Asexual
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 4, 2021 23:19:27 GMT -5
Blazeflower smiled at the tom. "I slept fine enough," she answered him. "How about you?" She noticed the tom's struggling with the burrs. "Everything okay there?" She tried her best to hide her amusement, her ear flicking as she felt a bit guilty. She knew she could face the same situation that he has right now it seems, with herself having long fur. "Would you like some help Fernfrost?" She stared at the tom cautiously not wanting to overstep her bounds. "It is okay if you think you get handle it yourself though." She sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws, as she observed her clanmate.
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Feb 4, 2021 23:28:25 GMT -5
[ awww yeah berrypaw is good bean. she just isn't very sure of her. self-confidence? berrypaw doesn't know her.
ooo maybe tall & falcon? if they mash together well. ] I'd be fine with that, if Ember is!
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#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 4, 2021 23:34:01 GMT -5
yea thats fine)
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Feb 5, 2021 0:51:36 GMT -5
( OH, WAIT! I'M SO, SO SORRY! I don't know why I thought Falconpaw belonged to you, Ember, and not to you, Frost!
I'm so sorry for the mix up! I apologize for the confusion, and I hope you can forgive me! )
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Post by little blu ♥ on Feb 5, 2021 2:39:56 GMT -5
Mufasa - kittypet Larksong - warrior, friends with Tallpine Houndpaw - apprentice, sister is Frecklepaw Frecklepaw - apprentice, brother is Houndpaw Mufasa 36 moons old. tom. bisexual. faceclaim.
Tall, athletic feline with a thick coat which includes a mane and feathery tail. He is of maine coon decent, so he's rather large in size. His fur is a soft ginger color that borders on rust. A few short deep russet tabby lines linger around his eyes and across his forehead. Some matching stripes, though much fainter in opacity, run across his chest, flanks, and shoulders. Mufasa has a white muzzle that leads down to a bright white chest, both of which match all four of his snowy paws. His eyes are a bright, vibrant amber.
There is nothing small about Mufasa. Not his build, not his ego, and certainly not his heart. While he isn't cruel in his arrogance, the tom carries himself with the swagger of a tom with paws the size of small child's. A confident tom with a big-mouth, not always a great combination. Though Mufasa is mostly all talk, his fighting skills are nothing to scoff at. He was raised on the streets before being taken in by his housefolk and knows all the dirty tricks. Mufasa is someone who laughs often and can find the humor in most any situation. He's outgoing in a charming sort of way, or at least he thinks so. The tom is the type to know everyone and have friends in odd places. His heart is probably his weakest or strongest point, depending on the situation. He has a softness for those weaker than he is, the underdog so to speak. Mufasa is big on sticking up for justice and taking care of others. He would risk anything for those he loves and is loyal to the absolute core.
little blu ♥ Larksong 45 moons old. molly. heterosexual. faceclaim.
An elegant, thin furred feline with tall ears and long whiskers. Her fur is a deep silver, growing naturally lighter at the ends of each individual hair, giving her an almost metallic sheen. She has thin black tabby stripes across her coat, which become much more dense around her legs and tail. Her rosy pink nose forces her sea green eyes to stand out quite a bit. Larksong has a long scar across her right shoulder from a fight as an apprentice with a rowdy hunting dog.
Honesty is the best policy and if anyone will give it to you straight, it's this warrior. She has a strong will that is backed by even stronger morals and is unafraid to stand for what she believes is right. Her preference for truth can make her seem a bit blunt, or even rude, given different circumstances but this isn't normally her intention. Larksong is fairly quiet, she would not go out of her way to socialize with strangers or mere acquaintances. She would much rather spend time off by herself, daydreaming or lost in thoughts. The molly has a rough time focusing at certain times which can lead her to face troubles with daily tasks and with relationships. Her memory isn't the greatest either - something she loathes and is ashamed of. Larksong's insecurity with her own head makes her a bit reliant on those she's close to, afraid to try and make new friends.
little blu ♥ Houndpaw 7 moons old. tom. questioning. faceclaim.
Lean bodied feline with lithe muscle and broad shoulders that he's still growing into. His coat is a dark, smoky brown, a shade just this side of black. White stomach, chest, muzzle, and legs - though there are small spots of brown on his forelegs. He has a thick furred tail, the end of which is dipped in white. Round honey eyes settle into a small face with the palest of peach colored noses.
Though his agile build should lend itself to great balance, Houndpaw just wasn't born the ability to not trip over himself. He is honestly a huge klutz, who really struggles to walk across flat surfaces. This of course makes him feel out of place among his clan, who are excellent at climbing. Despite being unsteady on his paws, the tom is fairly sweet and has a goofy, childish disposition. He's playful and unafraid to make self-deprecating jokes about himself. Houndpaw is always ready to have fun and lend a hand, even though he'll probably cause more trouble than actual help. The feline is a kind soul at the end of the day, but he may not see himself in the best light.
little blu ♥ Frecklepaw 7 moons old. molly. demisexual. faceclaim.
A tiny molly with a lot of gumption. Her coat is mostly a creamy white, almost ivory in shade. It's covered with deep, dark brown splotches and lightened with speckles of honeyed ginger. Her fur is soft and short, easily managed. One of her ears is nicked from a wrestling accident as a kitten. She has bright, round blue eyes and slender, dainty paws.
Frecklepaw is full of endless energy, always on the move, and ready to go. She's excitable and bubbly, unafraid to babble on to anyone who she manages to bump into. The molly can be a bit air-headed and very forgetful, which often gets her mixed up or in tough situations. She tries hard to please others around her and is sensitive to criticism. Frecklepaw is a dreamer who often has her head in the clouds and will often become disappointed when forced to return to reality. She is fiercely protective over her loved ones. The molly can't stand injustice or bullying, nothing gets on her nerves faster.
little blu ♥
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Feb 5, 2021 6:07:58 GMT -5
( OH, WAIT! I'M SO, SO SORRY! I don't know why I thought Falconpaw belonged to you, Ember, and not to you, Frost!
I'm so sorry for the mix up! I apologize for the confusion, and I hope you can forgive me! ) (I honestly thought you were asking if it was okay that your Warrior mentored Falcon and not Embers. 😂🤍)
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Post by aether on Feb 5, 2021 6:48:20 GMT -5
Windpaw. 6 moons. Tom. Heterosexual. faceclaim
Windpaw is a somewhat scrawny looking tom with disproportionately long legs, big ears, and long, thin tail. He is a mixed breed, with his mother being a kittypet before joining the clans. He has the features of an abyssinian cat but his coat has a rough texture and isn't a rich golden brown - it is paler and washed out. To describe him simply his coat has two layers: an under black layer and a top washed-out brown colour, with a white chin and black tail tip to finish it off. His eyes are a pale green.
Windpaw is rather a goofy tom who has a tendency to forgot things and often has to worm his way out of trouble. However, his goofy charm means he is often getting away for doing the wrong things so long as it isn't anything too serious. He is very fast on his feet and this seems to reflect in his rash personality, also. Finally Windpaw is a very empathetic tom - one could find themselves confiding in him very easily.
Apprentice / Son of Softbreeze
aether Softbreeze 53 moons. Molly. Bisexual. faceclaim
Softbreeze is the definition of an abyssinian cat; she was born in twoleg-place, but escaped when she found the life of the clan to be far more exciting than her own. She is a long-legged slim she-cat with over-sized ears atop her slim head. She has brown and black flecked fur, giving her a hare-like appearance. She has deep yellow eyes. As the name might suggest, Softbreeze is a gentle she-cat. It would be hard to believe she could possess the ability to raise her voice above it usual soft-spoken tone. She has had many kittens in the past from her twolegs (all of them were taken away from her) so she is an expert queen and a dutiful mother. She is more than happy to sit back and watch the world go by, thinking of herself to be uninteresting, but at her core Softbreeze is a loyal, kind-hearted cat who is just self-conscious of herself.
Warrior / Mother to Windpaw / Ex-kittypet / Open to romance~
aether hope its okay for me to add 2 more characters! ^^; also i'm happy for any of my cats to be mentors! sootwhisker would be the most dutiful, proud, and hardworking mentor, softbreeze will be kind but she is fresh out of being a queen at this point, and flurrywing would be a fine mentor as she is responsible when necessary lol
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Post by aether on Feb 5, 2021 7:08:12 GMT -5
Flurrywing ;; Creek ;; Rainstar ;; Blaze ♡ ;;
Flurrywing stifled an amused mrrw at Rainstar's comments and she placed her paw delicately back to the twig-strewn earth. The she-cat tipped her head in consideration, her yellow eyes narrowing in thought. Loud Camp is usually bustling around this time; it provides easy scavenging. However, the weather is nice today perhaps there could be a hare or two to chase at the tulip trail? In the end Flurrywing sighed. "I'm afraid the patrols are right, there is simply no prey to eat. Here, I'll eat your tail and you can eat mine!" She pounced forward and purposefully landed a whisker-length from her leader, before she danced backwards and shook her head; her laugh was covered by the sound of the molly clearing her throat.
"Or less drastically we can go to the tulip trail and see what we can find. I've been practicing fishing too, but I've not been too successful." She spoke the last part as an afterthought and gave a small shrug. "It won't be long until new prey is running now, with the weather clearing up and all." The molly knew how annoyed Rainstar could get when she didn't hear the words she wanted to hear and it was often lately that the news was bland and repetitive.
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Asexual
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 5, 2021 9:08:00 GMT -5
( OH, WAIT! I'M SO, SO SORRY! I don't know why I thought Falconpaw belonged to you, Ember, and not to you, Frost!
I'm so sorry for the mix up! I apologize for the confusion, and I hope you can forgive me! ) Same I am with Frost. I was thinking you were asking if it was fine your warrior was mentioning falconpaw.)
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Feb 5, 2021 10:07:47 GMT -5
( Uh-oh. I outed myself. Sorry for the confusion, again! TvT; )
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 5, 2021 10:10:27 GMT -5
its all good no worries Owl!)
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Post by Ruby Fox on Feb 5, 2021 12:55:59 GMT -5
Dawnpounce Deputy
" I don't care if you don't want to do it Slatewind, I really don't." The dilute tortie she-cat mewed, her tone clearly struggling to stay calm as she spoke to the gray warrior. Her long tail lashing back and forth with irritation and exhaustion. So far most of her morning consisted of guarding the entrance to the camp, and setting up the hunting party for the morning. Only to see that Slatewind decided to say he didn't want to set up a hunting party
" I told you to gather a few cats for a hunting patrol, the weather has been getting better and more prey will be out. We should be taking advantage of this". The clan's fresh kill pile has been better now they were out of the deep Leaf-bare cold. after having enough of the warrior's arguing, she had enough. "Either you gather a hunting party, or you can spend the next moon in the apprentices den and helping with their duties." She snapped, turning to walk away from him. Stopping by the fresh kill pile to take a small mouse and found a small quite spot to settle down and eat.
Slatewind Warrior
Slatewind let out a defeated sigh, and watched as the deputy stormed off. He slowly rose to his paws and looked around the camp. His yellow gaze rested on Fernfrost and Blazeflower who were chatting outside of the Warrior's den. The gray tom padded over towards them happily, almost like he had never lectured by Dawnpounce. " Good morning." He greeted, dipping his head as he spoke. " I was wondering if the two of you would like to join a hunting patrol with me?" He asked, his tail tip flicking back an forth contently.
Three cats should be fine for a hunting patrol, and that would hopefully please Dawnpounce enough to not make him do the apprentices tasks.
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Asexual
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 5, 2021 13:34:48 GMT -5
Blazeflower glanced to the source of the new voice seeing Slatewind. "Good moring," she greeted dipping her head to the tom. She rose back to her paws, flicking her tail behind her. "Sure I'll join you!" It was nice weather out which meant plenty of prey would be out and about. "Where are you thinking of heading to for hunting?" The calico she cat was curious to see how wll planned out this hunting patrol was. She had her skepticism with the this tom in particular running it, knowing his history of being on the receiving end of Dawnpounce's lecturing quite often.
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 5, 2021 20:34:14 GMT -5
[ gonna try to reply later tonight or tomorrow! been really busy with work lately so i haven't had much down time ^^; which, ive still got elkleaf open if anybody is interested ]
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
Vote for Stoatstar or Windstar 2024 for Myrtleclan leader
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 5, 2021 21:31:04 GMT -5
i will have fishwhisper and fidgetshadow available in camp and outside of camp i have nettle and snail available Feathertalon)
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Feb 5, 2021 22:10:56 GMT -5
[ hey guys. let catch up on adding stuff c: and yea; as long as you guys rp your characters at least once every other week, I really don't mind how many you have. I just have four because I know how I am. I am lazy c;
hi blu! long time no see <3 \
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Feb 5, 2021 22:28:33 GMT -5
[ actually, i am getting distracted. i'll be back on tonight while I watch stargate or tomorrow after my niece's birthday. but feel free to rp with your characters even if I haven't added them yet <3
also app/mentors so far? mystic & berry tall & falcon ]
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
Vote for Stoatstar or Windstar 2024 for Myrtleclan leader
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 5, 2021 22:51:19 GMT -5
Fidgetshadow-fresh kill pile-open for interaction Fidgetshadow stared at the fresh kill pile, he had been there for who know show long. The tom was failing to recall his mate's favorite, and the guilt was getting to him. The tom was already starting to fidget on his white paws. What if i grab her something she hates? What if she hates me as a result? What if I end up causing her to leave over it? The sandy tom pulled his ears back, his fidgeting getting worse the more he allowed for his worries to fester.
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Post by aether on Feb 6, 2021 5:47:32 GMT -5
Sootwhisker🌋 - Near Tulip Trail ;; 🌋 - Mouse ;; 🌋 - ᴏᴡʟ ;; Sootwhisker padded diligently into camp, his jaws full of luscious green moss. He held his chin up high to avoid having any of the moss drag along the dusty earth as he trotted towards the warriors den. Whilst collecting moss was an apprentice duty Sootwhisker tried to do it often - he figured when he was apprentice the last thing he wanted to do was collect moss because he wanted to be exploring in the forest. So, as a warrior, he took the time to do it to give the apprentices more time to train.
He placed the moss down by the entrance to the den and began to claw up the old brown moss pads that his clan mates used for their bedding; it had become dried and uncomfortable. He kicked the old moss out of the den and began delicately placing the new green moss down in its place.
He finished his task swiftly and let out a puff of air before he turned tail and collected all the old moss into a ball. He would dispose of it by the creek as he grabbed some more moss, the young tom decided. He scooped it into his jaws - although some loose bits fluttered back to the ground - and he trotted out of the camp once more. The creek nearest the camp was often a hot-spot for collecting moss and so its resources were running low, which is why Sootwhisker opted to go to the part of the creek that ran down the valley towards Tulip Trail. Most others were not bothered to come all this way for moss so it's supply was always plentiful. Reaching the creek, Sootwhisker spat out the mouthful of dried moss and took a quick lap of water to sooth his parched throat. As he took a moment to rest he noticed a peculiar scent on the breeze. A rogue? Or a kittypet?
He twisted his head and his ears swiveled like a hares as he tried to pinpoint the direction the scent was coming from. The meadow! Sootwhisker hesitated... Should I go back and tell Rainstar we've got rogues in our territory? I can only smell one cat... maybe they are injured? His front paw lifted and lingered in the air as he thought indecisively about what he should do. Finally, his paw moved forward, and he began tracking the scent.
Softbreeze🌥 - Camp ;; 🌥 - Open to replies ;; 🌥 - @ ;; Softbreeze clamped her jaws around the base of a stick and dragged it towards the entrance to the nursery den. She former queen had only been out of the nursery for a few sunrises now since her Windpaw had moved on to being an apprentice, so she was back to her warrior duties. The ex-kittypet noticed as she left the nursery that the shrubs that protected the entrance to the nursery had thinned, making the opening more noticeable. As she was not required to be on a patrol at that time she decided to fix this herself.
At the end of the branch she dragged were lush green leaves that would offer much protection. She weaved the greenery into the shrubs slowly, ensuring the craftsmanship was decent so it would last, until at last she sat back on her haunches and let out a breathless sigh. Now Frostrose's kits, when they are born, will be safe, Softbreeze smiled to herself.
Windpaw🌫 - Apprentice Den ;; 🌫 - Falconpaw ;; 🌫 - ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ ;;
Windpaw barreled across the camp with one target in sight: a moss ball. The tom had only been an apprentice for a few sunrises now so his coat was still nursery-soft and his boredom quenched by the simplicity of a moss ball. After having tending to the elders nests, Windpaw rolled up the old bedding and tossed it about the camp without much care for those around him. His small paws scampered across the dusty camp floor as he flung the ball up into the air. He bent into a flawed hunters crouch - his hind was stuck too far into the air - and he pounced on the ball.
At one point he flung the ball too far and at the same time it rolled past the apprentice den Falconpaw appeared, making Windpaw skid to a halt before he knocked into the older tom. "Sorry Falconpaw!" Windpaw squeaked breathlessly, then he grinned wide, "Want to play with me? Oh actually-" Windpaw scrambled to straighten up and he stepped closer to his denmate to speak in a hushed whisper. "I heard Softbreeze talk about some place called Loud Camp yesterday and I want to check it out, you want to come with me?" His pale green eyes sparkled with the thought of adventure.
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 6, 2021 11:38:53 GMT -5
Butterpaw » Butterpaw would have never known about the leaf stuck on her head if not for Berrypaw. Not that she mattered if there was a leaf on her head or not, she was a medicine cat in training after all, she was bound to get many leaves stuck on her head and in her fur in general. Maybe that was part of her training, to get leaves stuck on her head. It would make sense that a full fledged medicine cat would have seasons of experience with leaves getting stuck in their fur. She would have to ask Nightflower about that at some point, her mentor would know all the answers about that.
A mrrrow of amusement slipped from the ginger tabby's maw. Her whiskers twitched, Berrypaw removing the leaf from her head sending a tickling shiver down her spine. "That tickled!" She laughed, shaking her head once Berrypaw had freed the leaf from its furry prison. "Thanks for getting it, I'm sure it wanted to go back to its family." Butterpaw could have worn the leaf tangled in her fur for the rest of the day, but she did like the fact that it could now be back in its spot with the rest of the raspberry.
Her attention pulled away from the leaf when Berrypaw asked what she was doing today. Butterpaw froze in her tracks, looking at her friend with wide copper eyes. "Uhh..." She trailed off, head tilting to the side in thought. "Hm," she hummed. "I'unno. Nightflower might have something for me today, I haven't asked yet though, but," she started, giving a little bounce on her paws, "if she doesn't, maybe I can go on a warrior patrol with you!" The life of a warrior had always intrigued Butterpaw, but she had never felt like that was her path in life. Herbs and medicine had drawn her in, while warriorhood was but a simple fantasy that she enjoyed, but didn't long for.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Feb 6, 2021 13:03:39 GMT -5
[ character save! going to be working on them throughout the day c: prefixes:
doe(freckle) (senior warrior)
whitewillow (young-ish warrior) orchid(paw) (apprentice) swan(paw) (apprentice) spoon (kittypet turned rogue who is very bad at being wild) ]
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Post by little blu ♥ on Feb 6, 2021 14:46:52 GMT -5
( Hey Blaze! <3 It certainly has been a while! How have you been? c: )
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Post by aether on Feb 6, 2021 22:53:41 GMT -5
[ Hi all! ^-^ ]
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 6, 2021 23:17:36 GMT -5
hello)
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Post by aether on Feb 6, 2021 23:32:10 GMT -5
[ Yo! If you wanted to RP I have Softbreeze open, she's just chillin' C: ]
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
Vote for Stoatstar or Windstar 2024 for Myrtleclan leader
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 7, 2021 0:11:56 GMT -5
sure) Fidgetshadow spotted Softbreeze. He knew she had recently left the nursery so maybe she had a clue from the time she spent with Frostrose. He headed over to the she cat. "M-morning..Softbreeze," he managed to get out. He hadn't had many interactions with her and he felt a bit of guilt for it. He fidgeted a bit on his paws. He glanced noticing the mew branch that was weaved into the entrance to the nursery. "It looks nice," he offered. "Would....you have liked some help with it...sorry sorry." He retracted the statement quickly.
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Post by aether on Feb 7, 2021 0:49:35 GMT -5
Softbreeze🌥 - Camp ;; 🌥 - Fidgetshadow ;; 🌥 - Ember34 ;; Softbreeze glanced up as Fidgetshadow's familiar sandy form approached, she dipped her head respectfully towards the notoriously nervous tom. "Good morning, Fidgetshadow," she meowed, her voice delicate and soft; reflective of her name. She offered a small smile and waved her tail as he apologized. "It's okay, don't worry." She tilted her head and stared at the tom with her bright yellow eyes, "I'm sure you've got more on your mind - here, aren't you excited? I just visited Frostrose and she seems almost ready to have her kits now." Softbreeze didn't mention how snappish the pregnant queen had become. In all her experience, coming to the end of pregnancy made a queen restless.
During her time as a kittypet Softbreeze had many litters, all of her kits had been taken away by her twolegs. For this reason she decided she wanted to leave. Windpaw was the only kit who'd survived from her last litter so she was particularly protective of him, and she was particularly interested in helping Frostrose. However, she didn't want to become overbearing.
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Feb 7, 2021 1:06:57 GMT -5
Fidgetshadow gave a small nod. "Yea," he answered her question. Despite his nerves over the matter he was excited to be having a family with Frostrose, the thought was enough to calm the sandy tom enough to settle on his paws. But the next part of her statement reinstated his panic. "Sh-she is? Should I get the medicine cat?" He glanced to the entrance of the nursery, before his gaze shifted back to Softbreeze.
He took a few breaths and calmed down, the medicine cat wasn't needed as she wasn't actually at that point, Softbreeze just said she was almost there. The tom sat down curling his tail around his paws. "Um..could I ask you a few questions regarding it all? Like what all happens and is there anything I can do to really help her through it?"
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Post by aether on Feb 7, 2021 1:40:54 GMT -5
Softbreeze🌥 - Camp ;; 🌥 - Fidgetshadow ;; 🌥 - Ember34 ;; Softbreeze stiffened as she could see Fidgetshadow begin to panic in regards to getting a medicine cat, she waved her tail in awkward attempting to soothe flicks. "Oh, no, not yet," she murmured, tilting her head in embarrassment. Thankfully, the tom seemed to gather this himself, and as he settled down she too felt her muscles relax. Her thin tail curled back around to cover her toe tips and her large ears perked as Fidgetshadow sheepishly began speaking.
She straightened up and nodded her head, "I'd be happy to help, it can be a strange time and often you poor toms are left out of the loop," she gave a soft mrrow of amusement.
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Feb 7, 2021 14:39:17 GMT -5
M O U S ENear the Tulip Trail, with Sootwhisker ( aether ) ____________________ There was nothing to warn her of the tom's presence. The wind was against her face, carrying her faint, wild smell through the meadow grass, and he made no sound that couldn't be mistaken for any other animal in the woods. It was after some time, however, that the fur on her spine began to lift, and an uneasy feeling caused her heart to race.
Pausing her trek, Mouse turned to peer into woods beyond her. She saw a fern shivering in the breeze, and the golden spots of sunlight that streamed through the canopy. It was nothing that she hasn't seen a million times before, but today, it was different somehow... and then she saw him.
His dark pelt stood out like nothing else. She couldn't catch his scent from where she stood, but she didn't need to. Her spine arched as she narrowed her eyes and hissed.
"You—if you're here to give me trouble, know that I'm already leaving."
She knew that their interaction might not end so swiftly, however. She had interacted with many different types of cats in her lifetime, and not all of them were so easily convinced. The scar on her shoulder was testament to that, though a weak testament it was—a simple spat over prey had lead to it, and now she would always remember how important a simple mouse could be to some. Of course, the irony did not escape her.
Now, she just had to figure out what type of cat she was dealing with.
LarchClan, no doubt.
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