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Post by Morior on Oct 27, 2020 16:34:35 GMT -5
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 7:48:13 GMT -5
"I'm sure you can pick up on all of MistClan's gossip by the time we head back." Frostwhisper purred, still picking away at her half of the large carp.
Maplestar looked at the empty space between Frostwhisper and Swiftkill. He looked to Swiftkill. "Can I sit here?" He asked her quietly with a nervous flick of his tail. He noticed she'd taken the mouse but he didn't think anything of it.
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 8:19:13 GMT -5
"I wouldn't want to intrude on you and Frostwhisper's conversation. I'm sure it's very deep and insightful." Maplestar joked to the tom. He settled in beside Swiftkill, tucking his paws under himself and curling his tail close so he didn't take up so much space, and took a few slow bites of the vole he'd chosen. Instinctually he was torn between prickling with unease or purring. He blinked to Swiftkill although he didn't think she would notice. I can't think of a time that we've ever sat close like this in camp before, he thought.
"I'm sure you'll tell some pretty MistClan she-cat all of our secrets and rumours too." Frostwhisper went on teasing. "Maybe that's why MistClan doesn't have runners."
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 8:46:22 GMT -5
"It's okay Dartfoot, I can't keep up with Frostwhisper's discussions either." He teased. Maplestar wanted to lean in too, wanted to share-tongues with her and dry her fur. But they had never gotten that close and especially not in recent moons. How long can we go on in the silence like this? Should I say something to her? What should I say? He was thinking generally. He remembered the loner some Clanmates had found Swiftkill talking with, and that she later hadn't denied seeing the loner several times. Maybe she's still thinking about him. Maybe I should just back off. After that thought his paws itched to eat the vole quickly and get up, but he couldn't force himself to take more than slow nervous bites.
"I'll have to learn what I can from MistClan, like whether or not they have webbed paws." Frostwhisper mrrowed in laughter.
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Bisexual
Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 28, 2020 9:23:36 GMT -5
-Swiftkill- After her fathers death Swiftkill had never let another cat near her heart. Her father had never been an affectionate tom but they had been the last each other had of family, a fact neither ever took for granted. So when he passed unexpectedly in his sleep Swiftkill had been unbalanced, her foundation swept out from under her paws without warning.
After a moon of isolation, having kept to the fringes of Steppeclan territory, Swiftkill had returned to find the clan had done fine without her. A new warrior named Maplecreek had kept a steady stream of prey coming in for the clan in her absence.
Many would have been hurt to see their spot in the clan so easily replaced, and that would come later, but at the time she’d felt only relief. Having felt guilt during her absence she made sure to thank the new warrior, unaware that he was about to slip through her defenses without a thought. Like water through even the strongest stones crevices.
Now with him just a whisker away she could feel it. Like the warmth he gave off, he seeped into her always. Even when he didn’t mean to, he could always just slip into the cavern she’d carved to protect her heart.
Swiftkill took the last bite of her vole and began to pad away. She flicked her tail in goodbye, knowing it was rude but also aware no one expected much else from her. Except maybe the tom she was leaving behind.
-Dartfoot-
“Maybe you can ask them if they know how the fish keep warm.” Dartfoot’s purr was deep with amusement, causing him to nearly choke on his next bite of fish.
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 9:28:38 GMT -5
Maplestar watched her leave and his heart sank a little. He pushed the vole aside and rested his chin on his paws. The sun was rising in the sky and now cast down into the camp, and he closed his eyes feeling the warmth on his fur.
"I wonder how long they'll allow us to stay. They might not let any of us beyond the border. Even if they offer for Rosepath to go in to get the herbs we shouldn't separate, but they might not let all three of us in. Their medicine cat might just have to bring the needed herbs to the border." Frostwhisper was thinking it over.
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Bisexual
Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 28, 2020 11:17:51 GMT -5
-Dartfoot-
Dartfoot’s ears flattened in discomfort. “I don’t like the idea of Rosepath going alone. Either we all go or we make our dealings at the border.”
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 11:20:13 GMT -5
(skip to when Dartfoot, Rosepath, and Frostwhisper are gone?)
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 11:44:32 GMT -5
Maplestar woke early the next morning to see Rosepath, Frostwhisper, and Dartfoot off. He walked with them a ways out of camp then returned to sit in front of the leader's den and think. He didn't like the idea of the medicine cat being gone from camp for so long. His paws itched to go hunting but he resigned himself to watch over things in camp until Rosepath returned. Maybe once she does return I'll visit the MoonStele. he thought.
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Bisexual
Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 28, 2020 12:02:24 GMT -5
Swiftkill woke slowly the next morning in the guides den. (do they have their own?) She remained lying in her nest and absently witnessed the light grow brighter outside the den, her eyes vacant as they stared into the middle ground. She had dreamed last night.
The weight, a black stone in her belly, grew heavier. Their faces danced behind her eyes... She never learned the color of their eyes, for they had never opened. So whenever she dreamt of them their eyes were hollow voids, abysses which if she stared too long into her soul would drown in.
They never spoke, for they never had voices in life. They only watched her with their empty eyes, staring as she suffered, untouchable.
A sharp birds cry sounded outside, rousing her from her numbness.The clan would need food, she must go hunting.
Slowly Swiftkill got to her paws and padded outside, flinching as the bright sunlight struck her eyes.
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 12:09:26 GMT -5
(yeah they do, maybe I should put that in the main post lol)
Maplestar watched the camp from in front of his den. He didn't like climbing on the high ledge above where the leader usually made announcements, he wanted to avoid anything that would make him look any more intimidating than his height could. He watched Swiftkill pad out of the guides' den. As far as he could tell, apart from the cats who had left, he and Swiftkill were the only ones awake.
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Post by Zz on Oct 28, 2020 12:09:59 GMT -5
Morior Done! Eveningeclipse | non-binary | 34 moons | Deputy | @/zecane Appearance - Eveningeclipse is a long haired cat who is, in one word, breathtaking. Their base fur color is black with dark gray mixed in along their sides, belly, legs, and a mane of the hue around their neck that also moves to their chest some. They have a long, fluffy tail and pure silver eyes. Personality - This cat is responsible and sensible, always thinking all of their options through before making decisions. A fantastic hunter and a decent fighter, they are a worthy opponent to anyone. Despite being non-binary they were born a she-cat and do hope to bear many litters of kits for the clan. History - Born into the clan. Family is open just ask. Other - Born a she-cat. She is open for a mate and I really hope to get her one soon so she can start expecting her first litter of kits sometime. Rabbitrunner | tom | 24 moons | Runner | @/zecane Appearance - Rabbitrunner is a small, streamlined tom who is barely nay bigger than an apprentice. He is a dusty ginger tabby with a bit of brown mixed in and has a deep pink nose and paw pads. His eyes are a dusty green and he has long white whiskers with a little bit of black here and there on a few of them. Personality - This tom is known for speed. Ever since he was little it seemed impossible for him to slow down, always zipping back and forth no matter what. Not only this but he has a great memory and so made the best choice for a runner. A kind and caring soul rests within him but he can also be quite guarded to those who have not yet earned his trust. History - Born into the clan. Family is open just ask. Other - Open to a mate. Phantompaw(petal) | she-cat | 8 moons | Apprentice | @/zecane Appearance - Phantompaw is a blue point siamese. She has a more round head and figure with a long tail and a smaller nose. Her nose is a dark blue/gray like her paw pads and she has white whiskers. She has bright, vivid blue eyes. Personality - Phantompaw is a quite cat who listens more than she speaks. She is known to go to the elders for stories often and wants to be a keeper of all of the stories and history of the clan. She has a fantastic memory, even remembering things she heard before she had even opened her eyes. History - Born in the clan. Family open just ask. Other - Open to a crush.
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Bisexual
Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 28, 2020 12:19:06 GMT -5
- (Thanks for coming Z!)
Blinking Swiftkill slowly regained her vision, to her regret though she must have seemed to be staring directly across camp at Maplestar.
The stone in her belly sharpened into something jagged, but she felt too numb this morning to even flinch. Padding down to the basin like center of camp she picked up small sparrow that was left from the evening patrol. Retreating a couple paces she sat down to eat.
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 12:24:39 GMT -5
Maplestar watched her for a moment then lapped at his chest fur nervously. I should at least ask her. After she eats though, he didn't want to disturb her morning meal.
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 12:49:07 GMT -5
Maplestar rose to his paws and quickly padded after her, catching up to her right outside of camp. "Could we talk, just for a moment?" he asked, fur bristling anxiously.
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 13:44:28 GMT -5
Maplestar let her lead them to a quiet spot. When he sat his tail also curled around himself. "Did..." he started. "Did I do something to make you angry?" he asked. "Or upset?" He winced and shrunk down a bit, like he wanted to hide.
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Bisexual
Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 28, 2020 14:09:15 GMT -5
- Swiftkill’s claws dug deep into the sand, thankfully hidden by her tail. He always in grounded her, even when she knew it was coming. Why had she fallen for this tom? He made he feel like she was floating, untethered and spinning wildly. Even when she’d loved before it had never felt like this. Looking at him now she knew why she had done what she did. This wasn’t good for either of them, this instability. It was against their nature, they both worked best as pillars, supporting the clans and their home. But whenever they got together they caused earthquakes, they destabilized each other and as their leader she couldn’t allow herself to bring him doubt. She was one of his guides for Starclans sake! She was supposed to be a cat he could lean on, find guidance in.
“No Maplestar, you haven’t upset me.” She didn’t come off as cheerful, it would have been strange coming from her anyways. But she ensured her voice came out steady, maybe even soothing.
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 14:18:56 GMT -5
"Then why are we so distant from each other now?" Maplestar asked. "We used to be close. Not in the camp but when we went hunting and spent time outside of camp... What changed?" he asked. He felt his world spin most of the time he was around her, but since something had changed between them, worried thoughts nagged constantly at his mind. He only felt lonely on hunts now without her.
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Bisexual
Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 28, 2020 14:51:03 GMT -5
Swiftkill’s stomach churned anew. Her dreams, nightmares, whatever they were, seeped back to the forefront of her mind’s eye. She had named them... even when they would never use them. She hadn’t wanted them to walk with Starclan nameless, she had wanted them to know they were loved even if they weren’t known. There had been one that looked just like him, a large fluffy black tom. She had named it Creekkit.
He sat in her dreams and stared at her, with empty eyes that haunted her even while awake. She looked at Maplestar and felt that stone grow all the heavier.
“I’ve never been one to have friends.” Swiftkill mewed matter-a-factly and did her best to keep any bitterness from her voice. “You knew that when we began hunting. It wasn’t for company, it was for prey. I’ve just come to realize I hunt better alone.”
With that Swiftkill forced herself to stand and pad away, even if it hurt.
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 14:57:49 GMT -5
"Oh... I suppose that makes sense since you hunted for the Clan alone..." Maplestar began but she was already leaving. He sat rigid still and watched her go, but inside his mind was racing. After everything it was just for hunting? But what about the time when we weren't hunting and just spending time together? He gave his head a shake. If she says it meant nothing then that's how she feels now. No point fussing over the details, she's already decided we're not even friends. He waited until she was out of sight before he sank into a crouch until his belly touched the cold earth, and he rested his chin on his paws.
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 15:39:04 GMT -5
added Zz ! Swiftkill is Phantompaw's mentor. currently Swiftkill is hunting and Maplestar is the only cat back at camp Maplestar's gonna go cry in his den now. Rosepath, Frostwhisper, and Dartfoot are on a mission to MistClan)
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Bisexual
Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 28, 2020 15:59:46 GMT -5
Sky Wise, The Star | Tom | 50 Moons | Leader | Hossyboy
Appearance- A lean silver tom with pale blue eyes.
Personality- Curiosity drives Sky Wise, he is never comfortable with the mundane, and is always in search of more. He can be quite charming and just as easily off putting. Sky Wise has little tact and speaks from the heart. Some find his honesty a welcome comfort while others find his refusal to be quite an annoyance. He is confident and outspoken and one day he plans to take the world by storm.
History- Apart of an ancient group, now named The Wanderers, he believes in a cat’s duty to discovery. Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back is a motto his people live by. Any who don’t are denying there base instincts, they believe it is wrong to stay in one place and that traveling is essential to life. When he was a young tom he went on a journey many call “the rite”, a sort of coming age journey that once a cat is returned from are gifted their title. On this journey he found his peoples old forgotten enemies, Steppeclan. There he met Swiftkill, a cat he fell in love with. However she refused to return with him to his homeland and rejected his way of life. Now as leader of The Wanderers Sky Wise seeks to once more change her mind. This time he won’t be taking no for an answer.
Other- Sky Wise has ritualistic scarring that frames his face.
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Post by Morior on Oct 28, 2020 16:07:03 GMT -5
(added!)
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