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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ข on Jul 11, 2020 22:43:54 GMT -5
(oh god i love him. i want him to be my dad)
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Post by highprince on Jul 11, 2020 22:51:16 GMT -5
(don't worry, he's everyone's dad)
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Post by little blu โฅ on Jul 11, 2020 23:18:00 GMT -5
( Dang, Cattle is such a great dad. These aren't tears, it's dusty. As a fatherless person, I can agree, I would also want a father like him. ^^ )
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 11, 2020 23:18:39 GMT -5
Cattle: the dad we all need)
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jul 11, 2020 23:23:49 GMT -5
makojawoh hunter, if you didn't want the beautiful so badly, perhaps you would've found it in your spirit singing softly
Welcome to Fishing 101 with Makojaw.
First of all, we would like to express our deepest apologies that you were assigned Makojaw as an instructor. We tried to explain to him that he is supposed to be more of a kindred-professor-type of teacher than a drill sergeant but he did not seem to be listening. He was too busy Grinding.
We were shouting his student's names at him but he was five feet under the water diving for pearls.
While we were going over possible lesson plans, he was trying to seduce one of the interns with the aforementioned pearl.
At the end of the meeting, he turned to us and flicked his tail. Water flung over him in a graceful arc, catching in the light and bouncing small, beautiful rainbows all around him. โBaitfishโ, he said, โIโm the best fisher StarClan has ever seen. Traineeโs learn from being in my presence. My mere aura radiates skill.โ
Suddenly, Pearlstone jumps out from behind a rock. โSucks that youโre still ugly as sin though!โ
End scene.
What (!!!) in the name of the oldest cat in StarClan was th-
Makojaw is daydreaming while training again.
Even in his daydreams, Makojaw cannot escape from the haunting of his ultimate rival, Pearlstone.
He swears the she-cat exists to threaten his superiority. To beat him at competitions, sticking her tongue out and cackling, โNah nah Iโm better than you.โ She would never literally do that. Sheโs tooโฆ whatโs the word for it? Dignified? Maybe the word is nice. Makojaw does not want to give her the pleasure of him calling her nice, even if it is only in his head. Even if it is only as he swims laps around a rock protruding from the water near Clearwater beach. The water is rough here, but not rough enough that it is dangerous to venture out this far on your own as long as you are a strong swimmer. Makojaw is, of course. Heโs basically the Hermione Granger of swimming; the brightest young swimmer of his age, or whatever. The specifics donโt matter.
What does matter, though, is that heโs great. Not just at swimming. Heโs just great. Period. No postscript needed.
He repeats positive affirmations to himself like a prayer. Worshipping at the alter in his own temple. He swims in circles, blessing himself with each lap. He swims until he can no longer count the blessings and, at this point, is pretty dizzy.
Self-aggrandizing hour is over. Itโs beach time.
As he pads to shore, and notices a soft white shape gradually gaining cat-like features as it becomes clearer, Makojaw realizes that it is also suffering time.
Itโs too late to redirect his course now. She would have seen him coming
The shelf rises up to meet him and Makojaw reaches a paw down to touch it. He stands up, shaking his sleek ginger-speckled coat as he approaches the shore. โHey, Pearlstone!โ He calls out. โFancy seeing you out here. Are you waiting for a really stupid fish to leap into your paws, or are you just out sunbathing?โ
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2020 23:31:48 GMT -5
(don't worry, he's everyone's dad) ((cattlespot: are ya fishin, son? leopardtail: dad?!?!))
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Post by highprince on Jul 11, 2020 23:37:35 GMT -5
(Don't have a dad? He's your dad. Already have a dad? He's dad #2)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 11, 2020 23:40:14 GMT -5
Pearlstone Ugh, not this Tom again, Pearlstone thought to herself as she saw the speckled ginger cat approached. It seemed he was always bringing his smug face wherever she was. "Oh please, no fish would be caught within miles of here with your ugly face around," she meowed, stretching her long legs. She blinked lazily at Makojaw, adjusting her eyes to the sunlight.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jul 11, 2020 23:52:12 GMT -5
makojawthe sirens at the beginning of fergie's "london bridge"
Makojaw creases his mouth at her comment, letting it wash over him like water off a duckโs feathers. Her snide remarks mean nothing to him. He is better than her. See, he is proving he is better than her by not stooping to her level. He is calm. He is the essence of calm. If you flip a dictionary open to word calm, you would find a picture of Makojaw in place of the definition. Ha โ thatโs a lie. โWow, what a clever remark! Especially to the tom who came back to camp with not one but twoโ โ he flicks his ear twice for dramatic effect โ โtunas yesterday. Youโre really bring your A-game today, arenโt ya Pearlstone.โ
He grins in her direction. Smug. Donโt you want to throw him back into the ocean? I sure do.
โBet the only reason youโre up here sunbathing and not in the water is 'cause youโre afraid Iโll show you up again.โ
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 12, 2020 0:13:54 GMT -5
Pearlstone "Nah," Pearlstone mewed, shaking sand from be white fur, "I was waiting for you. Beating you is much more fun face to face. Especially since you didn't notice the batfish I caught by myself a few days ago." The shecat couldn't remember when her rivalry with the smug Tom began but she took great pleasure in their competitions. "What do you say? Wanna go fishing?"
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ข on Jul 12, 2020 0:27:13 GMT -5
Shellsplash -- with Seagullstar // just outside camp
Shellsplash could feel the rumbling of his purr deep in her core, it was like music to her ears. When she felt his tail twining with hers, her heart soared and she gave his cheek a swift lick. The last few nights had been quite restless for her mate, she'd noticed his sleeping habits having gotten worse since he'd been named leader. If there was something she could do to help ease him she would do it, but Seagullstar swears that her presence alone was soothing enough, part of her didn't quite by that. However, she'll support him however she can and if being by his side is enough then by golly that's exactly what she'll do.
"It seems to have a habit of doing that lately." Shellsplash commented with a hint of playfulness in her tone. She nuzzles up to him before separating herself from him, moving to stand near the front of him and in his line of sight instead. "Are you going to stay out here?" She asks curiously with a tilt of her head, part of her wanting to ask him to come back to their nest. Starclan knows that she's never been an early riser, a habit she's yet to lose from her apprentice days. Though, she knows that once Seagullstar is up, he's awake for the rest of the day.
Coralshine -- Open // camp
For the first time in what felt like seasons, Coralshine had a good nights sleep. No bad omens from Starclan, no nightmares or seeing her parents' faces, and no clanmate waking her up to tell her their stomach hurt. Still, the pale red she-cat had woken up rather early. With the time she took while the rest of the clan was still sleeping, the medicine cat had decided to take inventory of her stock of herbs. She made a mental note that they were running low on basil, comfrey, and lemongrass - for all the queens who were expecting kits. All of which she wasn't completely out of, but would need more of in the near future.
With that information, the red molly poked her head out of the nursery to try and find Albatrossdive, she wanted to ask him to send out a patrol of collectors to gather the herbs for her. As soon as she spotted him, she realized he was exiting the camp. Quickly becoming alert, Coralshine was ready to chase after the deputy but hesitated to do so. He looked like wherever he was going was urgent and she really didn't want to chase after the large brute. The medicine cat sighs and now takes in the state of the clan.
She spots Tallfin talking to her sister and they're too far for her to pick up on what the conversation is, her attention is then quickly on Mantispaw as the apprentice starts jabbering on about something to Conchpaw. Her gaze lingers to Sharkpaw for a moment, vividly remembering how panicked the tom was a couple moons ago when his siblings had fallen off the side of Jagged Bluffs. A shiver runs through her as she tries to forget about it. Instead she focuses on trying to find one of the collectors, hoping to run into either Cattlespot or Plumeriabreeze first.
Tiderunner -- open // crescent cove
It was another hot day, almost uncomfortably hot for some cats. Luckily for Tiderunner, he enjoyed the heat, but it was most likely due to his much shorter fur. Currently the sandy-furred tom was lying on the beach of Crescent Cove, lazying away on one of the shorter and flatter rocks near the edge of the crescent shaped beach. His eyes were closed as his chin rests on the tops of his large paws, the tom close to falling asleep but still alert enough to know if someone were to approach him.
However, the population of cats littering the cove seemed scarce as others were busy with being on a patrol, and while Tiderunner was always itching to go hunt in the oceans waters, he was content with being lazy for now. He didn't often give himself the luxury to do so, nor did his time often allow him the luxury of relaxing. So, he was going to relish his time off, the sun on his pelt felt amazing anyways.
Brightshell -- open // camp
Brightshell grumbles under her breath as she steps into the camp clearing, heading straight for the fresh-kill pile. She picked out a small brown mouse from the pile, feeling her teeth sink into its flesh as she found a spot to sit down. Finally off her paws, Brightshell groans as she gives a roll to her shoulders, her muscles aching from a spat she had with an otter earlier this morning. She was old enough to know better than to try and pester the creatures, but she couldn't help it, this one was trying to prey on a baby turtle. Brightshell doesn't often try and get herself involved in those kinds of things, but her motherly instincts kicked in and she couldn't help herself.
Fortunately, she came out of the spat unscathed, safe for missing a few tufts of fur. Other than that, the she-cat was tired from such a late night patrol, now it was well into the morning of the next day when she'd finally come back with a couple of the other guards. Finally settling on her belly, Brightshell gave one final body stretch before taking a bit into the mouse she'd picked out.
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ข on Jul 12, 2020 0:27:34 GMT -5
(reposted the last two starters and threw Coralshine in there)
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Post by highprince on Jul 12, 2020 0:34:29 GMT -5
Lioncrest with Goldentide || Just outside camp
Lioncrest had only just woken up, and he was already feeling fantastic about the day. It was bright and warm and pleasant, and he was excited to go out and get hunting. Maybe he'd go for a swim, just to stretch his muscles. He was now dead-set on that idea, so he stood and stretched, opening his maw wide in a yawn. He licked a paw and washed the fur on his face down quickly before heading towards the exit of camp.
On his way out, Lioncrest noticed something off - and it took him a moment that he was looking at his brother, Goldentide. When he realized this, he broke out in a grin, beginning to purr. "Good morning, Goldentide!" He called, wondering if his brother would want to join him in his early morning swim. Clearly, Lioncrest was a morning person.
little blu โฅ
Tumblepaw - Open || Camp
Tumblepaw had just woken from the worst possible dream. He had been in the ocean - deep in the ocean, where it's dark and cold and no pleasant things live. There had been a giant, slimy fish - one that looked like it could swallow him whole. And it was talking to him. The terrifying fish told him that if he didn't wake up now he'd be stuck in the Deep Dark forever. So, naturally, Tumblepaw woke up.
Much to his relief, he woke in his den, not in the Deep Dark. He relaxed, turning over so he was laying on his back. He needed to give himself a moment to recover from the terrible nightmare. He could still feel his heart thundering in his little chest. He was glad that Coralshine hadn't been in their den to see him wake up in a panic. He stretched himself out as he stood up and exited his den, sitting just outside and fruitlessly making an attempt to clean his wild fur.
Honeybee with Tiderunner || Crescent cove
The discomfort in Honeybee's stomach had stopped her from having a good sleep, and when she woke up to no Tiderunner beside her, she couldn't get back to sleep no matter how hard she tried. She resigned herself to waking up and starting her day, and since she wouldn't have guard duty for a little while still, she decided to find out wherever her mate had wandered off to.
She checked the Vanishing Pools and Clearwater Beach, but there had been no sign of him. A slight worry prickled at her pelt, but she knew that Tiderunner was a smart cat, and wouldn't get himself into trouble so easily. With one last thought in mind, she headed to Crescent Cove, going through the crawl space that had made her feel claustrophobic ever since she'd had the growth spurt that made her so large. When she emerged onto the beach, she saw Tiderunner's sandy yellow pelt lying on a rock, and she sighed with relief. "There you are!" She greeted, coming over to sit down beside him. "I hope you didn't go here to get away from me," she joked, breathing in the salty ocean air.
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Blazeheart - Open || Rockbound bay
Today was one of those rare days where Blazeheart woke up early and decided that she wanted to get out and do some hunting. After accidentally stepping on someone's tail on her way out of camp, she headed to the Rockbound Bay - she had a sweet spot for the mollusks, and she found it fun to watch the seals bask in the sun. They were such funny creatures, and the sounds they made on occasion cracked Blazeheart up. Walking carefully so that she didn't cut her pads or slip, Blazeheart pawed at the rocks, looking for any mollusks that might be wedged between rocks.
Cattlespot with Coralshine || Camp
While Cattlespot had woken up, he hadn't truly gotten up. He was still laying in the spot he'd been sleeping in, laying his head on his paws and watching the camp wake up. Mantispaw was bothering Conchpaw and Sharkpaw about something, and he couldn't help but smile at the molly's enthusiasm. He wished he had half of her energy. Tumblepaw was trying to clean himself - poor kid, Cattlespot had tried to help him, but his fur refused to stay smooth. Next, his eyes fell on Coralshine, seemingly looking for something. Cattlespot hefted himself from where he slept and shook out his patched fur, padding over to the medicine cat. "Is everything okay?" He asked quietly, experience having taught him that asking a medicine cat that loudly did nothing but cause panic.
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Post by little blu โฅ on Jul 12, 2020 1:33:44 GMT -5
Sharkpaw with Conchpaw // in camp โ๏ธโ๏ธโโ๏ธโ๏ธ
It must be a morning of the unexpected because Mantispaw took him completely off guard. The gray and white apprentice bristled, lowering himself into a defensive crouch at the molly's approach. He didn't even necessarily know what he was defensive about but his pelt prickled with unease. Then the older apprentice began speaking about her dream and indignation reared its head. Him and Dovepaw? They were both toms! Though some other cats might be into that, he certainly wasn't. Nope. No way, no how.
The dream was clearly ridiculous and not just because of their personalities. The tom puffed himself up, ready to defend himself - not understanding that he hadn't even been accused, when Mantispaw noticed his presence and began stumbling all over her words.It was them that the guard apprenticed noticed all the eyes on their little situation. His skin began to crawl and a desperate need to get out had him shifting his paws closer to the entrance. He couldn't run away thought - strong, manly cats didn't run away from anything. Sharkpaw narrowed his gaze on her until she left, feeling a lingering sense of embarrassment. He'd obviously waken up on the wrong side of the nest this morning. His amber gaze flashed over to Conchpaw and he shook his head. "We never speak of this again. Dovepaw would claw your ears off anyway," the tom grumbled, making sure to keep his voice low.
"Are we still going or did I go through all that for nothing?" the tom asked, lifting his chin to seem like he was unaffected by any of this mornings nonsense. He was a strong tom - he couldn't show how badly he just wanted to run and snuggle up beside his siblings... or worse, go find Plumeriawing. Powerful toms didn't go running to their mommies. No matter how badly they may secretly want to.
Mangotuft with Tallfin // in camp โ๏ธโ๏ธโโ๏ธโ๏ธ
The Abyssinian molly had just lifted a paw to go ask her sister to share breakfast when their deputy rushed into Tallfin and kindly demanded that Tallfin take out a small hunting patrol. She quirked her head in curiosity as the tom ran out of the camp, clearly in a hurry for some reason. Shrugging her shoulders, Mangotuft turned her attention back to the gray and white hunter as he approached.
"Yep! Sounds like a plan to me. We could bring both sisters, kill two birds with one stone so to speak?" the molly chirps, completely diverted from her original plan. She loved hunting, though sometimes her paws got ahead of her and she tripped over herself... But that was perfectly fine! Sort of. "I think I just saw Lioncrest step out of camp though, so we might need to grab someone else?" she said as an afterthought, flicking her tail at the entrance with a bright smile. Goldentide with Lioncrest, mentions Albatrossdive // guarding camp โ๏ธโ๏ธโโ๏ธโ๏ธ
Goldentide was counting his blessings that his shift as guard was drawing to a close, because he had a distant view of Pearlstone and Makojaw and the tom didn't want to be witness to another one of their competitions. Shaking his head at their antics, which he couldn't hear but didn't have to work to hard to imagine, the tom jumped a good tail-length in the air when Albatrossdive came rushing out of the entrance. His heart racing, the tom's pale amber eyes lingered on the deputy as he raced away, debating calling out to stop him. Before he could do any such thing, the warm scent of his brother tickled his nose. Turning to face Lioncrest, the guard could only smile at his brother's cheery greeting. He often relied on his brother's optimism to pull him out of his serious mindset and relax.A rusty purr rumbled up from his chest and he nudged his brother fondly. "Good morning, Lioncrest. I trust you slept well?" he asked, curling his tail over his paws.
Seagullstar open // just outside camp โ๏ธโ๏ธโโ๏ธโ๏ธ
Seagullstar nuzzled his mate gently, his hazel eyes softening as her gazed down at her thoughtfully. Shellsplash had been a shy apprentice, like himself but they had brought out the best in each other. Their friendship wasn't quick and easy but forged over moons spent casting quiet glances and whispering together under the stars. He thanked StarClan for her everyday, as she was one of the constants in his life. Being a leader took up much of his time now but he always tried to make time for her - and he slept every night curled up beside her.
His gaze followed her as she stood, his ear twitching as his head tilted ever so slightly to the left. He thought about her question for a moment, debating actually remaining out among the dunes. It probably wasn't wise, he couldn't just slack off his duties. That would only further prove - to himself - and naysayers that he wasn't cut out for the role StarClan has bestowed upon him.
"No, I suppose I shouldn't," he murmured, his eyes unfocused and his mind blatantly elsewhere. Seagullstar slowly sat up, sand falling from his thin pelt his whiskers twitching. The tom sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before smiling wanly at his mate, hoping he didn't look as defeated as he felt.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 12, 2020 10:18:18 GMT -5
Good morning)
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ข on Jul 12, 2020 12:57:29 GMT -5
Tiderunner -- with Honeybee // crescent cove
"There you are!"
Tiderunner lifted his head quickly, eyes opening wide as he recognized the voice of his mate, Honeybee. Panic immediately began to bubble in his throat and his thoughts raced a mile a minute. Were the kits okay? Was she okay? Was the clan okay? Just as soon as the thoughts raced in his mind, Tiderunner had to admit how ridiculous he was being and immediately tried to calm himself down. Though his fur was bristling, a smile graced his features and he forced a chuckle as Honeybee teased him.
As soon as she sat beside him, Tiderunner could feel himself being at ease. Just having her near was enough to quell his anxiety. The sandy yellow tom shuffled closer to her, rolling on to his side so his back pressed up against her legs. He shifted a bit more, twisting his body so that he could reach up and playfully bat at his mates whiskers with a grin on his face. "Who me? Get away from you? I could never." He replied, his cadence light and airy. "You'd find me faster than a bird could flap its wings and drag my sorry butt back to camp." The tom gave a cheeky grin, reaching up once more to try and paw at her whiskers.
Coralshine -- with Cattlespot // camp
The Cattlespot's voice immediately pulled her from her thoughts and the molly visibly got excited. "Oh, Cattlespot! You're just the cat I've been looking for." She told the older tom with a purr. She hurried over to where he was padding towards her, closing the distance between them. "I was wondering if you could take some of the other collectors out to gather some more herbs for me. We seem to be running low on basil, comfrey, and we'll definitely need more lemongrass before any of the queens start kitting." Coralshine rattled off, speaking quickly but trying to slow her words down so that Cattlespot wouldn't miss any information.
The red somali took a peek around camp, her nose twitching as she realized the clan was still waking up. "Or, I could just go with you." She thought outloud, not turning back towards the tom, her bright yellow gaze meeting his amber one. "It's important that everyone gets enough sleep so I wouldn't want to wake anyone. Two cats seem like it'll be enough." Coralshine rambled still, more so talking at Cattlespot as opposed to talking with him.
{highprince} Shellsplash -- with Seagullstar // just outside camp
Shellsplash could tell immediately that Seagullstar looked exhausted, despite having just woken up. She returns his smile with an encouraging one of her own, letting her tail unwind from his so that she could run it up his back in a comforting manner. "You got this." She told him, leaning over to touch her nose to his cheek before rising to her paws, feeling them immediately sink back into the sand.
She turns and carefully shuffles her way down the dune, her already swollen belly grazing the sand on her way. Once she's off, the molly glances back to her mate and gives another smile as well as a wave of her tail. "Come on, you've got a busy day ahead of you. It'll be over before you know it." While Seagullstar had his leader duties to fret on all day, Shellsplash struggled to think of what she would do. No longer acting out her warrior duties due to being so far along her pregnancy, Shellsplash often found herself sitting around all day, sometimes finding time to sneak off to the Vanishing Pools when Coralshine allowed. Perhaps today she'll find time to converse with Wrasseslip or Shadowspirit.
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ข on Jul 12, 2020 12:57:44 GMT -5
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 12, 2020 13:01:16 GMT -5
How are you rainy?)
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ข on Jul 12, 2020 13:08:29 GMT -5
(I'm doing good, probably going to make some food soon but i wanted to hop on and get out some replies c: )
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 12, 2020 13:14:16 GMT -5
nice. I'm waiting for my food to be delivered and I'm probably gonna go play the sims. Totally down to rp though)
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Post by midnightember on Jul 12, 2020 13:32:23 GMT -5
OOC: Good evening, sorry I was at work this morning and couldn't say hello. Hope everyone's well, would anyone like to roleplay? Its been a while since I've stretched my coding muscles, so it wont be too pretty for a while .
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jul 12, 2020 14:00:10 GMT -5
[ i'd be down, midnight. i'm working on a couple responses right now, but have albratrossdive [the deputy who is off on some mission somewhere, that i don't have any idea for rn but u could hop in here], mantispaw [apprentice who will be harassing tumblepaw], dovepaw [he's angry], and wrasseslip [elder grandpa] pretty free rn! ] edit for really silly spelling mistake
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Post by yarrowsight123 on Jul 12, 2020 14:09:24 GMT -5
Name: Yarrowsight Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Rank: Warrior Personality: Yarrowsight is cold, quiet and calm she-cat Description: Yarrowsight is a short, skinny white furred she-cat with yellow eyes, History: Yarrowsight was born to Forestpelt and Lilypool as Yarrowkit alongside with her siblings Bearkit, Fleckedkit and Creamkit, she and her siblings had adopted sibling, Darkenedkit. She was later apprenticed to Jayheart as Yarrowpaw, she became warrior named Yarrowsight, later then her brother Creamfluff died of infected wounds, She never had crush mate, or kits, but she fostered Fleckedsnow's kits because she died of greencough. Yarrowsight has cold personality because she got bullied.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 12, 2020 14:13:09 GMT -5
Name: Yarrowsight Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Rank: Warrior Personality: Yarrowsight is cold, quiet and calm she-cat Description: Yarrowsight is a short, skinny white furred she-cat with yellow eyes, History: Yarrowsight was born to Forestpelt and Lilypool as Yarrowkit alongside with her siblings Bearkit, Fleckedkit and Creamkit, she and her siblings had adopted sibling, Darkenedkit. She was later apprenticed to Jayheart as Yarrowpaw, she became warrior named Yarrowsight, later then her brother Creamfluff died of infected wounds, She never had crush mate, or kits, but she fostered Fleckedsnow's kits because she died of greencough. Yarrowsight has cold personality because she got bullied. Hello Yarrow! Welcome to Coastclan. Before your form can be accepted, would you mind giving the rules a read through and make the necessary changes to your form? For example, we don't have warriors so that is one thing that needs changed)
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ข on Jul 12, 2020 14:41:30 GMT -5
(also please use the given joining form on the front page)
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Post by แดแดกส on Jul 12, 2020 14:47:44 GMT -5
C O N C H P A W Casting the tom a sympathetic look, Conchpaw dipped his head in ready agreement. If Dovepaw had witnessed the scene, it wasn't likely that Mantispaw would be the only one with a new scar by the end of the day. He could see him now, spitting like a storm.
Once upon a time, Conchpaw had almost said to him, 'it's alright to look the way you do,' but Ternwing had stopped him before the words could leave his mouth. Later, he would understand why, but the thought always occurred to him whenever they met.
"Well," he meowed, "we can't have that. I quite like my ears."
Padding forward, he slipped between the driftwood and the beach grass. His steps turned to bounces as looked over his shoulder. "I haven't asked you my favor yet," he chirped. "So, how about this?"
Pausing, he lifted his chin proudly as he met Sharkpaw's gaze. "I will race you to the Velvet Dunes. If you win, I will catch you the prey of your choosing. If I win, you will answer my favor."
Then, the ginger tabby tilted his head, as if in thought, only to swagger forward. "Of course," he said coolly, though his tail flicked playfully above him, "I may have a leg up on you. After all, we hunters are much faster than you guards."
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 12, 2020 15:11:50 GMT -5
I have crab and scree open)
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jul 12, 2020 15:30:18 GMT -5
plumeriabreeze | all this longing, and the ships are left to rust location: camp accompanied by: coralshine, && cattlespot && everyone is mentionedWater often haunts Plumeriabreezeโs dreams.
She is encumbered by ocean swells pining her against a rock wall. They soak her face, chest, belly. Her paws slip against the stone, but she does not fall. She is only pushed further back against the rocks. Pinned flat against them. Face into the stone. Side into the stone. Salt collecting on the stone, spreading onto her face, chest, belly. She coughs salt back at it. There is water in her mouth, now. She opens her maw and becomes a waterfall. Plumeriabreeze is the sea; the sea becomes her. Is Lilycloud somewhere in her belly? If water spills from her for long enough will her sister, too, appear?
Plumeriabreeze wakes up gasping.
The fur along her spine is standing on end and, though there is no seawater in her mouth, she swears she can still taste the salt. StarClan, she shakes her head, as if to clear the dream from her consciousness. Why send such awful thoughts to me? She is no medicine cat, but Plumeriabreeze has a sea deep connection to StarClan. Or, at least, she believes this. She believes it is like this for every cat in the clan, though; she is no more special than each of her peers. The stars walk with her. It is what keeps her going. The ghost of her sister, decorated in the stars, walks with her. She is what keeps Plumeriabreeze going.
Man, Plum really needs to go clear her head.
The she-cat stretches, her back creaking as she dips. Plumeriabreeze has barely glanced early middle-age, and yet she feels older than she is. Her bones feel haunted. She shakes her head again before leaving the long grass and trotting into the center of camp. It is not particularly busy on this sober sunlit morning. Tallfin stands near the entrance to the fresh-kill cave, chatting with Mangotuft. Shellsplash is sliding down a dune just outside camp, and Plumeriabreeze can see the she-cats mate, Seagullstar, standing stoically at the top of it. Silent sentinel, looming over his clan. Itโs hard for Plum to believe that Daystarโs heir is a tom younger than she is โ she remembers the celebration for his birth, when she was still Plumeriapaw, which was overcast with fear because two of the kittens in the litter were predicted not to make it. They didnโt. They were not the first kit-deaths Plumeriabreeze had been privy to, but they haunted her all the same.
On the other side of camp, Mantispaw is sprinting away from Sharkpaw and Conchpaw, who are locked into a conversational dance with each other. Plum lets her gaze linger on her son. Sharkpaw has pulled away from her since the incident. Since Plumeriabreeze almost lost two more of her loved ones to the sea. The phantom taste of salt burns her tongue. Sharkpaw is growing up. He needs to know she supports him as an individual. As not just her son, but as a budding warrior. Plumeriabreeze casts a smile in the two tomโs direction and then turns away. Conchpaw is such a sweet young tom. He would be a good influence on her son, Plum thinks. And well, you know, if Sharkpaw brought him home for dinner, metaphorically speaking, she would be accepting of that too. Plum had her flings with she-cats back in her apprentice days. Before she met Sharkpaw and his siblings father. She is nostalgic for those days. Maybe too nostalgic. Never mind that, though.
Finally, Plumeriabreezeโs eyes settle on Coralshine and Cattlespot, her fellow collector, talking. Ah! Perhaps they are about to go somewhere, and she could tag along. Always better to leave camp with a companion than alone. โHello friends!โ Plumeriabreeze meows as she approaches them. โIโm sorry if Iโm interrupting anything, but I need to get out of camp for a little bit and was wondering if you guys were leaving and I could tag along, or, if you wanted to go for a walk together?โ
tallfin location: camp accompanied by: mangogtuft && chiapaw Tallfin follows Mangotuftโs gaze towards where Lioncrest pads out of camp, out the entrance at which his brother stands guarding. He flicks his tail. โYou make a very good pointโ, he nods, face contorting into what may or may not be a smile. Itโs hard to tell with Tallfin. His expressions are so subtle. โI was hoping we could take my apprentice but I canโt seem to spot herโฆ Iโll wake up Chiapaw if you can find Berrypaw. Maybe in the process another hunter will appear.โ
He twitches his whiskers in mild amusement. โThanks for agreeing to come, Mangotuft. I appreciate it.โ
The grass that surrounds camp is tall and broken up by sea oats โ which are beautiful, scratchy plants which closely resemble wheat. Among the grasses lay the nests of all the clan cats. The only problem with this is that, because there is no real order to the nests, it can be hard to locate someone if you donโt know who their friends are and where they are likely to sleep. Since Chiapaw was such a new apprentice, and since new apprentices had to habit of forming and reforming their friend circles as they matured, he had absolutely no idea where to begin looking. โChiapawโ, he called out softly. โItโs Tallfin.โ
makojaw location: clearwater beach accompanied by: pearlstoneโWow โ a batfish! That isโฆ really something, my dear Pearl. Iโd say Iโm impressed, but if Iโm being honest, and I am an honest tom, it probably just thought you were a lady batfish and was tryna hit on youโ, Makojaw morphs his face into the pinnacle of smug sympathy. Heโs mocking you, can you tell? He seems so genuine, it hurts. He seems so genuine, you can easily see that he is not being genuine. Itโs a game. Itโs an act. Makojaw might as well be a demon sent from the Deep Dark to poke at you like a kit who has just recently learned the power of being annoying! What better way to be annoying than to beat your rival at a challenge that they suggested? Hoo boy, this was going to be a great morning.
Makojaw saunters over to Pearlstone, winding around her in the familial way that clan-mates often do. Grinning. Taunting. โBuuuuuut, a challenge seems like a wonderful way to prove that you are more than a batfish seducer! Youโre on, Pearlstone.โ
He shoots a smirk at her and darts back towards the water. Is Makojaw still exhausted from his morning workout? Absolutely. Will he ever back-down from a challenge, though? No. Competition is in his blood just as surely as water is. He splashes back into the surf, small waves lapping at his fur. The acrid scent of salt already stinging his nose. โWe can make the loop over towards Sea Star grove and back. Whoever catches the biggest fish wins?โ
mantispaw location: camp accompanied by: tumblepaw In the absence of Pearlpaw, Matispaw swings her gaze around camp attempting to spot her third-pick victim: Tumblepaw. The scrappy little medicine cat apprentice was one of Mantispawโs favorite cats in the clan because he was so darn cute. He also had unruly fur, similar to how she did, though Mantispaw took exacting care of hers and would never, ever, ever let anyone see her at below peak silkiness. Her appearance meant a lot to her โ as it should, because your appearance dictates first impressions. A lady should always come across neat and couth โ or, thatโs what Mantispawโs mother always told her. Mantispaw failed at the couth part most of the time, but she was certainly neat. And Tumblepaw was a neat cat to hang out with. See what she did there? Hee hee. She titled her gaze towards the medicine cats den. Target acquired.
โTumblepaw! Hi!โ, Mantispaw tumbled towards him, paws kicking up sand as she dashed forward. โDid you have any weird dreams last night, because boyyyyyy I sure did!โ
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Post by midnightember on Jul 12, 2020 15:34:39 GMT -5
OOC[/u]: Sorry if poofy, I'm attempting my first clan, and preparing myself for the heartbreak when it inevitably fails , I shall get some starters up asap! Please accept my apologies for being a bit rubbish right now![/sub]
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 12, 2020 15:38:29 GMT -5
If you'd like I can look over your clan and give you pointers? I've had some successful ones)
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