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Post by little blu β₯ on May 13, 2021 16:19:44 GMT -5
( No worries, Day, any thoughts on the post about joining forms? )
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Post by Daydreamer on May 13, 2021 16:31:17 GMT -5
Sounds good to me!
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 13, 2021 16:44:44 GMT -5
( Well, that settles it. xD
The front page looks much more clean and less cluttered this way!
Can you all give me one line physical descriptions of your cats! Sorry ~ )
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Post by Tealraven on May 13, 2021 18:20:26 GMT -5
( great idea, blu! the front page looks great! i think this way the one-line descriptions can be used for quick reference during rp, and the joining page could double as a character page for people to post more detailed forms, if so desired. edit: added one-line descriptions! ) γ Piperwing γ 35 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βbisexualβ β βhunter A light brown tabby-and-white molly with light green eyes. Tealraven γ Ceruleantide γ 30 moonsβ β βtomβ β βbisexualβ β βfisher A lean blue-grey tom with striking blue-green eyes. Tealraven γ Ottersurf γ 50 moonsβ β βtomβ β βaromantic asexualβ β βcollector A lanky, long-legged oriental shorthair with dark brown fur and large yellow eyes. Tealraven γ Barracudapaw γ 7 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βhomosexualβ β βguard's apprentice An athletic ginger-and-white tabby with pale yellow-green eyes. Tealraven |
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 13, 2021 18:31:24 GMT -5
( Exactly, Teal! <3
I like having more detailed character forms, but I know that they can be difficult to fill out, not to mention time-consuming. I just like getting to know characters but I feel like this will allow characters to develop more over time? Idk, I'm really excited for it! )
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Post by Daydreamer on May 14, 2021 15:03:48 GMT -5
γ Sparkseeker γβMore time with my leader, and make you less likely to want to hide in the shadows every time i speak? Nah I could find the time,β he chuckles. The leader was painfully awkward, it wouldnβt hurt him to see if he could drive some social skills into the older cat.
A chuckle sounds again, βSome of those youngsters would do anything if they thought it meant they would be promoted to their full ranks quicker,β he responds. βTheyβll pick the territory bare by nightfall if they thought it might expedite things a little.β He began theorising ways to use that to his advantage... nicer nests maybe. βIf you fancy anything, better prey portion for yourself in the morning, Iβd recommend trying to leverage that for yourself.β
His ears strain slightly, trying to pick up on any hint of curiousity in the leaderβs voice, though any signs of concentration wasnt apparent on his dark ember featured, he heard nine, which was unsurprising given that the leader was hardly known for his forthcoming nature. Sparkseeker shrugs his broad shoulders, βHadnt thought too much about it,β he responds. It would be his first, and wasnβt strictly sure heβd be overly welcome in such a traditional, loved ceremony, a sore thumb with his usual jovial nature. βNo doubt Iβll be flooded by toms and shecats desperately trying to flood me with affection, it would be mean only to break so many hearts,β his whiskers twitch with amusement. Part of the guard is trying to figure out some sort of body gesture he could make that would make it obvious to the oblivious leader that he was joking other than flat out saying it.
One for flirting might be helpful as well, he thinks, a secret smile widens in his features.
βWhat about yourself? Looking out for anyone, Nauti?β
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 14, 2021 15:57:53 GMT -5
nautilusstar
coastalclan ; tom ; leader ; 49 moons
A sort of indignance fell over the white tom, his narrowed glass colored eyes flashing to Sparkseeker. If he'd had an eyebrow to lift he would have done it, emphasizing the scowl on his face. "I don't hide," there was almost a hit of petulance in the leader's tone, his chin tilted upwards in a bit of defiance. As though the act alone would show that he could be confident and talk to others - the former might be true at times but communication had never been in his list of abilities. No matter how much the tom claimed otherwise. Inside he knew the truth. The tom was easily distracted from his offense at Sparkseeker's statement by his comments on the apprentices. He remembered what it was like to be an apprentice, eager to grow up and take his full name. Honestly, he wished he'd enjoyed the care-free times a bit more. "I suppose you're right, Sparkseeker," he admitted finally, thinking of the rambunctious group of young ones. His tail wrapped around his paws, somehow making the tom look smaller, his shoulders hunching as his head dipped in thought. There was still so much to be done... He'd ask the collectors to be on the lookout for a log and he made a mental note to speak with the fishers about two crabs for the hunting portion of the trials. Brought out of his reverie by the ginger tabby's words, the leader turned his full attention back to the younger tom, tilting his head slightly. "Oh, I see," he merely said, his stomach twisting at the thought of the orange tom surrounded by mollies and toms. He shook himself slightly, unsure why he felt so strange this morning. Maybe he needed to go see Hibiscuspetal? "Me? Oh no, I'm not... made for the whole... love thing," Nautilusstar tried to explain awkwardly, scuffling his paws against the rock once more. The tom hadn't once had an interest in romance and rarely found others attractive. Even then, it's not like he'd be able to say anything to them. He could barely even talk with his clan-mates! What did liking someone feel like? Couples looked so happy and he knew that love was very important to Coastalclan but the tom just... he was confused about the whole thing. β [ Sparkseeker(Daydreamer ) ] β [ Sun Rock, in camp ] β |
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 14, 2021 17:24:01 GMT -5
Greetings, I am back. What has all happen in the rp when I was away?//
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 14, 2021 17:27:58 GMT -5
( Welcome back! <3
Not much, actually! So no worries, Lord!
I'm hoping to get some patrols and stuff going soon, just to keep clan life moving forward! ^^
Oh, can I have one-line descriptions of your cats for the front page?
And I hope you don't mind that I made Wrenwillow a sibling?
I love making family - it's my weakness. xD )
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Post by Tealraven on May 14, 2021 18:34:34 GMT -5
( hello friends! hope you're all having a lovely day/evening/etc. <3
does anyone have some open characters I can throw my cats at? or maybe an ongoing interaction I could slide one into? c: )
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 14, 2021 18:43:56 GMT -5
( I have Dunestripe, Jaguarleap, Silverfin, Pebblesplash, and Lotuspaw open! ^^
I only have a starter up for Dune though, but others can be written! c:
And I think Mousestorm is working on a hunting patrol! ^^ )
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on May 14, 2021 18:55:29 GMT -5
(I posted a starter on the previous page for Oceanpaw.)
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on May 14, 2021 18:55:52 GMT -5
[Oceanpaw]
||Hunter Apprentice||Molly||7 Moons||
With ???||Β
In Camp.
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Β 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.Β
Β Β 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.Β
Β Once in the camp, the little molly drifted to the tunnel that led to the cave where fresh-kill was kept.Β 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.Β |
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Post by Tealraven on May 14, 2021 19:41:26 GMT -5
( ugh y'all I'm so sorry but I sat down to start writing starters and my brain went, essentially: so I'm gonna take a short break and come back at it later. I am working on a reply to Oceanpaw, btw c: I was thinking of sending Barracudapaw in her direction starclan help her so we could get some apprentice shenanigans going ^^ ) |
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 14, 2021 19:50:44 GMT -5
( I totally get that, Teal! c:
totally not why i made the jump in thingy. i was getting a bit burnt out on long, detailed replies and didn't want the pressure. XD
Take your time! <3 )
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Post by Tealraven on May 14, 2021 19:54:21 GMT -5
( i saw the jump-in thingy and noticed that it involved an apprentice in peril whilst another apprentice ran to get help from the camp and was like "ah. i'm beginning to notice a pattern here with blu's jump-ins." xD )
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 14, 2021 20:09:53 GMT -5
( LMAO! xDD I hadn't even made the connection! In my defense, it's the first time I've done something similar since. xD
But I guess I couldn't help myself. lol. I just wanted to write and cats in peril call to me. cx )
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Post by Tealraven on May 15, 2021 21:20:15 GMT -5
BARRACUDAPAW in camp / with lotuspaw & oceanpaw
Sunlight danced across the young molly's eyelids as early morning rays slanted through the tall reeds encircling the camp. Her ginger-and-white coat had warmed to the point that it was too hot to stay curled into her thick, fluffy nest of pampas grass and palm fronds. She untucked her nose from beneath her tail and stumbled to her feet. Already, her body was moving too fast for her half-asleep brain to keep up with. She blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the light.
"Oh, seal guts!" Barracudapaw hissed, realizing that dawn had already passed. She whirled around and prodded her sister's side. "Lotuspaw! Lotuspaw! Get up, you lazy furball, we overslept!" Barracudapaw scrambled out of her nest and shook herself vigorously, dislodging a few scraps of grass from her fur.
She had planned to get up super early so she could slip out of camp unnoticed, before any of the warriors could try to stop her from leaving unsupervised. Then, she would catch the biggest, juiciest fish ever and bring it back to camp to give to Seastorm. Her mentor would have been so impressed by her dedication and thoughtfulness!
But someone had already beaten her to it.
Barracudapaw saw Oceanpaw slide into the fresh-kill cave with a small fish in her jaws and scowled. She stole Barracudapaw's idea, she did. The gall! Older cats were always going on and on about how Oceanpaw was "so mature for her age" and "wise beyond her years." Hmph! Little miss know-it-all was more like it. Leaving camp to go fishing by herself! She must think she's better than me. Barracudapaw stalked over to the fresh-kill cave, a storm cloud brewing on her face. "Hey, Oceanpaw," she greeted the little black molly in a gruff voice. "Catch anything?"
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 16, 2021 19:08:42 GMT -5
little blu β₯ oml blu xD
work has been kicking my butt, but here are my one-line descriptions-
Mousestorm- large, messy furred odd-colored gray-brown tom with amber eyes
Wrenwillow- small, silver she-cat with sharp angles and bright green eyes
Rosepaw- deep brown tom with a rosy red tint, darker flecks along back, and yellow eyes
Also, I don't mind wren having a sibling lol
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 16, 2021 19:17:39 GMT -5
[[ I know, I'm awful! xDD
I just love rping and drama is so much fun! ^^
Completely understand, btw, no worries!
Thank you so much! <3 I'll add them now! ]
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 16, 2021 19:24:08 GMT -5
Coolio! <3//
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 16, 2021 21:10:41 GMT -5
Mousestorm
Tom| pan| hunter| 60 moons
Mousestorm was quick to swipe Nectarbee's nose as the younger warrior shouted into the den. he listened to what Sunberry had to say, a feeling of dissapointment filling his chest. He wanted to bring her out to have some fun as Sunberry seemed a bit down lately. Just his luck that she would be injured when he wanted to do something nice for her.
"Well, whenever you are ready," he meowed, his whiskers twitching as he looked to Nectarbee. "We'll bring something back for you, all right?"
Wrenwillow
She-cat| heterosexal| collector| 36 moons
TBA
Rosepaw
Tom| homosexual| fisher app| 8 moons
Rosepaw lets him fix his fur, not really sure what he could do to help him. As Reefpaw stood, Rosepaw did too, his tail swaying as he watched the other tom. He was quick to follow after when Reefpaw moved towards the fresh-kill pile.
"Oh," Rosepaw seemed a bit flustered at the question, but he quickly regained himself. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind."
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 16, 2021 21:27:25 GMT -5
[[ Mousestorm is such a sweetheart! <3
Also, Mentor and Apprentice Section is updated!
I'm also going to be reorganizing the front page, so that cats are in order by age (thought I already was but clearly I failed. xD) ]]
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 16, 2021 21:44:19 GMT -5
oml blu xD
yes, mousestorm tries to be a good boy//
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 16, 2021 22:15:11 GMT -5
sunberry
coastalclan ; molly ; collector ; 56 moons
The ginger and white molly felt bad about letting down her friends, especially because she could honestly use some time away from the camp. Her blue eyes shone with sadness more often than not these days, though she tried to push through and put on a bright face. "That sounds lovely, maybe we can share a meal when you two return," Sunberry offered warmly, letting her tail swish behind her. With a mew of goodbye, the small feline padded off towards the medicine den. Well, limped might be a more accurate statement. The pain wasn't too bad but she didn't want to get much more sand in the wound. Infection was the real danger here, but some gavilana would help... maybe something for the inflammation? Her mind drifted to the plants that she spent most of her days gathering, slipping quietly into the den so she wouldn't wake Hibiscuspetal. β [ Mousestorm, Nectarbee ] β [ in camp ] β 
nectarbee
coastalclan ; molly ; hunter ; 25 moons
"Ow!" Nectarbee mumbled, a bit dramatically since neither of her friends had actually hurt her with their swats. The golden molly paced a bit impatiently as Sunberry spoke, though she perked up at the idea of sharing a meal later. That sounded like a whole lot of fun! The molly nodded eagerly before skipping towards the entrance of the camp, kicking up sand as she went. Suddenly she skidded to a stop. "Oh, Mousestorm!" she whipped around and peered up at the gray-brown feline with an earnest expression. "Should we ask someone else to come along? Or let someone know we're leaving? I haven't seen Piperwing this morning... maybe we should bring a fisher along? Or a guard? Oh, Mousestorm, what if we run into giant seals? With razor sharp fangs and they try and steal our pelts to line their nests?" Nectarbee's perfectly normal questions had been lost as her imagination ran wild with her. The tabby appeared genuinely worried over these made-up fanged seals. 
reefpaw
coastalclan ; tom ; fisher apprentice ; 7 moons
The black and white tom purred contentedly, padding edging around Barracudapaw and his sister on his way to the fresh-kill tunnel. He paused beside Oceanpaw, brushing against her side and flicking her ear with the tip of his tail. Reefpaw turned to smile at Rosepaw, shifting on his paws. "What do you want to eat? I can go fetch it from the pile?" he asked, though he kept his voice low so he wouldn't interrupt whatever conversation the she-cats were having. |
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Post by Tealraven on May 16, 2021 22:16:46 GMT -5
( hey blu, hey lord c: would either of you mind if I had one of my characters join in on the patrol with Mousestorm & Co.?
all of my cats are available, but Iβm not sure where to stick em yet.
plus I dread writing starters and itβs easier if I can just incorporate them into an ongoing scene haha ^^β )
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 16, 2021 22:20:36 GMT -5
[[ I FORGOT LOTUSPAW! -headdesk- Why is Blu such a failure today? xD
I'll get on that in a second! She'll join the apprentice party we're having. lol.
I think that should be fine, Teal! ^^
The more the merrier!
Also, I have plenty of cats free if you want, just let me know and I can write up starters for any of them that you can reply to! c: )
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Post by Tealraven on May 16, 2021 22:44:00 GMT -5
( wonderful! I probably canβt reply until tomorrow, but I donβt want to hold you guys back. I can just have one of my characters catch up to the patrol later or something.
I have a fairly debilitating migraine rn and I try to avoid looking at my screen when I have one >.< so Iβm probably gonna head to bed early tonight )
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 16, 2021 22:49:14 GMT -5
[[ Sounds like a plan Teal! c:
Oh no! I get migraines too, I feel your pain. I really hope you feel better, buddy! <3 ]]
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Post by Tealraven on May 17, 2021 19:05:47 GMT -5
CERULEANTIDE in camp / with mousestorm & nectarbee
The sun had risen well above the horizon by the time Ceruleantide returned to camp. He hated waking up in the wee hours of the morning and stumbling out to use the dirtplace; he'd hoped to be back and curled snugly into his nest before the sky started to lighten. He'd hoped to get just a few more minutes of sleep before the other warriors began to stir. But as he approached the camp entrance, he could hear the pawsteps and cheerful meows of his Clanmates greeting one another as they prepared to start the day.
"Mouse-dung," he muttered, rubbing his eyes with a forepaw. He slipped through the camp's entrance, stifling a yawn, only to collide head-on with a small, very excitable golden ball of fluff. He staggered back a step, blinking. He didn't need to see who it was to recognize her enthusiastic mew. "StarClan's whiskers, Nectarbee," he grumbled. "It is entirely too early for you to be this... exuberant."
Ceruleantide glanced over at Mousestorm and dipped his head respectfully to the older warrior. "Hey, Mousestorm. Heading out already?" He asked the question to be polite, not to start a conversation, and started to sidle away before he could get dragged into awkward small talk.
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