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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Jul 26, 2020 21:23:03 GMT -5
I have Ashpelt and Beetlechaser if anyone wants to RP) I can throw one of my cats. All of mine are open as of right now. I'll edit if that changes.
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Post by Sand on Jul 26, 2020 21:27:19 GMT -5
pipitdashaccompanied by Gorsepaw | campPipitdash was not pleased with Gorsepaw being such a grump today, but she knew she could get him down to the tunnels. It would just take some extra effort, that was all! The more effort, the more chances you have of forcing him into the tunnels, she told herself, watching as Gorsepaw whined and shoved his face into his moss nest.
Were all apprentices like this? Gorsepaw was her first apprentice and it seemed that he was not a willing one. Why in StarClan's name did Dawnstar give her him, of all the tunneler apprentices that were available? At the mention of Boulderpaw, she glanced towards the spot that the ginger tom flicked his tail in. "I don't see Boulderpaw over there, Gorsepaw but nice try!" she mewed, rolling her yellow eyes. "Whatever! Sitting on your rump, laying on your belly-- it's all the same. Get. Moving."
The brown tabby was not one to be stern, but seeing that her apprentice was being a thorn in her side, she felt that she had no choice but to fight back. "Of course I'm serious! Do I look like I'd lie to you, Gorsepaw? The tunnels are the best place to take a nap," she responded, narrowing her eyes before glaring at him.
Finally, some progress! He had moved, maybe, less than a fox length from where he was before though she was still proud of him. "Y'know, I'm supposed to be the one that should be disappointed with you, not the other way around. Now mooove it so we can go! I'm tired of waiting." image source - pexels | Blaze ♡
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Jul 26, 2020 22:35:43 GMT -5
Dartpaw |x| Camp |x| lazy penguin
Dartpaw chuckled lightly, still attempting to hold her sister down. "Sleep is for the weak!" she mewed, grinning. "Are you weak?"
Well, obviously not, as Hoppaw's second motion quickly rolled Dartpaw away. The apprentice huffed, landing on her stomach. "Well, technically no. You never let me get to step 4. It's a very complex plan." Rising to her paws, Dartpaw gave her fur a quick lick. "You know you're not a very good sport."
Dartpaw's ears pricked suddenly. "Hey, maybe we could both ditch all day today anyways! Wouldn't that be fun? We just like go hunting on our own and then they'll be like 'ooo where are hoppaw and dartpaw' and then we'll come back with our jaws full of prey!" Dartpaw hopped from foot to foot, smiling. "Doesn't that sound fun?"
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(sorry its late cries)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2020 5:36:08 GMT -5
Tealraven"I think that sounds like a perfect idea!" She gave it a moment of thought and hushed her voice. "But we should leave quietly, in secret. My dad would never approve." For most of her life, Doveheart had been meticulously watched over by Patchthroat- but even if his watchful eyes had made her safe it only gave her a strong appetite for the more exciting (and more dangerous) places her father had never told her to go. She had snuck off before, however. She was intrigued by the kittypets on the edge of territory when she was an apprentice, and had wandered over to meet them on her own. When her mentor discovered her and dragged her back to camp, Patchthroat was distraught, and didn't let her go unsupervised for two moons. I wouldn't want that again, she thought, thinking about not only the loss of freedom it gave her, but the petrified look in her father's already-haunted eyes. But the lesson didn't stick as much as Patchthroat had perhaps wanted it to back then, as she slipped silently away out of camp, north towards the barn, her green eyes wide like lilypads with excitement.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 27, 2020 11:03:41 GMT -5
(Hey, I have Hawkeyes, Aspenrunner, Ambertooth and Boulderpaw open if anyone wants to rp)
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Post by 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇ on Jul 27, 2020 11:37:26 GMT -5
sorry ive been absent for a few days, guys! my mental health took a nosedive on the 25th and although i really wanted to get something done it was near impossible with my medication side effects and my motivation. since yesterday i've felt a bit better so i'd really like to RP if people are still open! ]
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 27, 2020 13:31:48 GMT -5
MAGPIECHIRPwith heatherblaze and silverswift_________________________________
At first, Magpiechirp darted through the territory. The she-cat was long-legged and slender; the perfect build for a moor runner, the sleek shape had wandered through generations of WindClan warriors. Large ears. An arched back. A streamlined tail. Fit and skinny. She flew over the moor like a hare in march, as if she was late for something important. Which she was. Hare-catching.
As the three cats approached the shallow valley where the rabbits had been previously spotted, several scents hit the back of her mouth all at once. The most pungent is the most expected: hare. The smell is strong enough that there must be some left. Magpiechirp slows to a crawl, dropping so that her belly drags against the soft grass. She lifts her tail in a sign to the other two she-cats, letting them know that they are on the final approach.
Yet, there are other scents there – ones she does not immediately recognize. Yes, there is rabbit but there is… something else? She can’t put her tongue on it. It is not as familiar as fox or as innocuous as a rodent; not woody like a lost squirrel or a ‘venturesome vole. Magpiechrip folds her ears back on her head.
She continues to creep forward. She wants to know what that other scent is.
𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ && Thunderheart57 ( i added the 'other' animal in as a bit of intrigue. if u guys have any ideas u can run with them. it can be like, a two-legs foo foo dog or a skunk or like idk a cool bird. whatever ya'll want c:)
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Jul 27, 2020 16:59:12 GMT -5
Morelspots -- with Fleetfoot // the moor, headed to the gorge
They were closing in on the rabbit, Morelspots could almost taste it and before she could leap she saw Fleetfoot beat her to it. It was only a matter of who was going to jump for it first, and it looked like Fleetfoot would be getting this one, there was no reason for her to go after it as well. However, the command had already started in her brain, her back legs pushing off the ground now as she leaps forward. Panic began to set in as Morelspots realized they would collide into each other and then no one would get the rabbit, that was one less piece of prey they would bring back to camp during a time where prey was hard to find.
In an attempt to avoid slamming into Fleetfoot, the brown and white molly tried to land prematurely, waving her paws wildly in order to find the ground. "oh, mouse-dung!" she managed to hiss when she made contact with the ground, and instead of landing gracefully as she should've, Morelspots tumbled and rolled over her head. Instead of crashing into the tom, she managed to crash land into the dry ground, kicking up dust everywhere. When everything finally settled, the she-cat wobbled to a stand and lifted her head to see if Fleetfoot had actually caught the rabbit. The molly tried to ignore the heat that was radiating off of her pelt from embarrassment, as well as the slight stinging pain in her right paw.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 27, 2020 17:40:53 GMT -5
Furzepaw twitched his whiskers in amusement at Swiftpaw’s mischievous glance. He let out a content purr and bounded after his mentor. He didn’t want Adderslink to leave him behind again.
Furzepaw swished his tail and grinned at the other apprentice. He picked up his pace and dashed ahead of Adderslink, following close on Swiftpaw’s heels. “I am not that slow,” Furzepaw pointed out with an eye roll. He wrinkled his nose at the thought of picking ticks, “For a week?” The ginger tom gave her a careful look. He was not as quick as the younger Molly. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to make that sort of wager.
[ I’ll edit this when I get home xD typing on my phone is the worst ]
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Jul 27, 2020 18:49:54 GMT -5
MAGPIECHIRPwith heatherblaze and silverswift_________________________________
At first, Magpiechirp darted through the territory. The she-cat was long-legged and slender; the perfect build for a moor runner, the sleek shape had wandered through generations of WindClan warriors. Large ears. An arched back. A streamlined tail. Fit and skinny. She flew over the moor like a hare in march, as if she was late for something important. Which she was. Hare-catching.
As the three cats approached the shallow valley where the rabbits had been previously spotted, several scents hit the back of her mouth all at once. The most pungent is the most expected: hare. The smell is strong enough that there must be some left. Magpiechirp slows to a crawl, dropping so that her belly drags against the soft grass. She lifts her tail in a sign to the other two she-cats, letting them know that they are on the final approach.
Yet, there are other scents there – ones she does not immediately recognize. Yes, there is rabbit but there is… something else? She can’t put her tongue on it. It is not as familiar as fox or as innocuous as a rodent; not woody like a lost squirrel or a ‘venturesome vole. Magpiechrip folds her ears back on her head.
She continues to creep forward. She wants to know what that other scent is.
𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ && Thunderheart57 ( i added the 'other' animal in as a bit of intrigue. if u guys have any ideas u can run with them. it can be like, a two-legs foo foo dog or a skunk or like idk a cool bird. whatever ya'll want c:) Silverswift stopped dead in her tracks. Her ears perked up at the strange scent, and followed closely behind her Clanmate. “Great StarClan,” she murmured to herself. She dropped into a hunter’s crouch and looked out for the source that had the strange scent to it. She opened her mouth slightly to get a better idea of the scent’s identity.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2020 19:23:19 GMT -5
Hey!! I’ll be able to RP in a few minutes if anyone is interested ))
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Post by 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦 - - ★ on Jul 27, 2020 20:03:30 GMT -5
Being a moor runner, it wasn't hard at all for Heatherblaze to catch up to the others despite her being the last to head out. With the grass under her paws and the open sky above her, she was in her element. This was what she was meant to do for her whole life. Heatherblaze was proud to be a moor runner.
Not long after they approached the shallow valley. Heatherblaze began to slow herself down and noticed the two mollies lower themselves. She followed suit and tasted the air for the scents that practically wafted. Hare was the most prominent, that was for sure; however, there was... something else? Something was telling her it was some sort of bird, but she wasn't quite sure either because of all the other smells. It was enough to catch her intrigue, and apparently the other two as well because they were attentive to that. But none of them brought it up. Alright then.
"Well obviously we can all smell that somewhere around," Heatherblaze spoke in a low voice and slowly got closer to the two. Better not to be noisy especially when they were so close to the warren. "So we have two choices here. Go get those rabbits or go after that scent. We don't have all day so we better choose something now." At the last bit, her voice was laced with impatience. If they didn't figure out what they were going to do, they'd probably lose out on both opportunities and that wouldn't be great. - - Poppyshine // In Camp - - [ Open ]
Poppyshine watched her sister and two other Clanmates run off to the moors. She would join them, but she figured she bothered Heatherblaze enough already. Besides, there were plenty of other things to do! Yeah! But... like what though? She wondered. The small gray and white tabby sat herself down not far from where she originally was, in front of the warriors' nesting area. Her hazel eyes scanned the camp around her as her tail swayed thoughtfully. Some gathered together seeming ready to go out. Poppyshine didn't want to go out and bother them. Maybe something would come to her, or maybe some other opportunity would present itself for her to go to.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jul 27, 2020 20:42:14 GMT -5
{Finally getting my posts up! So sorry to keep everyone waiting so long!} { lazy penguin Would you like to interact Wildpaw and Darkfeather.?}
•Runningfire• •-Roseshine-• •-|-Windclan Camp-|-[highprince ]-•
Runningfire dipped his head as the brown tabby molly agreed to his invitation. He couldn’t help but let out a purr of happiness. It was nice to have his clanmates around him. He padded over to the fresh-kill pile, pushing aside a couple of things, before choosing a nice hare, to share with the younger she-cat. He flexed his orange toes, before turning and trotting back towards her.
Dropping the hare, at her white paws, he swept his tail, offering her the first bite. The long-legged brown tom, lowered himself beside her, tucking his front paws, underneath his chest. He blinked at her, with glowing yellow eyes, before asking. “Where do you want to go hunting.?”
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•Cloudgazer• •-Olivepaw-• •-|-Windclan Camp-|-[𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢]-•
The small white elder let out a burst of laughter, her brown and black patches, rippling with her flank. Her light blue eyes, following the little apprentice, as he darted away. She felt like she’d barely blinked her eyes, and the tan tabby tom was back at her side, mumbling around a hare and a bundle of water soaked moss. She gazed at his bright yellow eyes, giving an approving nod, as he puffed his chest out at her.
“That’s quite wonderful, Olivepaw. Thank you for being so attentive.” She pushed her muzzle into the moss, lapping up the water that pooled in it. Once she was satisfied, she turned to the hare, taking a big bite, purring as she chewed it. She wrapped her tail around the apprentices shoulders, tugging him a little closer, pushing the hare towards him with her paw. “Share this with me.? And I’ll tell you the story of the time I got into a fight with a sneaky fox.” She paused, eyes wide, before continuing. “Unless I’m keeping you from your training.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2020 6:48:09 GMT -5
adderslink- Tealraven and Blaze ♡ Adderslink smiled as the apprentice discussed their betting wager. They're very good at finding motivation to do things. I'll have to keep note of that. After all, if Furzepaw lost the bet and had to clean ticks, Adderslink had no qualms with doing it for him so long as Furzepaw promised to look the other way when Adderslink stole kittypet food or swindled some ShadowClanner out of their prey at the border (or, perhaps even helped, but Adderslink was more used to being a solo act). As Furzepaw ran, he turned to wink at the kid, attempting to assure the orange-and-white tom that if he really did have to clean elders' ticks they'd work something out. He turned around to see the rock was in walking distance. "Now, they say the snipe is around here. It's a very shy bird, so you will have to be very quiet and very still to catch it- or any prey, for that matter." Even if he had made up the snipe hunt, he had to admit he could easily teach the two in the process of it- first of all, how to be quiet to catch prey, and second of all, how not to get wool pulled over one's eyes (even though they seemed to already be slowly figuring the plot out.)
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 28, 2020 12:24:14 GMT -5
MAGPIECHIRPwith heatherblaze and silverswift_________________________________
Magpiechirp has her priorities in order. See, she has them written down on this little list here. 1. Be good at everything. 2. See item 1. She has the list stapled to her front lobe so she can’t ever forget it. She has her father, speaking to her constantly, from some high rock or high horse, speaking down towards her, constantly, reminding her of the list. He didn’t write the list. He only implied it. She took the initiative to write it. See dad, I’m already good at taking the initiative. I’m also good at writing metaphorical lists and metaphorically stapling them to my metaphorical brain. I’m a goshdarn metaphorical wizard.
Unfortunately, this list was not good at directing Magpiechirp with any nuance. It could tell her to work harder, and shove her in any direction that seemed productive, but when faced with two choices of equal intrigue; such as catching rabbits or hunting down a mysterious and possibly dangerous Something, she was left unsure.
Does she take the twelve hares in her hand or the Something in the bush? The clan was starving. The something in the bush may be good to eat. It may not be. It may also bring her acclaim if she discovered it. It may also kill her, or Heatherblaze, or Silverswift, and then she would have to explain to Teaselstar why she practically murdered her clanmates with her bad decision making, and murdering your clanmates isn’t being good at anything, she wouldn’t even be good at murdering, because she did it accidentally, and that’s not a thing she wasn’t to be good at anyways, and maybe this sentence is going on for too long, maybe she’s good at run-on-sentences, or maybe she’s bad at sentence structure in general, though thoughts don’t really have any inherent structure to them, anyways, do they. Anyways.
“I’m going after the hares”, Magpiechirp whispers towards Heatherblaze but to both she-cats. “You guys can do whatever you want.”
She stalks further into the undergrowth but both scents grow stronger.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 28, 2020 12:51:24 GMT -5
AH SHIT THIS WAS A MOORWHISTLE POST OOPS I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Jul 28, 2020 14:10:34 GMT -5
Gooseleap - camp - Blaze ♡ (mentions some others around camp) (not a problem at all,, he walked off to be alone so it was totally up to u if she would be interested in following ^^) The moor-runner’s ear flicked in subtle amusement at the concern in her voice. “It’ll pass,” he assured her through the rodent in his teeth. His tail flicked behind him as a silent acknowledgment of her parting words, offering no other sound as he padded off. Settled in a familiar corner of camp, the tom pawed at his meal while dark eyes scanned the sandy terrain. He often sat and ate with his brother in the dull moments such as this, finding ease in the preference of each other’s company rather than that of outsiders; even if they scarcely agreed with each other. When he was alone, as he was now, the dark tom would turn his attention to the cats around him and try and find something interesting to keep an ear turned towards. Moorwhistle had approached the she-cat he’d just parted from, striking up friendly conversation with the queen. Several cats seemed to be constructing different hunting parties and patrols, or planning differing trips with their apprentices, while others were just engaging in the same small talk he’d just fled from. A discussion between Cloudgazer and Olivepaw briefly pricked his interest, the promise of a story earning his ambivalent intrigue. A muffled exchange in the den he was sitting near, however, also received a curious glance. Two apprentices seemed to be discussing leaving for an independent hunting trip, but the tom had little interest in scowling the idea that was better left subject to their mentors. Keeping his attention divided on the two matters, he began to eat his mouse in silence.
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Post by Tealraven on Jul 28, 2020 15:11:51 GMT -5
Chickadeesong twoleg farm | accompanied by Doveheart Chickadeesong bounded across the open moor, matching her companion stride for stride. She was flying; the wind whistled through her whiskers and ruffled her fur as her paws skimmed over the dry grass, her shadow racing along beside her. Beaming, she drew even with Doveheart and saw her own excitement reflected in the molly's wide green eyes. The sky stretched on above them and around them, endlessly blue.
It wasn't a bright blue, however. The color was hazy, dulled by a dry heat. Ahead of them, the twoleg farm shimmered into view like a mirage on the horizon. Chickadeesong found herself slowing long before they approached the fence, oddly out of breath. She swiped her tongue around her jaws, hoping there might be water nearby.
"So this is it," she said wonderingly, peering over the lowest board on the fence. Strange animals she'd never seen before meandered lazily around the small pasture, batting at flies with their tails. The stench of animal dirt that had been baking in the sun for hours was overwhelming. "Yyyuck," she spat, wrinkling her nose. "What are those things, Doveheart? They're huge!" The creatures were white with brown or black patches and had sharp, pointed-looking paws. They had to be at least three times her size!
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Swiftpaw outlook rock | accompanied by Furzepaw & Adderslink Swiftpaw lifted her head as the Outlook Rock came into view. They were easily within racing distance now. She glanced over at Furzepaw, but Adderslink walked in between them, chattering on about the snipe hunt. Behind his back, she rolled her eyes in exaggerated fashion at the other apprentice, hoping to get a laugh out of him.
"Okay, yeah, right, quiet and still. We can do that," she assured Adderslink. She lowered herself into a crouch, her tail lashing behind her. "But first, we race." She rolled her shoulders to loosen them up and tilted her head from side to side, waiting for Furzepaw to get into position. She flicked an ear at him, bubbling with confidence. This was hardly a competition for her, and she was certain they both knew it. But since Adderslink was watching, she supposed she could give Furzepaw a headstart. But only so he wouldn't look bad in front of his mentor. (Because she was considerate like that.)
"Alright," she said, setting her gaze on the boulder that loomed ahead of them. "Readysetgo!" She shot off like a hare, blood rushing in her ears. Swiftpaw was indeed quick, there was no doubting that; but the young molly was often too cocky for her own good, and failed to observe the changes in terrain around her. She was just as likely to launch herself down a rabbit hole by accident or trip over a stray branch. She was too focused on beating Furzepaw to pay attention to their surroundings.
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Jul 28, 2020 15:32:28 GMT -5
The she cat bounded after the rabbits, her scent being obscured by the wind bellowing behind her. Silverswift could taste the rabbit meat in her jaws as she began to pick up her speed. She continued following her Clanmate’s path. Silverswift didn’t want to lose sight of Magpiechirp.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 28, 2020 15:40:53 GMT -5
Softheather with Moorwhistle Gently placed a paw on the mouse, Softheather nipped at the mouse. She took a small bite and chewing before deciding to forgo pleasantries and scarfing down the rest of the morsel. Her whiskers twitching, perhaps she was more hungry than she originally thought she was.
Her blue gaze casting back towards the fresh-kill pile, not that she would be grabbing another piece. Maybe she would try hunting. She hasn't hunted aboveground for awhile. There was a soft doubt that her balance might not be as good with the extra weight of her kits. Yet she wouldn't know until she tried. Hearing her name, Softheather shifted her attention towards the senior moor runner. She flickered her tail in greeting, "Good morning, Moorwhistle," she echoed back and titled her head, inviting the older tom to come and sit with her in the shade. She glanced down at the scraps of her mouse and swiped them absently with her paw. "Good," she reasoned before letting out a quiet giggle, "I might have ate my mouse too fast." The queen pouted for a moment. It wasn't a big deal but still, she probably should have savor it.
She shook her head. Looking towards the gray tom, "Did you get anything from the pile?" she asked before tilting her head, "Or you waiting for more fresh prey to be bought back?". She wondered with a teasing edge to her meow.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2020 16:59:23 GMT -5
doveheart- Tealraven Doveheart clicked her tongue as she tried to think of the name of the beasts before them- she had heard from a friend who had seen them for himself (or perhaps had heard it from another). "I think- and I might be wrong- that they are called cattle. They look almost like the deer in the woods- but a lot bigger!" She glanced around. The fence surrounding the pasture was just dilapidated enough that it wouldn't take a lot to push out one of the lower wooden planks and slink through (although if she wasn't careful enough she could easily receive a splinter- much to think about, given she did not have a track record of being careful). About five fox lengths in front of them, something was shining in the grass- the same object that was dutifully tied around many of the cows' necks. And it was large, larger than her head- but hollow, so it wouldn't take much effort for two cats to drag to camp. (Explaining to Patchthroat how she had gotten it... that was to be the hard part.) What was it called... a bell, if she remembered correctly? "If we pull it off right... I think we could snag that bell in the clovers over there. It must have fallen off one of them- not that they'll notice." She grinned. "Besides, cows like these are easy to deal with, I've heard. It's the bull that's to be worried about."
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 28, 2020 18:04:59 GMT -5
windclan camp ; with softheather;
Harsh light beat down onto camp; straining the morning, proffering nothing but dry heat and a thin, tense atmosphere. Moorwhistle could feel the air cracking; the feeling was more superstition than anything, metaphysical notions manifest into physical sensation, but the tension was there. This was fire air. There had been far too much fire air lately. The earth begged for rain. Moorwhistle begged for rain. If not for the territory’s sake, for the survival of she-cats like Softheather and the lives growing inside her. Moorwhistle dry-swallowed. He did not want to imagine a future where Softheather gave birth but, because prey was so scarce, and water was so scarce, her body rejected the offspring. Her milk dried up. High-pitched mewls rang in Moorwhistles ears; a phantasmagoric cacophony that peaks and then – fades. All these thoughts ring inside Moorwhistles head. They make their home there. But only for a few moments. A few fleeting seconds, where he seems to look past Softheather and into the depths of the fresh-kill pile. As if he could root out life from between the soft bodies. As if he could make more prey appear with his mind.
“I’ve already eaten”, he lies with a smile. “I just wanted to check in with you. I can imagine the nursery gets pretty claustrophobic after a while. ”
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Jul 29, 2020 0:00:15 GMT -5
Seedfoot |x| Outside Camp |x| Open
Seedfoot didn't like sleeping in a den.
They had never really been a... social cat. The warm press of other warriors, the sounds of their breathing, their insufferable quiet mewls of sleep... it was all far too much. They much preferred the silence of the moor, its cold expanses of quiet rustles and whistling wind. They settled for one of the clumps of gorse surrounding the lip of camp, close enough to be on call, but far enough to ignore the sounds and bustle of the clan if they so chose. It all was just so tiring. Why had they even agreed to join this clan in the first place?
Seedfoot sighed, forcing themselves to their feet. Sometimes it felt as if their younger self was a completely different cat, a starry-eyed kitten enamored with the idea of living in a large group. But they could admit the clan had its benefits, even if they hated certain aspects of it.
Popping out of the gorse bush they had slept in last night, the warrior peeked over the lip of the WindClan camp, watching. The area was still bustling with activity, their eyes able to trace the movements of several other warriors below. Scurrying like ants, all so busy with their own tasks and days...
Shaking their head, Seedfoot huffed. They didn't have anything to do. Dawnstar had never granted them an apprentice, and they doubted Teaselstar would approve of them as a mentor either. They rarely found themselves appointed to patrols. The only thing they really could do was hunt, but that became monotonous after such a short time.
Another sigh escaping from their jaws, the warrior sat back down, letting their front paws hang over the lip of the sandy dip. They supposed watching for a bit longer couldn't hurt. Who knows? Maybe they'd see something interesting today.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 29, 2020 1:07:31 GMT -5
windclan camp ; with jaggedclaw && cherrypaw;
Peonypaw is pretty. There is no way around it; no disguising him in mud, bracken, placing a hare on top of his head and calling him a chimera; or dipping him in the river. If we were to list Peonypaw’s talents, of which he has many, though he balloons them to such extremes that they almost seem like flaws, being persistently beautiful would be reposed on the top of that list. Peonypaw in water is slender. In mud, he is mysterious. With a rabbit on his head he is a rabbit charmer. He wears bracken like a Marilyn Monroe might wear a boa. If one were to stumble across Peonypaw on a fine summers day, one may compare him to it. Poetically inclined cats would write poetry about him, if they only had the ability to write. He is a veritable Dorian Gray. Helen of Troy in feline form. That is why it is perhaps so unfortunate that Peonypaw has one of the vilest personalities that has ever manifested in cat-kind.
Take, for instance, what the young tom is doing on this pleasent morning. A passerby in the WindClan camp who is, let us say, minding their own business, may casually glance towards the furl of the apprentice’s den. A scowl looms in the entrance. Though it has barely awoken, the scowl is already brooding and reminiscing upon it’s wretched childhood.
Half-clan scum: that is what Peonypaw is. The son of a damsel so inconsiderate that she bore a child with a pretentious pure-bred kittypet. The sort of fellow who adventures into the woods for fun; hunts for entertainment, rather than sustenance. The moors were a vacation to him. Peonypaw’s darling mother was an attraction he stopped at many-a-time on this adventure. She was the main course. Peonypaw was the bones left behind.
Poor pretty little Peonypaw. Sickly at birth. Shameful at birth. Could you imagine he was almost named Shamekit? Is that a joke? Perhaps. It is something he feels ineffably in his bones, though. Peonypaw believes that each kind word directed towards him is a charity gift. Reparations on behalf of the universe; a “poor Peonypaw, you really got the short end of the stick, you’re such a good warrior, mmmhmm”. This is usually not the case. Peonypaw predicts condescension. He is pity-sensitive, which is like being rejection-sensitive except that he expects that people are nice to him because they feel bad for him which is, perhaps, a kind of rejection in and of itself. A rejection of him as an equal. A rejection of him as anything that may gain status on his own.
So Peonypaw is mean. He enters the world scowling; cloaked in an infinite defense. He doesn’t want anyone to approach him, though he desperately craves genuine friendship. No one will stay, though. No one is genuine. Peonypaw is so caught in the loop of his own depressive fantasy that he cannot look beyond his nose and see true connection; to see kindness offered to him for the sake of kindness. He is hissing at you before the gesture can even be offered. Each word out of his mouth drips with acerbic sarcasm. It’s not funny. It’s just mean.
Peonypaw is just mean.
So he walks into the center of camp, gaze drifting like cotton in the wind. He sits down, near the freshkill pile, and waits.
_____________________________________________________________________________ Notes: this is a repost of peonypaw's starter from earlier since he's gonna be interacting with cherry + jagged now
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 29, 2020 3:29:48 GMT -5
- -Cherrypaw [ 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥, Falconwing] As far as Cherrypaw knew, she wasn’t needed for anything yet. Her mentor hadn’t come to get her, she hadn’t heard her name called for any patrols, and no one was forcing her out of the apprentice’s den because she was “being lazy” and you know what? That was just fine with her. If Cherrypaw had it her way, she’d spend the whole day in camp, catching up on some much needed rest. ... However as she tried to sleep, Cherrypaw twitched. She might not have anything going on right now, but her cursed body had been trained to arise and get going by now and that was something that she couldn’t just ignore. Cherrypaw grumbled and shifted lightly in her nest, trying to get comfortable. If she just ignored the twitch, then surely it would go away and she would be allowed to sleep in for just a little bit longer. ... She twitched again. Letting out a loud groan, Cherrypaw got up to her feet and sent her nest a seething glare. “Fine!” She snapped at it. “I’m up! Are you happy now?” Cherrypaw asked sarcastically. The nest did not reply and Cherrypaw was left feeling a bit ridiculous that she was yelling at her nest. Luckily though, it didn’t seem like anyone had noticed, which meant that her dignity was spared. With a small, curt nod of her head, Cherrypaw lifted her nose up and padded out of the den without looking back. Once outside, she looked around until her eyes found another apprentice. Peonypaw. Cherrypaw didn’t bother to interact with the other apprentices all that often, but it wasn’t like she had much else to do, now did she? So with a small sigh, she padded over to join him and sat down beside him. “Morning, Peonypaw,” she greeted aloofly as she brought her small, delicate paw up and licked it.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 29, 2020 9:43:33 GMT -5
Boulderpaw: Camp Open
Boulderpaw, hearing that everyone was waking up, decides to finally get up. He rises to his paws and stumbles out of his nest. Earlier, the tom thought someone had called him but he could have been dreaming or misheard them. Boulderpaw feeling famished eyes the fresh kill pile. Wonder if I can get a few bites in. Boulderpaw loved to eat and was always trying to get a few extra meals in. Maybe, he could share with someone then go hunting later to replace the one he ate. However, would his mentor get on to him again or one of the senior warriors? Boulderpaw groaned feeling indecisive and slumps to the ground.
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Post by Falconwing on Jul 29, 2020 11:35:01 GMT -5
Jaggedclaw Windclan Camp || Peonypaw 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ Cherrypaw 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 Patrols had formed by themselves, and in Jaggedclaws eyes disorder within the clan had arisen. This was not the time for a clan to be lacking leadership. With the new deputy having yet to be chosen everyone was left to patrol on their own. From his position high up on the hill just above camp Jaggedclaw watched as apprentices were left behind, left to fiddle with their paws and more than likely end up in trouble. His watchful shift over the clans camp having just ended, the senior was bounded his way down the hill and into the hollow dip of Windclans camp. Maybe a small bite to eat would be nice, some substance would ease this cranky senior warriors mood and allow him to enjoy the rest of his day. With the sun rising and the heat already beating down upon camp the warrior fou d himself about to break a pant just as he reached the freshkill pile. As his dark yellow eyes gazed down to where the pile should be the toms dark sandy pelt bristled. Empty! Heart-breakingly empty! "Hsssssssssssss!" A furious hiss escaped the tom and he was quick to lash out his long claws against the scattered remains that clung to the preyless pile. Frustrated and hungry (more like hangry) Jaggedclaw whipped about and his eyes first landed upon the two idle apprentices. "Are you two just going to sit about all day. Why aren't you out hunting, and doing your duty to the clan!" His voice rumbled forth as a growl, his dark yellow eyes seared into Peonypaw and Cherrypaws pelts. If he had been an idle apprentices his mentor Hawkswoop would have torn his ears off. Tail lashing back and forth he stepped close to the apprentices challengingly expecting them to answer. 《And so the day in hell for the apprentices had begun! Dont mess with a hangry Jaggedclaw XD 》
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 30, 2020 2:11:40 GMT -5
Correcting her path at once, Robinpaw continued along the new tunnel path. And Aldertail? Yeah, she ignored him. She knew what he was saying, of course. Blah blah incompetent blah blah. She wasn't going to let the words get to her. She wasn't looking for his approval and he wasn't exactly being helpful. She'd seen other mentors. The ones who'd patiently correct an apprentice and discipline them only as much as was needed. Aldertail liked to hear himself speak. That was the only logical reason that Robinpaw figured he'd let himself blather on so much. "Of course Aldertail," she said, an automatic response that she dished out without even thinking about the words. "I'll do better." And either he wouldn't believe her or just wouldn't notice when she did. Whatever.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 30, 2020 4:36:25 GMT -5
"Why not?" asked Mintface, tail twitching. "You trained to hunt, did you not? If you're looking for the structure of a mentor being around, then there's a lot of those functions picked up by the deputy. They assign you to a patrol - hunting or patrolling." Tail twitching, the queen leaned forward and inclined their head. "Though I understand why the structure might be different. Did you enjoy training? Or did you just do it because you had to?" It was an interesting way of looking at it. Mintface assumed that it was possible to like to train. It wasn't unreasonable.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 30, 2020 11:29:56 GMT -5
Gorsepaw Pipitdash
He wrinkled his nose, glancing around the general area where the apprentices slept. Traitors, he thought, finally taking note that most, if not all, of the apprentices were gone. Gorsepaw glanced towards Pipitdash with a wide yawn escaping from him. "Huh, I was sure Boulderpaw... was there," he mused with a faint grimace.
He titled his head at his mentor's glare. Gorsepaw looked indifferent, like his mentor's annoyance wasn't a bother to him. "You did tell me that hunting trip was week was going to be fun," he pointed out with a huff. The pair had went hunting by the farm where he got chased by fluffy white thing on four legs. It was terrifying experience. With his luck, they would never nap in the tunnels and die instead.
Gorsepaw rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his paws. "I am up," he pointed out and shook his head, brushing past his mentor, "Lets go, slowpoke," he snarked over his shoulder.
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