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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 12, 2020 21:09:28 GMT -5
( I did not see that, thank you for letting me know! c: )
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 12, 2020 21:23:59 GMT -5
anyone have kitties open??))
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Post by Brownie on Jul 13, 2020 11:54:12 GMT -5
[[ Lioncloud's probably the most open right now, there's a battle/scout patrol heading out and a hunting patrol in the works. getting replies up between some games ^^ ]]
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Post by 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 on Jul 13, 2020 12:22:19 GMT -5
I am,, very tired today and have work in a couple of hours. I'll try and reply tomorrow!)
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Post by Brownie on Jul 13, 2020 12:48:22 GMT -5
OOC {{ hope work goes easy on ya ^^ I miss working on code, messing with the little things on this was fun. its really messy now tho, but easier to type on the fly with font- instead of span- so }}
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Palethorn // Goldencrest, Pumpkinpatch -- hunting patrol
"Hunting sounds wonderful," Palethorn said. She stood, stretched, and kicked the rock that she had held under her paw into the grass. She was careful not to leave the shadows: it wasn't quite painful for the vampire, but it was more uncomfortable than she would care to admit too. Like the heat was a weight on her shoulders. "What direction are we headed today?" she asked, knowing Goldencrest would have a better idea of where prey was than she. And he was appointed patrol leader after all.
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Cirrusblaze // sleeping -- camp Cirrusblaze slept in a corner of the church, secreted away between two pews. This was a usual place for him, filled with a bit of moss and feathers for added confort against one of the pew's feet. He slept on the westward side, shading him from the early morning sun that would peek through the windows to the east. A perfect spot, he thought, for a mercenary that had been on the night patrol. Except he hadn't been on last night's late patrol, having taken two shifts the day before. His body, accustomed to his primarily nocturnal schedule, had assumed that because he had slept for seven hours, this must be noon when he was scheduled for patrol and slowly brought him awake.
The white tom stretched in his nest, peeking around the corner of the pew's wide base to look out on the rest of camp. Bright light assaulted him from a low angle, reprimanding his faulty internal clock for waking early. A snarl set upon his muzzle and he promptly turned a circle, flicking his tail over his nose as he buried his ears in the moss. Sleep would still come to him yet, he knew. It would be immensely boring to wake now, while his nest was still soft and warm and inviting.------------------
Lioncloud // Duskhound, Grimwolf, Midnightstar -- camp
Lioncloud looked up as he hit the bottom floor of the church. He was prepared to sneak by all his sleeping Clanmates --most of which had been out late hunting demons during the night hours. HallowedClan was never one for rising with the sun. But to his surprise, there was a small gathering of cats just beyond the staircase, including Midnightstar. Grimwolf, one of the young mercenaries, turned his way, allowing Lioncloud to see how unnerved the siblings looked. Even Midnightstar appeared somewhat worried. He wasn't going to pay much mind, preoccupied as he was with the new dye-plant still packaged in his jaws, but when he heard his brother's name in the mix he drifted closer, curious to see what had occurred. Even from this distance he couldn't smell any injury, and he still wasn't convinced that any of this concerned him at all. Maybe it was just a fox spotted on the border. Reason for a report to their leader, but nothing so dangerous as the demonkind that roamed the land by night.------------------
TAGS {{ little blu ♥ 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 }}
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Post by midnightember on Jul 13, 2020 16:26:50 GMT -5
OOC: I wondered if i could please clarify something before joining? Is queen a permanent rank in this clan or am I just misreading the main page, and could I possibly join as an s-rank cat?
I'll join either way, just wanted to be sure before putting forms together
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 13, 2020 16:34:43 GMT -5
( Take your time, Spark! I'm really sorry I was absent there for a hot second ~
I like your coding, Brownie, I think it looks really clean! I'll get replies up soon!
Hi Midinight! No, the queen rank works just like any other. c: Also, you may have an s-rank, thank you for checking beforehand! ^^
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Post by midnightember on Jul 13, 2020 16:40:55 GMT -5
OOC]: Amazing! This clan looks brilliant I look forward to compiling some characters!
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Post by Brownie on Jul 13, 2020 17:19:02 GMT -5
[[ ay thanks. its old code but I still like the greens. I love the way you did yours tho, the images and color coding make it super easy to follow characters.
and welcome !! it is an awesome concept I'm surprised more people haven't hopped on yet ]]
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 13, 2020 17:24:48 GMT -5
( Thanks to you both! I was a little worried no one would join, I know it's a lot of reading but Spark and I worked really hard ~ c:
Oh thank you! Snooze, another member on here made it for me! She's relatively new to coding but I love the work she's done for me! )
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Post by midnightember on Jul 13, 2020 18:13:49 GMT -5
OOC: My first form is up and I’ll add another in the morning, is it ok?
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Post by 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 on Jul 14, 2020 14:37:01 GMT -5
Duskhound -- in camp "Of course!" she replied cheerily, making her way over to the place where the tom usually slept. Duskhound doubted any cat would be happy to be woken up, but this was for a fight. Potentially. Who wouldn't be happy to do that? Needless to say, not ever cat thought like her "Cirrusblaze," she meowed "Midnightstar has asked for you. There's some interesting stuff going down at the Forbidden Shrine."
Goldencrest -- hunting patrol After a moments thought Goldencrest replied "Let's go to Little Rush River." of course, farther down and away from the Forbidden Shrine "Fishing is good right now." when no one complained he started to walk, leading the way. Goldencrest did not like being in charge of anything, really. He wasn't the type. But he was comfortable and good at chatting up others, so hopefully no one would complain that he was sent to lead the patrol.
Batpaw -- the stone circle The tom had just about become bored with the pacing when his ears pricked. He felt like someone was watching him, with his fur on end. Just as his brother leapt out of the shadows he turned just in time to take the play attack head on. The attack was still enough to bowl him over, but he rolled and shoved his brother off before rolling to his paws "That was quite the greeting." he mewed, voice kinder than usual. He was always happy to see his brother, even if he was usually far more pessimistic.
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 16, 2020 12:15:58 GMT -5
Grimwolf open // in camp ★★☾★★
Grimwolf walked towards the entrance of their camp, not seeing the need to wait with the others. He took a deep, calming breath as he settled himself into the shadows. He felt more at ease once he was out of the fray, off to the side. His paws itched to carry him back out into the territory... maybe to Ghastly Hollow. There was always a better chance of running into creatures in the ghost town and the gray tom felt the urge to sink his claws into something. Maybe they'd find the thing at the Forbidden Shrine? A mercenary could hope. Midnightstar with Forgottenlore // in camp ★★☾★★
The black furred she-cat watched as Duskhound padded off to wake Cirrusblaze, tilting her head thoughtfully. She wondered if she should try to take any exorcists. Seeing as they didn't know what they were dealing with, it might be a smart decision. Her gaze lingered on Lioncloud as he passed, smiling in greeting - if a bit distractedly.
She supposed she ought to take Forgottenlore, since she'd seen Pumpkinpatch leave the camp not too long ago. Leaping up the stairs, the agile molly entered the exorcist's den quickly, narrowly avoiding stepping on some trinket. Their den was always the most cluttered. "Forgottenlore?" she called, somehow knowing the tom wouldn't be in his nest downstairs and was already up here, getting a head start on his work.
Pumpkinpatch with Palethorn & Goldencrest // in camp ★★☾★★
The orange and white molly was more then happy to join in the hunting patrol, in fact she much preferred hunting to fighting. Unable to express this properly, the timid cat merely nodded to her two companions following along behind them by almost a whole tail-length. Pumpkinpatch wished she was better at communicating, it was her greatest weakness but her anxiety often kept her from trying to change her habits. The forest was full of life around the trio, Green-leaf was truly settling in.
Zephyrpaw with Batpaw // in camp ★★☾★★
"I was just checking your reflexes," Zephyrpaw snickered, his tone sarcastic. If anyone aside from his brother had been down here at this moment, they would have thought the apprentice was possessed. He only really let Batpaw see this side of him, the side that wasn't cold and indifferent. The light gray and black tom rolled to his own paws, shaking some loose dust out of his fur.
"What had you pacing, little brother?" it didn't matter that Batpaw had been born minutes before him, the tom was still smaller than him and Zephyrpaw would always tease him for that - playfully of course. Not that the tom was proud of his demonic size - his claws flexed at the thought. His demon heritage was a curse - nothing more.
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Post by midnightember on Jul 16, 2020 12:48:55 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for how rubbish I’ve been, had a mega busy couple of days. I wondered little blu ♥ if Grim and Dawn might be mate’s, I was perusing the front page and thought they had the potential to be a cute couple, but I understand if not
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Post by Brownie on Jul 16, 2020 19:38:19 GMT -5
OOC {{ yoyo its actually pretty funny that goldencrest pumpkinpatch and palethorn are on patrol as probably the worst three fighters. if something goes wrong they are absolutely screwed. also in a writing mood, everything's a bit longer than usual. I could have wrote for hours on Lion's daily tasks lmao }}
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Palethorn // Goldencrest, Pumpkinpatch -- hunting patrol
Palethorn nodded after Goldencrest's words, content with the choice. The best news was that Little Rush River passed close by to camp, with a few good fishing spots not that much farther down. The banks were a bit muddy there, but Palethorn didn't mind. It was near enough that it should be bare of any paranormal threats, and that was all that really mattered.The vampire recoiled slightly as they left the shade of the church and the sun hit her eyes. The warmth of it made her fur prickle and her ears tingle. She pressed them tightly to her head, suppressing the snarl of distaste that was tugging at her face. It would get easier to ignore as the day went on, she knew from a lifetime of experience. "Has the territory been quiet lately, Goldencrest?" she asked, more to distract herself from her discomfort than anything.------------------
Cirrusblaze // with Duskhound -- camp Cirrusblaze was only in a light sleep, not even sleeping, more just resting, when he heard Duskhound's voice calling his name from beside his nest. "Midnightstar has asked for you. There's some interesting stuff going down at the Forbidden Shrine." Cirrusblaze flicked his ears, acknowledging he had heard the mercenary's words, but stayed curled in his nest a few heartbeats longer. Something "interesting" in HallowedClan was never good.
But all the same, he rose from his nest and pulled himself out from beneath the pew into a deep stretch. He wanted to mention that he was on the noontide patrol in only a few short hours, but knew Midnightstar would probably already have thought to fill his place. She was usually on top of things like that. Besides, "interesting" meant a good opportunity for a fight, and Cirrusblaze, having missed last night's patrol, was all too ready for a good brawl. "So what happened?" the grey-and-white tom asked, wanting to know what he was getting his paws into.------------------ Lioncloud // open -- camp The group at the base of the stairs drifted apart. Midnightstar gave him a distracted smile and he figured that meant it wasn't anything extremely important. He shrugged and dismissed himself, trying to find a path to avoid the sleeping mercenaries as he made his way back to the corner of the church the medicine cats claimed as their own. He had to squeeze tightly to fit his bulk through the small entrance between the pews, moved to create a substantial barrier protecting the cats within. Silver coins littered the edges of the space, an extra precaution in the extreme case that the church walls were breached.
The space was small, but it was all Lioncloud's and he started pulling leaves from the gaps in the walls with confidence born of many moons daily ritual. He knew down to the leaf his stock, but still every third morning he pulled the leaves from the dusty corners to count and reorganize. Many of them required new packaging to keep them from moldering. Others needed to be moistened and then sunned so they wouldn't become brittle. Before he began, however, he took the dye-plant from its individual wrapping, rearranging it flat and dragging it to the southern side of the den where it would be in the sun's rays for many hours. After that, he could press it between the heavy pages of the healer's tome, perfectly preserving it for later examination.
With all that out of the way, Lioncloud began his usual sorting. He hummed as he worked, quiet but deep.
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TAGS {{ little blu ♥ 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 }}
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Post by 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 on Jul 16, 2020 20:32:59 GMT -5
Sorry for being poofy. I now have to work mandatory overtime, so I'll be working 50 hours a week. I feel bad about slowing y'all down! Totally feel free to skip my posts if necessary :3)
Duskhound -- in camp The she cat eagerly explained to the other what had happened. She said that they had been walking and hear a loud screeching from the Forbidden Shrine, and of course their leader had wanted to look into it "It's rare to actually hear something, other than the voices, from the shrine like that. It must be something interesting."
Goldencrest -- hunting patrol "It has been somewhat quiet, though green leaf is just arriving." the angel hybrid meowed, glancing over to his clan mate "I hope things continue to be as peaceful as they have been." he had decided to focus on the good instead of the slight unease. The Forbidden Shrine, the constant threat of paranormal attacks. Really, they had a lot to worry about. It was his philosophy to not bother with it until it became a problem.
Batpaw -- stone circle The tom scowled, swiping at his brother "Don't call me that." though, he didn't sound all that mad. Perhaps a bit miffed, but he knew his brother was joking "And I was pacing because I'm bored. Things have been dreary as of late and sitting around camp isn't going to do anything to it." if they were stuck in this paranormal hunting grounds they might as well do something. Just sitting around was too much for the tom.
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jul 16, 2020 21:38:39 GMT -5
[ i am so very excited that this came into being! <3 also i am back and will put up some characters now! ^^ ]
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Post by 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 on Jul 16, 2020 21:40:45 GMT -5
Oooo welcome back fox! Glad you're gonna join!)
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jul 16, 2020 21:48:23 GMT -5
[ thank you!! i'm hoping to eventually quit with the disappearing acts--things just get busy though. i'm so very excited for this clan though. ]
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Post by 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 on Jul 16, 2020 21:58:14 GMT -5
I know how you feel! I've been poofy lately as well haha)
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Post by Brownie on Jul 16, 2020 22:58:40 GMT -5
OOC {{ "mandatory overtime" sounds like violations of lots of union laws. hopefully you at least get double for those hours? :(
hey! welcome!! }}
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Palethorn // Goldencrest, Pumpkinpatch -- hunting patrol
"I do as well," Palethorn agreed. The quieter things were, the less likely she would be called out to fight. The ground was still cool beneath her paws, the early greenleaf sun not yet high enough to have gotten through the newleaf's chill. But the air was warm, the leaves fully green and turning with the wind. A perfect day, she thought. She trotted a few steps forward, following beside the angel-hybrid. His wings glinted golden in the morning light. Palethorn smiled, feeling lighter than she had in days. She turned back, making sure Pumpkinpatch was keeping up, sending the smile the shy she-cat's way.------------------
Cirrusblaze // with Duskhound -- camp The Forbidden Shrine. Of course, when things have to go wrong, they do so in the worst way. Cirrusblaze wasn't afraid of much, but the eerie sounds that came from that grove... That place was enough to give even a full blooded demon a good case of the creeps. Either way, he wasn't particularly interested in investigating something that, from the way Duskhound described it, could only lead to something worse. There was a difference, however slight, between fighting aberrations as their Clan did and deliberately searching out more trouble.
Of course, he would still go. Despite how bad an idea it was to delve deeper into the Forbidden Shrine, poking at the edges was something the Clan did daily, and it was close enough to their camp, central enough as part of their territory, that to leave it unchecked would be equally foolish. Cirrusblaze knew this. But still he shivered, and not because of the warm greenleaf air.
Screeching, Duskhound had said as they crossed the church to where Midnightstar waited. Even through his many moons, he couldn't think of anything that resided in the Forbidden Shrine that would do that, especially not after the dawn. Interesting indeed... ------------------ TAGS {{ 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 }}
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jul 16, 2020 23:09:27 GMT -5
[ i've got some characters up now. o: should i wait for blu to take a look or could i post some starters? ]
Bramblepaw ➳ in camp [ open ] The shaggy coated she-cat had been up surprisingly early on this particular morning. She had been wandering around in the mostly empty elder's den--aside from Scarletmoon, who she tactfully avoided--taking a look at some of the old books that remained on the shelves. The molly was fascinated by the craft, running her paws along old faded pages and ink and tracing the spines delicately. When she realized how long she had been absent, judging by the light filtering through the stained class windows of the church, she cursed under her breath. The medicine cat apprentice carefully picked her way out of the den, ducking under and old pew and emerging into the heart of camp. Casting her pale eyes around, she wondered if her brother of mentor were out and about yet. Hopefully she wasn't late to a lesson with Lioncloud--Bramblepaw could never keep straight what day it was exactly.
Ravenwing ➳ in camp [ open ] Not always one to take initiative, the dark-coated warrior watched Midnightstar uneasily out of the corner of his eye as she dished out duties. He wasn't sure, but it looked like she was having a rather serious conversation with some of his clanmates, which Ravenwing would much rather stay out of. Glancing at the fresh kill pile, the tom wondered if it would be appropriate to take something for his breakfast. However he decided that was likely the wrong move, especially in view of his leader, when he'd yet to fulfill any of his duties for the day. With a small, resigned sigh, he ignored the growling in his stomach. He watched Palethorn, Pumpkinpatch, and Goldencrest head out of camp, wondering in passing if he should have joined the patrol. That surely would have earned him a full belly.
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 17, 2020 0:35:56 GMT -5
Pumpkinpatch with Palethorn & Goldencrest // in camp ★★☾★★
The molly listened in on her clan-mates chatter, smiling to herself. Though speaking gave her anxiety, she loved sitting in on conversations and listening to others converse, true silence just gave her fears a louder voice. Pumpkinpatch slipped through the grass calmly, enjoying the sounds of the rustling leaves above her. For just a moment she could pretend that she was a normal cat.
"Starcaln willing," she mumbled, agreeing with her patrol. She too hoped the peace lasted, especially considering she wasn't the best fighter around. Luckily she had her Light, which helped exorcise demons and ghosts... but wasn't really useful against much else. Hence why exorcists were a very specialized type of hunter. She'd always been rather skilled with metalworking as well, a secret pride of hers.
Zephyrpaw with Batpaw // in camp ★★☾★★
Zephyrpaw shook his head with a snicker, but didn't press his luck by teasing Batpaw further. The tom sat and dragged a paw over one eye, trying to rub away the tiredness he felt. The lack of sleep - especially restful sleep - was really beginning to wear on the young necromancer. He wanted to curl up and sleep for a few days but resisted the urge. That would only end in terrible night terrors, which would result in sleep talking, screaming, thrashing, and even attacking. He would even sleep walk at times and end up tree-lengths from camp.
Shaking himself firmly he nodded in agreement with his brother. The boredom was definitely setting in, but hopefully would be alleviated by the start of their busiest season. "I see. Hm, wanna spar then? I mean, I could take you down with one paw but..." Zephyrpaw grinned widely at his brother, flexing his large claws - another sign of his demon heritage. Not that he would dare use them on his brother. Even though he'd gone down the medical route, the tom loved a good tussle with Batpaw. Hawthornpaw with Bramblepaw // in camp ★★☾★★
Waking slow and lazy, with his eyes like bright green slits, the tom stretched out all his limbs, letting out a satisfied grunt as he trembled. A purr rumbled in his throat and he rolled over onto his stomach, tossing his head to free himself of the moss. Dragging his tongue briefly over his shoulder, Hawthornpaw debated trying to blend into his nest and stay in all day. That probably wouldn't fly very well with his clan-mates, much less his mentor.
Sighing, the tom sat up, casting a lazy glance at the nest beside him. His sister's scent was stale, showing she'd clearly been awake for quite a while already. That was so like Bramblepaw. Speaking of his sister, he actually caught sight of her coming around the side of one pew. Lifting himself to his paws, Hawthornpaw strode his way over to his kin, his tail swaying behind him. "Mornin' Bramblepaw," he called, his tone warm.
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Post by Brownie on Jul 17, 2020 0:54:32 GMT -5
[[ eee Lion gets a lil apprentice. and she's so cute I love the little shaggy girl <3 they're going to be the goofiest pair.
I'll get some replies up tomorrow morning ]]
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jul 17, 2020 20:15:48 GMT -5
[ they are going to be a fun pair. <3 she is a lil nerd lol. ]
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Post by 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 on Jul 17, 2020 21:09:56 GMT -5
I'm going to murder my boss jkjk lol But I am still gonna be poofy as hell until August.)
Goldencrest -- hunting patrol The silver tabby led his small patrol to the river, and once he felt they were far enough away from any action that may happen with Midnightstar he stopped "This is a good place for fishing." the water was low, and the trees kept their shadows from stretching across the water and scaring the fish away. He shook out his fur, the stark coloring easily got dirty even when he was just walking "Is this good with everyone else? Of course, feel free to hunt else ware as long as we are all close enough to hear one another. It would be tragic to lose one of you to a passing by monster, not that I doubt your abilities." Goldencrest was chatty, though not as kind and energetic as Duskhound.
Batpaw -- stone circle The toms tail swished and he crouched "Hah, if you think you can beat me you must really be rusty." Batpaw may be smaller than his brother, but there was no way he was going to lose so easily. His small stature forced him to come up with different ways to fight, and while he was still an apprentice and had a lot of room to grow, he was still good in a fight "Come at me when you're ready, though don't expect to win."
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Post by Brownie on Jul 18, 2020 17:51:36 GMT -5
OOC {{ ... }}
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Palethorn // Goldencrest, Pumpkinpatch -- hunting patrol
After a while, Goldencrest stopped, suggesting here would be a fine place for fishing. "It would be tragic to lose one of you to a passing by monster, not that I doubt your abilities," he added, and Palethorn nodded, a silent reminder that they shouldn't wander too far. He might be saying that to be kind, but Palethorn knew she would be of little help if it came to a fight and she had never seen Pumpkinpatch fight either. While the exorcist's light was formidable, it was only useful against a few creatures and she doubted the petite molly had much fighting prowess. She would stick close, that was for certain.
Wordlessly, Palethorn stalked down to the bank of Little Rush River. It was muddy, but the trees kept the worst of the light off and water kept it nice and cool. It was much more comfortable than the trip out for the vampire, that was for sure. She wasn't the best at swimming, so she patently walked the top of the bank until she found a spot that wasn't so muddy and instead was scattered with rocks and pebbles near a slight bend. The water was plenty shallow here and the grey molly crouched near the edge, peering into the depths for anything moving below.
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jul 19, 2020 23:58:15 GMT -5
Bramblepaw ➳ in camp with Hawthornpaw The apprentice's thick tail shot into the air when she heard her brother's voice, her pale eyes brightening. She trotted towards her brother, picking her way carefully between old pews and the nest strewn around the camp. When she reached the spot where the pairs nests resided, she leaned forward to run her muzzle along Hawnthornpaw's cheek in warm greeting. "Morning, sleepyhead." The tabby teases affectionately, giving her brother a once-over. "Late start today? Duskhound won't be pleased." She continued, absent-mindedly shaking off some stray bits of dust and paper that clung to her paws from her early excursion to the library, oblivious to the fact that she herself had been skipping out on her duties.
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 20, 2020 14:46:34 GMT -5
Pumpkinpatch with Palethorn & Goldencrest // fishing - Little Rush River ★★☾★★
Goldencrest had picked out a great place to fish, in Pumpkinpatch's opinion. The molly knew the area was quiet and the fish would have a hard time noticing their shadows thanks to the trees. She nodded seriously at the angel-hybrid's warning, worry settling in her stomach. A monster was the last thing this patrol needed. Honestly. "Got it," she replied in a whisper before moving a little ways down the stream.
Settling in beside the water, her green gaze locked on the slow moving shapes just beneath the surface. The silver flash of scales signified a fish and a smile crossed the orange and white patched she-cat's face. Her body became very still, waiting while the fish swam closer, unaware of the predator waiting for her chance to strike. Pumpkinpatch lashed out with a single paw, scooping the slippery minnow out of the water and onto the yellowing grass beside her. The exorcist quickly took pity on the fish and killed it with a quick bite to the spine.
Zephyrpaw with Batpaw // in camp ★★☾★★
"Oh? You think so, huh?" Zephyrpaw replied, narrowing his eyes on his brother. Batpaw was training to be a mercenary so he already had a bit of an edge on him, but medicine cats were certainly trained in the art of combat in this clan - just not as diligently. Still, the gray tom practiced his battle moves with his brother, so he was more adept than even his mentor when it came to fighting. Neither brother would go down easily.
"Should we take this to the Ring?" he asked, tilting his head towards the fighting circle on the lowest floor of the training grounds. That's where most one on one fights took place and made it easier to declare a winner. Zephyrpaw circled around his brother once, swiping at the black and gray tom's tail playfully, a grin on his face. Truly a rare sight. Hawthornpaw with Bramblepaw // in camp ★★☾★★
A warm, genuine purr escaped Hawthornpaw when his sister finally approached and gave him a warm greeting. He nuzzled her own cheek in return, chuckling as she tried to hide the evidence of her own morning activities. The brown tabby apprentice shook his head fondly, rolling his eyes at his sister.
"I don't really think you have the right to judge, miss medicine cat," he teased, settling down beside Bramblepaw. His gaze wandered around camp - quietly searching for Duskhowl. He couldn't seem to spot his mentor from behind their pew, though that didn't mean she wasn't in camp.
"What have you been studying this morning?" Hawthornpaw asked, his interest in his sister's hobbies genuine. Though he was usually a playboy and flirted with everything that breathed - Bramblepaw was the one he took seriously in life.
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Post by 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 on Jul 20, 2020 15:13:28 GMT -5
Goldencrest -- hunting patrol If anything did attempt to attack them, Goldencrest would absolutely not be happy about that. But it had been calm so he wasn't worried. The silver tabby settled by the waters edge, golden eyes scanning the water. His feathered shoulders usually glinted in the sun, but the shade provided protection from the reflection hitting the water. There was movement in the corner of his view and he lashed out, snagging a fish and yanking it out of the water. He landed it and killed it quickly, not wanting the flopping around to land it right back in the running water.
Batpaw -- in camp "Fine. You'd better not have gotten rusty." there was a part of the tom that didn't like his brothers choice of profession, medicine cats only prevented the inevitable. He also knew that that was an almost childish way of thinking, but he couldn't help himself. He padded over to the fighting area, striding over to the opposite side and turning to face his sibling.
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