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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Jul 18, 2020 9:56:12 GMT -5
{That would be great! Whichever one youβd like!}
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 19, 2020 0:38:39 GMT -5
Piperstorm with Echokit and Orchidbloom // in camp βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
Orchidbloom nodded in response to the brown tabby she-cat's suggestion, casting a glance at the medicine cat den. She hoped Tumblepaw was still inside the den, her shoulder really was being bothersome. "You're right, he can hopefully help patch me up," the silver fawn collector murmured aloud, wincing as she tried to put weight on her injury.
"Need some help ther-" Piperstorm began to ask, stepping closer to the younger she-cat. She paused when Orchidbloom jumped, startled by the loud 'BOO' that came from behind her. She'd been so focused on trying to stand without her leg buckling, the molly hadn't even noticed the small white furred kit's approach. Being spooked had her landing hard on her paw which caused a yelp to escape from Orchidbloom's throat, even through her gritted teeth. "Ouch." "That might have been too scary, Echokit," Piperstorm couldn't fight the laugh that bubbled up in her chest. Shaking her head, she padded to stand before the little tom, touching her nose to his gently. "You might wanna apologize, kid," she whispered, making it a suggestion rather than an order. The tan tabby cat never claimed to be the best mother, some doubted her ability to raise Turtleheart's remaining kit, but there was no doubt who loved him the most. Echokit was hers, blood or not.
"No need, I'm no scardy-kit," Orchidbloom defended, pretneding to be offended, puffing out her chest. After the initial shock had worn off, the fawn molly couldn't help but be amused, even ignoring her shoulder in order to engage the mother-son pair. A tinge of jealousy hit her heart. Starclan what she'd give to have a kit, especially an adopted one since that would be the only way possible for her. Mangotuft
Berrypaw, Chiapaw, Screepaw & Tallfin // in camp βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
The molly shared a smile with the apprentice, her smile warm and full of laughter. She couldn't resist a giggle at Berrypaw's comment about her legs, watching her wave one of her short paws in the air. "Don't worry, Berrypaw, I won't let you fall too far behind! Plus, my legs may be long but that just means I have further to fall when I trip over my paws," Mangotuft admitted in a stage whisper, though there was a tiny hint of insecurity behind that statement. She could often be a bit clumsy - which was very unbecoming for a hunter.
Watching the two sisters reunite was adorable and made the Somali think about her own relationship with Coralshine. She and her sister had always been very close, straight out of the womb, nearly twins. Things changed a bit when they decided to follow different paths but they still managed to remain close. Mangotuft hoped the same would be so if these sisters had to split up.
"If Tallfin is ready to go? Well, are you?" the reddish molly asked her senior, nearly bouncing like the apprentices beside her. Yep, that was Mangotuft. ( I have been trying to get these replies out for hours. Literal hours. Everyone and their mother has interrupted me with something or other, I lost the replies - TWICE. Finally wised up and saved them. Went to post them, lost internet. Lost everything! Got internet back, went to google docs, had only TWO of the four responses saved! /facepalm with a truck/ I GIVE UP. I am going to bed. I will re-write Seagullstar and Sharkpaw tomorrow. I am sorry. ; - ; )
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 19, 2020 1:13:51 GMT -5
( ooh no!! it happens, Blu, but I'm sorry it happened to you! get some good sleep <3 <3 <3)
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 19, 2020 18:45:11 GMT -5
Sharkpaw with Conchpaw // at Velvet Dunes βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
Sharkpaw let out a breath that might have been called a sigh of relief, his heart starting to calm in his chest. Conchpaw was alright, he hadn't gotten mortally wounded in their tumble. Though the sand was soft enough that there wasn't really a chance of death capturing either tom, the anxiety tom happened to be feeling seemed to fade a bit. He let his watering eyes drift close after rubbing them quickly, trying to keep his breath as steady as he could. His throat felt like bees were swarming madly inside of him but he tried to supress another cough.
The gray and white tom listened distractedly to Conchpaw's chatter about their den-mate. Something about a puffer-fish? Sharkpaw was more concerned with how he was going to hide the fact that he'd lost control. Brave toms don't get lost in their fear and bowl other apprentices over. His ego was sure to take a hit if the orange tom ever found out.
His attention returned rather sharply to Conchpaw when the tom asked him if he was alright, mentioning that he wouldn't usually let something like that happen. Guilt ate away at his stomach, sitting so heavy Sharkpaw worried if he tried to move he'd be rooted to the spot. Resisting the urge to lash out, the tom shook himself with a rusty chuckle - due to his throat being a bit torn up at the moment.
"I was just playing. Lighten up, Conchpaw. You were talking smack, so I tackled you. It's not my fault you fell over and sent us both tumbling," the tom teased, his smirk equal parts playful and sarcastic. The run had shaken him to the core and he had realized that his emotions had been too close to the surface since he'd woken up. Now, his arrogant, playful mask was carefully back in place.
Seagullstar with Shellsplash, Palefeather // in camp βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
"Fine, alright, you win," Seagullstar admitted defeat lightly, his tone hinting laughter as he brushed noses with Shellsplash. There was no point in arguing with his mate at this point. A single piece of prey shared between them surely wouldn't leave the rest of the clan going hungry. Plus, he would try and go hunting later and grab some more kills for the pile. Shaking his head, the tom padded towards the opening in the sand that led to the prey cave. On his way there however, his large ears picked up the soft cries of a familiar cat. "Palefeather..?" he mewed aloud, turning his hazel gaze on the nests beside him, worry prickling beneath his pelt. The silvery tabby and white tom quickly spotted the gray fur of his sister. Padding towards her, Seagullstar gently nudged her flank with his paw. "Palefeather, you're dreaming. You're in camp, I'm here. You're safe," the tom soothed quietly, unsure what to say to make his sister feel safe. He wondered if Tallfin would do a better job of this. ( Teal, I'll add your characters now! Also, I'm waiting for Dune's response to write Pearl ~ )
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 19, 2020 18:48:41 GMT -5
hello!)
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 19, 2020 18:53:02 GMT -5
( Hi, Morning! c: How are you? )
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 19, 2020 18:59:40 GMT -5
I'm good. How are you?)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 19, 2020 19:06:40 GMT -5
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Post by Tealraven on Jul 19, 2020 19:11:36 GMT -5
( hey guys! how is everyone this fine sunday? I have Baymist, Palmshade & Saltpaw open for interaction if anybody's interested c: )
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 19, 2020 20:07:13 GMT -5
( Dinner, sorry! I'm great, a little tired but I'll pull through!
Hi Teal! c: )
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Post by α΄α΄‘Κ on Jul 19, 2020 20:35:27 GMT -5
C O N C H P A W Sharkpaw was lying. Conchpaw had heard him laugh many times before, and never did it sound so forced. His voice was pulled tight, like a plant being unearthed for its roots. He might have tried to hide it by teasing him, but Conchpaw's feelings were clear on his face. He didn't believe himβnot a bit.
"Is that so?" he meowed. His voice was mildβalmost a murmur. It didn't carry the same playfulness that Sharkpaw used, but he didn't say anything more than that. He only nodded, and resigned to let him keep his secret. He knew better than to push his luck. That had been a hard lesson to learn, because his insides always pulled for him to dig deeper. He couldn't risk it, though. If he scooped away too much sand, all of it might cave in on him.
So be it, he thought.
Standing up, the smaller tom swished his tail, and turned his back on the other apprentice. He lifted his bright pink nose as he glanced over his shoulder. "It sounds to me like you might be a sore loser," he countered, his eyes narrowing with equal mischief. Sharkpaw may have sounded like he was feeling better, but he couldn't trust that he wasβnot after seeing such fright in his eyes. So, he decided, if Sharkpaw was putting on a mask, then so was he.
"Have you considered it, then?" he asked. "What I'll catch for you. I may have won, but I won't leave you with an empty belly after challenging you to a race."
He lifted his head even furtherβso much so, that you might have heard his neck crack, if you were close enough. "I'm great like that," he stated, though it was hard not to laugh at himself.
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Post by ΚΡΟΙͺα΄α΄ΚΙͺΞ·Ι’ Ξ·ΙͺΙ’Κα΄ΡΚΞ±ΙΡ ~ ~π» on Jul 20, 2020 19:59:55 GMT -5
γ Shrimpclaw γ 46 Moonsβ β βMaleβ β βHeterosexualβ β βFisher** Shrimpclaw is a very tiny tom he's short and lithe for his build. He has short ginger fur with a few spots running through his pelt. His eyes are sandy gold color with hints of amber. The tom is pretty charismatic he would flirt with any she-cat he could see and throw corny one-liners. The tiny tom can be very stubborn either picking fights when he shouldn't and disregarding others. He is very difficult always trying to prove to others and himself that his size that doesn't matter. However, it's not so much his size but clearly his attitude and trying so hard to be something he isn't. Being born has the runt of the litter of the family that hasn't been easy. The tom has faced many hardships over the years trying to prove himself to his clan and family. However, the clan didn't put pressure onto him but his family sure did. They didn't mind pushing him to the extreme and comparing him to his sister Lotusfin who always seem to beat him. He grew jealous of his sister and wanted to be known for being Shrimpclaw and not the family's weak link. Openβ β β??? + ??? = Lotusfin, Shrimpclaw, ???β β βother @/cyn
γ Lotusfin γ
46 Moonsβ β βFemaleβ β βHomosexualβ β βHunter**
Lotusfin is a cream colored she-cat with blue-points. Her eyes are similar to her brothers Shrimpclaw except her eye shape is a bit more round. She has a knick on her ear and a scar on the bridge of her nose. The cream colored she-cat is very optimistic she tries to find some good in any given situation. She is very proud of her skills so proud that if she doesn't catch any prey rumour has it she stays out there and doesn't come back until she brings back food for the Clan. She can be pretty compulsive with her decisions and it gets her into trouble; she often doesn't think and just acts. Lotusfin was the first born in the litter she had gained the respect of her family as she grew up to be a hunter, although she felt bad for her brother Shrimpclaw. While she was doing great he was struggling but when he did manage to do great accomplishments their parents never really saw that but she did. She often try and make him feel better but he didn't want to hear it from her and walk away. She didn't have the greatest relationship with him and it made her sad. Openβ β β??? + ??? = Lotusfin, Shrimpclaw, ???β β βOther @/cyn
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 20, 2020 20:07:21 GMT -5
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Post by ΚΡΟΙͺα΄α΄ΚΙͺΞ·Ι’ Ξ·ΙͺΙ’Κα΄ΡΚΞ±ΙΡ ~ ~π» on Jul 20, 2020 20:08:46 GMT -5
{Awesome thank you :3}
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 22, 2020 12:04:16 GMT -5
I finished Gavilana! γ Gavilana γ 40 moonsβ β βfemaleβ β βstraightβ β βoutsider Gavilana is a tall shecat with sleek fur. Her pelt has alternating stripes of creamy white and deep, wine red. Her blind eyes are bright blue colored. Gavilana is a mysterious cat and is hard to read, constantly caught between the impression given to others by her graceful looks and her true, inner recluse. She loves to hear stories from other cats and enjoys telling stories of her own; often trading stories like currency. Gavilana is very skilled with healing, even though some of her methods are a bit....primeval. Others may consider her crazy and deranged but Gavilana is actually quite intelligent. Rumors from those who have met her swear she has some sort of supernatural power and some cats in the area she lives go out of their way to avoid her. Gavilana's spiritual beliefs are similar to that of the clan cats though she calls them 'Spirit Ancestors" and believes they are the protectors of the natural world and often look for signs of their presence and their guidance. She was granted a gift of visions from the Spirit Ancestors When Gavilana was a young cat, she had an innate curiosity about life and death. She learned all she could of how herbs could be used to prolong life, or cause death. She dreamed about what would happen to a cat after death and came to learn about the Spirit Ancestors. As her knowledge grew, so did the unease other cats felt whenever they talked to her. As a young adult, Gavilana had made a reputation for herself as a healer and was therefore taken into a powerful rogue group as their personal healer. Her captors were not kind to her and she has many scars to show for it. Gavilana knew how dangerous these cats were and how they practically ran the whole city, and one day, when tending the leaders' wounds after a skirmish, she decided to take matters into her own paws; killing him by using herbs meant to harm. In the resulting chaos, she fled and hid for several days while the rogues hunted her down to kill her for taking their leaders' life. Early one morning, Gavilana heard the rogues and knew she'd been found. She was too exhausted to run any longer. They slashed at her face, destroying the eyesight she needed in order to heal properly. The Spirits Ancestors granted her a gift to receive visions, now that her sight was gone. Gavilana relearned all her healing practices with the help of her newfound power. She now lives in the forest with an old twoleg hermit who always offers great cuddles but never seems to pay any mind to her healing antics. noneβ β βnoneβ β βnone Morningglory
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Post by ΚΡΟΙͺα΄α΄ΚΙͺΞ·Ι’ Ξ·ΙͺΙ’Κα΄ΡΚΞ±ΙΡ ~ ~π» on Jul 22, 2020 18:03:10 GMT -5
{Alright I have Shrimpclaw and Lotusfin up if anyone wants to role-play}
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 22, 2020 18:03:47 GMT -5
I have Crabclaw, and I think I'm going to open Screepaw up)
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Post by ΚΡΟΙͺα΄α΄ΚΙͺΞ·Ι’ Ξ·ΙͺΙ’Κα΄ΡΚΞ±ΙΡ ~ ~π» on Jul 22, 2020 18:04:35 GMT -5
{Alrighty would you like for me to post a starter up or you? I don't really mind either way :3}
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 22, 2020 18:16:40 GMT -5
which one did you want to rp with?)
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Post by ΚΡΟΙͺα΄α΄ΚΙͺΞ·Ι’ Ξ·ΙͺΙ’Κα΄ΡΚΞ±ΙΡ ~ ~π» on Jul 22, 2020 18:17:23 GMT -5
{Crabclaw}
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 22, 2020 18:19:08 GMT -5
Crabclaw Crabclaw sniffed around the prey pile, looking for something small to eat. He finally decided on a fish and carried it over to a shaded part of camp. He plopped his hulking frame onto the ground and began to eat. As he ate, he watched the goings on of camp. This was one of his favorite pastimes, watching his clanmates go about their daily lives and sometimes he tried to guess what they were thinking about or feeling.
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Post by ΚΡΟΙͺα΄α΄ΚΙͺΞ·Ι’ Ξ·ΙͺΙ’Κα΄ΡΚΞ±ΙΡ ~ ~π» on Jul 22, 2020 18:57:05 GMT -5
Shrimpclaw The ginger spotted tom was walking around camp wondering what to do with his predicament. He wanted to prove himself instead of being the failure of the family he growled and shook his head. "I don't need their approval," he said to himself. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and accidently ran into Crabclaw. His fur felt hot from embarrassment as he ran into his clanmate.
"Oh carp sorry Crabclaw I wasn't watching where I was going," he said feeling awful. He was so caught up with his own problems he didn't even pay attention. Oh, great; add that to the list of embarrassments, he thought bitterly. The tiny fisher didn't know what to do he was just standing their awkward trying to think of what to say. He furrowed his brows before letting out his breath. "Well since I bumped into you is there anything I can help you?" he asked trying to be friendly.
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Post by MadFaith on Jul 22, 2020 22:51:27 GMT -5
(Hope this form is okay, if you need me to change anything, please let me know! I will be pretty busy tomorrow but I will do my best to respond ) γ Isledriftγ 28 moonsβ β βMollyβ β βHeterosexualβ β βHunter Isledrift is a petite short-furred molly with a rounded tear shaped face. Her pelt is a light cream colour with dark brown tabby stripes running throughout her face and tail. Some areas of her pelt are a darker brown, almost sandy in colour, most noticeably on the backs of her ears, chest and a line running down the length of her spine. Her eyes are what catches other's attention the most as they are strikingly light blue around the pupal and then silver at the edges. Due to her rather dramatic introduction to the clan and the traumatic experience that brought it about, Isledrift still has a strong fear of the water. She doesn't mind wandering along the beach, rather, that it is one of her favorite past times, but she will flee from the waves giving her the appearance of a sand piper running from the tide. Since she is still new to the clan she tends to be slightly timid, but there is a determination that burns beneath the surface as she longs to fit in with her new family. Although she chose the path of hunter she is set on bettering herself in as many areas as she can and she can frequently be found pestering others to teach her more. She is a softhearted molly who cares deeply for those around her but she can be a very chatty cat if you ask the right questions. With her upbringing being on a boat she was fortunate enough to see many different places and experience firsthand the habits of the two-legs, this history has lead her to be quite the storyteller and she will frequently exaggerate her stories ever so slightly to make them a tad more captivating. Isledrift also has an affinity for collecting washed up two-leg objects she finds along the beach and then explaining their uses as she understands them to others, if she doesn't know their use she simply makes one up. Isledrift grew up on a cargo ship as Emmylou, or Emmy for short. She was the resident mouser on a crew of multiple two-legs and herself. She spent very little time with other cats as the ship spent very little time at docks and spent more time on the open water. One day there was a harsh storm that hit the ship as it was on one of it's trips and Emmy was thrown off the side of the boat by a huge wave that crashed over the deck. By some miracle she washed up on the shore of CoastClan's island and was nursed back to health by Coralshine, something Isledrift is immensely thankful for. As she got to know the clan she decided to join its ranks as a hunter. Despite the moons she has spent within the clan part of her heart is still drawn to the sea and she frequently finds herself wandering the beaches at night worrying for the two-legs she once called family and waiting for the ship to come back for her. No one yetβ β βUnknownβ β βN/a MadFaith
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 22, 2020 23:01:51 GMT -5
(Hi Faith! Your form looks good to me, Iβm sure itβll be added whenever Blu gets the chance c: )
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Post by MadFaith on Jul 22, 2020 23:05:29 GMT -5
(Thank you so much Rainy! This clan looks so cool and I am super excited!)
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Jul 24, 2020 7:31:50 GMT -5
{Also missing this a whole ton.}
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Post by Tealraven on Jul 24, 2020 13:12:33 GMT -5
( Hi Frost ^^ If you have any cats open I could send Baymist or Palmshade their way o: )
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Jul 24, 2020 18:56:38 GMT -5
{Uhm. I have quite a few open. If you wanna do some starters, Iβll have my characters interact with yours.?}
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Post by MadFaith on Jul 24, 2020 19:04:32 GMT -5
(Does anyone have any cats open? I have Isledrift!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2020 19:15:23 GMT -5
((ive got morningrain open :0))
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