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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2020 15:02:52 GMT -5
(i have weevilfang, primroseclaw, antlerpaw, molecloud, and webwhisker open!)
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 5, 2020 15:08:35 GMT -5
Salmonwhisker riverclan camp | accompanied by Velvetfur Salmonwhisker lay stretched out elegantly on a small, flat stone near the edge of the island, water lapping at his paws. The quiet hush of the river sliding by and the buzz of his Clanmates' voices behind him were a pleasant white noise. He could easily lay here in the sun for several more hours with his head tipped back and eyes closed, but he tired of being alone. He craved companionship.
He tilted his head forward and opened his eyes narrowly, peering around the camp. Not far away, Velvetfur seemed to be doing the same. The two accidentally made eye contact and Salmonwhisker tensed, then immediately shut his eyes again. Oh, StarClan, it's you, he groaned inwardly. Please don't walk over here.
Salmonwhisker did not particularly like being compared to Velvetfur; while it was true they both enjoyed the teasing, the thrill of playful flirtation, it seemed to him that Velvetfur viewed it as a game, a competition. As if something as noble as the pursuit of love could be reduced to such frivolity! Velvetfur would make a mockery of him! And Salmonwhisker would not have any of that, no sir.
He opened his eyes again and glared at the other tom, a challenging smile on his maw. On second thought, go right ahead. Approach me, I dare you.
Heronglide riverclan camp | accompanied by Silverstep & Sledgestep The younger molly took a step closer to him, their fur almost brushing, and Heronglide tried not to look too alarmed. She greeted Sledgestep with a glowing smile and a gentle mew, and the other tom, of course, took it as encouragement. Sledgestep grinned sheepishly from her to Heronglide, prattling on about how distracted he'd been by Silverstep's beauty. She was quite pretty, and Heronglide had noticed this -- not that he was interested in her, of course, she was much too young for him, and he admired her rather like one might admire a sunset or a pretty stone -- and he felt dull standing next to her.
He knew Sledgestep didn't mean anything by it, though. Heronglide was plain, easily overlooked. "I could never forget you, Heronglide," the silver and black tabby assured him.
"I appreciate that," Heronglide answered monotonously, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Well, then, I suppose that's settled. Shall we be off?" He looked to Silverstep for affirmation.
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Aug 5, 2020 15:26:11 GMT -5
Swanpaw Camp // Open Swanpaw was sitting in camp, imagining hanging out with Lizardpaw when he noticed that Heronglide seemed about to leave. Again?, thought Swanpaw, remembering the last patrol, how they almost left without him. This time, he simply shrugged and half-hoped that Heronglide would remember him, sighing. Tealraven
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Aug 5, 2020 15:47:01 GMT -5
riverclan camp ; with dewpounce, rainhead is mentioned;
Great Expectations is a book that Jaegerwing has never read, nor will he ever read by virtue of his inability to comprehend written language. This fact is only tangentially related to Jaegerwing’s current mental state. He is, at this moment, brimming with great expectations. A marvelous thought came to him last night as he was laying in his nest, wrestling with his familiar bed-fellow, Insomnia, which percolated through his dreams and woke him with a startle this morning.
This may be Jaegerwing’s best idea yet. A feat that would trump seducing barn-cats and occupying the ThunderClan border to protest the continued existence of trees. Today, Jaegerwing was going to ride a sheep. He had seen animals riding other animals before. He had once tenderly plucked a tick from Salmonwhiskers shoulder, had seen kittens piling on top of their fathers for a romp around the camp, and had seen the occasional two-leg riding a horse through WildClan fields. Jaegerwing had no desire to emulate two-legs. Rather, he wanted to prove that his species; with their superior genius, ingenuity, and agility, surpassed the two-legs ability for riding. He also could add “riding sheep” to his resume under the header: “things that will totally impress the babes”. The black-and-white tom knows he’s hot shit. Why else would love follow him around like mosquitoes on a humid summer afternoon?
Of course, in order to impress other cats, the other cats must be in attendance. This put Jaegerwing in a predicament. Oh, to find a suitable audience for his adventures. Oh, to find someone who would hear his idea and not laugh in his face. He imagined a veritable Adventure-Buddy Tinder and began swiping through clanmate’s. Beefur would roll her eyes. Sledgestep was busy. Pomsplash was too murderous, and Rushfeather didn’t like sheep enough to leave the riverbed. There was always Rainhead. The black and white tom glanced quickly around camp; alas, she was not immediately in sight and was relegated to the “maybe” list. Who else was there? Jaegerwing squinted. A detective on the case. Who was around? There was… Dewpounce? She entertained Sledgestep, didn’t she? All the time. Were they… ya know… Actually, nevermind. He was going for it.
“Hello Dewpounce! You look lovely as always today; a sparkling river among all this dry, hot heat.” Jaegerwing held his tail high in greeting. “I was wondering if I could bother you with an idea? I was going to pitch it to Salmonwhisker, but I’m afraid he would laugh at it before considering the potential tactical advantages of it.”
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Post by dαιѕy on Aug 5, 2020 16:08:59 GMT -5
s i l v e r s t e p in camp with heronglide + sledgestep The Molly hadn't heard Sledgestep's praises, her blue eyes were trained on something else in the camp. Momentarily distracted, she snapped back to reality at the affirmation to a hunting party. The flirty words that rolled out of Sledgestep's mouth meant nothing to the silver tabby, her tail tip flicking in delight. She glanced at Heronglide next to her, smiling brightly as the trio agreed upon hunting. Sinking her claws into the ground, Silverstep rose to her paws, her plumy tail swishing behind her leisurely as she purred in contentment. "Is Sunning Rocks okay?" she mewed in her gentle tone, tipping her head slightly to the side. There had always been border skirmishes with ThunderClan along the rocks and river, but Silverstep enjoyed the smooth stone underpaw and the sound of the bubbling river. "I've been aching to get my paws wet," she chimed as the patrol began moving toward the camp entrance, her paw steps light and elegant. Despite being a looker and immensely kind, Silverstep was quite the hunter. She made up for her lack of battle skills and failure to recognize social cues with her ability to catch prey. Of course, this was because she was the most patient cat on the planet. One would've assumed she'd have had kits by now and would stay in the nursery as a helper, though Silverstep never really liked the idea of kits. Motherhood seemed like a path she'd never take, so she'd stick with being a great hunting warrior rather than fighter.
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Post by ʙєωɪᴛᴄʜɪηɢ ηɪɢʜᴛѕʜαɗє ~ ~👻 on Aug 5, 2020 18:20:09 GMT -5
Lotusbreeze Lotusbreeze gave a purr enjoying her friends company. "I'm good with just staying here and just relax our paws," she laughed a little. She thought about what to talk about to Lilypetal. "So what do you enjoy most of your day?" she asked her tail flicking around happily. She hadn't really thought about what made her happy with her life. She could say her favorite was relaxing in the River however it was almost dried up. She sighed worried she would lose her precious swimming time due to this insufferable drought.
"I really hope this drought goes away soon," she mewed her facial expressions changed from happy to a bit aggravated. Her tail matched her expression. She wasn't really happy with how long it's been going on. She wondered if either Starclan was against them at the moment. She couldn't think of anything that they've done to upset the ghostly warriors but that doesn't mean anything they haven't done anything to warren their anger.
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Post by ʙєωɪᴛᴄʜɪηɢ ηɪɢʜᴛѕʜαɗє ~ ~👻 on Aug 5, 2020 18:37:33 GMT -5
Dewdrop Dewdrop looked at Creekpaw with a bit of sympathy. "No not really, see during my hunting practice I ran away from a vole. I don't know why but they terrified me," he laughed a bit. While it hurt his pride to tell the white molly this he knew it would make her feel better. The snow white tom then looked at his apprentice.
"Don't ever tell anyone though or I would totally deny it," he said and then let out an amused purr. He then gave her a nudge. "You want to keep practicing I'm sure you'll catch something," he said. He then got up and went over away from Creekpaw allowing the she-cat to go at her own pace. He wanted her to feel relaxed but also to be there for support and give her tips when she would need it.
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Aug 5, 2020 19:40:56 GMT -5
Lilypetal "Okay! I'd be glad to relax with you!", she purred.
"By what enjoy the most of my day, do you mean every day, like my life, or specifically today? For the first, making others happy, and eating trout." She licked her lips. She loved trout. "The second one, hanging out with you!"
"Yeah, me, too.", meowed, frowning sadly for once at the thought of the river drying up. No more trout, no more swimming, no more fishing...
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 5, 2020 19:55:43 GMT -5
Velvetfur » Aha, and there he was, the cat Velvetfur was looking for, the man of the hour, the lucky winner that would get to bask in Velvetfur's glory for as long as desired.
His good pal, or some would say, rival, Salmonwhisker. He didn't like to call the other tom a rival, it wasn't like he wanted to unsheathe his claws and bare his fangs every time he came into contact with the other tom. It wasn't anything like that. It was more of a fun little feud, an intricate dance that they performed together when in the same vicinity. Velvetfur had no true hard feelings about the ruddy tom - they just didn't always see eye to eye when it came to things.
Which, honestly, made Salmonwhisker almost irresistible to Velvetfur. The hard to get ones were always the most fun.
The moment they made eye contact was the moment Salmonwhisker's fate was sealed.
Yet it was that challenging smirk that coiled upon Salmonwhisker's lips that sent a jolt down Velvetfur's spine.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Salmonwhisker the Charming," Velvetfur purred smoothly as he padded over. "Been a while since we last got to hang out, tom to tom, eh?" With no notion of a personal bubble, Velvetfur leaned forward and rested his head against Salmonwhisker's flank, pale amber eyes gleaming mischievously up toward the other warrior. "I'd say the sun's made you rather hot, but you don't need the sun for that," he mused all the while still resting his head upon Salmonwhisker's flank, making no motion to move for the time being.
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Post by ʙєωɪᴛᴄʜɪηɢ ηɪɢʜᴛѕʜαɗє ~ ~👻 on Aug 5, 2020 20:25:15 GMT -5
Lotusbreeze Lotusbreeze gave a warm happy purr. "I figured eating trout was your number one. Also for the second one you're not just trying to butter me up are you? Because it's totally working," she said joking. Her tail flicked with amusement, she was happy even if the sun's rays were blazing on her back making her overheated. She didn't mind just talking and not just being by herself. "Of course I guess I could say that my favorite thing to do besides looking at my reflection gawking at how pretty I am; is to being able to talk to someone who doesn't mind me for me," she purred.
The subject of the drought came to her mind and frowned it was hard the lilac molly but she knew it would be hard for Lilypetal. She frowned and sighed wondering what to do. "Maybe when the river dries up we can try and find some new fun it wouldn't be the same of course but it's better than sitting on our rumps and feeling sorry for ourselves. Although I'm a natural drama queen so I guess I would still be throwing a pity party. You'll totally be invited by the way." The she-cat had to say it was a pretty good day. She made a new friend and that was good enough for her.
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Lark
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Post by Lark on Aug 5, 2020 20:35:10 GMT -5
Snakestorm | Inside camp | Brokenstar
The calico she-cat had just risen from her deep sleep having bits of grass and moss stuck to her smooth pelt. Snakestorm's drowsy eyes spotted another cat across from her that sparked her interest. "Shouldn't you be training?" She asked the apprentice, her voice on edge. Everyone was practically up and about doing their duties or taking in the bountiful sunlight, it was just too peaceful for her. That's when she chuckled, letting the tension she had imposed on Swanpaw fade away. "I'm yanking your tail, don't worry about it!" It was weird all in all to see the tom moping about like he had been when she had first seen him.
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Aug 5, 2020 20:42:10 GMT -5
Lilypetal Lilypetal purred at Lotusbreeze's joke. "Ehhh... That's... Part of it.", she meowed, also joking. She rolled over onto her back, enjoying the sun. Just because she loved swimming didn't mean she hated warmth. She purred in agreement at Lotusbreeze's enjoyment of another's company. "Good thing I don't have to look into a reflection, as soon there will be no more puddles to use.", she meowed, liking the cleverness in this compliment. She flashed a weak smile, glad some could have humor at a prospect so grim. Without water, there would be no fish, including trout, which would starve RiverClan, but the tortoiseshell molly would probably suffer the most, and would also fail to catch any prey from lack of practice. "I don't think you should invite me, as I would probably upstage everybody else, my moping would be so intense.", she purred weakly, an attempt at humor.
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Post by Falconwing on Aug 5, 2020 21:24:37 GMT -5
▪¤▪ Timbersnarl ▪ ¤▪ Riverclan Territory-> Destination Unknown (lol) Otterheart @stitchlover20 "Sounds good to me." Swishing his tail back and forth Timbersnarl began to focus on the hunt ahead. Getting out of camp and away from all the different scents of his clanmates would definitely help clear his troubled mind. As they padded out of camp and into the heart of Riverclan territory Timbersnarl noticably drew in a deep breath, took a moment, and then released it along with his troubled thoughts. Turning his head the dark tom cast his pale blue gaze upon Otterheart. "Thanks for inviting me to get out of camp with you", he meowed kindly in his deep tone. The normally aggressive tom, feeling not so feisty. •◇• Creekpaw •◇• The River with Dewdrop ʙєωɪᴛᴄʜɪηɢ ηɪɢʜᴛѕʜαɗє ~ ~👻 Dewdrop, running FROM a vole! Creekpaws olive green eyes flash up towards her mentor dancing with laughter. The young molly did her best to not verbalize her laughter, but the thought of her mentor being chasing by a tiny little vole was hilarious. "I promise, I won't speak a word of it", she meowed quickly nodding and using her tail to cover her muzzle as if she had taken a vow of silence. His words had definitely done the trick, taking her troubled mind off of her mistake and allowing her to start anew. As Dewdrop backed away the you mottled apprentice took in a deep breath and focused. Stealthily Creekpaw began to stalk through the surrounding reed clumps, scenting the air every couple of steps and making sure she was aware of where she placed her paws. It wasn't long and another vole finally revealed itself. Despite the urge to park up with glee, she held her form and her maintained her position. Step, by careful step, Creekpaw closed in on the vole. When she could move no closer without giving away her position the apprentice leapt from her spot and landing messily onto the rodent. Their was a brief moment where the two scrambled together, a small dust cloud arising, but as the dust settled there sat Creekpaw huffing and puffing from exertion with the vole clamped firmly in her jaws.
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 6, 2020 3:41:16 GMT -5
Sledgestep with Silverstep && Heronglide // camp
Sledgestep could feel Heronglide's annoyance radiating off of him, it was a familiar feeling that the tomcat had become used to. Some cats just didn't appreciate his bold language or advances, their aggravation wasn't a new reaction to him. He would just let it roll off his shoulders, and if it was something really worth looking into then he'd figure out what to do about it later. But, for now, he'll just focus on the task at hand: Staring into Silversteps captivatingly blue eyes. No, sorry, scratch that: Hunting and providing the clan with food.
Grinning charmingly at Silverstep, the tabby tom nods in agreement. "Sunning Rocks sounds perfect to me." Sledgestep added, looking to Heronglide to see if the older had anything to say. Without waiting too long for a response, Sledgestep began to turn and pad towards the camp entrance. As he pads away, his gaze lingers on Dewpounce who seemed to be pulled into a conversation with Jaegerwing. For some reason, completely unknown to the tom, seeing the two converse was putting him on edge. Was Jaegerwing trying to pull a move on the fluffy she-cat? Would she go along with it? She never went along with his moves. Maybe she really didn't like him. ...No, that was impossible. Besides, even if Dewpounce was flirting back with Jaegerwing it was none of his business. Sledgestep frowns at the thought and immediately looks forward, trying to keep his mind and focus off of Dewpounce.
"A quick dip in the water sounds amazing right now, especially with this heat." He finally speaks up, looking to his two companions before squeezing through the camps exit. "Even if it's just soaking our paws. That'd be perfect for me!"
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 6, 2020 6:13:34 GMT -5
(I'll try and reply with Mallowkit tomorrow! Been busy. But I have Mockingjay open!)
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Aug 6, 2020 8:57:25 GMT -5
( Brokenstar I could have Heronglide take Swanpaw out for training, if you're interested? I think we've moved on from the patrol scene. ) ( Tealraven Okay!) Just a repost in case you didn't see this, Tealraven!
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 6, 2020 11:43:00 GMT -5
(( 𝑓𝑜𝑥 iciclerain & little blu ♥are y’all still interested in continuing day 1 conversations?? no rush,, i can easily have some parallel interactions if i need to free up my chars,, but id love to finish those chats if y’all still want to ;3 ))
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Post by Fernshiine on Aug 6, 2020 11:52:48 GMT -5
(Hi! sorry for being gone. What did I miss? I should be one at least once a day if not every few hours!)
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Post by iciclerain on Aug 6, 2020 11:58:13 GMT -5
( ~∂єѕтιиу im fine with finishing up the day 1 conversations )
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 6, 2020 13:12:37 GMT -5
Sorghumnose » Sorghumnose's eyes went wide as she heard the tomcat explain his story on how he gained so much beetle knowledge. She had stepped on bugs before - had felt awful about it for days after - but she had never learned so much from just one little misstep. Dusttail had to be incredibly smart, one of the smartest cats in RiverClan, or maybe even all the Clans. It was something to be amazed by, and Sorghumnose truly was amazed.
"Whoah..." She breathed, blue eyes still wide and as round as the full moon. "I wish I was as bug smart as you. That's really cool that you know all this," she mewed, admiration obvious in her words as she continued to stare, wide-eyed, at the tomcat. She then flicked her gaze back down to the beetle, all the more amazed at the little creature and curious to learn more about it and all the wonders it seemed to have.
Dusttail (Sorghumnose)- RiverClan Camp “Thanks,” was all that the tom could muster. Sorghumnose was a very interesting cat. The fact that the two of them were raising a beetle in the Clan ranks of all things was quite amusing. He didn’t know how well Carapacewing would fair in combat against other Clan cats. Could beetles fight something twice as large as itself? (What type of beetle is Carapacewing? Is he a stag beetle or something else?)
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 6, 2020 13:39:20 GMT -5
Sorghumnose » It was easy to fall into a comfortable silence around the tomcat. Sorghumnose let out a soft purr as she lay down on the ground, blue eyes watching Carapacewing with wide curiosity. She had always enjoyed watching beetles, had always found them rather fascinating. They were so tiny yet they seemed to have so much going for them. It was like the thoughts she had on fish and other prey animals as well, about how they were bound to have a life and families of their own just like Clan cats, but she didn't let herself dwell on those thoughts for too long lest she cry over a trout again.
Though, that did get her to wondering...
The pointed molly looked over at Dusttail. "Hey, Dustttail..." She started, eyes glancing down at her paws for a moment as she wondered how she was going to word this. She didn't want to seem weird, not after she was having an enjoyable time with the other warrior, but she had also worried he would think of her as weird for wanting to keep a beetle and that hadn't been the case. So maybe he wouldn't find this thought of hers weird, either. "Do you think beetles and other animals have their own little Clans? Or, well, maybe not Clans, but their own version of what we have?" They were all living creatures just like cats were, so why wouldn't they have their own social structures? It made sense to Sorghumnose, but Dusttail did seem like the smart one out of the two, so he'd probably have the right answer for her.
[ i would say just a violet ground beetle ^^ ]
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Aug 6, 2020 13:45:25 GMT -5
Sorghumnose » It was easy to fall into a comfortable silence around the tomcat. Sorghumnose let out a soft purr as she lay down on the ground, blue eyes watching Carapacewing with wide curiosity. She had always enjoyed watching beetles, had always found them rather fascinating. They were so tiny yet they seemed to have so much going for them. It was like the thoughts she had on fish and other prey animals as well, about how they were bound to have a life and families of their own just like Clan cats, but she didn't let herself dwell on those thoughts for too long lest she cry over a trout again.
Though, that did get her to wondering...
The pointed molly looked over at Dusttail. "Hey, Dustttail..." She started, eyes glancing down at her paws for a moment as she wondered how she was going to word this. She didn't want to seem weird, not after she was having an enjoyable time with the other warrior, but she had also worried he would think of her as weird for wanting to keep a beetle and that hadn't been the case. So maybe he wouldn't find this thought of hers weird, either. "Do you think beetles and other animals have their own little Clans? Or, well, maybe not Clans, but their own version of what we have?" They were all living creatures just like cats were, so why wouldn't they have their own social structures? It made sense to Sorghumnose, but Dusttail did seem like the smart one out of the two, so he'd probably have the right answer for her.
[ i would say just a violet ground beetle ^^ ]
Dusttail(Sorghumnose)- RiverClan camp The tom nodded. “I think so, but they might be solitary like loners and rogues. Definitely with mice and voles, and even what I hear from WindClan about rabbits,” he said. He watched as Carapacewing finished off the leaves from the branches. He took the beetle off gently and threw the stick away. He let the beetle crawl onto Sorghumnose’s head. It looked funny seeing a large bug on a cat’s head. He knew that Moth Flight of ancient times had a pet moth, or maybe she was imagining things?
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 6, 2020 14:18:16 GMT -5
Sorghumnose » Dusttail was just full of interesting thoughts and knowledge, now wasn't he? He was actually a moon or two younger than Sorghumnose yet it seemed like he was vastly older with what all he had been telling her. Even now he seemed to have more knowledge than what a young warrior would, but wisdom wasn't defined by age. Wisdom was defined on how open minded a cat was and how eager they were to learn. Dusttail was probably just a very eager, observant cat, and Sorghumnose thought that to be rather incredible.
"That makes a lot of sense," the molly mewed with a nod. She glanced back toward Carapacewing, smiling happily at the beetle as he finished off the leaves that Dusttail had given him earlier.
A trill of laughter then escaped her when the beetle crawled onto her head. Her ears twitched as the sensation tickled the top of her head, whiskers curling upward with the feeling as well. "I'm a beetle head now!" She exclaimed with a second trill of laughter, doing her best to not move too much from being tickled - she wanted the beetle to feel secure up there. She would hate to shake him off on accident.
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Post by Tealraven on Aug 6, 2020 16:01:42 GMT -5
Just a repost in case you didn't see this, Tealraven! ( Yes, I saw it, thanks (: I can’t respond atm though )
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Aug 6, 2020 16:03:09 GMT -5
Just a repost in case you didn't see this, Tealraven ! ( Yes, I saw it, thanks (: I can’t respond atm though ) Okay!
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 6, 2020 17:14:06 GMT -5
(Hey, guys! I'm going to be dropping all current scenes and starting fresh so I'm not so overwhelmed. I'm sorry or the inconvenience.)
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