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Post by Littleflower on Nov 9, 2020 19:24:02 GMT -5
OOC: Sleetstorm is a very pretty name! I look forward to roleplaying the two together!
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 9, 2020 19:24:29 GMT -5
πππ’ππππ would you like for Rainripple and Cinderburr to be littermates? Blu's character would also be a sibling so it would be a litter of three! )
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Post by πππ’ππππ on Nov 9, 2020 19:26:43 GMT -5
~Skyblaze~ yeah thatβs fine//
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 9, 2020 19:36:49 GMT -5
Littleflower Thank you! I'm looking forward to it! ^^
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 9, 2020 19:42:44 GMT -5
OOC: If we are allowed to roleplay would you like to do so together ~Skyblaze~ ?
alternatively would anyone like to roleplay with Condor?
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Nov 9, 2020 20:23:23 GMT -5
(Thinking about joining. Can I claim medicine cat.?)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 9, 2020 20:26:16 GMT -5
Littleflower Sure once my forms are confirmed!
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Post by little blu β₯ on Nov 9, 2020 20:31:17 GMT -5
π wrenfrost | 32 moons | warrior | little blu β₯
a thick furred warm brown tom with dark brown rings around his legs and tail. he has green eyes. relationships ; open sexuality ; bisexual
π thistleshine | 17 moons old | warrior | little blu β₯
a light gray tom with dark gray tabby stripes and black flecks on his cheeks and hips. he has blue eyes. relationships ; sisters are rainripple and cinderburr. sexuality ; pansexual
π lionpaw | 6 moons old | apprentice | little blu β₯
soft furred golden brown torbie she-cat with a white chest and blue-green eyes. relationships ; hickorybreeze is her pseudo-brother sexuality ; heterosexual
π asterpetal | 24 moons old | warrior | little blu β₯
short, white furred molly with soft gray patches and one black ear. light amber eyes. relationships ; open sexuality ; demisexual
π antlerpaw | 11 moons | apprentice | little blu β₯ light tan tom with thick black tabby stripes and a white underbelly and socks. white diamond between his blue eyes. relationships ; brother is vulturepaw. sexuality ; questioning, in denial a bit
π hollysplash | 46 moons | queen | little blu β₯
a ginger and white spotted molly with paler seal point markings. dark green eyes. relationships ; open sexuality ; heterosexual ^ she's a permanent queen - so while it'd be nice for her to have a mate, she doesn't have to be expecting kits now. though it'd be nice for her to maybe get pregnant soon or to have other litters?
( FINALLY! i could cry right now, this took me soooo long. ; - ; )
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 9, 2020 20:36:48 GMT -5
π Shrikestar with Open Leader's Den - The Fogclan leader was in her den, under a thick patch of ferns tucked behind a large, moss-covered boulder in the back corner of the cavern. The she-cat had woken early, but was yet to leave her den. It was still so new to her-the den had once been a different world for her as just the deputy, a sacred place only for the sharing of secrets and formulation of battles, but now it was all hers and she took time on this morning to admire it properly for the first time. This was the new leader's first official night in the den, and she was still getting used to waking up here and not surrounded by her stirring, snoring clanmates. But Shrikestar enjoyed the silence. Finally, she could hear her own thoughts over the noise of other cats. She imagined there would be quite a bit of noise on this morning in particular. Panicking elders and gossiping queens would surely be whispering amongst each other and spreading rumors throughout the clan, as surely Shrikestar must have angered Starclan. That is, by not appointing a new deputy by moonhigh the previous night. However, the new leader had been... a little busy, and figured that Starclan would excuse her offense. The molly had been caught in a rockslide, caused by a lightning strike, the night prior as she had returned from the mountain after receiving her nine lives. The rockslide had taken the first of her new, almost immediately, and that had admittedly slowed down her return trip. After hearing this news from their medicine cat, many of her warriors were panicked or outraged and Shrikestar figured many of them would use the event as an excuse to oppose her or interpret it as a "sign" from Starclan. However, Shrikestar knew what it was. Not a sign from Starclan, but a test. And the grey molly believed that if the loss of her first life proved anything Starclan, it was that she was fearless in the face of death, and eager to lay down the other eight for Fogclan. Getting to her paws and bowing into a low stretch, Shrikestar shouldered her way out of the hanging fronds that covered the entrance to her den, head high and her tail held proudly aloft as she surveyed the clearing of the camp. Her camp.
[ i can get some better starters up soon but everyone feel free to rp ! ]
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 9, 2020 20:43:21 GMT -5
OOC: If we are allowed to roleplay would you like to do so together ~Skyblaze~ ?
alternatively would anyone like to roleplay with Condor? Looks like we're good to go, would you like to start us off? c: )
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 9, 2020 20:43:23 GMT -5
[ everyone's forms look good guys! y'all are all good to go. i'll get your kitties added blue and then we should be all up to date. β‘ hollysplash could be mates with moosepelt if you want, or i'm sure she could be the mother of some of these older litters. moose is a himbo so idk if that's what she's looking for or not. xD
also frost, we'd love to have you ! i'll definitely save a meddie for ya. ]
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 9, 2020 20:53:30 GMT -5
Whistlestorm; Sleetstorm{~Skyblaze~ }.As the sound of movement outside of camp grey now much of the clan was awakening for the morning's oncoming duties, a slender queen in the nursery woke. Twitching her nose, it took her a moment to remember where she was. A couple of nights prior the pregnant shecat had been moved; quite against her will to the nursery. She had fought it for weeks, wanting as much freedom as she could muster from her moons, but had finally relented to the quite boring life of a nursery queen.
It wouldn't be for too long, thank the stars, as her kits were due within the half a moon. But even that seemed like an infinite period of time, and she was already bored out of her mind. She didn't understand how she had survived as a kitten, confined in the nursery for a whole six moons.
Now she had tasted her freedom, it seemed cruel to have it stolen from her. Whistlestorm was known as being as free as a bird at heart, and the sudden caging wasn't treating her very well. She sighs, putting her legs beneath her and straightening into an upright position, swollen stomach swinging beneath her as she moves. She looks about the nursery; apparently the last riser. That free bird was an owl, after all, a very fat owl right now.
She treads from the nursery, stretching as she moves and once in the morning light of camp she looks around, hungry but unsure what offerings it will have before the dawn patrols return. She finds a small sunny spot, and begins grooming. Though every spot on her slender frame is hard to reach aside from her chest and stomach now her kit filled belly gets in the way.
Nowadays grooming and eating are just about the only things she's permitted to do without strict supervision, she will no doubt be the best groomed mother by the time her kittens arrive.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 9, 2020 21:23:21 GMT -5
Caribouflight / Warrior / Camp / Shrikestar (πππ₯)Caribouflight was perched just below the leader's den, feasting on a vole. The tom had woken up early, but not early enough for the dawn patrol, and as they had no deputy to assign patrols yet, he had decided to have a small meal before going out to hunt as well. The Clan could always use fresh-kill, and he was sure it would help soothe the moods of some of the cats, who were incensed that their new leader had returned with 8 lives, not 9. How any cat could treat their leader like this was beyond him. He was one of the oldest senior warriors in the Clan, older even than the new leader. He had followed the leader for many seasons, and an accident on the way back to camp didn't change that in his eyes. The tom let out a drowsing grumble around the vole. The sound of movement above him caused his ears to prick, and he looked up just in time to see Shrikestar emerge from her den. The leader looked confident, but a bit guarded, which was understandable considering her recent experience, and he hoped for the Clan's sake that his clanmates would lay off the superstition for a bit and allow their new leader to find her footing. "Good morning, Shrikestar." He meowed, dipping his head. His tone was neutral, and his gaze friendly. "Would you like to share some vole?" He offered.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 9, 2020 21:29:19 GMT -5
Sleetstorm / Warrior / Dawn Patrol / Whistlestorm (Littleflower)Sleetstorm padded back to camp, still a bit drowsy, but satisfied with the hunt. He carried two plump mice in his jaws. and he stifled a yawn for fear of dropping them. His paws itched to be back at camp, and by the side of Whistlestorm, his mate. With only a short while until she gave birth, the anticipation of his new kits was building. He knew well enough that Whistlestorm wanted to be out in the forest, and he wanted nothing more than to hunt at her side. The pregnancy was like a bubble, and he knew that soon, their lives would change dramatically. The young tom finally padded into camp, eyes scanning the clearing expectantly. He spotted Whistlestorm sunning herself, her plump belly quite a change from her usual slender, lithe self. He let out a purr, half affection and half amusement. She looked a bit like a duck, he thought, but he'd rather join StarClan than tell her that. He padded to the pile and deposited one of the mice, before padding over to his mate. He dropped the other plump rodent at her paws, bending down to lick her ear. "How are you feeling?" He murmured.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 9, 2020 21:36:34 GMT -5
Whistlestorm; Sleetstorm{~Skyblaze~ }.Her ears twitch forward at the sound of approaching paws, stuck in an especially βelegantβ position of attempting to remove a frustrating burr from twhere it was wedged on her flank. Relenting in her efforts, defeated and assuming anything north of her belly would just have to go ungroomed until it returned to a more normal size. Whistlestorm was a naturally smaller shecat, and she hadnβt yet become accustomed to the added weight.
She glares at him, mostly playfully as she straightens. She leans up to touch her pink nose to his, βIβd kill you for this if the medicine cat wouldnβt kill me too for over exerting myself,β she growls, rasping a tongue across her mateβs ear ruefully. βThe night these kits are born sleep with your eyes open,β she warns, almost 100% sure she was joking... almost.
Sleetstorm could safely assume these would be the only kits heβd get, unless he wanted to risk meeting StarClan early.
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Post by little blu β₯ on Nov 9, 2020 21:41:30 GMT -5
( Hollysplash has been through the wringer, she has night terrors and sleep-walks. Rough childhood, it makes her a bit of a nervous wreck but she loves kittens and is a truly gentle soul.
I'll get some starters up soon ~ )
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Nov 9, 2020 21:57:04 GMT -5
(YAY! I'll make a couple characters, but probably not until tomorrow. So excited!)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 9, 2020 22:18:49 GMT -5
Sleetstorm / Warrior / Camp / Whistlestorm (Littleflower)Sleetstorm's eyes widened in mock terror, his long tail swishing playfully. His mate was probably the fiercest cat in the woods when she needed to be, but she had never managed to scare Sleetstorm off. He young snow-colored tom was persistent in that way. That, and he had loved her since they were apprentices. "But then who will bring you fat juicy mice to eat?" He asked, a purr bubbling in his throat. He could understand his mate's impatience. He felt it too, dragging his paws like a powerful breeze. He wanted to meet his kits more than anything.
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 9, 2020 22:24:02 GMT -5
[ sounds good Frost! i'm looking forward to seeing them. (: ]
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 9, 2020 22:49:53 GMT -5
Leader's Den - The leader took a seat just outside of her den and curled her thin tail over her paws. She surveyed the state of her camp, her orange gaze drifting over the cats gathered there coolly. The molly watched as Sleetstorm padded back into camp with approval, noting that he had a nice catch between his jaws and that he'd delivered a nice meal to their only expecting queen, Whistestorm. With Leafbare right around the corner, the more freshkill the clan had, the better, especially with a new litter of kits on the way. Some of her senior warriors, notably Caribouflight, Condorshadow, and Moosepelt, seemed to have been handling the daily patrols well in the absence of a deputy, and Shrikestar made a mental note to thank the brother's later. When Shrikestar's gaze finally fell upon Caribouflight, she dipped her head to the warrior in response to his greeting, getting lightly to her paws and making her way over to the tom. "Good morning," She replied, her tone a bit sharp. She shot a gaze down at the warrior's breakfast and crinkled her nose a bit at the vole. "I appreciate the offer, but I would prefer to hunt before I eat." Shrikestar responded, shooting a look at the freshkill pile. It looked full enough, especially with the new catches, but leader had made it a habit long before not to take anything before she had brought something back. She settled down beside Caribouflight and began to wash her paws with a few deliberate licks. "I see that the dawn patrol went out and was successful," She commented, her orange eyes narrowing in thought. Shrikestar wondered if Caribouflight would comment on the lack of a deputy to send out such a patrol, the comment somewhat baited. Loyalties were a bit up in the air at the moment, and the molly always liked to know where her warriors stood. And, in league with that, who she could trust. "I want you hunting after your meal. Bring a few warriors and an apprentice or two, if you like." She suggested. "I'll be accompanying the patrol as well." Her words were commanding, but not harsh. The she-cat simply liked things done her way.
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 9, 2020 23:07:05 GMT -5
Fogclan Camp -
Hickorybreeze was, admittedly, a frequently late riser. On this morning, he had just barely managed to drag himself to drag himself from his nest underneath a large juniper bush when he had heard Caribouflihgt say Shrikestar's name aloud. Starclan help him if his new leader caught him sleeping the day away-her strict attitude ruffled the tom's coat more than he'd like to admit. He preferred to keep a cool, casual attitude at all times, but he couldn't help but fear the grey and white cat's wrath.
Since he'd woken late, the tom felt a pang of guilt in his stomach for his apprentice, Lionpaw. He hoped that she hadn't been waiting on him too long, although he figured if she had she'd have bounded into the warrior's den by now. Still fresh out of the nursery, he assumed his apprentice was still full of kitlike wonder concerning her warrior training. It was one of the things he liked the most about being a first-time mentor. He walked around the outskirts of camp, peering into the various ferns and shrubs to see if he could catch site of his apprentice still curled up in her den, bushy tail swishing behind him. "Lionpaw?" He called, when he couldn't catch sight of her, tail still twtiching in though as he decided just what they should work on today. Mentorship was still painfully new to the tom and he typically didn't fair well in his "warrior responsibilities". Hickorybreeze longed to be a rowdy apprentice once more, but those days of mischief were looking further and further behind him now.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 9, 2020 23:09:19 GMT -5
OOC:Really sorry but Iβve got to go to bed, I thought Iβd ask as theyβre fairly similar in appearance, could Whistle and Shrike potentially be sisters? From a different litter maybe due to age
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 9, 2020 23:18:02 GMT -5
[ that's alright, little, we'll see you later! and yeah, that works for me. i don't imagine they'd have a very close relationship though if you're good with that--shrike tends to be a little haughty and harsh. ]
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 9, 2020 23:20:21 GMT -5
OOC I donβt mind that dynamic at all!
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Post by little blu β₯ on Nov 9, 2020 23:23:56 GMT -5
( i'm so sorry, i got caught up in trying to get replies out for another clan where i have like.... seventy characters and there's a ton going on. i am getting around to starters, i promise! c: )
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 9, 2020 23:26:56 GMT -5
OOC: There is a reason Iβve restrained myself to two, I admire your ability to keep track of so many!
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 9, 2020 23:42:35 GMT -5
[ dang blu, you really full sent it. xD don't worry about it though, take your time ! ]
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 10, 2020 0:35:31 GMT -5
(I need to get out some starters for another Clan so this will be my last set of replies for the night! Glad to get started! ^^) Caribouflight / Warrior / Camp / Shrikestar πππ₯Caribouflight nodded as he looked at the pile, fully aware that a full-stocked pile could empty dangerously fast. He had been planning to go out as soon as he finished already. Like the rest of the Clan, he was acutely aware that the lack of a deputy meant that duties were scattered among his littermates to organize, but he didn't bring it up. It wasn't Shrikestar's fault that a deputy hadn't been named by moonhigh. Even StarClan couldn't stop a rockslide. But why hadn't she chosen one by now? The thought lingered in the back of his mind like a troublesome moth. He had bent down to take another bite of vole when his leader's next words made his tail tip flick in surprise. Did she not think he was capable of leading the patrol on his own? He assumed that she was being careful, especially with the general feeling in the camp, but the standoffishness did seem a bit unwarranted. Even when she had been deputy, Caribouflight had always treated Shrikestar with courteousness and respect. Nevertheless, he didn't question the point. "Of course, Shrikestar. I think Vulturepaw and Antlerpaw would appreciate some hunting. Those two are quickly shaping up to be fine warriors." He commented. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ Streampaw / Apprentice / Apprentice's Den / Hickorybreeze πππ₯Streampaw had just awoken, letting out a small yawn as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes. She had been curled up beside her sister Hailpaw, her dark gray mingling with her off-white. She looked around the den now, lightly rubbing a small paw against her whiskers. The sound of a voice of the den caused her to perk up, wondering if it was Asterpetal calling her for some training. Then, she realized it was Hickorybreeze, and her heart began to beat faster. "Hickorybreeze!" She meowed, padding up eagerly to the young warrior. Her eyes glowed admiration as she looked up at him. Streampaw always had time for Hickorybreeze. She had been padding after him since she had joined the apprentice's den. Now her tail waved eagerly as she tipped her head to the side. "Are you looking for Lionpaw?" She mewed, referring to Hickorybreeze's apprentice, and the newest apprentice in the den. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy that the younger she-cat got to hunt and patrol side by side with Hickorybreeze every day. That's going to be me when I'm a warrior. She told herself resolutely.
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Post by little blu β₯ on Nov 10, 2020 0:38:17 GMT -5
wrenfrost tom ; warrior ; bisexual
A soft yawn escaped the tom as he arched his spine, his legs trembling as he stretched himself out. He'd slept in an odd position last night and was feeling a bit sore this morning. Shaking himself, the chestnut brown feline peered around the camp as he took careful steps out of the ferns that hid his nest from the rest of the camp. He blinked slowly in the sunlight, waiting for his soft green eyes to adjust properly. Stepping off to the side of the main clearing, Wrenfrost let his tail curl over his paws as he sat, letting himself wake up more fully now that he was out in the fresh air.β [ tag ] β [ the camp ] β asterpetal molly ; warrior ; demisexual
(will write tomorrow)β [ tag ] β [ the camp ] β thistleshine tom ; warrior ; pansexual
(will write tomorrow)β [ tag ] β [ the camp ] β hollysplash molly ; queen ; heterosexual
The soothing sound of her clan mates sleeping or waking up around her, the snores, sighs, and rustles, comforted Hollysplash as she lie awake outside the nursery, her flank still heaving from the night terror she was recovering from. The timid molly felt her limbs shaking and she let out a quiet whimper, trying not to bother the sleeping cats around them. Her tail curled tighter around her, her head falling to rest on her paws, dark eyes staring blankly in front of her. Part of her knew she should get up but the fear was still very present in her mind. β [ tag ] β [ the camp ] β lionpaw molly ; apprentice ; heterosexual
A groggy, half-asleep Lionpaw stumbled out of her nest, nearly tripping on her paws as she tried to get her bearings. Her ears flickered on her head, the sound of her name reaching her as the golden torbie turned in that direction. Trying to muffle a yawn, her blue-green eyes landed on her mentor and a small grin touched her muzzle. "Did you wake up as late as I did?" she groaned, stretching out her spine as she neared him. Giving herself a mighty shake, Lionpaw tried to wake herself up more efficiently. "I won't tell Shrikestar if you won't," she spoke, trying to keep the atmosphere light. When she'd first met Hickorybreeze as her mentor, she'd been nervous but he'd been quick to put her at ease. Now, talking to him came like second nature to her now, even after such a short amount of time. antlerpaw tom ; apprentice ; questioning
(will write tomorrow)β [ tag ] β [ the camp ] β
( i am exhausted, i'm goint to head to bed, but here are some of my starters and lion's reply! sorry everyone, i'll be on tomorrow! c: )
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 10, 2020 11:49:19 GMT -5
Whistlestorm; Sleetstorm{~Skyblaze~ }.Her grumble was mostly playful, as she bats a slender paw at him like a silvered serpent darting out to strike its prey, but fortunately her action had very little bite. "I wouldn't be round as the full moon, so I would be perfectly capable of retrieving my own prey, and catching it for myself," Whistlestorm purrs lowly. The rumbling sound deep in her throat is thunderous, laced with affection alongside the slight annoyance. The Queen's dappled ears twitch forward as she watches her sister withdraw from the leaders den, feeling the judgemental gaze brush across the two mates. Her ears grew warm, similar as they might have been in appearance, but could not be further apart in terms of personality. Apparently the difference in a few moons between them was enough to make them as similar as night and day, and the two had never been particularly affectionate. Whistlestorm sighs, snuggling closer to the warmth of her mate's shoulder. "How has the hunting been?" It might have been only a couple of days since her last hunt, but it already felt like moons.
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