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Post by Littleflower on Nov 16, 2020 21:02:32 GMT -5
Whistlestorm; Sleetstorm{~Skyblaze~ }. She scoffs at this, βIve shared a nest with you, they definitely get it from you, itβs like trying to sleep beside a hedgehog during an earthquake,β she informs him with a twitch of her whiskers. Whistlestorm rests her head against her paws, watching him with a mixture of amusement and affection in her bright gaze, licking his nose when he leans down to nuzzle her. βIβm hardly going to chase you from the nursery,β she tells him chuckling. βWeβre no doubt going to have quite the handful if theyβre anything like you, Iβm going to need all the help Iβm going to need,β she groans exaggeratedly, rolling her eyes. βRemind me why I said yes to this at some point, will you?β When he runs his tail across her side, her belly tenses and twitches. The area hot to the touch, stiff and hard as the unbending oak. If the queen notices it, thereβs no hint to how she carries herself. Thinking nothing of the peculiar ache she had suffered from since early that morning. Condorshadow; Caribouflight{~Skyblaze~ }. The large Tom comes to stand beside his brother, squinting out into the camp, stretching out each of his muscled legs and hearing the cracks of misused joints. βWho else?β He asks, never the social type, even around his own brother. He felt a little bad that he hadnβt been up earlier to give orders of his own, and would seek Shrimestar out and apologise for that misstep when they returned.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 17, 2020 16:47:25 GMT -5
( Littleflower were you planning on having her kit right now? Just so we're on the same page!) Sleetstorm / Warrior / Camp / Whistlestorm (Littleflower)The movement was not lost on Sleetstorm, who had felt the belly many times since he had first learned of the pregnancy. He had felt the kits stir before, nudging around and no doubt disturbing their unborn siblings in their restless sleep. This felt different, however. This twitch felt almost...insistent...and her belly side felt so stiff... "What was that?" He meowed, eyes widening slightly as the fur on the back of his neck began to prickle. "Did you feel that?" While he had certainly overreacted in the past about the kits' arrival, this time he was sure that wasn't the case. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Caribouflight / Warrior / Camp / Condorshadow (Littleflower)Caribouflight pondered the question for a second. "You and me, and Antlerpaw and Sweetpaw." He began, with their apprentices. We'll bring Duskpad and Vulturepaw along. And Shrikestar will be joining us." He added, the meaning of their leader joining them not lost on him, and he doubted on his brother either. "We can take the apprentices hunting, and then maybe some training after?" He suggested. He was proud of all the apprentices, particularly his own Sweetpaw, who was learning well for such a new apprentice.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 17, 2020 16:51:04 GMT -5
OOC: If that's okay? on with responding <3
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 17, 2020 16:54:25 GMT -5
[ my plan is to have Shrikestar kind of insinuate she wants Condorshadow for deputy on the patrol, and then hold a ceremony when they're back if that sounds good! also I'll put up some replies right now. <3 and Duckpaw can help with Whistestorm when needed ! ]
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 17, 2020 16:55:34 GMT -5
OOC:[/b] That's fine by me, if anything I'm rather excited! Please take your time <3 and when you get the chance sure regarding Duckpaw
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Post by little blu β₯ on Nov 17, 2020 16:56:46 GMT -5
wrenfrost tom ; warrior ; bisexual
Wrenfrost swung his head in the direction of the approaching paw-steps, offering a small nod in greeting as he watched Stormtalon finish approaching. The tail under his chin was more than a surprise and the chestnut feline felt himself grow flustered, his usual grumpy exterior cracking a bit. Due to his less than friendly nature no one usually touched him so casually. Feeling his ears heat, the tom shuffled his paws a bit, trying to find his composure again. "M-Morning," he stumbled over his words, mentally cursing. Giving himself a firm shake, while disguising it as another stretch, the warrior stubbornly grasped at his grumpy mask once more. He had to defend himself - if others got in, he'd just get hurt again. At the mention of his apprentice, Wrenfrost tilted his head towards where the two were chattering away. Normally he'd rather be by himself - which meant training Honeypaw on his own. Still, that must be a dreadfully lonely existence to shove on his young charge. "That's not a horrible idea," he conceded to Stormtalon, peering at the other tom, with a short dip of his head.
lionpaw molly ; apprentice ; heterosexual
Hickorybreeze's big paw came up and ruffled her fur, which would have ruined her grooming - if she'd taken a moment to do more than smooth down her pelt this morning, which she hadn't. The molly simply didn't see the purpose of getting all dolled up only to get dirty all over again when she trained that day. Plus, she loved getting dirty, always had. Give her mud puddles and leaf piles over sharing tongues and meadows any day. Lionpaw growled playfully, resisting the urge to lower into a pounce.
"Oh, I'm so sorry oh great one, I'll make sure to remember that in the future," the torbie snickered, rolling her blue-green eyes but her smile softened affectionately. She was surprised that Streampaw hadn't burst out laughing, though one glance at the older apprentice told her that she was taking this whole situation a lot more maturely. Lionpaw shifted a bit uncomfortably then, feeling like a kitten. Her attention abruptly turned back to Hickorybreeze when he mentioned elder duty. It's not that Lionpaw didn't love the elders, she did, but battle training was so much more fun! "Battle training, please," she exclaimed, her face subtly pleading. Her paws itched to be out in the territory - to be doing something, anything. dustsky tom ; medicine cat ; heterosexual
The tom was in such a daze, he didn't even notice when Speckledpaw or his own apprentice, Duckpaw had risen from their nests and slipped into the storage area. He was close to the back, huddled over the herbs silently, his face drawn in an expression of heavy grief. He and Blizzardstar had been joined at the hip for most of their youth and had kept that closeness through their older years. Living without him was so painful it was honestly hard for Dustsky to force himself out of his nest in the morning. Duckpaw's voice startled him out of his thoughts and memories, bringing him back to the present. Dulled amber eyes flickered to his fluffy furred apprentice, a faint spark of warmth touching his empty chest. "I'm just fine, Duckpaw," he replied, his voice a quiet rasp as he tried to keep himself from wavering. Dustsky gently pulled some poppy seeds from the flower for storage. "We're almost done sorting here, thanks to Speckledpaw. We should probably get some more marigold and coltsfoot..." he trailed off on a mumble, peering back at their stores - concern mixing with the deep sadness. The older medicine cat wanted to make sure they were stocked up for leaf-bare.
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Post by little blu β₯ on Nov 17, 2020 16:57:53 GMT -5
( sorry this took so long, guys! ; - ; )
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 17, 2020 17:05:23 GMT -5
Warrior's Den - Ravenshade has been awake for a while, but yet to leave the warrior's den. Instead, the molly had been intent on her morning ritual of grooming her long black-and-white patched coat until it shone, glossy in the dim sunlight filtering through the ferns of the den and the blanket of fog that lay over the camp. The molly wasn't necessarily vain, but her appearance was definitely something she took pride in, and she preferred to look presentable before joining in her warrior duties.
She glanced over at Frostsplash as the warrior rustled in her nest, waking and sitting up. Ravenshade mewed a small greeting, meeting the she-cat's eyes. "Morning, Frostsplash." She greeted casually, licking a paw and dragging it over her torn ear a few times to complete her grooming. "Any plans for the day?" She inquired. Without a deputy, most of the warriors had been taking it upon themselves to organize patrols, and she wondering if the white warrior had any ideas in mind.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 17, 2020 17:12:16 GMT -5
Whistlestorm; Sleetstorm{~Skyblaze~ }. The shecat barely noticed what he'd said, assuming it was some playful retort - but she only spotted the seriousness of his tone with his last couple of words. She sits up, flicking an ear in his direction, "What do you mean?" She asks, unworried as her mate was prone to nerves at the best of times, particularly with his kittens due within half the moon. Whistlestorm shifts her hindquarters, noting the tightness in the movement and the nasty ache properly for the first time. She grumbles, assuming she had been sitting still for too long, she was about to answer his question when a sudden, sharp pain as though she'd fallen onto a porcupine; steals the breath from her. Panting with a laugh, "What in the name of StarClan was that?" She questions the no doubt clueless tom, using humour to prevent the panic lighting her tone.
Condorshadow; Caribouflight{~Skyblaze~ }. A younger warrior might have worried about the prospect of proving himself in front of the newly dubbed leader, but the tom was too tired and had enough experience on his side to entirely worry about that sort of thing. He nods his head. "Bringing the apprentices is a good idea," he confirmed as the two brothers moved to join their patrol at a comfortable pace. The clan needed prey, and with a glance in the direction of one of the queens; his own mate's denmate, it seemed there would be more mouths in the clan soon enough. And from the panic lighting Sleetstorm's gaze; a position he knew from experience - perhaps shorter than any of them thought. "Where are we headed?" He asked, eager to leave camp before it was full of the sound of screaming - kits were cute, but if they weren't his own he wasn't the fatherly type. With any luck they would return to camp to happy news.
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Nov 17, 2020 17:16:29 GMT -5
(Trying to warn everyone in the other clans I am in. I am about to be poofy for the next week or so(not sure how long this will be going on). There is a staffing crisis at my job, we are super short of CNAs and have Covid cases going around our facility. I work 7 - 16 hour shifts from the 19th to the 27th. So I wonβt be as active, if I can even Rp. I apologize. I meant well when I joined these other clans. It wonβt be like this forever. If you want to take me out of your clans, I completely understand. But I will be active again at some point. I am so sorry.)
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 17, 2020 17:17:48 GMT -5
[ oh hey blu, i was also going to ask, do you care if Rain is expecting as well with Falcon? o: also i imagine this wasn't her first litter, but maybe her other kits hadn't survived? idk.
also, Frost, don't worry about it! whenever you can get on/come back is just fine, you have a super important job to do and your focus should be there! good luck !! ]
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Post by little blu β₯ on Nov 17, 2020 17:24:30 GMT -5
( yes, they can be expecting kittens. c: Falcon's going to be protective - since they've lost their kittens in the past. </3 )
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 17, 2020 18:59:20 GMT -5
(Thats good with me!) Sleetstorm / Warrior / Camp / Whistlestorm (Littleflower)Sleetstorm paused for a second as his mate shifted incuriously to the response, and he wondered if he had really been wrong yet again. His head drooped as his ear twitched in embarrassment, until Whistlestorm's next gasp caused him to look up once more. Her tone was casual, but it was strained, and no cat could mask the alarm, however brief it was, from her eyes as the lightning bolt of pain passed through her. That was enough for Sleetstorm. "Dustsky! Frostecho!" He called out, fur bristling in alarm. "I think the kits are coming!"( little blu β₯ / β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ whoever wants to handle the kitting ) ______________________________________________________________________________________________ Caribouflight / Warrior / Camp / Condorshadow (Littleflower), Sweetpaw (β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯), Antlerpaw (little blu β₯), VulturepawCaribouflight flicked his tail towards Shrikestar, as if to say that the leader would probably want to decide where her patrol went. "I'll fetch the apprentices, can you get Duskpad?" He asked as he padded to the apprentice's den. "Sweetpaw! Antlerpaw! Vulturepaw!" He called out to the apprentices, hoping they were all still in the den so he wouldn't have to run around looking for them.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 17, 2020 19:21:38 GMT -5
OOC: To clarify Iβm waiting for a response from the medicine cats before responding, not just ignoring!
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Post by smellytoeshehe on Nov 17, 2020 19:52:24 GMT -5
Frostsplash | Warriorβs Den | Nightshade (πππ₯)Frostsplash nodded as a motion that she heard the warrior. βWell, I just had the nicest dream of a delicious salmon.β She said in a cheerful voice. βI might ask if anyone wants to join a hunting patrol, I havenβt had salmon in so long.β It made sense for her to not have it in a while; salmon was a very rare piece of prey to catch. But that didnβt seem to diminish her determination. She looked over at Ravenshade. The molly looked very presentable and beautiful. She ignored the tiny feeling of jealousy. βWould you like to join me?β
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 17, 2020 19:53:37 GMT -5
Medicine Cat Den - Duckpaw nodded at his mentor's words, noting the soft, rasping tone of his voice but not bringing it up. Even as a medicine cat, the young tom couldn't find the words to comfort his mentor, and knew that they could only do so much good if he had them. "Sorry I wasn't up to help..." The tom muttered a bit sheepishly, kneading the ground with his paws, watching as Dustsky continued to work through his grief. It was something Duckpaw had always admired about the older tom--always steadfast and dedicated to his work, even in the face of grief. "Perhaps you could come with Speckledpaw and I to collect some more this morning?" Duckpaw offered gently. He figured that Dustsky could use some fresh air and that getting out of the medicine cat den would be good for him. Maybe they could go visit Blizzardstar's grave too... The apprentice's ear's pricked when he heard Sleetstorm's cry, distracting him from his plans. He got hastily to his paws, almost tripping himself in his speed. "I think the kits are coming!" Sleetstorm's words rang in Duckpaw's head as he whipped his head around the store, trying to identify the herbs they would need. "Dustsky, what do you need from me?" Duckpaw meowed a littel nervously. While the young cat was shaping up to be a skilled medicine cat, he still lacked confidence and experience, always looking to his mentor for instructions or approval before he made his own moves. The kitting excited the tom, but he felt a pit growing in his stomach from the last kitting he had experienced. He had been young, a newly appointed and bright-eyed apprentice, when Rainfeather had birthed her first litter. But he'd watched as the queens kits were stillborn, or died soon after despite the best efforts of Dustsky and Frostecho, with Rainfeather barely making it out alive herself. Whistlestorm had had a healthy pregnancy so far, but Duckpaw had a bad habit of expecting the worst. Starclan, help Whistlestorm. He sent up a silent prayer for the young queen, yellow eyes intent on Dustsky.
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 21, 2020 10:56:08 GMT -5
[ anyone around ? ]
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Post by πππ’ππππ on Nov 21, 2020 22:40:10 GMT -5
Iβm still here-//
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Post by β‘ Bun β‘ on Nov 22, 2020 1:37:03 GMT -5
A fluffy dark grey and white patched she cat with pale green eyes. relationships ; Brother is Smokewatcher sexuality ; Straight
Long-haired black grey and white tom, with pale green eyes relationships ; Sister is Magpiesong sexuality ; Straight
Lethal cream colored she cat with dark brown focal points, and pale gold eyes. relationships ; if relevant sexuality ; Straight
a large, relatively dark tabby tom with white paws, underbelly, neck and under his chin. hints of ginger appear on his chest and face complimenting his gold eyes. relationships ; Brother to Brambleshade sexuality ; Straight
πππ’ππππ can Tigerfern be his brother? π Eveningcloud | 52 Moons old | Warrior | β‘ Bun β‘
A somewhat small and fluffy pure what she cat with soft and faint grey tabby markings with pale blue eyes. relationships ; if relevant sexuality ; Straight
A small, short-haired gingerish grey tom with vivid green eyes. relationships ; sister is Asterpetal sexuality ; Straight
little blu β₯ can littleleaf be Asterpetal's brother?
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Post by smellytoeshehe on Nov 22, 2020 5:55:09 GMT -5
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 22, 2020 14:22:59 GMT -5
(I'm here, just waiting for the reply to Sleet before we can continue the kitting )
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 23, 2020 0:54:48 GMT -5
[ those forms look good β‘ Bun β‘ ! I'll get them added soon. sorry for the inactivity guys, I've been working doubles all weekend but i can have some replies up for everyone tonight ! ^^ did we think we wanted to kick off this plot with the coyotes soon y'all? ]
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Post by β‘ Bun β‘ on Nov 23, 2020 1:32:51 GMT -5
{ Thank you and no worries! I may have just joined but I'm totally down for this coyote plot. }
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 23, 2020 1:36:16 GMT -5
[ sounds good! ^^ i have hailpaw and rainfeather open if you were interested. there's an open starter for Hailpaw somewhere wayyy back. ]
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Post by β‘ Bun β‘ on Nov 23, 2020 1:49:58 GMT -5
{ I'm interested in rping Rainfeather and Eveningcloud if you are.
Edit - Although I am a little curious have the kits in Whistlestorm's litter already been claimed? }
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Post by πππ₯ on Nov 23, 2020 1:54:25 GMT -5
Warrior's Den - A soft purr escaped Ravenshade's muzzle as her denmate recalled her dream. Now that Frostsplash mentioned it, it had been a while since she'd seen a salmon on the fresh kill pile, and the thought of it was nearly enough to make the she-cat drool. "That does sound good..." Ravenshade mused, green eyes going a little distant as she indulged her daydream of the prey.
"I'd be happy to accompany you," She replied, slipping into a low stretch to fully wake up the rest of her muscles. "Hopefully we can find one. They're almost out of season, but Starclan, you've given me a craving!" She laughed softly, flicking her tail across Frostsplash's shoulders. "Lead the way."
Fogclan Camp - Moosepelt shot Cinderburr a warm smile, noting the prideful look on her face. She was a younger warrior, but she was shaping up fine and Moosepelt was glad to have cats like her in Fogclan. It would be a harsh Leafbare season this year, he could feel it in his bones, but he figured his clan would make it through just fine with their current force of warriors. Moosepelt was ever the optimist, no matter how many times he had been proven wrong before.:
"You hear that, Cloudpaw?" The tom purred to his apprentice. "Best hunter here." He echoed, a glint in his eyes. He definitely appreciated Cinderburr's enthusiasm for showing Cloupdaw some new techniques. It was a good idea to involve some different warrior's in apprentice training, Moosepelt thought. While the tom wasn't a bad hunter, it definitely wasn't his forte. "Are we ready?" He asked the little patrol, getting to his paws and shaking out his thick coat.
As the tom stood, he gave a final glance around the camp. It was then that Softpoppy caught his eye, and his expression softened as he took in the familiar sight of his old friend. A small purr built in the back of his throat, and he raised his long-furred tail to her in greeting across the camp. As she sat to groom outside of the Warrior's den, a small frown situated itself onto the tom's muzzle. Has she not seen him? Moosepelt wondered if he should have woken her this morning when he'd left the den, but she'd seemed so... peaceful.
[ working on replies for Shrike and Hickory now! and that sounds good to me, β‘ Bun β‘ , want to post a starter or shall I? ]
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Post by smellytoeshehe on Nov 23, 2020 3:28:04 GMT -5
Frostsplash | Camp | Ravenshade (πππ₯ )Frostsplash let a low purr rumble in her throat before she headed out of the warriorβs den, seeming to bounce lightly on her paws with her tail high in the air; it was clear she was very excited about hunting, especially fishing. She looked around the camp for any free warriors who seemed up to the challenge of gracing the fresh-kill pile with more prey and hopefully a salmon as well. βYou have anyone in mind?β Frostsplash turned to the she-cat, hoping Ravenshade would be able to provide some suggestions.
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Post by little blu β₯ on Nov 23, 2020 14:36:09 GMT -5
( i am here! sorry for the off and on activity, i've just been... struggling, but i'll try and be more active. c: )
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Post by β‘ Bun β‘ on Nov 23, 2020 16:06:24 GMT -5
{ Hello everyone! I hope everyone is doing well ^^ Does anyone have any open characters? little blu β₯ I'm sorry to hear that you've been struggling, I hope things get better for you! Keep your head up ^^ }
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Post by smellytoeshehe on Nov 23, 2020 20:07:26 GMT -5
((I have Marsheye and Cedartail open if youβre okay with that or would you prefer someone else?))
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