easy photo editor, use pixlr.com c: its free! ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 14:28:15 GMT -5
I'll screenshot that for when my professors are complaining.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 14:28:36 GMT -5
Flamehowl. Nodding, the scarred tom cat led the way from the meadow at a steady pace. His movements stiff and careful, large paws leaving prints in the grass as he travelled. An ear perked in the direction of his mate as he moved, but otherwise he was content to journey in silence, as was the norm for the old tom cat. By the time they were free of the prying eyes of the camp, he turned his gaze to his mate. Now they were free from anyone who might potentially be nosying around - the chances were minimal but that didn't make the warrior any less cautious. "Where do you want to go?" He asked, for the first time brushing himself against hers in something of a more affectionate and gentle greeting than the grufness he had displayed before. "And what do you want to talk about?" He added. The warrior tried not to be worrisome, but it was largely imprinted in his bones by now. He tried not to second guess and overthink, but as far as he was concerned it was miraculous that he had snatched a mate in the first place. Now he worried she might well have realised how much of a mistake that was, and they journeyed outside of camp to put an end to their relationship. Willowstream was in a daze as they walked out of the camp, her brain working as she tried to think about how she was planning on revealing the news to him. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she neglected to pay attention to where she put her paws, and ended up tripping on a root a couple times. Despite her scattered thoughts, she appreciated his presence beside her, like a warm sun, and she curled her tail against his affectionately. She was too engrossed in her thoughts to even notice his first question, but the second finally snapped her back to reality. I just need to say it. She decided firmly. There's no dancing around the bush. Whatever his reaction is, you need to face it. She stepped forward, padding up and swiveling so she faced him. Her ears perked for just a moment to see if she could hear any other cats nearby. Detecting none, she took a deep breath, and paused for a second, as if considering her words one last time, and then she meowed, "I'm pregnant."
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 14:29:07 GMT -5
[ aw nec, your handwriting is neat & cute <3 mine is an odd mix of cursive and print xD lol
yes, i love childhood besties <3
ooo if y'all ever need an easy photo editor, use pixlr.com c: its free! ] Perfect! Wanna RP? c: )
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 6, 2020 14:31:36 GMT -5
[ do it xD also "Oakscar, Tigerfrost and Wolfshadow are mates." rofl.i guess they are friends... or should be xD do we have any family drama going on between the bros?
sure! i will requote rainpaw's thingy for you. ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 6, 2020 14:32:12 GMT -5
Rainpaw with open / tags
The pale feline was lying in the middle of apprentice, all stretched out and comfortable on the thick moss flooring of den. It was something that Rainpaw worked on all day when she moved into the den. She appreciated the comfort of thick bedding, it made her feel like she was still warm and cozy in the nursery. She absently batting at moss ball that she had made a few days ago. Her whiskers twitching in faint amusement as she swatted gently at it. It was nice to relax for awhile. She knew that she needed to get up... and check on the queens and elders before finding her mentor.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 14:33:48 GMT -5
I might be a little poofy I'm playing games with friends at a distance! I'll try to get on occasionally
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 14:34:26 GMT -5
I wasn't paying enough attention XD
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 6, 2020 14:46:47 GMT -5
I should be getting replies up sometime today!
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Post by aether on May 6, 2020 14:48:22 GMT -5
[ hey Nec, did my character Featherfall sound okay? I'd like her to be the rebel if that's okay? ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 14:55:57 GMT -5
That's absolutely fine
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 15:00:44 GMT -5
Rainpaw with open / tags
The pale feline was lying in the middle of apprentice, all stretched out and comfortable on the thick moss flooring of den. It was something that Rainpaw worked on all day when she moved into the den. She appreciated the comfort of thick bedding, it made her feel like she was still warm and cozy in the nursery. She absently batting at moss ball that she had made a few days ago. Her whiskers twitching in faint amusement as she swatted gently at it. It was nice to relax for awhile. She knew that she needed to get up... and check on the queens and elders before finding her mentor. Martenpaw sighed as he got out of his nest, slowly shaking the loose moss and lichen out of his dark fur. The movement was slow and hollow, as if he didn't care if his fur was dirty but simply wanted to look as if he was making an effort. He stretched out each paw, muscles and joints stiff from being cramped up in a den that had gotten too small for him. The tom had always been large, but now that he was moons too old for the den, it seemed even more suffocating for him. He let out a small sigh. It seemed as if the clan had no idea what to do with him. He wasn't good enough to be a warrior, he wasn't meant to be a medicine cat, he couldn't even have kits. What was he good for? He scowled out of the entrance of the apprentice den into the light beyond, where no doubt, his next mentor would be waiting. He hadn't been notified of the appointment yet. No doubt, he was the first apprentice to go through four mentors, so he doubted there was precedence in the matter. Finally, he began to make his way out of the den to go collect moss. He had long been dismissed of hunting and fighting practice. All he was made to do now was collect moss and odd jobs around camp.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 15:01:20 GMT -5
aether Feathertalon Did either of you want to RP? ^^)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 15:07:40 GMT -5
Flamehowl. The old tom looked like he was about to have a heart attack where he stood. He looked back at her, blinking slowly. Trying to process anything of what had been just said. How odd how easily two words could change his life all at once. For a brief, cruel moment he considered whether this might be some horrible prank, that heartbeats later the seriousness of her features would devolve into laughter that he had fallen for it even for a second. But an eternity passed and her expression didn't shift an inch, except perhaps to fall a beat as she realised how horrified her mate was at the revelation she had delivered. When it seemed he had composed himself even slightly, or at least he had perhaps realised his pregnant pause was incredibly insulting, the scarred warrior remembered how to use his tongue somewhat cohesively. "How far along?" Perhaps not the first question his mate might have been hoping for. Willowstream was in a daze as they walked out of the camp, her brain working as she tried to think about how she was planning on revealing the news to him. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she neglected to pay attention to where she put her paws, and ended up tripping on a root a couple times. Despite her scattered thoughts, she appreciated his presence beside her, like a warm sun, and she curled her tail against his affectionately. She was too engrossed in her thoughts to even notice his first question, but the second finally snapped her back to reality. I just need to say it. She decided firmly. There's no dancing around the bush. Whatever his reaction is, you need to face it. She stepped forward, padding up and swiveling so she faced him. Her ears perked for just a moment to see if she could hear any other cats nearby. Detecting none, she took a deep breath, and paused for a second, as if considering her words one last time, and then she meowed, "I'm pregnant."
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 6, 2020 15:21:07 GMT -5
Rainpaw with Martenpaw / ~Skyblaze~
Shuffling drew the pale feline's attention and she titled her head back to blink around the den. Green eyes traced Martenpaw as he left his nest and drift towards the exit. Her whiskers twitched; he must be lost in thoughts again, she thought before a jolt of annoyance shot through her. Even though, he was worried about his problems, he didn't have to pretend that she didn't exist.
Rainpaw pushed herself to her paws. She glanced down at her pelt for a swift moment, good, no moss bits or burrs before moving to leave the den after Martenpaw. "Martenpaw," she meowed before scowling, realizing the large tom was already out of earshot, freakishly long legs, before picking up the pace to a job, "Martenpaw!" she greeted him again, her voice a little breathless from rushing over. "What are you doing?" she asked with bright eyes, "Also hello to you too." The pale feline huffed, still bitter about the fact that he walked right past her in the apprentice den like she was indivisible. She was practically a white cat in a darkish den, Rainpaw did not like feeling ignored or snubbed.
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 6, 2020 15:23:37 GMT -5
I’ve got Pumpkinsnow open!!
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 15:23:50 GMT -5
Willowstream waited, eyes wide with anticipation at his reaction, only for the sinking feeling of dismay to cloud her as the silence stretched between them, like a yawning maw of doubt and disappointment. She searched his face carefully for any sign of happiness or excitement, and as she found none, as she only saw the horror reflected in is grey gaze, her ears felt flat, and the elation slowly evaporated from her chest. She flinched visibly at the question, as if he'd raked his claws across her face. It was no response any new queen wanted from their mate upon first hearing the news. "I just found out this morning." She replied, her voice tight and barely above a whisper. Her mew was thick with tension at the next words. "I wanted you to be the first to know." Her head was low, like an apprentice being chastised by their mentor. Why did he hesitate? Why was that his first question? Isn't he happy? And then, the most terrifying. Does he not want them?
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 15:28:23 GMT -5
I’ve got Pumpkinsnow open!! (Any of my cats you'd like to RP with? ^^ I've got open - Thistlestripe - the grumpy but goodhearted senior warrior who's a veteran of the battle Mothdapple - The frank and outgoing young warrior who isn't afraid to speak her mind Hazelpaw - The innocent and naive medicine cat apprentice Coalwhisker - the warrior-aged elder who was horribly injured in the battle but has a heart of gold and always has time for others take your pick!)
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 6, 2020 15:34:05 GMT -5
Her and Coal sound like they’d be fun! I’ve got a starter for pumpkin a few pages back that I can quote c;
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 15:36:27 GMT -5
Rainpaw with Martenpaw / ~Skyblaze~
Shuffling drew the pale feline's attention and she titled her head back to blink around the den. Green eyes traced Martenpaw as he left his nest and drift towards the exit. Her whiskers twitched; he must be lost in thoughts again, she thought before a jolt of annoyance shot through her. Even though, he was worried about his problems, he didn't have to pretend that she didn't exist.
Rainpaw pushed herself to her paws. She glanced down at her pelt for a swift moment, good, no moss bits or burrs before moving to leave the den after Martenpaw. "Martenpaw," she meowed before scowling, realizing the large tom was already out of earshot, freakishly long legs, before picking up the pace to a job, "Martenpaw!" she greeted him again, her voice a little breathless from rushing over. "What are you doing?" she asked with bright eyes, "Also hello to you too." The pale feline huffed, still bitter about the fact that he walked right past her in the apprentice den like she was indivisible. She was practically a white cat in a darkish den, Rainpaw did not like feeling ignored or snubbed. The sound of crackling branches behind him alerted him to the presence of one of his denmates, and shortly after, he heard his name. He turned, hackles raising, only to lie flat when he recognized the speaker. "Oh. Hullo, Rainpaw." He mumbled, leaf-green gaze matching hers for a brief second before flicking to stare at the ground. He had known Rainpaw since his days as a kit in the nursery, and while those days he would have been happy to match her fire and enthusiasm for life, his time in the apprentice den had dwindled that excitement. He was well aware that though he was older, she was well on track to becoming a warrior before him, and he was quite sure she viewed him - like most of the clan - at best a nuisance, and at worst, a burden. "I was on my way to collect moss." He explained quietly, with a flick of his tail in the direction of the Ancient Willow. "It's my duty for the day." He neglected to explain that he was out of mentor once more. There was no need. The whole Clan would know when Loststar held his apprentice ceremony for the fourth humiliating time. He could scarcely remember the excitement and happiness of the first. The two that had come after had been filled only with shame and guilt.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 15:36:55 GMT -5
Her and Coal sound like they’d be fun! I’ve got a starter for pumpkin a few pages back that I can quote c; Sure have at it! ^^
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 6, 2020 15:37:37 GMT -5
Pumpkinsnow » Having not been called on any patrols for the day so far, Pumpkinsnow found herself in camp, and while awake, it was clear that she was tired. Sleep had not come to her through the night, and now she was certainly hurting because of that. It wasn't unusual for her to go without sleep for a night - after living through an all out war the creamy white and ginger molly was plagued with nightmares more often than not that kept her up and had her on edge. Not that she wasn't on edge all the time in the first place, but the dreams only made things worse.
Doing her best to keep out of the way of Clanmates that were actually busy and fulfilling their duties as a Clan cat, Pumpkinsnow was hid away in a corner of camp, her frail, bony body curled in on itself as she lay there in hopes that she could at least take it easy; she knew she should be out there doing something for her Clan, but between her general nervousness and her lack of sleep, Pumpkinsnow knew there was no way she'd be able to do anything productive. She wouldn't even be able to catch a sleeping, blind mouse if she tried. So the apprentice-sized feline stayed where she was, observing the Clan in silence through tired, blue eyes.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 15:44:56 GMT -5
Flamehowl. The tom was torn between genuine horror, and burning delight at the news. He had never expected to become a mate, let alone have a family. And now that seemed inevitable he was terrified of it. He was a tom built for war and destruction, it had been all he had known for a long time, in what version of reality would he ever manage to be a good father. But it was Willowstorm, the shecat he loved more than anything in the world. The shecat he would defeat the entirety of the clan for without hesitating. But that didn't negate the fact fatherhood terrified him. The certainty he would turn out to be just as terrible at it as his own parents had been, that the life he had lived had ruined any chance of it. "I don't know what to think," he whispered quietly at last. He didn't want his mate's heart broken, but he couldn't lie to her either.
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Post by aether on May 6, 2020 15:47:30 GMT -5
[ I am at work for the next 8 hours so I might pop in every now and than but won't be able to RP until after C: ] [/fontu
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 16:02:53 GMT -5
Pumpkinsnow » Having not been called on any patrols for the day so far, Pumpkinsnow found herself in camp, and while awake, it was clear that she was tired. Sleep had not come to her through the night, and now she was certainly hurting because of that. It wasn't unusual for her to go without sleep for a night - after living through an all out war the creamy white and ginger molly was plagued with nightmares more often than not that kept her up and had her on edge. Not that she wasn't on edge all the time in the first place, but the dreams only made things worse.
Doing her best to keep out of the way of Clanmates that were actually busy and fulfilling their duties as a Clan cat, Pumpkinsnow was hid away in a corner of camp, her frail, bony body curled in on itself as she lay there in hopes that she could at least take it easy; she knew she should be out there doing something for her Clan, but between her general nervousness and her lack of sleep, Pumpkinsnow knew there was no way she'd be able to do anything productive. She wouldn't even be able to catch a sleeping, blind mouse if she tried. So the apprentice-sized feline stayed where she was, observing the Clan in silence through tired, blue eyes.
Coalwhisker let out a small sigh as he looked at the fresh-kill pile from across the camp where he lay outside the elder's den. He was hungry, and while it would have been perfectly reasonable for the crippled tom to have asked an apprentice to fetch him a piece, the jet-black warrior-turned-elder was far too stubborn. He was still a younger cat after all, and while he might not have the youthful energy of a young warrior anymore, he certainly wasn't some helpless old elder, he reasoned. With an efforted grunt, he heaved his frame to his paws and began the long limp across the Clan. Coalwhisker's actions were well known throughout the whole Clan. During the battle, the black-pelted tom had took it upon himself to defend the nursery, and the defenseless young cats within from the dark attackers. Though he suffered horrific injuries from the subsequent onslaught he had refused to back down, and when the dust finally settled, though the warrior lay motionless and bleeding, the nursery had remained untouched. The injuries of that day had forced him to retire. Long scars littered his body from nose to tail, his right paw and tail had been reduced to stumps, and his left eye was gone. Despite his appearance, he was still respected among the Clan for his sacrifice, particularly among the young cats and queens who had been in the nursery that day. While he still received stares and offhanded comments from kits and younger apprentices, he didn't mind. He knew how he looked.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 16:11:45 GMT -5
Flamehowl. The tom was torn between genuine horror, and burning delight at the news. He had never expected to become a mate, let alone have a family. And now that seemed inevitable he was terrified of it. He was a tom built for war and destruction, it had been all he had known for a long time, in what version of reality would he ever manage to be a good father. But it was Willowstorm, the shecat he loved more than anything in the world. The shecat he would defeat the entirety of the clan for without hesitating. But that didn't negate the fact fatherhood terrified him. The certainty he would turn out to be just as terrible at it as his own parents had been, that the life he had lived had ruined any chance of it. "I don't know what to think," he whispered quietly at last. He didn't want his mate's heart broken, but he couldn't lie to her either. His final reply sank into Willowstorm's heart like burning claws, and she let out a small noise of dismay. She could hear no joy or anticipation in his voice, only disappointment and uncertainty. And then the reality sunk in. He wanted no part of them. She hadn't heard anything from him that signaled otherwise. She loved him so much, and she thought that he would have been happy to start a family in this era of peace. Start a family with her. And as her maternal protectiveness stirred, the new queen felt the rejection of these kits so strongly, as if they were a rejection of her. And the dismay became anger. "Forget I said anything, then." She hissed, turning tail and storming away from him, fur bristling. Each step bubbled her stress, sadness, and anger at how he had reacted. She knew how the battle had changed him, how reserved and reticent he had become, but this hurt far deeper than anything. These kits were not even born yet, but she felt a deep connection to the already, and a strong desire to protect them at any cost. And I'll do it myself.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 16:14:19 GMT -5
(My Dark Forest cat is almost ready XD)
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