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Post by little blu β₯ on May 7, 2021 14:13:05 GMT -5
( Darn, sorry about this morning, I had some chores to do!
I'll start working on my reply now ~ )
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 7, 2021 15:17:17 GMT -5
nautilusstar
coastalclan ; tom ; leader ; 49 moons
Genuine confusion crossed his face at the mention of his nine-lives, along with the barest hint of regret. "How would humor have helped me be a better leader?" he questioned, not sarcastically but genuinely curious. Nautilusstar truly wishes that their ancestors had had the foresight to give him a gift relating to any sort of charisma. He supposes in some small ways they did - like the gift of love and understanding, but he genuinely struggled to connect with others and always had. He'd often told Daystar that he was the wrong choice for deputy but now he was the leader and instead of wallowing in his self-doubts, the tom had to push forward. He had to. Nautilusstar didn't know how to survive otherwise. "I wish I had more time to "hang out" as you put it. But with my duties and the Clan Games coming up..." the white-furred tom trailed off, worried he had said too much. He shouldn't be complaining! The tradition of the games was a delight for the clan, friendly competition and a day to be anticipated. To say Sparkseeker's compliments took him off guard would be an understatement. He could feel his skin grow flush beneath his pale coat, his head dipping with a bit of embarrassment. "Oh... erm, thank you. You're handsome too, of course. Technically speaking," the tom wanted to stuff his own tail in his mouth, his claws scraping against the rock anxiously. He was the leader of Coastalclan! Not some air-headed blowfish and yet that was the best he could come up with? There had to be some sort of training session for awkward cats to teach them how to speak to their clan-mates normally.Nautilusstar forced himself to straighten, forcing back his air of cool, collected... grumpiness? Oh well. "Of course I care, it's my duty," he replied, his gray eyes softening the semi-harshness of his words. "Well, don't push yourself past what you can handle," the tom demanded, making a hypocrite of himself. The salty breeze ruffled his pelt and he reached around to lap at his shoulder fur distractedly. He almost sighed aloud when the other tom persisted in asking about the stressor. "What constitutes as hilarious...?" the leader asked cautiously, eyeing Sparkseeker with a clear wariness. β [ Sparkseeker(Daydreamer ) ] β [ Sun Rock, in camp ] β |
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Post by Daydreamer on May 7, 2021 15:20:36 GMT -5
Nautilusstar might be my favourite cat that has ever existed, I wished to make that entirely apparent. I think he's such fun!
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 7, 2021 15:23:48 GMT -5
( oh goodness, thank you! c: i have a lot of fun playing him, he's so awkward lol. )
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Post by Daydreamer on May 7, 2021 15:33:48 GMT -5
γ Sparkseeker γ
Sparkseeker found quite a large amount of enjoyment seeing the solemn leader turned uncertain apprentice at the slightest amount of social interaction, it warmed something in his heart.
"It's an essential part of life I've learned, in the coldest of leafbare's what could be better than a good smile to warm a heart, surely?" He asks, his gaze turning skyward as he basks in the sun. "Sure, more talented cats might be able to hunt, I hear that's fairly helpful;" his astonishing lack of hunting talent was clan renowned. "But a tom's gotta be helpful where he can find it."
I reckon I could tell you to close your eyes and ask what colour my coat is and you wouldn't have a clue, his eyes sparkle at the idea but he's not so cruel as to play games with the painfully awkward tom.
"I'll try not to take the technically to heart, my confidence couldn't take such a blow."
He sighs at that suggestion, clanlife had been the gentlest he'd known in some moons. Comparatively it might as well have been a walk along the shore. "I'll do my best, thank you." The solemness to him now is a little more genuine, a softness he doesn't often display.
The massive tom's features narrow into a rare form of fierce concentration, never before seen. He thinks solemnly for what feels like hours before deciding. "Oh I don't know, if you've recently fallen into a rabbit hole that happened to resurface in a dump, I think I would be off duties for some days if I heard that had happened, I'd bruise my ribs from laughing so much," his whiskers twitch at the mental image.
"But given you smell mostly of salt and palm trees,"... not that he'd been concentrating on it... much, "Either you are great at cleaning or its something else. Come on, I won't say anything even if StarClan demand it of me themselves."
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 7, 2021 16:25:42 GMT -5
nautilusstar
coastalclan ; tom ; leader ; 49 moons
Nautilusstar seemed to consider the other tom's words thoughtfully for a moment, his head cocking to one side, the sunlight almost seeming to make his coat glow. The heat was beginning to rise with the sun, sure to be another sweltering day of Low Tide. "I feel that thick fur and huddling together might be better suited for keeping cats warm, no?" he asks slowly, part of him concerned with offending the golden ginger tabby. A small sound, that might have been a snort or just a heavy exhale escaped the white tom then. "I could help you with your hunting... or ask one of the hunters to help. But I suppose if I did it we might get more time to... hang out," the words were odd on his tongue but then, most words were. Nautilusstar didn't mind the idea of helping the massive tom, he just wondered where in the world he'd find the time to take on such a task. Oh well, what was one more stone atop his shoulders? "I-I didn't mean to offend you," he blurted quickly, then coughed awkwardly, licking at his dull chest-fur. Starclan why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut? The leader tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut. This conversation wasn't going well at all, was it? "I apologize, Sparkseeker," his apology might have been said with a stern face but rang earnest. The anxious feline forced himself to relax when the larger tom seemed to move on, becoming much more solemn than he'd seen in a while. Lacking a sense of humor really didn't help Nautilusstar much here. His glass-colored eyes widened ever so slightly and concern touched the grumpy faΓ§ade. "Laughing sounds dangerous..." he was completely serious too. Still, even the leader couldn't resist giving in to the coaxing. It was too tempting to be able to talk about the stress... and not have it get out to the clan that he was worried. Surely telling Sparkseeker wouldn't hurt. "It... It is a little silly. The Clan Games are coming up next moon and there's so much planning that still needs to happen. On top of that, the first Flower Gathering of Low Tide needs to be scheduled and planned..." Nautilusstar paused apologetically, frowning at the guard, his mind clearly beginning to race with all the tasks he still had to undertake. β [ Sparkseeker(Daydreamer ) ] β [ Sun Rock, in camp ] β |
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Post by Daydreamer on May 7, 2021 16:54:51 GMT -5
γ Sparkseeker γ
βFine,β he responds with an exaggerated huff, resting his head on his paws in a show of defeat. βHumour is useless and the stars should chase it out of every single cat,β his whiskers twitch with very barely disguised laughter. βI suppose it would help somewhat when it comes to listening to me without wanting to rip my ears off,β he adds after some consideration. But then his eyes narrow briefly, βI guess the truth is the ability to smile was the only thing keeping me sane at one point,β his gaze darkened at an unspoken memory, but the conversation moved on quickly enough.
βI imagine leaders are much too busy to concentrate on the big oaf,β the pain disappearing from his features as quickly as a bolt of lightning darts from the sky. Swift enough to make you question if it was ever there, but for anyone half observant the difference was obvious enough. βAnd I donβt think anyone wants to spend until retirement trying to teach me,β he presses a paw to the ground with some drama, dirt crunching audibly underfoot. βQuiet has never been my style,β as he was sure the leader was quickly realising.
βNauti, I donβt think you could offend me if you tried your absolute best,β if anything this conversation had been incredibly endearing to the thick skulled Tom cat. Then he grinned again, βAnd even if I was offended, letβs be honest you could order a cat to skin me and cats would jump to fulfill the order, I can manage with a burnt ego,β his gaze sparkles in the early sunlight.
Sparkseeker listens to his concerns with genuine care, and his smile isnβt playful but simply kind for once. βIf it has you worried I doubt itβs silly,β Nautilusstar didnβt strike the guard as a cat who worried easily, or at least at matters outside of grief conversations. βItβs a lot of pressure for a cat who already has an entire clan to deal with, I think every cat in the world would understand if you were feeling the weight of it a little.β
He shuffles a little closer, βBut if I can claim to be good at anything in this world, and I assure you thereβs not much I am,β he says. βIβm a decent planner, and love a good social event, so please donβt suffer alone. Iβd be more than happy to help if youβd let me.β
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 7, 2021 17:28:39 GMT -5
( I'm off to get dinner! Nautilusstar is NOT in charge while I'm gone... cx )
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 7, 2021 17:40:27 GMT -5
Mousestorm
Tom| pan| hunter| 60 moons
He let out a purr as she just went on and on with what she was saying. He was used to her chatter and could only be amused by her.
"My, my," he mused, "You have lots to say today."
He then flicked his tail as his eyes looked around the camp. "Have you seen Sunberry? I would like to take you both out hunting later. Unless-" His tail swiped her nose playfully, "You're gonna pout because I left to do my job."
Rosepaw
Tom| homosexual| fisher app| 8 moons
The deep red-brown tom purred at him, his heart flaring again.
"Don't worry about me," he meowed, moving to his paws to stretch, "Are you ready for today?"
He wondered what they were going to do. Rosepaw knew he was Reefpaw's shadow, following him wherever Reefpaw went, but Rosepaw didn't want it any other way.
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 8, 2021 12:00:59 GMT -5
( Hello everyone! My cousin is graduating this weekend ( i live with her and it's hectic here) so I won't be on a bunch!
I also added two new cats because we were really low on females! Also, we had like... no fishers but two fisher apprentices. Not that Pebblesplash would make a great mentor.... dang. xD Okay, problems for another time! Please feel free to rp with one another and such! Buh bye! )
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Post by Daydreamer on May 8, 2021 12:16:41 GMT -5
A big congratulations to your cousin, and I hope you enjoy yourselves!
I can happily make a shecat if you like? I had hoped to keep my number of characters smaller as I get used to this place, but I don't mind making one more as I'm really enjoying it here so far. Is there a particular role you'd like more of?
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 8, 2021 13:35:10 GMT -5
( Thank you! Right now it's just a lot of hectic scrambling around honestly! And we just got to watch her hooding ceremony, so that was awesome!
I completely understand taking it slow with characters, especially while you're still feeling the rp out. c: No pressure to make a she-cat but if you'd like to, another fisher would be appreciated! ^^ )
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 9, 2021 12:27:53 GMT -5
nautilusstar
coastalclan ; tom ; leader ; 49 moons
The tom began to nod in agreement but then seemed to reconsider his actions. Though getting rid of humor all together made sense to Nautilusstar, since the concept mostly flew over his head, he felt in his gut that this might be Sparkseeker making another joke. After all, why would the tom, who the clan considered humorous and relatively charismatic want to get rid of laughter? "This is another of those jokes... right? I don't really understand but I also don't think making all cats get rid of humor would be a good thing either. I... I enjoy watching the clan have fun together," the tom admits the last part much more quietly, peering off at the wall of driftwood that surrounded camp like a fortress. His attention snapped back to the other tom when his tone changed, catching the flash of pain before it disappeared as though it had never exited in the first place. What made such a brave, confident cat hurt? "You shouldn't keep putting yourself down like that," the white feline blurted, rattled from seeing the dark look on the ginger tabby's face. He admired Sparkseeker, especially for his outgoing nature, something the leader clearly lacked, and to think that the tom maybe felt unappreciated or - Starclan forbid - unwelcome amongst the clan put a more fierce scowl across his face. "You're a very capable guard and the clan is lucky to have you. Not everyone has to be good at everything, that's why we have different positions. Being part of a clan is about sharing the weight of survival and working together. You may not be the best hunter, but that's fine because we have hunters and fishers to provide food. You provide us with protection and a sense of safety. Our clan sleeps well in their nests because they know that guards like you are on watch. Never doubt your importance here," the no-nonsense, serious Nautilusstar had come out to play, those pale eyes of his boring into Sparkseeker intently. Which was probably awkward, but that's just Nautilusstar for you.
He lifted a paw to lick at it, a bit embarrassed for his tirade but he hoped that even with his lackluster social skills he got across that Sparkseeker had a home here. His father had always put his mother down and in turn she'd talk poorly of herself and so it could be a bit of a sore spot for the leader. His eyes widened at the mention of help, as though Nautilusstar had never considered relying on others, which was probably true. "Oh, you wouldn't mind helping?" he asked, sounding a mix of confused and hopeful. β [ Sparkseeker(Daydreamer ) ] β [ Sun Rock, in camp ] β 
nectarbee
coastalclan ; molly ; hunter ; 25 moons
Nectarbee purred happily at her friend, her tail weaving back and forth like an energetic snake. His words almost made her wince, she knew that sometimes she could ramble. The golden molly just had a bunch of energy to put out into the world and sometimes she didn't know how to temper that. "I know, I talk a lot, it's like my mouth just runs off without me! That's incredibly rude of it, don't you think? And it's not like anything useful comes out, just a lot of nonsense. My mama always said 'Sweetness, if you got useful to say, don't say nothin' at all' and I try to listen, honest!" she mewed, looking up at Mousestorm as though to plead her case. "It's just difficult when I have so much goin' on in my head - you know? You're a great listener, Mousestorm, I've always loved that about you. I could talk with you for hours... but then we wouldn't get any hunting done! Oh, Nautilusstar would probably have a fit! We couldn't do that. Hunting is fun anyway, right, Mouse?" Nectarbee was practically bouncing around the much larger tom at this point, her light green eyes shining up at him. She was truly a force of nature and often too much for her clan mates to handle. Still, the as a huntress, she did try and provide for the clan to the best of her abilities. The feline paused in her skipping at the mention of their friend Sunberry, her eyes widening in delight. Oh, the big gray-brown tom could always come up with the best ideas! That sounded lovely! "I think I saw her sleeping near the nursery, you know how she is. I would love to go out and hunt with you both, that sounds like so much fun! I'm done pouting, I promise!" she chirped, shifting restlessly in the grasses and sand. Her hyper energy could be a bit intimidating, especially this early in the morning. 
reefpaw
coastalclan ; tom ; fisher apprentice ; 7 moons
The black and white tom began to groom his flank, tugging at the moss pieces that stuck to his coat. He took a glance up at the sky and gave an easy shrug. "Hopefully some fishing. We'll have to see what our mentors think," he replied, flashing another smile at the red tom. His eyes fell on the other feline's coat and Reefpaw couldn't help but laugh quietly, shaking his head. "I must have kicked some moss onto you in my sleep. You're looking a bit green, sorry," the male winced, pushing closer to try and remove the moss himself. His trashing from his nightmare is probably what put it there anyway, that meant it was his job to get rid of it!
also, Lord, i was thinking, because of the age-gap between Nectar and Mouse(which is sooo cute) maybe he was her mentor? ) |
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Post by Daydreamer on May 9, 2021 14:23:23 GMT -5
Sorry for disappearing! I've been trying, key word trying, to put together my first clan. I shall get a response up soon!
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 9, 2021 14:29:00 GMT -5
( Take your time, hun! I'm currently watching my cousins graduation (virtually, thanks covid. -.-) so i'll be really slow to respond as well!
Also, getting a clan up and running is tough work, I understand! c: )
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Post by Daydreamer on May 9, 2021 14:37:50 GMT -5
γ Sparkseeker γ
His grin is a little wicked, unfurling on his maw like a flower opening to the early morning sunshine. "Its safe to assume just about every other word from my lips is a joke, and if not ensure I'm seen by a medicine cat because something must be seriously wrong otherwise."
Flame bright eyes glow at the leader's kind words, never one to seek compliments, but coming from the tom cat it was hard not to grow even a little bashful. Even from the tom with an ego the size of the average oak tree, he chuckles, a deep sound coming from deep in his chest. "I appreciate your words," he says, leaning down to pull a green shard of moss out from the depths of his ginger coat. It was quite the task to make Sparkseeker embarrassed.
"CoastalClan is lucky to have you as a leader, I hope you hear that as often as you deserve," though he chuckles he doesn't mean the words as a joke by any stretch of the imagination. "I've seen cats who like to claim they lead, but they didn't have a tenth of the care you hold for this clan, none of them were true leaders," he shakes his head, pushing away a memory like a fly buzzing about his tufted ears. "You are the truest leader I've seen in a long time." It might have sounded like sucking up, but there wasn't a piece of it the guard didn't mean.
Admittedly grateful to move on from that topic, emotional conversations had never been his style. "Happily," he responds, with a nod. "A nice break from guarding, the tree that was there yesterday is still here today! Still smells the same - wonderful, on to the next tree and so on." little blu β₯ 's Nautilusstar
Even if you decide you don't like them together little blu β₯, I think they make really sweet buddies as well. |
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 9, 2021 21:30:48 GMT -5
Mousestorm
Tom| pan| hunter| 60 moons
The tom simply listened to her, letting her go on and on. He looked towards the leader, wondering if the he would truly "through a fit" as Nectarbee put it. Though as she told him about Sunberry, he felt a sadness in his heart. He knew that Sunberry had her issues. Mousestorm always wanted to be a good friend to both of the she-cat's.
"Well," he started, "Let's go and see if Sunberry wants to come along. She may be busy, but we can always go out together some other day.
He rose to his paws, and the tom crossed the camp towards the collectors den. As he came to the entrance, the tom poked his head inside.
"Sunberry?" He questioned, hoping that she was around.
Rosepaw
Tom| homosexual| fisher app| 8 moons
Rosepaw blinked, looking down at his pelt. "Oh-"
The apprentice began to remove the moss, but Reefpaw beat him too it. The reddish brown tom's heart thrashed in his chest and he felt that he needed to get out of the den, but he stayed. He just let the other apprentice remove the moss.
"It's alright," he manged to say, "I really don't mind.."
Tags: little blu β₯
also, I do see that being the case with nectar and mouse. idk why, but i see them being super close, like sharing tongues and such lol
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 10, 2021 19:52:52 GMT -5
( I totally see that as well, Lord! ^^
My replies are coming soon, everyone, sorry I had some characters I was working on ~ )
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 11, 2021 14:57:20 GMT -5
nautilusstar
coastalclan ; tom ; leader ; 49 moons
Sparkseeker's grin full of mischief and laughter, set Nautilusstar's stomach fluttering. The strange reaction, paired with his rapidly heating ears, had the tom's paws shuffling and his glass gaze averting. There were so many questions swirling around the feline's brain, he didn't understand any of this. Conversations and by extension relationships were messy and complicated. He was sure that other cats would have found humor in the other tom's statement, so Nautilusstar tried to force a smile, though it probably appeared more like a grimace. "Right, noted," was all he managed in response, silently begging for a rock or some sort of wave to come crashing down upon his head. That would end this awkward suffering surely? His ears perked in surprise when the tom thanked him for his words and once more genuine confusion fell across his face. What did Sparkseeker have to thank him for? The leader hadn't said anything that wasn't true and worth saying. Nautilusstar was about to open his mouth to ask when the ginger tabby shut him up. Which in retrospect was probably the best-case scenario. The compliments had been unexpected and hit the white feline in the chest. Direct hit. His throat felt a little tight so he cleared it, scuffing his paws against the stone beneath them. Did the other tom truly believe what he'd said? Or was he just being kind... it was honestly hard to tell but either way, Nautilusstar was grateful. "Thank you," he mumbled, his clear gaze returning to Sparkseeker. The guard wasn't the only one glad for a subject change. Nautilusstar didn't do well with emotions or conversations so combine them together and you're bound to get a disaster. "You only guard one tree? Oh - that's another joke, right?" the tom nodded to himself, as though answering his own question. After all, Sparkseeker had just mentioned that most words out of his mouth were. Maybe even those compliments he'd given...? Not that it mattered! Anyway, back to the stress of the Clan Games and the Flower Gathering. "I would... appreciate the help, then. The Flower Gathering should probably take place first... which means flowers will need to be picked, of course," he murmured thoughtfully, tipping his head to one side. β [ Sparkseeker(Daydreamer ) ] β [ Sun Rock, in camp ] β
nectarbee
coastalclan ; molly ; hunter ; 25 moons
The bubbly molly bounced after Mousestorm, eagerly kicking up sand behind her. She spotted the familiar ginger and white coat of their friend and zipped forward. "SUNBERRY!" the yowl was loud enough to wake anyone resting nearby, which amounted to quite a few. The molly in question peered up at Nectarbee with shock and a hint of good-humored annoyance in her gaze, shaking her head firmly. "Will you quiet down before you wake the whole clan, Nectarbee?" she scolded lightly, bopping the younger feline on the nose with her tail. The golden tabby ducked her head in embarrassment, glancing around sheepishly at her clan-mates before offering sunny smiles to all. "We want to know if you'll go hunting with us!!" the molly tried to whisper but still ended up being loud. She was a lost cause, truly. 
sunberry
coastalclan ; molly ; collector ; 56 moons
To say Sunberry was feeling a bit exasperated would be an understatement. Only Nectarbee could seriously have this much energy so early in the morning. Add that to the thorn in her paw and the molly was a bit worn thin. She'd never been a morning feline and being around the bright and bubbly huntress was bound to test her nerves at the moment. She peered up at Mousestorm with a smile, flicking her tail. "I'd have liked to, but I woke with a thorn in my paw this morning. I have to remove it and then see if we have the herbs I need to keep infection away," the collector admitted, lifting her bleeding paw away from the sand. Her rank was versed in basic medicine and she would never bother Hibiscuspetal for something so small. That would be embarrassing to say the very least. β [ Mousestorm, Nectarbee ] β [ in camp ] β
reefpaw
coastalclan ; tom ; fisher apprentice ; 7 moons
"Still, it was my mess, so I should clean it up," Reefpaw joked, nudging Rosepaw in good humor before reaching forward and grasping the remaining moss from the red hued fur. The black and white tom stood back, analyzing his work, a small smile on his muzzle. "There! All better," he purred, nodding decisively before padding around his friend towards the fresh-kill pile. The warm sunshine that was beginning to fill the hollow shone brightly against his coat, warming him right up. "Wanna share breakfast?" he asked over his shoulder, glancing at Rosepaw with deep green eyes. |
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 11, 2021 18:48:56 GMT -5
( I've updated the plot section, we now have an official plot! Let me know what you all think! ^^ )
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on May 11, 2021 19:52:41 GMT -5
[Oceanpaw]
||Hunter Apprentice||Molly||7 Moons||
With ???||
In Camp.
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Before the sun was even starting to rise in the horizon, Oceanpaw had slipped out of camp for a small stroll before anyone else had woken. An unsettling dream had left her restless and anxious in the early dawn hours. Her peace had been to slip along the beach and watch the sun spill out of the ocean before her, lighting up the world that she loved so very much. Her fur ruffling slightly in the breeze that drifted towards her. Such peace, often made her wonder what dangers awaited her clan. Yet, another part of her worrisome mind, told her she was too young to worry about such grown things. More often than not, Oceanpaw found herself thinking and acting wiser than she was. She was sure it frustrated others, especially when they would never truly understand her mind and her feelings.
Now, as the morning took place before her, the little molly slipped back into the camp. She held a small fish between her jaws, which she had swiped from the ocean before heading back to camp. Her medium length fur was all black, aside from her light gray muzzle. Yet, her eyes held the depths of the deep ocean that filled the edge of their land. She wasn't the prettiest little molly, but she was beautiful on the inside. Her heart and soul was dedicated to the clan she was born into and she proved that every single chance she could.
Once in the camp, the little molly drifted to the tunnel that led to the cave where fresh-kill was kept. A chill traveled from her pads, to her ear-tips as she dropped the fish on the fresh-kill pile. The coolness of the cave often kept her clans prey fresher for longer. After a quick shake, she turned and hurried back to the warmth of the sandy clearly. Digging her paws into the pale sand, a soft purr arose from her throat. Curious eyes scanned the clearing to see who else was awake and preparing for the day. For a moment, she wondered what her mentor had in store for her today. Before she wondered what her brother would be doing. |
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on May 11, 2021 20:11:40 GMT -5
[Vixen]
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With Coralheart|| little blu β₯
The Wilds.
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*Dreaming*
"RUN!" The screech echoed in Vixens black painted ears as she barreled into the bristling Coralheart, bustling her towards the open door before them. After many many moons of trying to escape the dreadful wooden twoleg nest that they were stuck in, an opportunity had fallen before them. While the twoleg that had cared for them, had been nothing but kind, this place was no home to either molly that resided there. While the fur-less creature had thought she had closed her door tightly, the wind had pushed it open a slight crack. Now, before the precious twoleg could think, the long-legged and lithe russet red and black molly was encouraging her friend to escape.
Just as she was about to reach the door, strong naked paws clamped around her tail, causing her a moons worth of fright. A fearful scream escaped her and her front claws scraped against the wooden floor below her paws. Panic flared in her green eyes as she watched her friend turn and launch at the twoleg. "Coralheart! No! Get out of here!"
*Waking up*
"Coralheart! No! Get out of here!" The whimpers pooled from the sleeping molly as she kicked out, her font claws digging into the ground before her and her hind legs kicking the molly that she called out to. Her ears twitched wildly as she dreamed and her russet red fur bristled. While one that didn't know Vixen would wonder what she was dreaming of, it wouldn't be hard for Coralheart to figure out. It was a dream the rogue molly had often since their panicked and almost impossible escape from the twoleg nest. Vixen herself wouldn't have made it out, if it wasn't for the heroics of the clan molly.
After a moment of kicking out, the tall molly jumped to her paws, eyes rolling. Flattening her ears as she tried to wake up, her breaths came in deep gasps. While she was practically red in color, she had black paws, a bushy black tipped tail, a black muzzle and black painted ears. Her eyes were a very sharp and dark green color, which now were settling as she took in her surroundings. While she was no longer trapped in a twoleg home, she was in the land that was known for danger, The wilds, as her clan friend mentioned to her before. They had been lost amongst the unforgiving territory for more moons than she could count, looking for the way to Costalclan. While she was no clan cat, the stories of the colony of felines on the beach, sounded so very tempting to the once lonely molly. |
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 11, 2021 20:44:44 GMT -5
coralheart
coastalclan; molly ; outsider ; heterosexual
She hadn't slept well since the day she'd been taken from her clan. Thirty-eight moons the molly had been separated from her family, her mate and kittens, her sister and father... A grief so profound had weighed on her chest since that day. Sometimes it felt like she couldn't breathe. So while her friend slept tucked close beside her, Coralheart lay alert, blue eyes scouring the jungle around them. The two mollies had found a small alcove between two rocks to settle into for the night but that didn't make them safe. Not like they'd be with Coastalclan, where there were guards to watch over the clan. Guards like Coralheart had been.
Vixen began to stir and whimper in her sleep, probably afflicted with that same awful dream that had been haunting her for moons. She pressed closer to the other molly's side, even when the kicking began. Their escape hadn't been easy and it had been a bit traumatic for both of them. Coralheart was just glad to be free and on her way home, though frustration bubbled in her stomach when she remembered how lost they seemed to be. The Wilds hadn't seemed so large when it was just dark looming trees and overgrowth on the edge of territory. 'A few trees, my tail.' The molly snorted at her thoughts, her claws digging into the wet earth beneath her paws. The shout of her name brought her out of her thoughts abruptly. Coralheart turned to Vixen and watched as the molly seemed to realize where they were. Her heart ached with pain for the red and black feline. To go through such horror night after night... "We're alright now, Vixie," the odd colored molly soothed, running her tail down the older feline's spine gently. Then the blue eyed she-cat stood, shaking out her pelt firmly. It had drizzled during the night and a light dew settled across her coat. "Hungry? We can try and hunt before heading off?" Coralheart peered around them with a shrug, lifting her nose up to scent the air. She had never been the best at hunting but she'd gotten better over the past moons, out of nothing but necessity. It was either succeed or die out here in the Wilds. The molly wasn't really hungry but she'd hunt for Vixen. Her paws itched to carry her home, to her family. She didn't even know who had survived or if... no, she couldn't think like that. Coralheart would bring Vixen to Coastalclan and she would get to meet all of her family. If she didn't hold out hope, the odd marbled she-cat might collapse where she stood from heartbreak. |
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 11, 2021 22:07:59 GMT -5
Heyo, ngl. I am not in good mental space rn, but Iβll be back!
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Post by Daydreamer on May 12, 2021 5:18:54 GMT -5
γ Sparkseeker γ
"You're beginning to catch on," he congratulates with a tone of amusement, and they say you can't teach old dogs new tricks, he uses a front paw to scratch an itch behind his ear. Letting out a soft purr of satisfaction as he soothes the irritation before settling still once again. "I might even manage to drag a joke from you one of these days, StarClan forbid, Nauti," what the leader might have to joke about the guard didn't have the slightest clue. Perhaps he might one day quip about the inner turmoil leadership brings? Come to think of it, maybe the leader didn't need to be joking all the time, it would surely leave Sparkseeker out of a job?
Admittedly the tom found some of the Clan's traditions fairly peculiar; why admire the beauty of a flower by picking and thus killing it? He didn't claim to understand. But it was important to the clan, and thus he supposed it should be important to him.
"I can happily help with something like that, wrangle some apprentices and convince them its a key part of guard life, to see the beauty in the little things I suppose?" He mused with a twitch of his whiskers. He cocks his head at the leader, a curious tone in his deep voice. "If you don't learn to joke, fine, but definitely work on asking for help where you need it, no one is above needing a little help at times." |
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on May 12, 2021 15:48:39 GMT -5
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With Coralheart|| little blu β₯
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While her heart still raced in her chest, Vixen felt her fur begin to flatten the more she woke from the dreadful dream. Sitting on her haunches with a heavy sigh, she immediately felt her heart slow as a familiar scent swarmed around her and a soft tail brushed down her spine. Her heavy breathing seemed to ease and her sharp green eyes cleared and she felt her panic fade away as a warm voice filled her black painted ears.
'We're alright now Vixie.'
Turning her head to the feline that had become her closest companion, she gave a soft purr of appreciation. Green eyes met the dark blue eyes as the beautiful marbled molly got to her paws and shook out her dew covered fur. Following in suit, Vixen stood once more and stretched each long leg out slowly. In the morning light, half hidden in the shadows of where they had slept, the molly took on the resemblance of a fox. At times, she could have the fierceness of one as well.
At the mention of food, the pretty molly's face scrunched up in disgust. She had no appetite at all and she knew very well, that Coralheart would be ready to begin another day. Giving a slight shake of her head, she flickered her gaze around the lush and vine filled jungle before them. Each day, she felt as if they were walking in circles, it all looked the same to her. Yet, each day as the sun rose and the jungle became more active, the russet and black rogue followed in step with the clan molly.
"I'm ready. Let us get going. We can stop and hunt along the way if one of us gets hungry."
Taking the lead, she flicked Coralheart's side with her black tipped tail, before diving into the undergrowth. Her ears stayed high and swiveled on alert as she maneuvered through the tangle of roots and vines. Hope filled her chest for a split second and she tossed encouraging words over her shoulder, as she did almost every day when they first set out. "We have to be close, Coral. I believe it. Today is the day!" |
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 12, 2021 20:33:21 GMT -5
nautilusstar
coastalclan ; tom ; leader ; 49 moons
The dull white tom let out another of those snort/sigh combos, his thoughts on the issue clear. Many had tried to get him to see the humor in things and every one of them had failed. Nautilusstar just had to accept that he was wired differently from most felines and it would forever affect the way he communicated with his clan. "There are better uses of your time, surely," the leader grumbled, piercing the ginger tabby with his clear gaze. Would Sparkseeker be like the many before that had tried and failed to "befriend" him? That was yet to be seen, the snowy tom supposed, finishing his morning grooming with a paw over his long whiskers. Flower Gatherings had never been something Nautilusstar enjoyed, seeing as it was a night of mingling and match-making. His skin seemed to crawl beneath his pelt at the mere thought of being forced to attend. Still, some of his clan-mates looked forward to these nights, and breaking tradition was out of the question. "It would be good to get the apprentices involved, I suppose," he murmured, nodding his head in approval. Sparkseeker had even thought about a way to capture the apprentice's interest. Apprentices probably found romance boring but picking flowers for the older cats to wear for the festival might prove to build some sense of community... if nothing else. A sudden thought struck the older tom and he became still, his frown deepening. He completely missed Sparkseeker's gentle scolding about asking for help, instead zeroed in on the image of the ginger tabby at the Flower Gathering. Would Sparkseeker go and search out a mate? It's not like he couldn't, he was single and confident. Outgoing and relatively well-liked within the clan. Nautilusstar's chest felt a bit tight, annoyingly enough though he rather thought the tom would look handsome with a flower tucked behind his ear... Oh Starclan, where had his thoughts gone? What did it matter if the guard went to the gathering or not? "Are you planning to go?" No. Please, for all that is sacred in this world, tell him that he did not just blurt that out loud! His skin felt as though it'd been scorched by the sun after a long, hot day and his paws itched to carry him anywhere but the Sun Rock. Weren't there patrols that needed to go out? Where was his deputy? The scowling tom took a hesitant step forward, peering down at the clearing, trying to suddenly ignore Sparkseeker's presence. β [ Sparkseeker(Daydreamer ) ] β [ Sun Rock, in camp ] β
coralheart
coastalclan; molly ; outsider ; heterosexual
The molly felt a wave of relief that Vixen didn't seem to be hungry this morning, her heart was begging her to move on. She needed to get home and every second they were out here was another second lost with her family. Not that this experience had been a complete horror show, she'd gotten to meet Vixen, who was the dearest friend she'd had since her sister and Edgewing. The molly had filled a void and become her rock. Which was why Coralheart was overjoyed to be taking her back to Coastalclan with her. "That sounds like a plan," she purred, before padding after the tall feline. Though the words had been said every morning before, they still put a pep in the marbled feline's step and her hope filled her chest. Coralheart had to believe that Vixen was right. This would be the day, it had to be! "That's the spirit! I can almost smell the salt on the air!" she mewed, rushing to pad beside Vixen, her tail flicking playfully against the red molly's flank. As long as the two of them remained positive, nothing could get in their way. That's how they had made it this far. As they carried on, the jungle became less dense, the undergrowth spreading out and sunlight actually dappling across the ground every now and then. Coralheart kept her ears perked, claws unsheathed, just in case they ran into any of the unknown dangers that linger in the darkness around them. She had been a guard and battle is what she excelled at, so this was the easiest part of the journey for her. It almost felt like being at home, on patrol of the borders. Her heart ached with a familiar pang of longing. Soon she promised herself. "I wonder what my kits decided to become..." she murmured aloud, casting a glance with deep blue eyes at her friend. Coralheart had spent the beginning part of their journey and most of her time in the twoleg nest explaining clan life to Vixen, so the molly would understand a bit of what she was walking into. It wouldn't be fair to the feline otherwise. Why would she just expect Vixen to follow her into the jungle to an unknown place without explaining everything she could? |
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 13, 2021 15:00:04 GMT -5
[[ Hello everyone, I had a thought and I want everyone's opinion. What if we shortened the joining form to a single line description? Just for the front page at least? That way, when joining you can make your characters and work on their longer, more full forms over time. Because I know building characters can be stressful and this will allow for more role-playing... sooner? Does that make sense? Does this sound like something we should implement or not? Thoughts and opinions? c: ]]
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on May 13, 2021 15:26:45 GMT -5
little blu β₯ Thatβs a really good idea, Blu! I think it would help a lot!)
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Post by Daydreamer on May 13, 2021 16:17:32 GMT -5
Im really sorry Iβve had a super busy day at work, Iβll respond in the morning
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