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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 8, 2020 22:41:39 GMT -5
[ all of my cats ages are tentative because they have family and i can't remember the exact ages xD i'll have to check discord since half my characters are siblings with fea's two.
oakscar - 60 moons - did live through war moonspots - 40-50 moons? - did live through the war (papa was nightstar so... lol) poppynose - 30-40 moons - lived in the war
rainpaw - 10/11 moons - never seen battle before. ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 8, 2020 22:41:49 GMT -5
Thanks Niss! And you too Blaze!
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Post by вєвє on May 8, 2020 22:41:53 GMT -5
OCC:Branch's mom would probably be Nightstar's sister. After seeing her son's temper and how much he reminded her of her brother she fled the clan. (Horrible mom) All of mine are on Loststar's side. Branch might drift towards Darkforest as time goes on.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2020 22:42:15 GMT -5
(Hollywing and Drizzlefoot were both warriors. I imagined Hollywing as being an apprentice around the same time as Loststar, with a few moons difference between them, and Drizzlefoot was already a senior warrior by the time of the final battle.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 8, 2020 22:43:43 GMT -5
That all sounds good to me also whoop whoop 15 pages?
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Post by вєвє on May 8, 2020 22:44:33 GMT -5
OCC:Whoooo!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 8, 2020 22:49:05 GMT -5
Also a clarification that might be helpful, all the StarClan/dark forest cats I have listed on the front page (I’ve yet to add new ones) are open for anyone to roleplay, naturally you are welcome to specify if you have made one/wish to that only you wish to roleplay them, just thought it would be handy to make that known.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2020 22:53:18 GMT -5
(I didn't even realize how many warriors the clan had until I realized I needed to account for everybody that would have been on Loststar's side during the final battle lol. I'm assuming those who took Nightstar's side either all died or any survivors were exiled)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 8, 2020 22:54:53 GMT -5
I know this clan got frigging huge really quickly like holy hell guys I’m going with the narrative that most died or were exiled, though it might be interesting for a few to maybe still secretly exist within the ranks?
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2020 22:56:40 GMT -5
(Yeah I could imagine within the confusion of a civil war some cats could pretend they had supported Loststar, or they could've lied and said they were threatened into supporting Nightstar or smth.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 8, 2020 22:57:39 GMT -5
RidgeClan’s deatheaters as it were
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 8, 2020 22:57:58 GMT -5
[ oh man if moonspots dies, panthershadow won't have any family ;-; ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 8, 2020 22:59:10 GMT -5
New perogative: protect Moonspots.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 8, 2020 23:04:55 GMT -5
[ moonspots is in such a weird place.
Like he helped Loststar kill his own father... because in his head, he needed to cruel to gain his father's respect. Now, I can't tell if he is a good cat or a dark forest cat or just both. I feel like he would want to make panther "happy" but also still wants his parents approval; even if they are in the dark forest.
my bean is being pulled in so many directions but he acts like he is fine ;-; ily moon moon ]
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on May 8, 2020 23:06:40 GMT -5
Birchwhisker
Birchwhisker decided early on that, if he was going to be out of camp, he may as well make himself useful and hunt. The sun was fully out at this point, but his pale fur would hopefully reflect the newleaf warmth. He had already caught a squirrel that was buried beside a nearby tree. He wandered around the pines, his mouth partly open for the scent of prey. Closer to camp, the large warrior found a sparrow paying no mind to what was going on around it as it pecked at the earth. The warrior narrowed his eyes, then quickly dropped into a neat crouch and began to stalk. One paw after another... slowly and gently... calm breathing... Something rustled nearby, and the bird lifted its head in alarm before flapping away. He was lucky it didn't call out in alarm and scare everything around it away as well. Birchwhisker stood back up and snapped his head toward the noise. Whatever, or whoever, it was seemed to be just lumbering through the forest. He could see the new queen Morningfur coming from the direction of camp, and his tail lashed. "Watch what you're doing," he meowed out to her, trying his best not to growl.
((do not be mean to the pregnant lady sir))
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 8, 2020 23:07:03 GMT -5
This clan will break my heart and I for one am down for it!
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2020 23:29:48 GMT -5
(finished the thing!! a very short minific interpretation of the final battle, if yall want me to post here. only 8902 characters.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 8, 2020 23:41:35 GMT -5
I mean you can’t just say something like that and NOT expect me to want to see it XD go ahead!
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2020 23:42:32 GMT -5
(Sorry if it's bad lol)
"It ends here." Nightstar's voice was impossibly cold, and his gaze was even more frigid, but moons of civil war had hardened the many warriors standing behind Lostrose, and they refused to look away, fur bristling along spines and ears folding back. With the sheer amount of cats present, it was clear that this battle would make every one before look like a minor skirmish. Lostrose regretted that the battle couldn't have happened outside the camp, and already her gaze flicked about, checking each den, her ears swiveling and tail flicking to signal which ones needed to be protected. Nightstar had long ago proven he was not above harming the innocent. But she trusted the warriors who had taken her side to fight to the last for the sake of their clan. They had joined her in expectation of this moment, and even if they didn't all make it, she believed RidgeClan would be free of Nightstar by the time the sun rose. Rain began pattering down in a thick sheet, plastering every cats' pelt to their skin and churning the dirt beneath them to mud. Panthershadow had commented on the dark, heavy clouds earlier in the day, and her warriors had already prepared to battle in the slick conditions. Oakscar was crouched on a rock next to Wolfshadow, the bulky toms glaring down from their perch as their claws dug into the slick boulder, hackles raised as their eyes flicked over the crowd, clearly picking out their targets. Coalwhisker had vanished from her side, and from the corner of her eye should could see him moving backward through the crowd, edging his way to the vulnerable nursery, where a nursing queen ducked her head anxiously, crouching over her kits. She could see Panthershadow's dark pelt slinking the in shadows of the medicine den, herbs gathered and prepared to treat any injured cats. Birchpaw, who always put up a strong front, now looked like he was going to be sick, his claws digging into the mud and his eyes glistening with anxiety at the prospect of fighting his former clanmates to the death. Morningfur and Goldstripe were pressed tightly together, the siblings baring sharp teeth, and Drizzlefoot had already slunk to the edge of her group, ready to attack any of Nightstar's cats from the side, the senior warrior seemingly already picking out any major threats. Hollywing and Junipertail were easy to identify, their slim bodies standing out within the group of bulky, well-muscled cats, but their lean forms lent them the advantage of speed and agility, and the two were half-crouched, ready to dart forward faster than their clanmates ever, with Moonspots ready to bring up their rear. She was dubious of the bengal tom's motivations, but any support was accepted, even if she wasn't quite sure he was taking her side for the best reasons. Poppynose, who had been quiet and contemplative for nearly as long as Lostrose had known her, now looked as fierce as a lion, and Thistlestripe, though he looked heartbroken and torn to be opposing Riverrose, stood firm by her side. There wasn't a yowl, or a command. One flick of the ear from Lostrose, and the warriors exploded into battle, the air filled with shrieks of pain and fury and the mud quickly stained with blood. She had made it clear- they were to fight like rogues. The warrior code was set aside for this battle- they would kill who they could, and ensure Nightstar's regime was decimated beyond repair. Nightstar himself had vanished in the storm of fur and claws, and Lostrose was left to slash the eyes of a large, grey tabby who had attempted to leap down on her from a rock. Poppynose tackled the blinded tom away, the two becoming a tussling streak of silver and ginger pelts. "Don't waste your time with cats like these. Find Nightstar!" Poppynose snapped when she had a moment to breathe, before the tom blindly leaped forward, re-engaging the ginger warrior despite his clawed out eyes and bleeding belly. The battle had reached full swing, and already Lostrose had to leap over the corpse of a brown she-cat who's throat had been torn out- Timberclaw, she recalled, who had spent her free time bullying Lostrose when the smaller she-cat had been merely an apprentice. Birchpaw was struggling with a large golden tabby, until Oakscar charged in to help the apprentice handle the bigger cat. Coalwhisker had entirely obscure the entrance to the nursery with his body and was enduring the strikes of a white she-cat, and Lostrose moved to help him, but he flicked his gaze over to her, and shook his head as he swiped at his opponent. Like Poppynose, he clearly thought she had a cat more important to take care of. Lostrose barely had a moment to think before she was knocked over from behind, moving to wiggle out from beneath the orange tabby tom above her, as Lionsoar snapped his jaws downward to tear into her neck, but she shifted to avoid it, allowing the tom to snap at empty air as she flipped, digging her hind claws into his stomach. He suddenly buckled, and she could see Honeystrike on his back, tearing her own claws down his spine, and together, the two she-cats tore into the screeching tom, until he finally collapsed, twitching feebly. Honeystrike took the chance to finish off the now feeble-looking tom, before she gave a curt nod to Lostrose and charged back into a screeching knot of warriors. She saw a calico pelt tear away from the battle, streaking for the entrance to the camp- Riverrose, attempting to flee when she realized the battle was going poorly for Nightstar. For a moment, Lostrose thought she would get away- despite her words, she knew many of her warriors were killing with great reluctance, and Riverrose was already almost gone- why not just let her go? Suddenly, two black streaks passed her, and Riverrose tumbled as Junipertail and Hollywing raced forward to catch her, swiping at either side of her. The two she-cats used their speed to their advantage, darting away from the larger calico's clumsy strikes before sneaking in jabs and swipes. Riverrose looked exhausted as the sisters wore her down, before both lunged, claws aimed for her throat. Lostrose heard, from somewhere in the battle, Thistlestripe giving a howl of grief as Riverrose collapse, light fading from her eyes- as horrid as she had been, she was the mother of his kit, after all. The battle was slowing as Nightstar's warriors fell, the cats clearly unprepared for the ferocity, the sheer lack of mercy, that her warriors were showing. Finally, she caught a glimpse of midnight black fur. The massive tom was engaged in combat with Wolfshadow, and the two had clearly been at it for a while, with both cats covered in scratches and bite marks. Nightstar finally seemed to gain the upper hand, swiping Wolfshadow to the side and stepping over the body of a fallen warrior, who Lostrose recognized with a pang of grief as Bloomlight, a pale grey she-cat who had eagerly supported Lostrose as soon as the war began. The battle seemed to almost part for them, and Lostrose's slow prowl turned into a dash as the two met in the center of the storm. Nighstar's claws slipped off the mud that coated Lostrose's pelt, and she used the chance to overturn him, the two practically flipping over each other as each struggled to gain and keep the upper paw. However, her warriors had done their best to keep Lostrose in as good condition as possible. Nightstar, battle hungry and blood thirsty, had worn himself down with Wolfshadow, as well as any warriors he had killed to get to Lostrose. Fire burning in her stomach at this thought, she pressed her claws in harder, Nightstar now struggling to get her off, but lacking the energy to do so. She had not doubts he was on his last life. The warpath he had marched down ensured that, lives flowing away as they were lost to pointless battle after pointless battle. Her jaws lunged forward, sinking deep into her former leader's neck, and the tom gave a choked noise that sounded almost like a frightened mewl, his struggles becoming more feeble as she squeezed harder and harder, until the tom went still, and the tang of blood overwhelmed her sense. She pulled away, realizing how quiet it had gotten. While she had finished off the tyrant, her warriors had dealt with the last of Nightstar's warriors, subduing those who surrendered and killing those who hadn't. Panthershadow was rushing among the cats, pulling aside those who couldn't wait any longer for treatment, and many of the scarred felines began to seek out friends and loved ones, giving cries of joy if they were found and wails of sorrow if there was only a body waiting for them. Lostrose shook her shock away, leaping up to a nearby rock, where she could get the attention of RidgeClan- her clan, she realized. The cats looked up to her, bloody and battered but mostly alive. Looking to her for guidance, now that they were free of Nightstar once and for all.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 8, 2020 23:50:52 GMT -5
That was actually really fun to read Nettle! I loved reading your take on it and how you involved everyone!
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 8, 2020 23:54:13 GMT -5
[ that is very nice, Nettle <3 great work! ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 8, 2020 23:56:10 GMT -5
[ i need to find some posts. i think poppy is back on page 10 and panther is page 12? and then i gotta find oak & lost
ooo i lowkey forgot about the handy dandy search bar within a thread. ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 9, 2020 0:02:21 GMT -5
The search bar saves my tail a lot of the time Shan’t lie
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 9, 2020 2:11:39 GMT -5
The warrior was content to fall into comfortable silence. She watched Panthershadow work with focused interest, her eyes trailing his moments. It must feel weird for medicine cat to deal with more mundane injuries. Sometimes her scar on her belly still ached but she knew that tom couldn't do anything to keep her with that. She couldn't tell if it was real pain nowadays.
Poppynose wrinkled her nose. The wet fur seemed to chill as she held up her paw in front of her. Her gaze focused absently on at the torn claw. "Thank you for the heads up," she muttered under her breath with a gentle huff, watching as Panthershadow mixed up the herbs. She held her paw steady as he applied the poultice to her wound. Poppynose couldn't help the slight wince at the sharp but quickly ebbing pain. At least, no-one could accuse Panthershadow of being a liar.
[ i kinda feel like toying with the idea where poppynose's scar has caused her to be sterile. Fea said the word barren and my tired brain is like “that’s sound better than sterile” ayee. ]
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Post by aether on May 9, 2020 3:24:51 GMT -5
[ anyone want to rp? i have both my characters (jackdawstrike and featherfall) available ]
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Post by вєвє on May 9, 2020 5:54:13 GMT -5
OCC:
RP: Morningfur blinked I’m surprised and felt her chest fur rise and her pelt heat up in embarrassment. She was trying to be quiet... but her now swollen belly was a bit of a nightmare as she stalked through the undergrowth. Her tail flicked and she quickly licked her chest before mewing an apology. “I’m sorry... I- I was trying to stalk a bird I scented... I guess I sound like a lopsided badger...” she chuckled though sheepishly... she was one of the best hunters in the clan and always took pride in the fact she could hunt and track on silent paws. “I was just bored laying around camp... It’s getting a little crowded in the nursery, seems like all three of us are getting as round as bull frogs... Panthershadow even said we’re all due around the same times... we’ll have a boom of kits and apprentices by leafbare.” She mewed again nervously as she realized she was babbling and should probably head back to camp. She had been looking for Quake the Tom who was to be the father of her kits and had gotten hungry not long after leaving the camp. She’ll have to ask Panthershadow if being so hungry all the time was normal.
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Post by вєвє on May 9, 2020 5:55:29 GMT -5
OCC: I think I’ll make an elder today! Also sorry for being up so early on weekends I usually work 5am-12-3 pm ASM at my store... yay. But it’s been slow thanks to the cough cough bs.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 9, 2020 11:48:54 GMT -5
I’m unsure of what to do guys as honeystrike hasn’t been on in a week, and they roleplay the deputy.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 9, 2020 13:37:19 GMT -5
(I'm here!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 9, 2020 13:37:56 GMT -5
Good afternoon Sky!
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