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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 23, 2020 21:47:37 GMT -5
[ before i get a response up, does anyone have any open cats they want to hop in magpiechirp + heatherblaze's hunting adventure? ]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2020 21:56:26 GMT -5
Hey everyone! I wanted to say this up front so no one gets confused if I disappear suddenly or don't respond fast enough to posts. I recently started working again! (yay...) I work Wed - Sat throughout the entire day. On those days I have high doubts on being active, but I will try. If your cats are with mine, please don't hesitate to move them to something else if I don't reply for too long. I don't want anyone waiting on me))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2020 22:04:27 GMT -5
I have Ashpelt and Beetlechaser if anyone wants to RP)
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 23, 2020 22:12:10 GMT -5
Gooseleap chuckled under his breath at the queen’s response. “I’d have the same attitude as my brother if every Greenleaf was this miserable,” he informed her, his laughter not lasting long enough to give much additional emotion to his words. He glanced at the she-cat sideways for a moment, indicating he was ready to part ways, then grabbed the mouse in his jaws to finalize the ended of their brief encounter. Giving little time for an attempt at further conversation, he dipped his head in parting and retreated to an unoccupied part of camp. He circled idly, moving so he could easily view the entirety of camp, then plopped down with his meal. Instead of starting his breakfast immediately, he spent several heartbeats analyzing his clanmates, searching for anything interesting to entertain him while he ate. ((another short post,, darn my introverted cats))
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Post by mimikyutie on Jul 23, 2020 22:50:26 GMT -5
((I had Cloudbreeze bugging Ashpelt earlier if you want to do that Stitch)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 24, 2020 3:40:54 GMT -5
"No, not as obvious as I probably make it out to be," said Mintface with a friendly purr. "Mostly because you don't talk to other cats very often. Which is perfectly fine. But that's part of the reason I might have picked up on it." Their tail twitched, flicking over the ground without getting the long brush of fur too badly in the dirt. They had just washed, after all. "Interacting with others as warriors can be hard without direction, I imagine. What do you like to do? When you were an apprentice, for example?" They were just as curious for the sake of conversation as they might have been for more helpful reasons.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 24, 2020 3:48:00 GMT -5
( XD I ain't a long poster tonight anyway.) She could practically feel her mentor tensing behind her, looking for an excuse. Robinpaw wanted to sigh, keeping up her pace but not allowing herself a moment of relaxation while in the close confines of the tunnels. This was the issue, really. Her mentor had no soul. That had to be it. She couldn't honestly work out what he gained from mentoring a cat like her. She wonder if she should put beetles in his nest again and make it look like the kits had done it. But she thought that was probably a trick that would only work once before she was found out. The tunnels got lighter up ahead, and Robinpaw at once pinpointed their location on her mental map. Not that the light was actually an exit, but instead a thin hole in the roof of the tunnels. If things got too dry and the ground loosened too much in dry heat there could potentially be issues when there was next a rainfall. Robinpaw turned into the left fork. This was the point when here mental map became slightly fuzzier. She was sure-pawed up to this point, but she wasn't completely sure about the next turn. Aldertail would certainly have words if she picked the wrong one. But at the approach she unhesitatingly picked the right fork. If she was wrong, then at least she'd be wrong pompously.
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Jul 24, 2020 7:41:06 GMT -5
[ before i get a response up, does anyone have any open cats they want to hop in magpiechirp + heatherblaze's hunting adventure? ] (Silverswift is available)
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 24, 2020 12:56:30 GMT -5
magpiechirp with heatherblaze, silverswift is mentioned _________________________________
A memory sprung towards Magpiechirp like an over-enthusiastic hare; bouncing around in her skull and forcing itself to be known, kicking, screaming, all gray fur and blue eyes and shy smiles. She had jokingly promised Silverswift that they would hang out one time. The memory hangs. Solemn moon. The context has been forgotten. Only the moon remains. Though, even the moon herself is shaded by the presence of the hare. Maybe her memory is confused. Maybe it wasn’t Silverswift, but another blue-eyed she-cat. The eyes, like the moon, remain.
“Actually, I think I told Silverswift that we would go hunting sometime”, Magpiechirp mewed. Because when you want to be friends with someone, what do you do? Go sit and stare absently into the gorge as you talk about your shared history? How do you bond with a cat who has already lived your life-story; who can root out your secrets, because they also know the scene and the players? You go hunting. Busy yourself in the company of another. It’s like shopping, for cats. You bring home prey like bags of pretty dresses. Trade one form of consumption for another. Going hare-hunting was the feline equivalent of a mall day. Magpiechirp does not think that, because she has no understanding of half-the-metaphor, but bear with me. We lost the fourth wall a while ago.
The mostly-black she-cat tilts her ear towards Heatherblaze. “You mind if I run and grab her real fast?”
Meanwhile, Magpiechirp lets her gaze search through camp wondering if her clan-mate will serendipitously appear.
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Jul 24, 2020 14:10:16 GMT -5
Morelspots -- with Fleetfoot // The Moore, headed to The Gorge
Spotting the rabbit at the same time, Morelspots was startled by Fleetfoot's sudden yowl, causing her to falter and watch as he ran after the prey. Gritting her teeth, she quickly composes herself and yells, "Hey! I saw it first!" then sprints after the tom. Within a couple of strides, the molly had caught up to him. As soon as the two were racing towards it, the rabbit lifted its head and locked eyes with the cats charging towards it before turning and running away. Morelspots curses under her breath and blames Fleetfoot for being so loud and startling the creature. If he didn't have such a loud voice then maybe they could've snuck up on the rabbit without it noticing them.
Morelspots stretched her front legs as far as she could, landing on her paws lightly, her limbs bending in a way that would absorb all of the shock and reduce the noise from her paws made immensely. The technique was like second nature at this point and she could now focus on the excitement that was building up within her from the chase. Pushing off her back legs, Morelspots launched herself even further, no longer focused on the cat she was racing with, but the rabbit that was running from them. Adrenaline was coursing through her blood, motivating her to push herself further, running like she was flying through the air. Morelspots was determined to get to the rabbit first.
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Jul 24, 2020 16:25:41 GMT -5
hey guys! sorry im a tad late, my new anxiety meds are making me drowsy... im finding it hard to get motivation to write! but i really really want to try and get some starters done today, is there anywhere i could jump in with Dustrunner and Blossompaw perhaps? :> ]
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 24, 2020 16:34:19 GMT -5
[ hi morrigan! no worries about rushing replies <3 i have moorwhistle and peonypaw open. peonypaw's starter is on the last page, i think, as is moorwhistles. they're both kind of hanging out in camp atm. edit: both starters r a bit long but pls do not worry about matching length i usually write like 200-300 word posts ]
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Jul 24, 2020 19:36:15 GMT -5
magpiechirp with heatherblaze, silverswift is mentioned _________________________________
A memory sprung towards Magpiechirp like an over-enthusiastic hare; bouncing around in her skull and forcing itself to be known, kicking, screaming, all gray fur and blue eyes and shy smiles. She had jokingly promised Silverswift that they would hang out one time. The memory hangs. Solemn moon. The context has been forgotten. Only the moon remains. Though, even the moon herself is shaded by the presence of the hare. Maybe her memory is confused. Maybe it wasn’t Silverswift, but another blue-eyed she-cat. The eyes, like the moon, remain.
“Actually, I think I told Silverswift that we would go hunting sometime”, Magpiechirp mewed. Because when you want to be friends with someone, what do you do? Go sit and stare absently into the gorge as you talk about your shared history? How do you bond with a cat who has already lived your life-story; who can root out your secrets, because they also know the scene and the players? You go hunting. Busy yourself in the company of another. It’s like shopping, for cats. You bring home prey like bags of pretty dresses. Trade one form of consumption for another. Going hare-hunting was the feline equivalent of a mall day. Magpiechirp does not think that, because she has no understanding of half-the-metaphor, but bear with me. We lost the fourth wall a while ago.
The mostly-black she-cat tilts her ear towards Heatherblaze. “You mind if I run and grab her real fast?”
Meanwhile, Magpiechirp lets her gaze search through camp wondering if her clan-mate will serendipitously appear.
Silverswift saw Magpiechirp looking for her. The she cat got up and bowed her head in greeting. “Hello, Magpiechirp. How’s everything going? I just caught a huge rabbit a few moments ago, and I was resting up before out next hunting trip,” she replied. She flicked her ear to make a fly shoo beside her. They were becoming annoying.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 24, 2020 22:38:48 GMT -5
Hawkeyes: Open
Seeing that no one needed him, Hawkeyes gives one more stretch before walking towards the entrance. Once he was outside of camp, He takes a deep breath and exhales as the wind blows against his face and fur. Why anyone would prefer trees over open air and grassland was beyond him. This was real freedom! He starts heading straight letting his paws and noise lead the way. There was bound to be some rabbits near by and possibly a mouse or two.
Hawkeyes opens his mouth to scent the air and smells a few rabbits in the distance. Gotcha! He crouches slightly and follows the scent trail.
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jul 25, 2020 0:46:52 GMT -5
[ i had hornetpaw open if you wanted, 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ ! there's a starter on pg. 2 i believe. ]
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Post by 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ on Jul 25, 2020 12:22:51 GMT -5
The molly's head tilted to the side in thought as Magpiechirp brought up the suggestion of Silverswift tagging along. She had no problem with that. In fact she didn't really care who came at all. Heatherblaze gave a an absent-minded flick of her ear. "Yeah sure, I don't mind." Seeing her scan out for the warrior, she found herself doing the same. And would you look at that. Look who showed up.
"Guess you won't have to look for her at all there Magpiechirp." Heatherblaze snickered as the molly approached the two of them. What perfect timing that was. The light brown tabby gave a stretch and flexed her claws. Starting to feel herself ready to get a move-on. She cast a sideways glance at Silverswift, who only greeted Magpiechirp. "Forgot about me Silverswift?" She scoffed to the warrior, but in no way that she was offended. More in a joking manner that she was pretty much ignored. Heatherblaze was in a surprisingly decent mood this morning. Other times she'd have little patience for a lot of the things that had gone on, but nope she was fine. The moor was starting to call her name. [ I've got Poppyshine open if anyone's looking for someone! ]
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 25, 2020 13:21:48 GMT -5
[ i had hornetpaw open if you wanted, 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ ! there's a starter on pg. 2 i believe. ] [ ooo! you mind if i toss peonypaw in with him? they both seem kind of stand-offish and grumpy, which may lead to an fun interaction. peony's mess-of-a-starter is on page 4 but i'm more than happy to write a quick post that throws him at hornetpaw ]
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Post by lazy penguin on Jul 25, 2020 13:36:51 GMT -5
Hoppaw
The last thing Hoppaw wanted to wake up to was an ambush from her sister. Sure Dartpaw was great, but not this early in the morning. "Great StarClan Dartpaw!" she shouted as her sister woke her from a dream. "I was trying to sleep!"
As her brain took a moment to process her sister's reasoning, she let out a small groan. "Dartpaw if you want your plan to work you'll have to stay in the den to keep me pinned down." She tried to roll over out of her sister's paws. "And then you'd be in the same amount of trouble that I'd be in."
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jul 25, 2020 15:10:02 GMT -5
[ that sounds good 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ !! they could definitely be fun together, the grumpy boys. ]
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Jul 25, 2020 18:25:17 GMT -5
The molly's head tilted to the side in thought as Magpiechirp brought up the suggestion of Silverswift tagging along. She had no problem with that. In fact she didn't really care who came at all. Heatherblaze gave a an absent-minded flick of her ear. "Yeah sure, I don't mind." Seeing her scan out for the warrior, she found herself doing the same. And would you look at that. Look who showed up.
"Guess you won't have to look for her at all there Magpiechirp." Heatherblaze snickered as the molly approached the two of them. What perfect timing that was. The light brown tabby gave a stretch and flexed her claws. Starting to feel herself ready to get a move-on. She cast a sideways glance at Silverswift, who only greeted Magpiechirp. "Forgot about me Silverswift?" She scoffed to the warrior, but in no way that she was offended. More in a joking manner that she was pretty much ignored. Heatherblaze was in a surprisingly decent mood this morning. Other times she'd have little patience for a lot of the things that had gone on, but nope she was fine. The moor was starting to call her name. [ I've got Poppyshine open if anyone's looking for someone! ] Silverswift purred in greeting. “Oh, of course not! You’re my Clanmate after all. Where are we going to hunt?” She asked the other molly. The silver she cat stretched her back legs and her front ones to relieve any cramps that came from her previous hunt with the rabbit she caught earlier. She looked at Magpiechirp and Heatherblaze for an answer.
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Post by Tealraven on Jul 25, 2020 18:58:00 GMT -5
Chickadeesong windclan camp | accompanied by Doveheart Chickadeesong wrinkled her nose in disgust when Doveheart described how robins ate their eggshells. "That's awful!" She said emphatically. "And they're such a pretty color, too." Her ears flicked forward and her golden eyes widened with interest as the other molly told her about the Twoleg farms. Chickadeesong had never seen a Twoleg -- not yet, anyway -- but she'd heard older warriors talk about them. They rarely came out onto the moor, so it was always a point of gossip when somebody spotted one. She knew they were supposed to stay away from Twolegs, but her curiosity got the best of her.
"Maybe we should go explore one of the Twoleg farms," she whispered, "and see if we can find a see-through stone or something cool like that!" It could be dangerous, and they might get in trouble for it, but they were also two fully-grown, fully-trained warriors now! They could totally take on one measly Twoleg, if they even ran into one! They were Chickadeesong and Doveheart! The idea sent a thrill racing up her spine. "What do you think?"
[@wonderfulalexander]
Swiftpaw windclan camp | accompanied by Furzepaw & Adderslink Swiftpaw tried not to look too delighted when Adderslink agreed to bring her along. She shot Furzepaw a mischievous grin and bounded after the warrior. They crossed the camp and had just reached the prickly gorse entrance tunnel when Swiftpaw spotted her mentor conversing with Magpiechirp and Poppyshine. The brown tabby seemed to be looking for something. When her eyes landed on Swiftpaw, the apprentice quickly ducked her head. Oops. I knew I should've waited to ask Heatherblaze first! She scolded herself silently, but Heatherblaze appeared to be preparing to go out on a patrol of her own. I... guess that works? 'Cause if she's busy, then... yeah.
Fur prickling awkwardly, Swiftpaw sprinted ahead through the gorse tunnel. "C'mon, slowpoke!" She shouted to Furzepaw. "We could still have our race." She arched an eyebrow at him. "First one to the Outlook Rock has to... take the loser's place checking the elders' ticks for a week!" That sounded like an appropriate punishment. And besides, there was no way she'd lose. She was literally named Swiftpaw, for StarClan's sake! She cocked her head cheekily at him.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 25, 2020 19:25:50 GMT -5
magpiechirp with heatherblaze and silverswift _________________________________
The evening sun casts soft orange shadows over the three she-cats. Now that Silverswift has joined their party, it was time to embark. Magpiechirp cast a soft, sympathetic glance towards Heatherblaze. Her chest tightened slightly. Just as Silverswift had initially only noticed Magpiechirp, the she-cat had herself only recognized her friend when she approached Heatherblaze, Poppyshine, and Moorwhistle earlier. Her own defects were reflected back at her. Over-enthusiasm giving way to weakness; to inequity. If she were to ever become deputy – or leader, even, as was Magpiechirp’s eventual goal; which is the lofty goal of any ambitious warrior – she would have to treat all her clan-mates with equal respect. Take the oath of a medicine cat to never favor one clanmate over another. They were all her flesh and blood, through StarClan. Through the cycle of life that passed from grass to mouse to her, on to the kits of friends.
Magpiechirp nodded to both Silverswift and Heatherblaze, letting her gaze linger, purposefully, on both of them. She would be better. She saw her flaw. She would fix it. She would be better. Pinky promises. Ok?
“There’s a rabbit warren out and about on the moor over towards the farms”, Magpiechirp gestured in the direction of the setting sun. “Ready to head out?”
Presuming that both their responses will be yes, Magpiechirp turns to trot out of camp.
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Jul 26, 2020 12:00:37 GMT -5
Silverswift nodded and began to follow Magpiechirp out of camp towards the warren towards the barns. She let the scents of the moor waft through her nostrils as she focused on the scent of rabbit. She felt her spring in her step return and she felt free to move around outside the camp.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 26, 2020 13:32:21 GMT -5
The small tom turned his head away from the thin rays of sunlight that cast into the narrow tunnel, breathing in deeply as they passed to take in the scents of the earth above. He kept his head dipped until the shaft was at their back, once he could lift his vision towards the darkness once more. They proceeded for only a few paw lengths further before the tunneler stopped in his tracks, staring at the darkness in aggravated silence. His paws came to a resting position right as they perfectly crested the fork’s mouth, the air shaft behind him only providing enough light to faintly illuminate his silhouette as he turned a disapproving glare in his apprentice’s direction. “I said Thunderclan, Robinpaw,” he hissed, lip slightly raised while he waited for her to maneuver herself back in the right direction. There was a breath of anticipation - perhaps an opportunity for the she-cat to hope he’d abandon his tangent - but of course, he went on. “Your perception couldn’t lead you down a straight path even if you had no where else to turn,” he muttered under his breath, certainly loud enough for her to hear. He continued on, now directly speaking to the apprentice but still at a low hiss to respect the echoing of the narrow maze around them. “You’re lucky I don’t let you walk yourself, tail high, into unfamiliar tunnels your wits couldn’t possibly guide you out of; perhaps if I did, I would be reassigned to an apprentice with some semblance of competence. Given that I might start considering that, and I figure you want to see your denmates again, I’d suggest you start paying attention,” he snapped, pelt bristling slightly with the last words. “Your paws will never be able to navigate a path on their own if you can’t be bothered to allow them to memorize it. Digging a pretty tunnel for your examination ain’t going to mean dirt if you’re going to march yourself into your own grave the first time I’m not around to watch your every pawstep.” He spat his words crossly, though his words did not slow their progression. “Since you clearly haven’t taken me seriously these past moons, you should start now; or you’ll be just another lost cat without a corpse to mourn for.” ((mint im crying i never considered how hard this type of character would be to write w/o cursing JSKAKS))
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Post by 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ on Jul 26, 2020 15:13:07 GMT -5
The tabby rolled her eyes. "Right, right. You, me, and everyone else." Heatherblaze huffed, not as amused as prior. What an excuse that was. "Oh you exist in this Clan! I couldn't forget you!" That's what it seemed like to her. But she didn't bother on that for long because Magpiechirp seemed ready to go. So the rabbit warrens by the farms, reasonable area. A bunch must've been out if the warrior was rambling about a bunch before. Heatherblaze nodded her head. But then she left. Magpiechirp literally just asked if they were ready to go and just went right on ahead without even waiting for an answer. Alright then. She decided not argue about it. Silverswift didn't seemed bothered, so why should she? Heatherblaze just followed the two mollies out of the camp and into the expanse of their moors.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 26, 2020 17:55:25 GMT -5
Gorsepaw Pipitdash
The ginger tom tuckered his face under one of his paws. He was content to pretend that Pipitdash wasn't standing over him. Although in the brief quiet between the two, he could hear her steady breathing. It felt loud in his ears. Gorsepaw withheld the urge to grumble at his mentor, annoyed by the lack of quiet.
A high pitched whine escaped from Gorsepaw as his mentor went to prod at his side. He rolled onto his belly and shoving his face into the moss nest. "Go away," he meowed, his words were muffled by the bedding, "I am sure Boulderpaw is up for training." His tail flickering in the vague direction of the other tunneler apprentice. Dear starclan not me, he thought, feeling miserable at Pipitdash's persistence with another whine escaping from him. He just wanted to sleep, please and thank you. Heck with Furzepaw, his mentor acted like he wanted to pawn his brother off all of the time but nooo, never Pipitdash. "I am not sitting on my rump, i am laying on my belly," Gorsepaw sniffed, not choosing to respond her other words.
Gorsepaw peeked out of the corner of his eye towards the brown molly. His amber eyes narrowing, "Are you being serious? Naps are a very serious thing, Pipitdash," he informed his mentor with firm words. If he didn't nap, he would die. She had to understand this. The ginger apprentice started push himself to his paws, stretching slowly. "If we do down there and not nap, I am going to be disappointed in you," he muttered, giving her an pointed look like he was the mentor and she was the apprentice.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 26, 2020 19:26:22 GMT -5
Nighthawk nodded. They weren’t too worried about other cats knowing they were uncomfortable, as long as it didn’t become the dreaded Thing. And Mintface was being very kind about it, which they appreciated. They considered the question, frowning slightly. What did they like to do as an apprentice? “Train.” They answered almost right away. It was the first thing that popped into their head. “But I can’t do that as a warrior.” They added, a little sheepishly. “I don’t know what warriors do all day, without the structure of being an apprentice. I think that’s the main thing.”
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 26, 2020 19:44:36 GMT -5
Softheather open Softheather made a face at Gooseleap, picking up his low chuckle in her ears. This situation probably seemed somewhat funny to the older tom. "So this isn't normal," she muttered with a faint relief in her meow before a flash of worry strike her thoughts. "Why isn't this normal weather," the white and gray molly mused before titling her head in a subtle good-bye to Gooseleap. "Good luck on your patrols," she called after him, figuring it was earlier in the day. The moor runner probably would get put on a patrol soon.
The queen picked up her mouse and padded in the opposite direction in hunt for shade to nibble on the mouse. Maybe later she would slip into the tunnels for a little bit. It should be more cool underground than above. This heat felt unbearable especially as she felt the sunbeams beat down on her pelt.its a-okay. short post don't bother me. xD although i didn't have soft follow goose? but if you want her to, lmk.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jul 26, 2020 19:54:37 GMT -5
{I’ve had a busy weekend, but I’m gonna try to get some replies up tomorrow! Thank you everyone for being patient with me. I hope you all have had amazing weekends!}
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Post by highprince on Jul 26, 2020 20:14:13 GMT -5
Fleetfoot with Morelspots headed to gorge Fleetfoot cursed to himself as Morelspots ran after him. He couldn't have expected her to just sit there and let him claim victory, of course, but it still stung. It wasn't long before she had caught up to him and, curse his RiverClan genes, surpassed him. He strained himself running after the rabbit, feeling his paws slam against the ground before he was sent into the air again. It was like he was flying over the moor, the grass barely brushing his pads. If he didn't get tired, he could run forever.
He kept his attention trained on the rabbit. It was worth more than just his competition with Morelspots - it was helping feed the clan during the drought, too. Even if Morelspots won (which she wouldn't, Fleetfoot was sure of it), their clanmates wouldn't go hungry. He caught up to her, running fast enough that he was sure he would've tripped over his own paws if he wasn't a WindClan warrior. The rabbit was getting closer by the second, and it was almost near enough to jump for. He waited a moment before springing forward hard, claws aimed for the rabbit.
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