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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 18, 2021 16:17:21 GMT -5
[ lol okay. I am gonna be busy for a bit, 'cause I got to study for this test next Tues, but I'll try and get a form up later today ] [ I started a CNA program and the first test is 6 chapters of the text book. #deadinside ] (YASSS. Welcome to the CNA world. Itโs fun and exhausting. And I LOVE people that join our world. Congratulations. I hope your test goes well! Iโve done this job for 9 years!) [ thanks (: my ultimate goal is to head to medical school, but I think CNA training is a good foundation. ] |
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Post by Copperstarโ on Jan 18, 2021 18:04:59 GMT -5
I would choose one of the exiled cats, but that's just me))
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 18, 2021 18:13:08 GMT -5
[ more friends for whitewillow c: i'll work on a reply for meteorpaw in a sec, i'm going to wait for more people to be able to post starters/work on forms before having minkstar put together patrols
edit: oh! glow - what would you think about cypressbark being elmstand's father? they're both brown and white toms and cypress's jokster disposition might contrast nicely with elmstand's more serious and reserved one ] |
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 18, 2021 18:28:50 GMT -5
 camp;
with cricketpaw;
โOh, I know dockโ, Meteorpaw chimed in response. โItโs the one with the โ uh โ long, curvy leaves right? Theyโre kind of like โโ
The tom waved his paw in a rough back and forth motion. It was not particularly descriptive, but he was trying.
โRight?โ
He leaned back on his paws, glancing over at Runningstorm who stared at the ground a gaze so stricken it rivaled what Meteorpaw imagined he may look like if he came face to face with a brown bear. He was shaking like a leaf. โI mean, maybe we donโt have to wait for a patrolโ, he murmured, still looking at Runningstorm. โYou could just ask your mentor if I could escort you to pick out leaves. Medicine cats have more freedomโฆ rightโฆโ
He broke his gaze from Runningstorm to look back towards Cricketpaw. โWhat would you give a cat who was. Like. What would you give a cat for nausea?โ
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 18, 2021 18:53:49 GMT -5
[ I'll post a form as soon as I finish my milkshake ]
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Post by โพ แดกแดสา โ on Jan 18, 2021 19:01:25 GMT -5
[ i can finally work on my forms now, hopefully, sorry it's taken so long, Briar! ^^ ]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 18, 2021 19:07:16 GMT -5
[ I'll post a form as soon as I finish my milkshake ] [ Ew. No. Peanut butter and fudge ] |
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jan 18, 2021 19:09:02 GMT -5
[ is it a bubblegum milkshake? ] [ Ew. No. Peanut butter and fudge ] |
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Post by Copperstarโ on Jan 18, 2021 19:17:01 GMT -5
Cricketshine purred as Meteorpaw tried to explain dock leaves. " Yes, it's those ones." She half purred half laughed. She nodded as he talked about not waiting for a patrol." Yeah, I would ask my mentor, but I don't know where she is." She murmured. She tilted her head in confusion as he asked about herbs for nausea." For nausea? I mean, I would probably give them poppy seeds first, and then maybe lavender. Why?" she questioned the apprentice ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ )) |
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 18, 2021 19:26:32 GMT -5
[ cotton candy, lol ]
[ ok I have posted my characters. Gonna play some Skyrim before I gotta go to bed. Class tomorrow. ]
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 18, 2021 20:40:41 GMT -5
[ peanut butter and fudge is the Best milkshake flavor !!! and no worries about taking your time to put up starters and make your characters, all. i want the rp to be very casual c: be as active as you want to or can be
also - how would you guys feel about having a chat page for the rp (either in PMs or in subpages)? i thought it may make recent rp posts easier to find on the main page, but i also understand wanting to keep all clan related chatter consolidated ]
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 19, 2021 11:45:10 GMT -5
camp;
with cricketpaw;
To a casual observer, Meteorpaw might seem ditsy. He's still smiling at Cricketpaw. Even when he yawns, his smile does not break. It stays in his eyes, in this goofy almost absent-minded way. Meteorpaw isn't stupid. But he has that look.
"Oh, ya know", he responds nonchalantly. "Just curious."
He didn't want to out Runningstorm; the tom still stared at the ground, but if Meteorpaw strained his eyes as he focused on the toms face, he could project the tom becoming more relaxed. Was that what was actually happening?
Meteorpaw wishes he could read minds. It would make his concern for others easier to justify. He would be sure that he wasn't just projecting all over the Clan. Peonypaw once told Meteorpaw that he was smothering. Which, maybe he is! But it's Peonypaw's fault for looking so miserable all the time; he's basically taunting Meteorpaw into trying to help. The silver tom leans back on his haunches and rubs a paw in front of his face. "You want to get out of here?"
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Post by Copperstarโ on Jan 19, 2021 12:07:27 GMT -5
Cricketpaw looked at the tom in surprise. "Don't we have to wait and see what Minkstar needed first?" She asked as she looked up at her leader up on high ledge. "well, I do have to get more herbs.." She trailed off in thought. "Let me go ask Mysticfeather!" She finally meowed. "wanna come with me?" She asked Meteorpaw as she stood up and angled her ears towards the medicine den.
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Post by Vinedew on Jan 19, 2021 16:31:58 GMT -5
Aspenkit
"Fringekit! Where did you go?" Aspenkit called out to the rocks in front of him, hoping for an answer. Why can't she just stay in the nursery like a normal kit? he thought to himself as he gently placed his paws on the slippery rocks beneath. He had caught his sister sneaking out of the camp earlier, but by the time he got to the exit, she was already gone.
And now I'm out here risking my tail just to save hers, Aspenkit wailed under his breath as his paws slipped out from under him again. He called out once more and strained his ears to listen for any sort of response. This would be so much easier if I was better at following a scent trail, but right now all I can do is listen for her voice. He huffed as he picked himself up and continued picking his way down the rocky path.
Mudwhisker
Mudwhisker perked her ears as she heard Minkstar call for all cats to gather under the high ledge. She picked herself up and walked towards the growing number of cats sitting beneath the rock. Minkstar must be about to assign patrols, she thought to herself. She dreaded the thought of another hunting patrol, but if that's what she was assigned she'd find a way to grin and bear it. She took a seat towards the front of the group, eager to hear what Minkstar had planned for the day.
Newtpatch
"You really think we need to be hunting right now?" Newtpatch asked Irisnose. She scanned the surrounding area looking for signs of prey. "I mean there is definitely something rustling around over that way," she flicked her tail towards a small patch of bushes a few tail lengths away, "but I thought we were just doing a border patrol." Newtpatch stared questioningly at the patrol leader in front of her. It's too early for hunting, she thought lazily.I just want to finish up here and go back to sleep for a bit. I don't see any reason to keep stopping.
She took a few steps forward, "You must be hungry because it's so early. Come on, marking the border won't take long! We can finish up quickly, and once we get back to camp you can have that huge shrew I caught yesterday! But we have to hurry before everyone starts waking up and someone steals it from you." Newtpatch purred in amusement. She knew something else must be bothering Irisnose, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it.
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Post by โโะพฯ on Jan 19, 2021 17:30:58 GMT -5
I stole your formatting, ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ , hopefully that's okay c: camp
The uneasiness around camp was not lost on Ambersap. She could taste the tension in the air, but she supposed it got to some cats more than others. There was nothing to be done about it now. Darkfeather had lost, and his allies banished. Minkstar had solidified her power. And now, though Ambersap might have chosen the other side if she had known, there was nothing to be done about it. The clan still needed to be fed, and the border with Ridgeclan seemed more precarious than ever.
She sat with her tail folded neatly over her front paws as she awaited Minkstar's announcement. The camp was strangely quiet, with a few cats murmuring among themselves. She missed how loud it had been before the betrayal, when cats could speak openly without worrying about their words being misconstrued. Everyone was walking on eggshells. She was determined to clear the air, but she would wait until after the tasks for the day were assigned.
She walked over to the fresh-kill pile and selected a plump-looking vole then she returned to a spot beside Runningstorm. "Want to share?" she asked as she placed the vole on the cold cavern floor. The tom looked uneasy, she could see it in his posture. Perhaps some food would put his mind at ease. Besides, the vole was too much for Ambersap to eat on her own. She took the first bite and then slid it closer to him with her paw. "C'mon, don't want to go on patrol while hungry. Full tummies make for better company."
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 19, 2021 18:09:10 GMT -5
( well I hit a bucket going 80 on the highway cause some jerk didnโt tie down the stuff in his pickup but Iโm not dead so thatโs good I guess )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 19, 2021 18:40:15 GMT -5
( yeah Iโm fine. And no thereโs a big crack in my bumper lol )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 19, 2021 19:03:24 GMT -5
[ yea it def could have been a lot worse. idiot could have killed someone with that crap ]
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 19, 2021 19:29:03 GMT -5
R U N N I N G S T O R M
in camp, accompanied by Ambersap (โโะพฯ )
โHuhโ?โ
StarClan! It was only Ambersap. She had nearly scared the daylights out of him! Had she always been so quiet, or was he just distracted?
Probably the latter, he thought. These thingsโthese moments of surprise and confusionโwere usually his fault, anyways. He was always too distracted, too reserved, too awkward, tooโโฆ himself, and already, he could feel the embarrassment of it all beginning to set in. You could see it on his faceโin the pinkness of his ears, and the avoidance of his eyes.
Really, of all the things to be startled byโyour friendly clanmate and a vole!
Swallowing hard, although there was nothing in his mouth to really swallow, he forced out a chuckle that was far more awkward than it was humorous. To be completely honestโwhich he rarely wasโthe idea of eating anything wasโฆ unappealing, at the moment, but since Ambersap had already taken the first bite and passed the rodent to him, Runningstorm couldnโt quite bring himself to decline it. Still, that didnโt stop his face from twitching slightly.
Lately, the idea of a proper meal seemed odd to himโeverything seemed odd to him. The ground didnโt feel as warm as it used to, his nest had grown foreign, and a plump vole looked as out of place as a splash of color in the snow, and sometimesโno, a lot of times, it seemed as if he were the only one who felt this way. Really, here was Ambersap even, talking about patrols, during a meeting held by their leaderโtheir leader, who hadโโฆ!
Stop it. Stop thinking about it.
โYes,โ he finally managed to say. โYes, youโreโฆ youโre right. Thank you.โ
Lowering himself to the ground, his gaze flicked self-consciously between her and the vole. He took a bite of it, if only to appease the ginger warrior, and did his best to feign enjoymentโpoorly. He looked more awkward and pained than anything, but it got him through the process of chewing and swallowing it, and he was more than eager to push it back towards her afterwards.
โD-... Delicious.โ
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 19, 2021 20:28:06 GMT -5
[ I'll try and get responses up to everyone tonight but it may happen tomorrow morning <3 ]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 20, 2021 0:34:42 GMT -5
GHOSTPAW
Like most mornings, Ghostpaw was up well before the sun. True to his namesake, the stark white tom had slipped out of the apprentices' den into the early morning air, strange eyes glittering in the dying moon's light. Most days, he took the time to prowl around the camp, ensuring that all entrances were protected and secured (regardless of the fact that there was always at least one warrior serving night-guard duty). Once he was satisfied, he'd return to the apprentices' den to await the start of the day in full.
Today, though, was different. The atmosphere in the camp was different; tension hovered in the air, taught as could be. It was as if the clan was standing upon the precipice of a great cliff, one errant whisper from tumbling into the void and fracturing apart. The tension was, of course, due to Darkfeather's failed rebellion. While Ghostpaw had secretly agreed with the late deputy, he had not directly involved himself in the chaos. He'd stood at the edges, always watching, ever vigilant. He was always true to his name - lingering on the edge of the clan, part of them, and yet not. It was like he didn't fit right, like his shape was too amorphous and fluid to be forced into some other form, some other role. He loved his clan, and he was as dedicated as he could be to his clan, but there were many days that he still felt as though some part of him was an outsider.
Today, Ghostpaw made his secret rounds, multicolored eyes searching for danger in the shadows. There was none, save for the memories and fear that clung to the can like spider silk. Delicate and wisp-like, but too strong to be torn away easily. To be shaken off like the nightmare many wished it was.
The sun steadily rose over the horizon, and when dawn finally crested, casting a soft, warm glow on the camp, Ghostpaw found himself back where he started: by the apprentices' den. He was contemplating whether or not to return to slumber before his mentor called him for the day's activities, or whether he should stay awake, when Minkstar's voice cut through the white cat's thoughts. Reflexively, he flicked an ear and turned towards the direction of Minkstar's voice. There she stood, perched upon a great stone, peering down ate the cats of her clan. Ghostpaw imagined he could see a dark look in Minkstar's gaze, as if she was daring the clan to try what Darkfeather failed at.
Silent as ever, the small white tom stood, and prowled towards the High Rock. Time would see what the day would bring... and whether the clan's fraying, fractured bonds could ever been fully repaired.
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 20, 2021 0:35:42 GMT -5
[ I'll do a post for Graystorm and Stormfang later. I've gotta get ready for bed, lol ]
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Post by โฅ๐๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฑโ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ขโฅ on Jan 20, 2021 12:12:43 GMT -5
(Will be on Today, Tomorrow and Friday. Will try to get more characters and responses up today.)
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 20, 2021 14:31:21 GMT -5
camp;
with cricketpaw;
โHappy to!โ Meteorpaw whisper-called after Cricketpaw, slipping in between his clanmates as they began to cluster under the High Ledge.
The young tom usually had very little interaction with Mysticfeather. The elegant medicine cat was usually busy with healing cats, communing with StarClan, being a spooky ethereal beingโฆ you knowโฆ medicine cat stuff. Meteorpaw had a thing for medicine cats; not insofar that he wanted to be one, but he fundamentally could not understand them. They seemed transcendent, somehow. Like they werenโt quite of this world. Even Cricketpaw seemed special, you know? Holy. Maybe Meteorpaw is just headier than the average cat in the Clan, and heโs imagining things.
He likes to be around the medicine cats, though. What if holiness was contagious and rubbed off on him? Would he start having dreams โ could he see his parents in them? Maybe Darkfeather?
โMysticfeather wonโt mind me coming along, will sheโ, the silver tom asked after catching up to Cricketpaw. He walked by her side, slowing his pace so that he would not outpace her. One of the detriments of being so tall โ Meteorpaw is massive in stature, a boulder of a cat โ is that a normal walking pace for you is a running pace for smaller cats. โI donโt want to, you know, intrude or anything.โ
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Notes: I have posts written up for Fringekit and Irisnose; working on assigning apprentices mentors right now :)
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