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Post by Sand on Jul 13, 2020 15:47:34 GMT -5
( Hi! I was looking to claim Rippleclaw and Echokit if that’s okay?)
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 13, 2020 15:56:12 GMT -5
tallfin location: camp accompanied by: chiapaw Chiapaw is a black and white tumble of excitement. Heels over head. Head over heels. All bright and sunshine and – hey, her enthusiasm managed to catch on and even Tallfin is breaking a smile. You can see it this time, without having to study his face. “I’m happy to hear that, Chiapaw. Let’s get some of that enthusiasm out to the territory now, shall we?”
The tom flicked his tail as a sign to follow and he turned to pad out of the brush. “That was what I was going to ask next. Maybe you should have trained as a medicine cat, you must have the gift of prophecy.” Tallfin jokes in the sort of way where you can’t really tell if it’s a joke or not, you just have to assume, since the cadence of his voice is so serious all the time.
Mangotuft waits for him in the clearing with – ah, is that his apprentice? It figures that the she-cat would find Screepaw before he did. Mangotuft was a bright young talent. Though, young is only relatively speaking. They are nearly the same age. Her jovial personality makes her seem younger, though. Like Chiapaw – pea’s in a pod, the two of them. Enthusiasm bleeding from their pelts. Too bad Mangotuft already had an apprentice – she may have made a good mentor for Chiapaw. That is, if the she-cat chose to be a hunter.
“Mangotuft, Screepaw”, the tom dips his head.
“Will you be joining us?” he asks in Screepaw’s direction
makojaw location: clearwater beach accompanied by: pearlstoneFoxdung! Fine, it was ok, it was fine. Makojaw assured himself as he watched Pearlstone virtually sprint in the water after a slender silver fish. He had to match her. The tom circles high up in the water column for a moment and then, choosing a brightly colored parrotfish meandering near the bottom of the reef, dives. The tom is built for speed in the water. It’s a body-shape he inherited from his father, and his grandfather before him. They were all fishers. They had all taken fisher mates. Makojaw was tall, slender, and long-limbed. His toes were mildly webbed, a common random mutation that had been passed down his family, and his fur was short and glossy. He was a skinny seal. A furry fish. He was in hot pursuit of dinner. The tom stretched out his paws and snagged the parrotfish right as it began it’s escape. He had come from straight above – out of its line of sight. Train like a seal. Hunt like a seal. Makojaw was a ginger seal – navy never suited him, anyways.
Armed with his catch, Makojaw kicked back towards the surface. His ability to cast a smug grin in Pearlstone’s direction was encumbered by the fish. Once rendered mute by water, he is now rendered mute by fish. He flicks his ear towards a nearby sandbar, which peaks out of the water and would allow them to compare the sizes of their catch. And tease whoever’s was smaller.
plumeriabreeze | water's in the clouds, is my life about to change? location: camp accompanied by: coralshine, && cattlespot Sunlight tiptoes across Coralshine’s pelt, dancing among the ruddy hues like fire does. Flashes of golden, blazes of orange. Careful not to look to long, or you will be engulfed. Coralshine was a lady on fire. Captivating, elegant, and a medicine cat. Plumeriabreeze smiles at the the ginger she-cat, dipping her head in thanks as she adds her approval to Cattlespot’s.
“It’s a perfect day for herb hunting!” The she-cat speaks slower than Coralshine, but he voice is just as light and airy, akin to the whispers between the grass and the breeze on a somber autumn morning. Or, perhaps, claws clicking cantabile notes on shells. Ding, ding. Is she a collector returning from the shores or the leader of a perpetual funeral procession? No matter. Her voice is high and lilting and she has turned it on Cattlespot. “How are you doing today? Your old bones still holding up?”
Plumeriabreeze enjoyed teasing Cattlespot, turning his own quip from earlier against him. Though the she-cat was not much of a chatter, she was comfortable around Cattlespot. He was the Collector Dad, if you will. He just had to aura of support about him; of love. He was one of the few cats she could reliably turn to after Lilycloud died and find only love. No guilt, no pity; just unconditional support. There was a deep vein of genuine compassion in the older tom that Plumeriabreeze saw in few other cats. It was something she struggled to dig up even in her mate. Morningrain was so difficult to read. She loved him – he was the father of her kits, he cared deeply for her, she knew that, she was sure of it, but she – she never knew what he was thinking. Sharkpaw inherited that to a lesser extent. Plumeriabreeze knew her son liked to tuck all his emotions away into a little box until they overflowed and manifested as aggression. He had to try very hard at it, though. Plumeriabreeze knows her son. She sees him. She looks at Morningrain and somedays feels as if she is looking right through him. Who is he? Is he even there at all? Nevermind.
“Are we looking for kitting herbs”, Plumeriabreeze inquired. “I’m just guessing but – the nursery is starting to fill up.”
Plumeriabreeze is a mother, so she notices these things.
mantispaw location: camp accompanied by: tumblepaw “Medicine cats don’t understand love?” Mantispaw gasps. It makes sense, though. If a medicine cat fell in love, they would probably prioritize their mate and that would be scandalous. A medicine cat is mates with the whole clan – or, well, something like that. “That’s so lucky. I wish I didn’t understand love.”
Mantispaw twitches an ear. She doesn’t need to be mates with the whole clan – no; she would be happy with just one cat. Or even just one good honest nose-touch. It’s fine, though. Mantispaw is a she-cat who likes she-cats among she-cats who are padding after toms and it’s fine. She’s fine. It’s cool. She has Conchpaw and Tumblepaw and Screepaw and her friends are enough for her. You know who friends aren’t enough for – though? Dovepaw and Sharkpaw! She’s imagining them all grown up, elegant and angry, their love shooting rainbows and sparkles across the clan to drive out an infestation of BADGER CRABS. They’re crabs as big as badgers with badger faces sticking out the front of their shells. They also have wings. And lizard tails. They’re hideous. Wait – what was the topic again.
“You’re right though – oh! Should we go find one of them – or is that not subtle enough? Sharkpaw didn’t look too happy to see me this morning. And Dovepaw never looks happy to see me. I mean. It’s not like he ever looks happy… but? Maybe. Maybe we should take to their… parents! I mean, Dovepaw’s parents are dead but Morningrain has to be around here somewhere, right? Or! Or!!! We could go out to where they have unity ceremonies and search for clues!“
Mantispaw is great at coming up with ideas and not as good with the follow-through, or sticking to the same thought for more than a few seconds.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 13, 2020 16:04:45 GMT -5
Pearlstone Pearlstone plopped her fish on the ground and sat down, waiting for Makojaw to finally catch something. Hopefully he wouldn't keep her waiting long. While she waited, Pearlstone groomed the water from her sleek, shimmering fur, trying to warm herself against the cool breeze that whispered through her pelt.Screepaw
Screepaw dipped her respectfully to her mentor. She admired the tom, looked up to him and hoped one day to make him proud. "Well... I was kind of hoping to go out on my own today...?" Screepaw mewed in a way that didn't outright ask for permission but hinted that she hoped he'd let her. What could she say? She wasn't the best at communication.
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Post by Sand on Jul 13, 2020 17:26:38 GMT -5
( sorry, I’ve a question regarding Echokit. I was wondering what Turtleheart looked like? And since the father never stepped up I was also wondering what he looked like too. )
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 13, 2020 17:28:46 GMT -5
( Fair question! Turtleheart - light gray she-cat with thick fur, not long just a little on the fluffier side. She had green eyes. His father is a rogue I think, who has was pure white with a single mark above his nose. Blue eyes. )
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2020 17:31:15 GMT -5
Kite - at Rockbound Bay w/ Blazeheart - highprinceKite took a quick moment to bask in Blazeheart’s impressed expression- she always loved the attention that came with giving this kind of help. As she let go of the stick to pause and readjust her grip, Blazeheart spoke, and Kite’s ears pricked curiously. So there was a big group! An ancestral home certainly sounded lofty and impressive, too. “You all spend so much time in the water...” She observed, glancing again at the massive cats loafing on the rocks. “Did all this salty water make their fur fall off?” If so, there was another reason to avoid it- compounded by the foul taste when she tried to lick it off and the awful matted fur it gave her. She considered rescinding the comment for a moment, worried he might find it rude, but chose not to- after all, the she-cat had eyes. Anybody with eyes would agree they looked hairless. Leopardtail - in Camp w/ Dovepaw - 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥‘It‘s a good day for fishing’ was the first thought in Leopardtail’s mind when he woke up- good, clear weather and warm air. It would be easy catches today, which was always good for the less experienced cats. It was always a good feeling to not go home empty-pawed, after all. His second thought was processing Dovepaw’s odd sulking in camp, and immediately getting worked up over it- sure, the tom wasn’t his apprentice, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t remind the tom not to laze about. He made a beeline for Dovepaw, giving a loud huff so the other would hear him coming. He didn’t quite stomp, but his rapid steps and lowered head gave the appearance of prowling, and he was quite sure it got his annoyance across quite fine. He could tell the tom to clean out the elders’ nests, but it wasn’t a needed job at the moment- no use wasting time that could be used for something better. “Dovepaw!” He snapped, once he was close enough. He chose not to cuff the other around the ears. That type of punishment never worked with Dovepaw. “Lazing about, I see? If you have this much free time, then perhaps you’d like to come fishing with me?” There. Well-selected. He had built his reputation on being a pain in the tail to deal with- most apprentices would not want to go out with him alone.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 13, 2020 17:32:03 GMT -5
tallfin location: camp accompanied by: chiapaw && screepaw && mangotuft Would four cats be enough for the patrol? Tallfin looked over at Mangotuft; she was competent, and just having them go out would give them more time to focus on the young apprentices. This patrol was supposed to be a hunting mission, not a learning mission. but they would simply have to work harder and make due.
“It is always your call, Screepaw”, Tallfin replied, letting his gaze fall into one of gentle solemnity. Tallfin took what was perhaps a unique approach with his apprentices – he would never command that they to do anything. Each step in their training was their choice. They had to want it, or no matter how hard he pushed them he would be faced with resistance and resentment. Each rejection is also a teachable experience.
“If you believe you can better serve the clan on a solo-hunt, I trust your judgement. I only ask that you stay away from the water, since you’ll be alone”. This was, maybe, an odd request but – after what had happened with Lilycloud, with the screams, he could not risk her.
makojaw location: clearwater beach accompanied by: pearlstoneMakojaw stepped onto wet land, reaching for the raised bed of the sandbar and hopping forward until he could stand. He clambered up the slope onto the dry sand – parched from the sun burning down on them. The tom dropped his colorful kill at his feet, eyeing it next to Pearlstone’s. They were roughly the same size. Hers a little longer, his, by virtue of being a parrotfish, fatter. “My kill is prettier”, he jousted, flicking his ears in humor. “You seem to have a talent for catching ugly fish.”
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 13, 2020 17:50:06 GMT -5
dovepaw | eyes closed for lack of purpose or lack of light or fear that i’ll lose it location: camp accompanied by: leopardtailThat insolent little! – Dovepaw should not curse at an older warrior, even in his head, but the stream of terms which he appends to Leopardtail’s name is not PG nor can I repeat them here. Know they are despicable. Know that, if a queen were to hear Dovepaw’s train of thought anywhere near the nursery, Dovepaw’s rump would be flayed and served to the clan for second supper. This did not stop the small dappled tom from spitting at Leopardtail as he approached. Look at that walk? Was he trying to look intimidating – his head down and prowling as if Dovepaw were a poor wee rabbit lost on his own. As if he was simply gentle and lazy, downy-furred, hoping to shirk his activities so that he could go racing like Sharkpaw and Conchpaw. Hapless fools. Their antics would scare away all the prey for yards. Nervous mice missing flirting, flitting feet. Dear StarClan, Dovepaw hates it. And dear StarClan, Dovepaw hates Leopardtaill’s act.
“I’m not lazing”, Dovepaw snarls. “I was actually looking for something to do. Not that it would matter, since you decided to insult me before even [redacted kitty curseword] asking what I was doing.”
Dovepaw could have clawed the older warriors ear, if he weren’t in the middle of camp and if it were not so blatantly disrespectful. Wait – Dovepaw doesn’t care about respect! You have to earn that from Dovepaw and he has pretty high standards. “But fine. I’ll go hunting with you. But just because I’m bored, ok. Don’t get the idea that you can bully me into doing anything.”
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 13, 2020 18:01:15 GMT -5
Seagullstar with Shellsplash // in camp ♒︎♒︎☀♒︎♒︎
Dipping his head to the two golden furred toms, Seagullstar wandered in after his mate, feeling a strange mix of comfort and anxiety now that he was back in camp. His face was stoic enough not to give him away, luckily. His hazel-green eyes slid over his brother, pausing to watch him form what appeared to be a hunting patrol. The sight of Tallfin doing his duties as he normally did was somehow soothing to the skinny leader. A quiet sigh escaped him. His attention turned back to his mate when she offered to share prey with him. The silvery tabby and white tom knew what Shellsplash was playing at, seeing right through her little game. She had asked, knowing he wasn't inclined to say no, to make sure he at least ate at all today. Skipping meals was a poor habit to have but his mind and now his leadership kept him so busy that he rarely made time for meals. "I suppose. You and the kits need the prey more," Seagullstar replied, his intelligent gaze sliding over her rounded stomach. Then it flickered over to the nursery. There were three queens expecting kits during Low Tide and while prey ran well for them during this season, he wanted to make sure each of his clan mates was fed - especially those who needed extra care.
Mangotuft with Tallfin, Screepaw, Chiapaw, & Berrypaw // in camp ♒︎♒︎☀♒︎♒︎
Mangotuft smiled as Chiapaw and Tallfin approached them, nearly bouncing on her paws with energy. She was so ready to get out in the territory and do some hunting, she needed to stretch her legs and do some running. Glancing at Screepaw, the red furred cat barely noticed that she wasn't quite as eager, taking that as the apprentices normal calm attitude. As the apprentice spoke up to her mentor however, the huntress began to feel a bit bad. Her whiskers and tail drooped a bit. She hadn't meant to interrupt Screepaw, who clearly wanted to be on her own. She'd been sent to find Berrypaw after all - Berrypaw! The Somali sheepishly leaped to her paws, turning and racing across the sand without a word. "Berrypaw? Hello?" she called, standing near the nests. Gosh, how could she have been so forgetful! Goldentide with Lioncrest // Clearwater Beach ♒︎♒︎☀♒︎♒︎
The large tom felt his long-buried more kit-like side trying to fight it's way to the surface, especially when his brother challenged him that way. Lioncrest was always so skilled with pushing just the proper buttons to get certain reactions out of him. Really, Goldentide better be more careful, his brother could play him like a fiddle and he should really try and put a stop to it.
"If that was the case, then you should have become a fisher," he snorted, shaking his head at his brother's overconfidence. Though the sun pressed down on him, the honey tom had thinner fur than his brother and took the heat more easily. Slipping across the sand, he cast a side glance at Makojaw and Pearlstone, rolling his eyes at their antics.
"Then you could join those two," Goldentide teased, tossing his head towards the fishers in question. Sharkpaw with Conchpaw // at Velvet Dunes ♒︎♒︎☀♒︎♒︎
Sharkpaw tried desperately to keep his mind clear. He had to actively struggle to repress all the memories that kept bubbling up inside of him, trying to force their way into his head, their claws lethal and sharper than any thorn. This was just a race. No one was in danger. Taking a breath, he pushed his limbs faster. Faster, always faster.
Conchpaw ran ahead of him, nearly tripping and shouting words that flew right over the gray and white tom's head. He was focused on the orange pelt, catching up to it being his only goal. Faster, Sharkpaw, he egged himself on, lowering his head as his paws slammed into the sand, not quite as elegant as the much more practiced apprentice before him. He had to win, this was a race. There were no other options. A real tom wouldn't have any problems. His claws flexed as he dug in and nearly propelled himself further. Faster, faster.
They need you! Reefpaw and Pearlpaw are hanging on for their lives. This is all your fault. Ternwing and Conchpaw are going so much quicker. Why wont his paws move faster? His breath had shortened now, his mind lost to his memories. The similarities between that morning and this one were no longer clear in his mind, all he saw was Conchpaw racing ahead of him.
Sharkpaw growled, though the sound was weak as though it came from a place that was uncertain. He'd woken Reefpaw up that morning.
'Let's race to Jagged Bluffs, bro.' 'Nah, the warriors are all just mouse-hearts!' 'You think you're tougher than me, Reefpaw?' 'Go away, Pearlpaw, we're fine!' 'Reefpaw! Pearlpaw! No! I... I'll go g-get help!'
He'd started it and yet he'd been spared being thrown over the edge of the cliff. Instead his siblings - Pearlpaw had nearly died and she hadn't wanted to be there in the first place! His whole body was trembling with stress but he kept running, almost numbly as his mind tortured him. It was your fault. All your fault. Reefpaw and Pearlpaw almost died. Pearlpaw will never be a hunter now. Your fault! The Velvet Dunes were in sight now but Sharkpaw couldn't see them, he was chasing his demons and losing. He kept running, no longer caring about the race but hoping that if he ran long and hard enough he could escape the voices inside his head. Pearlpaw with Dunepaw // in camp
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Pearlpaw who had rolled away from Reefpaw a bit, probably searching for Sharkpaw even in her sleep, was still sleeping pretty soundly. Her shoulder hadn't woken her yet, which was pretty unusual. The tiny white lump of fur stretched out in the sand and palm leaves, having completely tipped out of the reed nest that contained her sleeping litter mate. Her tail was apparently in someone's way and Pearlpaw's round blue eyes immediately flew open, crying out - mostly in shock.
Her gaze landed on Dunepaw, the younger but much more confident apprentice. He was already bigger than her, she noted, even though he was still covered in fluff. Wincing, the molly pulled her tail close to her body and tried to smile. "Sorry, Dunepaw," she apologized before mentally face-palming herself. Why are you apologizing fish-brain? Feeling a bit foolish, the pure white molly tried to sit up, shaking the sand out of her fur.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2020 18:17:21 GMT -5
Leopardtail - in Camp w/ Dovepaw - 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥Leopardtail looked Dovepaw up and down, his gaze shockingly passive. His whiskers twitched with amusement as the tom spoke, and he didn’t even bother to correct the apprentice’s foul language. When the tom finished, his reply was even, his tone was light-hearted. “No wonder they speak so ill of you behind your back.” He didn’t elaborate. He didn’t speak to Dovepaw often, but he did hear bad things every now and then about his attitude- not often enough to warrant rumors, but it didn’t really matter to him. “If you improved. “Trust me, you coming with me is the opposite of a favor.” He rolled his eyes at that particular comment. Sure, he would keep the apprentice busy, but it wasn’t a gift to be hanging around him, if his past few words were any indicator. They’d stay in the shallows today, he decided. The last thing he needed was an excuse to shove Dovepaw into deep waters.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 13, 2020 18:21:57 GMT -5
Pearlstone let out a huff in reply and tossed some sand over her prey to hide it from scavengers and from the sun. "round two." She asked, though it was more of a demand than a request as she slithered back into the water.
Screepaw was just about to tell Tallfin where she'd be hunting when she noticed Mangotuft's ears droop and was perplexed. The shecat seemed sad Screepaw wouldn't be joining them, though she and Screepaw had rarely spoken to each other. Screepaw tilted her head and decided she wanted to investigate this more. She turned back to Tallfin and mewed, "I think I'll join you. Can we hunt near the bay?"
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 13, 2020 21:27:49 GMT -5
C O N C H P A W at the Velvet Dunes, accompanied by Sharkpaw (little blu ♥ ) The dunes rose like golden shoulders, striped with yellow grass. His legs burned as he hurtled towards them, but he could never frown when he saw them. His mother had once said, 'you'll love it there, scallop,' and she had been right, as she always was.
'Why do you call me that?' he'd asked her.
Her tongue had rasped between his ears, and he'd rested against her belly. 'Because you're as sweet as scallop meat, Conchkit.'
Leaping forward, he plunged his paws into the sand. Grit washed his face, and he shut his eyes as a cloud of dust encircled his head. He coughed, but declared his victory anyways. "I w—! Pth—! I win!" he sputtered.
Pulling his legs from the sand, Conchpaw clambered over the small yellow dune. A fine white layer of powder had covered his face, and a track of tears leaked from his eyes. Still, he lifted his chin proudly, and exposed his skinny orange throat. His legs swing like vines as he strut across the crown of the sand hill.
"Being the generous hunter I am," he trilled, "I'll still catch something of your choosing, of course!"
Looking to Sharkpaw, who was only a few gallops away, he expected to see him huffing. Instead, he saw a strange look in his eye, as if his thoughts had run in the opposite direction—if he was even thinking anything at all.
"Sharkpaw?"
Hopping from the dune, he felt his brow furrow as he stepped into his path.
"Sharkpaw!"
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Jul 13, 2020 22:40:23 GMT -5
hello! i hate to interrupt or anything, but i was wondering if you were still open? ;w;]
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Jul 13, 2020 22:56:02 GMT -5
oh! wonderful :0 i gotta completely read the front page, but just to be clear, is this a claim-a-cat or ocs? i was a tad thrown off by the section where you can claim cats, its different than what im used to]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 13, 2020 23:10:34 GMT -5
( Hello, Morrigan! Looking forward to meeting a new member, if you decide to join! ^0^ )
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Jul 13, 2020 23:53:31 GMT -5
oh! wonderful :0 i gotta completely read the front page, but just to be clear, is this a claim-a-cat or ocs? i was a tad thrown off by the section where you can claim cats, its different than what im used to] (it’s both! we figure it’s more fun to have family members who are RPed outside of ourselves so that’s why there’s the option to make claimable cats, but OC’s are 100% welcome as well. i hope that makes sense and answers your question) that makes sense! its getting a tad late for me so ill probably complete my forms tomorrow, if that's okay!
also another quick question xD on the list of claimable cats, Frigatepaw is listed? I was thinking of trying to claim her but Im unaware what her name means xD google just tells me it's an navy ship ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 14, 2020 0:02:25 GMT -5
( You didn't ask me, but- Frigate is short for Frigatebird! They're a type of seabird! ^0^ )
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Jul 14, 2020 0:04:04 GMT -5
( You didn't ask me, but- Frigate is short for Frigatebird! They're a type of seabird! ^0^ ) OH that makes a whole lot more sense ]
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Post by Sand on Jul 14, 2020 1:20:50 GMT -5
( Echokit's done for now, I'm working on Rippleclaw in the meantime but I may not post him until tomorrow. Let me know if there's anything I need to change.. wasn't sure on age for Echokit since I couldn't find a reference to how long it's been since Turtleheart's death.) 『 Echokit 』 3 moons┊ ≈ ┊tom┊ ≈ ┊unknown┊ ≈ ┊ Echokit is a tiny , thin, and somewhat fuzzy furred tom with pointy ears. He looks much like his rogue father with a stark white coat and long white whiskers. He's got a bright pink nose with a black dot on it. As for his eyes, Echokit has odd colored eyes. His left eye is blue and his right is yellow. Like most kits, Echokit is full of energy and could probably bounce off the nursery's walls if possible. He's a rambunctious, young kit with a lot of vim and vigor to him. Though he doesn't have any experience in life, he is quite proud of his small achievements. He may be too fiery at times for one to handle. He's also sly as a fox, but sometimes it doesn't work out in his favor. After all, being as young and small as he is not that helpful. Nonetheless, he makes do even if it ends in a failure or success. Echokit doesn't remember anything at all about Turtleheart or his littermates. However, he's got Piperstorm, who he relies on. He sees her as his supporter and she's also the one cat he looks up to the most. He hopes to one day be as strong-willed and ambitous as she is. His mother was Turtleheart, who died during childbirth along with his three littermates who were stillborn. His father is a rogue. His adopted mother is Piperstorm, who was Turtleheart's best friend.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 14, 2020 13:16:23 GMT -5
tallfin location: camp accompanied by: chiapaw && screepaw && mangotuftMangotuft dashed away, red fur swinging behind her like grass in the wind. Tallfin flicked an ear. She had forgotten about Berrypaw. Mangotuft must have found Screepaw in the process and - well, the ruddy she-cat was habitually distracted. The silver and white tabby drops his gaze to Screepaw, rolling over her change of heart in his mind. Did you buckle under the pressure, little apprentice? That’s not like you. What’s up? What are you thinking? He would push her on it later during the walk. Screepaw was shaping up to be a great hunter, and as one of the older apprentices she’s a good example for the younger ones. Tallfin makes a mental note to ask Rainsplash and Piperstorm if they would assist him with testing her, later this week. There were still a few aspects of hunting she needed to work on before he was comfortable recommending her for full hunter status. The two older cats could help him pick out other weaknesses they could work on.
“The bay sounds fine”, Tallfin replied with a dip of his head. “Any reason in particular for choosing the bay?”
Small push, just to start.
makojaw location: clearwater beach accompanied by: pearlstoneMakojaw glanced down at the halcyon scales of the parrotfish, glimmering with the sad, dull sheen of dead things exposed to the light. Sad that such a beautiful thing had to die, he thought. But that was nature. That’s just the cycle of things. No need to linger; he was a hunter; this was his prey. In being born its destiny was already laid out; you will be absorbed by the ether, you will become part of another. Makojaw kicked dirt of the fish. It rolled slightly from the impact.
“Round two it is!” Makojaw called at Pearlstone. She had already descended back into the water. Eager, much? Makojaw laughed, a grin creasing his mouth. These are Cheshire cats, we have decided; we being, incidentally, I, the fourth-wall-breaking author. If cats can be reborn, they can certainly grin. “I won’t go easy on you!”
dovepaw | living in the past, it's a new generation location: camp accompanied by: leopardtail“I don’t give a damn about my reputation”, Dovepaw swung his head around to face Leopardtail. His ears were flat against his head implying that, actually, Dovepaw did care at least a little bit. Even if just as a reason to be angry; to justify his swings in emotions. Ups were the fleeting moments of calm. The downswing lasted longer. He was dragged back down to the valley naturally. Gravity. Dovepaw was angry at the baseline. “LOL” – he pronounces each letter slowly, as if he were repeating them for a bankteller – “good one, Leopardtail.”
His tail, soft and lightly feathered, was fluffed into an irritated plume. “And um, do you like hate yourself or something? “Cause you’re the one who asked me to go out. So if you didn’t want to be around me, why did you come over here? Looking for an excuse to insult someone? Well haha, you’re so funny. I’m super insulted. Thanks, appreciate it.”
That soft fluffy tail is lashing back and forth. “Let’s be off then!”
Dovepaw, without looking back to see if the warrior is following him, stalks out the exit Goldentide was formerly guarding.
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 14, 2020 14:17:58 GMT -5
( I'm going to wait a bit longer for Frost to reply with Berry, if not I'll just have Mango give up! cx Also, he's three moons old, Sand! )
Sharkpaw with Conchpaw // at Velvet Dunes ♒︎♒︎☀♒︎♒︎
There was no stopping now. He was like a cat on a mission, though he didn't know what his goal was, he just knew that his paws had to keep moving. Sharkpaw flashed across the sand, pushing his body faster than it was ready to go this early in the morning. His shoulders began to protest in a familiar burn and his lungs struggled to take in air. The less oxygen reached his system the deeper he sank into the darkness. Fear had him swallowing his heart, eyes wide, ignoring the burn of sand that made them water. He had to keep running. Faster.
The dunes barely slowed him down, though his paws sank deeper with each step. He just fought harder, probably pulling a muscle as he forced his body to the limit. His head began to feel fuzzy, his vision swerving and diving before him but all he could do was keep going. Your fault. Your fault. The voice echoed through his head like a broken record, spinning around and around, giving him not a single moment of peace.
Suddenly a dash of orange appeared before his eyes, though with his distorted vision he couldn't quite make out what the figure was at first. The closer he got, the more it took a feline shape. Sharkpaw was thrust back into reality as Conchpaw called his name, stepping directly into his path, his yellow eyes boring into him. The gray and white tom opened his mouth but no sound came out and though he tried to slow down, the momentum of his body had him slamming into the other apprentice, sending them rolling into the soft, velvety sand - for which the dunes get their name.
Sharkpaw choked as sand invaded his nose and mouth, flaring up into his eyes and covering him from head to toe as the two rolled down a dune. His whole body heaved as he desperately tried to bring air back into his body, having already been deprived of oxygen from his run. "C-Con-" he tried but couldn't needing to breathe more than he needed to speak.
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Post by highprince on Jul 14, 2020 15:12:10 GMT -5
Lioncrest with Goldentide Clearwater beach "I may be a fantastic swimmer, but that doesn't mean I want to spend all my time in the water," Lioncrest retorted. He followed Goldentide's glance at where Makojaw and Pearlstone were - er, had been. Despite his bragging, Lioncrest knew he'd never be able to move around in the water as fast as the real fishers did. "And I'll have to pass up on that. I think my head would spin if I got caught in the middle of their bickering." Lioncrest shook his head. As much as he loved his clanmates separately, the two of them put together was enough to drive even the most patient cat mad. On top of that, their little jabs at each other tended to fly right over Lioncrest's head and confuse them, and asking what they meant never did any good.
The golden tom walked to the shore as the water came up over his paws, pulling at them as it receded back into the ocean. He waded out farther, shivering as the salty ocean water soaked through his belly fur. "Come on! The water's great!" Lioncrest called, looking over his shoulder back at Goldentide.
Tumblepaw with MantispawCampTumblepaw somehow managed to keep up with the words flying out of Mantispaw's mouth. She was giving so many suggestions - talk to Dovepaw and Sharkpaw, talk to their parents, go to where the unity ceremonies were thrown - soon she'd be suggesting to talk to the fish in the ocean. Though Tumblepaw was grateful for her help, she'd been given the dream after all, so she was probably the best bet to be able to solve it. "We should definitely not talk to Dovepaw. He's scary," Tumblepaw admitted, thinking about how the other apprentice had spat at him when he made an off-hand comment about how nice his fur looked one morning. "But..." he looked down at his paws, "talking to Morningrain also sounds scary."
Through process of elimination, that made her last suggestion the best one. "Let's go to crescent cove!" He declared, remembering the most recent unity ceremony being held there. He remembered watching Coralshine perform in the ceremony, wondering if he'd have to do that once he got his medicine cat name. While he knew he'd never have a unity ceremony of his own, he didn't mind - after all, what could a mate give him that friends like Mantispaw couldn't?
Cattlespot with Coralshine and PlumeriabreezeCamp
Cattlespot chuckled at Plumeriabreeze's comment. "Don't you worry about these old bones," he answered, smiling at her. "They keep me up, and that's all that matters." He had never been an agile cat, and that hadn't changed as he got older. That was fine with him, though - Cattlespot didn't need to be zipping around all the time. He was happy being like a rock, a steady figure that his clanmates were able to cling onto when they were having difficulties. It was an unofficial job that he loved.
He nodded in response to Plumeriabreeze's next question, telling her the herbs that Coralshine had given him - basil, lemongrass, comfrey. "It would be horrible if any of the queens had trouble," he said, thinking about some of the messier births he'd witnessed - nothing was more tragic than a queen that passed after kitting. "Coralshine's right, we should head out. I want to be back before the apprentices have stolen all the fresh-kill." Cattlespot purred lightly, thinking about the group of rascals, and his own tiny apprentice.
Blazeheart with Kite Rockbound Bay Blazeheart wondered if this molly was messing with her - did she really believe seals were cats that had all their fur fall off? No, she couldn't, but she seemed so genuine. Blazeheart decided to keep playing along - she would be the one doing the messing here. "No, these are just our elders," she answered solemnly. "The rest of our group is still out hunting in the water. These guys are so old that all their fur's fallen off - that's why they're so big, too, they never stop growing." Blazeheart was awfully proud of her reasoning here, even if pulling a fast one on a total stranger was a little bit rude. "That's why I look so different from them. I'm still young."@nettles
Dunepaw with Pearlpaw Camp Dunepaw cringed as Pearlpaw cried out. He was almost hoping that she'd have slept through it and he'd be able to move on with his day. He looked down at the little apprentice - two moons older than him and still so small, just like his sisters. "What are you saying sorry for?" He asked, sounding more aggressive than he needed to. Dunepaw never said sorry for being in anyone's way. It was their fault for not going around him, obviously, like it was Dunepaw's fault for stepping on Pearlpaw's tail. No, I'd just woken up and she didn't need to put her stupid tail out in front of everyone, he reasoned, his mind rushing to make any excuse as to how he wasn't in the wrong here - Dunepaw never messed up, it was always someone else's fault, clearly. Any guilt lifted from him, and he squinted at Pearlpaw, not helping with his initially aggressive tone.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jul 14, 2020 15:18:42 GMT -5
•Berrypaw• {With-Otterfur|Mangotuft} [Location-Camp]
Berrypaw carried a couple of mice by the ends of their tails, carefully padding up to where Otterfur lay, curled up in a bundle of fluffy brown fur. She could see the rise and fall of his flank, as he snoozed in a sunny corner of the camp. She let out a soft purr, before moving up to him, and setting the mice down gently. Giving the elder a soft nudge with her nose, she spoke to him, gently. “Good morning, Otterfur. I’m sorry to wake you. But I brought you something to eat, before I go out.” The small white and black she-cat gently groomed the old cats fur, as she watched him stir, giving a huge yawn, showing two rows of sharp teeth. She felt him shift beneath her grooming, groaning, with what she was guessing was pain and stiffness. “Would you like me to see if I can get you something to help with your joints, before I go.?” She tilted her head, her green eyes sparkling with respect for Otterfur. She had a huge love and admiration for her elders, knowing they had served their clan well. She watched the tom give a tiny shake of his head, as he took a bite of the mice she brought him. “No thank you, Berrypaw.” He responded, only to pause as they heard Berrypaw’s name being called. “That sounds like Mangotuft. You better be off.” With a respectful nod, Berrypaw turned and bounded over to the reddish-brown molly. She gave a flick of her tail, eyes bright with apology. “Hello, Mangotuft. I apologize. I was up and making sure the Otterfur had gotten some breakfast. Have you been looking for me.?”{ little blu ♥ }
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Post by midnightember on Jul 14, 2020 15:20:18 GMT -5
OOC: My apologies if my post was missed, ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ but I wondered if you wanted to roleplay? I have a starter a few pages ago and thought they might be sweet!
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jul 14, 2020 15:31:36 GMT -5
{Of course Midnight. Can you repost it.? I’m sorry. I’m at work. And I can’t post as fast or see as much on my phone. It takes awhile.}
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