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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on May 17, 2021 20:19:59 GMT -5
little blu β₯
My One-Liners-
Hibiscuspetal- Long-furred reddish tinted molly with white on her chest and paws, has emerald green eyes.
Seastorm- Ruffled dark grayish/blue tom with white tufts. Blind in both eyes.
Guppypaw- Short-legged, shaggy white tom with silver tabby markings and sharp blue eyes.
Oceanpaw- Fluffy black molly with a light gray muzzle and ocean blue eyes.
Peachsplash-A creamy peach molly with splashes of dark gray. Has white paws and muzzle and dark amber eyes.
Dawnshell-Golden molly with light brown swirls along her flank. Her eyes are a deep orange.
Edgewing- Light gray tom with tabby markings. Has light blue eyes.
Vixen- Long-legged russet red molly with black tail-tip, paws, muzzle and ear-tips. Resembles a fox. Has sharp green eyes.
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 17, 2021 21:30:43 GMT -5
[[ All added, thanks, Frosty! <3
Replies are slowly but surely coming everyone ~ ]]
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 18, 2021 17:32:59 GMT -5
Mousestorm
Tom| pan| hunter| 60 moons
Mousestorm listened to what worries Nectarbee had to say. It wasn't uncommon for them to head out with each other, and no matter what, Mousestorm did his best to keep them both safe.
"Understandable fears," he told her, "But we'll be find. I can fight off whatever comes our way. Honestly, you worry too much."
He turned his head when he heard Ceruleantide speak up. The large tom's ears perked up. "Oh, yes we are. How about you? Did you head out already?"
Rosepaw
Tom| homosexual| fisher app| 8 moons
Rosepaw stands next to the other apprentice, feeling a bit on edge. He felt like his clanmates could tell he liked Reefpaw and could tell him as any moment. He just kind of looked around.
"Anything is fine," he meowed, "Go ahead and picks something."
Btw, Slatetuft, Wrenwillow, and Olivesky are open if anyone is interested!
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 18, 2021 19:07:36 GMT -5
lotuspaw
coastalclan ; molly ; hunter apprentice ; 7 moons
The sharp jabs to her flank are what really woke Lotuspaw, her amber eyes flashing open in annoyance, seeking out the familiar coat of his sister. Who else would have been behind the vicious attack? "Lazy..? Furball? Who are you calling-" the disgruntled molly realized she was talking to thin air and stopped mid-complaint. Barracudapaw had already rushed off as though a crab had latched onto her tail. The ginger and white tabby sat up in her nest, blinking in the bright morning sunlight. A yawn escaped her maw and she shook herself in an effort to wake up more fully. "She acts like we slept till sun-high!" Lotuspaw muttered to herself, picking a stay piece of beach grass from her thin coat. As irritated as she pretended to be, the molly was glad to be awake. The apprentice hated sleep or rest because it forced her to shut her brain and body down, which was never easy for her. Even now she could feel the familiar itch begin in her paws. So Lotuspaw stretched and bound to her paws, padding after her sister at a quick pace. Who wanted to be left behind? She might be missing something!"Oh, hey guys," she greeted her den-mates, her striped tail swishing behind her energetically. The molly had clearly shaken whatever sleepiness lingered. Now she was fired up and ready to face the day. Lotuspaw sat at the side of her sister and Oceanpaw, casting a curious gaze at Reefpaw and Rosepaw. Those two always seemed to be together. Boys. 
nectarbee
coastalclan ; molly ; hunter ; 25 moons
For all the worry and fuss she just gave, those simple reassurances from Mousestorm appeared to be all she needed to feel safe again. Nectarbee grinned up at him enthusiastically, swishing her golden tail. "Oh, you're right, Mouse! I can protect you too, you know! I may be small but I've got mad fighting skills! I've been practicin- oof!" the molly, who was blocking the whole entrance to the camp, felt a body collide with her own. She stumbled, green eyes flying to catch the blue-hued coat of Ceruleantide. "Really? My mama always said something similar but I think she just didn't like mornings. Do you not like mornings? I love them! There's so much to do and it's so pretty when the sky is all pink and blue," the she-cat purred, glancing up at the softly colored sky happily. Though of course she loved nighttime too! Nectarbee wasn't a picky feline at all. She peered back and forth between the two males, shifting restlessly. Suddenly she gasped and hopped closer to Ceruleantide, probably invading the poor tom's personal space. "You should come hunting with us! We can hunt near the water so you can fish! I tried to fish a few days ago and fell face first into the tide! I know it's an "essential" skill that we all technically learn but I'm really jelly-brained at it!" she expressed empathetically, shaking her head at herself before peering back at Mousestorm for approval. 
reefpaw
coastalclan ; tom ; fisher apprentice ; 7 moons
The tom hummed thoughtfully but nodded at Rosepaw, tilting his head in concentration. He dipped his head in silent greeting to Lotuspaw when she appeared and then padded into the tunnel. He was glad for his thick fur as the air grew colder and he followed the scents and the familiar path in the dark. The tunnel opened out into the small cave and Reefpaw peered in the gloom at the options they had. He decided on a tang and grabbed the fish by it's tail before beginning the trek back. β [ Rosepaw and others ] β [ in camp ] β
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Post by Tealraven on May 18, 2021 21:12:00 GMT -5
CERULEANTIDE leaving camp / with mousestorm & nectarbee
Ceruleantide swished his tail thoughtfully as he examined how best to get out of this situation. He gave Mousestorm a casual half-smile which probably looked more like a grimace than he meant it to. "Oh, not really. I mean, I did head out earlier, but I didn't go far," he started to reply, the latter half of his sentence drowned out by Nectarbee's incessant chattering.
The blue-grey tom regarded Nectarbee with an unimpressed expression, eyebrows raised slightly. "Ah, yes. The blueish-pinkness of the sky - a point I had not considered." He glanced briefly upward, wrinkling his nose and squinting against the glare of the sun. He was sure he'd appreciate the colors more if he could actually see them. He wasn't usually awake early enough to watch the sky change colors as the sun rose.
Ceruleantide flattened his ears and took a step back as Nectarbee bounced towards him, her face all lit up. The molly was far too close to him for his comfort level. "Oh, me? Go hunting with you? Really?" His voice was laden with sarcasm to prevent any real hint of excitement creeping in. He didn't often get invited to hang out with others. The reclusive fisher usually kept to himself, only interacting with his Clanmates when assigned to patrols. Quite frankly, he was surprised Nectarbee wanted him to come along.
He huffed irritably. "If I must. I suppose someone's got to keep you from getting swept out to sea. Er, that is," he stammered, nodding toward the other warrior, "if Mousestorm doesn't mind, of course. I could go fetch another fisher for you, if you'd prefer." He hovered awkwardly near the camp entrance, both wanting and not wanting to go at the same time. If Mousestorm said no, he'd just leave. No big deal.
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 19, 2021 9:33:29 GMT -5
Mousestorm
Tom| pan| hunter| 60 moons
Mousestorm looked between Nectarbee and Ceruleantide, before he gave a sigh. He could tell that the other tom didn't seem to vibe well the she-cat. Nectarbee has always been a force to be recon with.
"If you want to join," he turned his head towards the other tom, "The more, the merrier. If you want to grab another Fisher, go ahead."
"As for you," he looked to Nectarbee, "You could learn a few things from Ceruleantide, especially if you tried to fish the other day."
Rosepaw
Tom| homosexual| fisher app| 8 moons
Rosepaw simply watched his friend, before he noticed Lotuspaw. He didn't react to her. He had nothing against her, he just didn't know her well. Well, to be fair, he didn't like anyone but Reefpaw. Rosepaw knew that would probably become friends with the other apprentices, but why would he put in the effort if he already had a friend? The apprentice waited for Reefpaw to come back from the tunnel with whatever he picked to their meal.
super short for Rosepaw ee
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Post by Daydreamer on May 19, 2021 9:40:11 GMT -5
Hey guys! So sorry I've had a mega busy week, I'll be getting responses up hopefully by tonight, I so appreciate your patience.
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on May 19, 2021 18:52:50 GMT -5
[Vixen]
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While Vixen was grateful to be joining her friend on her journey home, anxiety sparked in her chest almost every day. What if the molly didn't know her clan like she believed she did.? What if her clanmates welcomed her home, but insisted that Vixen was not one of them.? What if she was turned away and sent back into this dangerous land, this time alone once more. While she still had a lot of life left in her, the older feline couldn't help but know she wasn't the young molly that she use to be. She would never make it on her own, no matter how much of her life she had been by herself or only with one other.
A tail brushing her side, caused a flutter of feelings to rush through the russet red molly. Turning her sharp green eyes to observe her friends half black, half creamy orange face. Giving a light purr to Coralheart's comment, she twitched her whiskers in laughter. After a moment, Vixen turned her gaze back ahead and moved quickly. The two carried on in silence, for what felt like many moons. Yet, as the tangled jungle began to open up, it seemed to open the Costalclan up to conversation. Flicking her ears as the molly's thoughts were spoken out loud, she gave another encouraging purr. "I'm sure whatever they decided to do, they are the best at their duties. What are you hoping they will have chosen.?" For a moment she paused, before giving a teasing bump of her shoulder against Coralheart's. "I bet you a moons worth of the best prey that one of them followed in yours and Edgewing's pawsteps." She swung a paw out in front of her, as if showing the molly written words in the air. "I can see it now. Guard written all over their destiny,"
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[Oceanpaw]
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With Barracudapaw & Lotuspaw.|| little blu β₯ & Tealraven
Mentions Rosepaw & Reefpaw
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Before Oceanpaw had even hit the cave entrance to join the clan back out in the open clearing, the scent of Barracudapaw drifted around her. Scrunching up her nose in annoyance before painting a fake smile on her little face, the little molly pushed her way out of the fresh-kill cave, Immediately her denmate's voice filled her ears and a mixture of pale yellow and green eyes met her Ocean colored ones. 'What's it to you.?' She thought irritably before answering in a calm and collected voice. "Oh. Good morning, Barracudapaw. I see you are finally awake. Did you sleep well.?" She scanned the ginger and white tabby with an almost contempt look, yet she blinked it away quickly. "I caught a small fish. Not much to brag about." Her tone quickly changed to one of warmth as Reefpaw and Rosepaw padded up. Her brother brushed against her in a warm greeting before pushing into the fresh-kill cave. She blinked welcoming blue eyes at Lotuspaw as she joined them as well. "Good morning, Lotuspaw. Guppypaw told me last night that you found the most beautiful seashell." Stetching out her black legs before giving her body a shake, she sat down and curled her tail over her paws. Everyone knew she was a sucker for seashells. And it was no secret that her and Barracudapaw got under each others fur. While Oceanpaw was usually so supportive and kind to everyone, as well as anxious, it was a completely different story when it came to the guard apprentice. Flashing a look back at the molly, she huffed slightly.
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[Hibiscuspetal]
||Medicine Cat||Molly||68 Moons||
With-Open|| little blu β₯ ???
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A loud thump sounded from right inside the camp entrance and the reddish tinted shape of the clans medicine cat lay sprawled out in the sand. Small tan seeds spilled out of a large leaf she had been carrying. Sand had sprayed all over the molly and a slap of a paw came from the usually calm medicine cat. "Oh for the love of the ocean. I spilled my Coriander seeds. I'll never get them out of this sand!" Scrambling to her white paws, fur ruffed and whiskers twitching, the molly struggled to find the seeds in the sand that decorated the clans camp. Mumbling under her breath, a long tail lashed back and forth with agitation at her clumsiness. How could she have tripped right over her own paws.? And in front of everyone at that!
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[Seastorm]
||Elder||Tom||110 Moons||
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A soft snoring sounded from a clump of grass where Seastorm lay curled in a tight ball. His scruffy blueish gray fur was messy and sticking out all over the place. A rise and fall of his flank showed he was deep in sleep. While most of the clan slept in nicely made nests, Seastorm had claimed a particular patch of grass when he had been forced to retire. It was taller than he was and he had flattened the middle of the patch to make a comfy spot for himself, while still surrounded and hidden by the tall blades. A small entry into the patch of grass revealed the sleeping tom, but the noise of his snoring could be heard through the entire clearing. The fully blind elder was known for his noisy sleeping, yet it had become worse as he had gotten older. -βΌ-βΌ -βΌ -βΌ-
[Guppypaw]
||Collector Apprentice||Tom||8 Moons||
With Wrenwillow|| πππ’ππππ
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Guppypaw had been the last one to leave his nest, which was close to the other apprentices, again. He always stayed in his nest until everyone else had left, unless he was called upon by his mentor. He sighed slightly as he looked to the group of felines. They had all gathered near the fresh-kill pile and were chattering away like seagulls. Rolling his eyes slightly, he looked around for his mentor, Wrenwillow. Would they be going out today.? Did she have something to show him.? Could he convince his mentor to show him The Wilds.? He'd been an apprentice for 2 moons now, and the clan had insisted that he was to be kept away from the dangerous jungle. Tucking his crippled and tiny bent right leg to his chest, the shaggy white tom sat down. His silver tabby markings gave some color to his face and body, Blue eyes landed on Lotuspaw and he watched the fellow apprentice with her sister. While his best friend in his eyes was Reefpaw, he could feel his paws tugging to get closer to the ginger and white tabby. Yet, the tom never did attempt at it. Always keeping more to himself.
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[Peachsplash]
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Scanning the thick vine filled jungle, Peachsplash left her scent along one of the tall trees before moving along. Ears on high alert and dark amber eyes moving to take in her surrounding, the guard moved cautiously and carefully. Every so often she would leave her scent along a tree, bush or vine. It'd been many sunrises since the creamy peach and gray splashed molly had been out of the camp. She'd taken the night guard duty over the camp to give Edgewing a break. She knew how her father felt about being trapped within their home. He would do his duty, but she knew he got antsy when he couldn't come to the jungle beyond their sandy beach to look out for his long-lost mate, and her mother.
While Peachsplash had been very young when her mother had disappeared, she still remembered her from her days suckling from her mothers belly. Images of dark blue eyes looking down on her, filled her head for a moment. After a second of seeing Coralheart's face, Peachsplash shook her head. It'd been 38 moons. She'd only been a pawful of days old. Only had her eyes opened for 3 days when her mothers familiar scent and face hadn't returned. She remembered how devastated Edgewing had been, searching for her for many moons. Now, he had given up on the search, but she was sure he still waited for her return, even after all these moons.
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 20, 2021 13:10:59 GMT -5
[[ There's a joining page actually, Fallen! c:
Here's the link for you! ^^ link ]]
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 20, 2021 18:28:41 GMT -5
[[ Replies will be going up tonight, everyone, I'm sorry for the delay! <3
Also, the plot section has been updated. ^^
If anyone wants to claim more of Coralheart's kits, please let me know because I plan on bringing her back into the clan within the next few posts and it could be the opportunity for some touching family moments or some drama! ^^ ]]
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 20, 2021 18:37:51 GMT -5
Me contemplating joining because I have no impulse control whatsoever. XD)
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Post by Daydreamer on May 21, 2021 6:13:28 GMT -5
γ Sparkseeker γMaking an effort not to chuckle at the warrior's emphatic glower, the glitter to his gaze was poorly restrained. With their difference in size, it did feel a little bit like being threatened by an kitten. "I apologise, I had meant no offence," he had, but didn't intend to argue. Or at least he hadn't meant to strike a nerve was perhaps more accurate.
"Even if we don't intend to find mates, it will be nice for new romance," his gaze casts notably in the direction of the nursery. It had been empty for some moons, Sparkseeker had been fortunate to be given an apprentice; a somewhat sore subject given his status as newcomer, and he new there were others quite eager for the opportunity. "Its been some moons since I've had a kitten try to climb me like a rather fluffy oak tree, its been quite peculiar."
"I can understand that sentiment at least," Sparkseeker responds with a somewhat rueful flicker in his gaze, though the permanent grin remained attached to his features, it seemed somewhat forced now. βI think the stars have forsaken me to be ever alone, my own mother didn't much like me," he could picture the golden warrior now and that venomous look that could burn through steel. "I was plenty useful to her, but she never saw me as anything else." little blu β₯ 's Nautilusstar
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Post by Tealraven on May 21, 2021 20:45:57 GMT -5
( hey, little blu β₯, are you waiting on me to reply with Ceruleantide before you reply with Nectarbee? Or should I wait for you to reply first? Idrc but I didn't want to cut you off if you were already writing something! c: ) |
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 21, 2021 20:49:44 GMT -5
[[ Tealraven - I am actually writing up a reply for Nectarbee now, Teal, so if you want to wait to reply with Ceruleantide till after that, that's fine! c:
Sorry for the delay, I know I promised stuff would be up yesterday, but I ended up having some medical issues and had to sign off earlier than I thought last night. I'm working on replies now! <3
~Skyblaze~ - Also, Sky, we'd love to have you if you want! ^^ ]]
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Post by Tealraven on May 21, 2021 21:07:54 GMT -5
( oh no! medical issues can be scary. I hope it all worked out and that you're feeling better today. <3
no worries and absolutely no rush, take the time you need! ^^ )
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 21, 2021 22:55:42 GMT -5
nectarbee
coastalclan ; molly ; hunter ; 25 moons
The golden she-cat nodded empathetically at the tom's comment on the sky, peering at him with her bright eyes. "You should! Maybe if you noticed more of the pretty things in life you'd be less grumpy," she joked, lifting a paw to touch the tom's nose lightly. "Besides, there are so many beautiful things in this life. Like the dew when it glistens on the glass or the bright colors of birds against the green of the trees," Nectarbee purred, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. While some cats may have gotten offended at the sarcasm, Nectarbee was a bit oblivious to it entirely. Instead she nodded eagerly, a smile lighting up her face. "Yes, of course!" she mewed, glancing at Mousestorm briefly. The huntress couldn't help but skip in a circle around the two toms before pausing to grin at Ceruleantide. "Oh! You'd swim out after me? That'd be awesome! Maybe you could show me a few tips? I could help you with some land-hunting too, if you want?" she offered sunnily. "Why would we need another fisher? We have you and you're plenty capable! I've seen you catch some pretty cool fish, not to mention yummy!" Nectarbee appeared genuinely confused for a moment, her gaze slipping between the two toms considering. Why would they need another fisher? So weird.
reefpaw
coastalclan ; tom ; fisher apprentice ; 7 moons
Reefpaw climbed back through the tunnel, nodding at his den-mates before padding towards Rosepaw. The black and white tom settled down beside the other apprentice and stretched out a bit, enjoying the sunshine. "I hope this tang is alright? I think Silverfin caught it yesterday," the tom said, flashing a smile. He lifted a paw and pulled it across his whiskers briefly. He personally couldn't wait to get out in the water again today. He loved swimming, it was by far his favorite activity. 
coralheart
coastalclan; molly ; outsider ; 68 moons
The marbled she-cat let out a mrrow of laughter at her friend's bet and prediction, thinking of her kittens following in her and Edgewing's pawsteps. The thought brought a burst of warmth to her chest, pride and love a potent combo. "You think so? I always worried how Edgewing and I were going to raise them properly with out busy guarding schedules... I had a few nightmares they'd grow to resent us," she admitted, a bit more quietly. Her dark blue eyes were sad but she hadn't admitted this out loud in quite some time. In fact, the last time she'd brought this up, she'd been pregnant. The barest trace of salt was now clear on the breeze, sending a pulse of excitement through the Coastalclan molly. "Oh, we have to be close! I smell the ocean!" she purred, rushing forward, her paws kicking up grass and sand, fronds and brush catching against her thick coat. Coralheart had to run, to match the rhythm of her heart. She hadn't felt this close to being home in 38 moons. She was so close, the molly could practically taste it. Vixen's words had been right this time. This had to be the day!
lotuspaw
coastalclan ; molly ; collector apprentice ; 7 moons
Lotuspaw could feel the tension between the two mollies now, though she had to wonder why she hadn't expected it. Barracudapaw and Oceanpaw always had this... competition? Maybe that wasn't the right word. There was something between the two and while it sometimes wasn't obvious, it was there nonetheless. The ginger and white tabby felt a stab of defensiveness for her sister, her amber eyes narrowing slightly. "Oh, it was pretty enough, I should show it to you later," the feline mewed, keeping her tone carefully neutral. She wouldn't take sides unless something rude was said about her litter-mate. She didn't have any beef with Oceanpaw as long as she kept her opinions about Barracudapaw to herself. She adored her sister and that would never change. "It looks like it'll be a nice sunny day out," she commented, trying to direct the conversation in a more neutral way. 
nautilusstar
coastalclan ; tom ; leader ; 49 moons
Nautilusstar ducked his head, embarrassment mixing with the deeper feelings of defensiveness. The tom fought off a deeper scowl, his ears falling a bit closer to his head. He hadn't meant to accuse the tom or anything... "No, it's fine," he gruffly replied, his ears twitching. A stone got stuck under his pawpad and he rolled it away, listening to it clatter across the ground. More awkward silence settled between them. "Hm. It would be nice to have new kittens. You look nothing like a tree though," the white tom commented, taking a closer look at Sparkseeker. No, the tom was much too handsome and soft to appear anything like a tree. Those thoughts had come suddenly and brought another strange feeling to his chest. Chatting with the guard was becoming a lesson in new experiences and feelings. Nautilusstar didn't quite know how to feel about that. "My father was much the same," the leader admitted, a darker look crossing his face. The tom despised speaking of Driftgaze, he didn't think the evil-souled tom deserved a moment of his time. Feeling a bit exposed and no doubt Sparkseeker felt the same, the tom got to his paws with a small stretch. "I should get patrols going and set up," the tom admitted, since he couldn't seem to find hide or hair of his deputy. The dull white feline let out a silent sigh. Just another task to add to his ever growing list. β [ Sparkseeker(Daydreamer ) ] β [ Sun Rock, in camp ] β |
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 22, 2021 16:48:18 GMT -5
I am sorry! My fur baby had some surgery done so I have been watching over him for a few days. Iβll respond soon!
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Post by shadowstreak on May 22, 2021 20:01:07 GMT -5
Darkwater stretched each of her limbs stiffly as she padded from her nest into camp. The smell of reeds still clung to her silver tabby fur as she gave her pelt a vicious shake; in part to get the sand out of her fur, but mostly to wake herself up. Blinking slowly, she waited for her eyes to grow accustomed to the bright sunlight before scanning camp to see who all was about. It didn't take her long before her gaze found the Sun Rock. Her gaze softened momentarily as they rested on her brother. Nautilusstar was the one who stepped up and set her on track when they lost their mother and she was fiercely devoted to him because of it. Though he might be more responsible, Darkwater was definitely the more assertive. At least, she was much more forthcoming about it. Perhaps it was just stubbornness, in the end. Regardless, it gave her results and thatβs what was important after all. Eyes narrowing, she looked now to Sparkseeker beside him. The orange tom was definitely more outspoken than her brother and the she-cat's tail twitched in partial amusement and part concern. However, she didn't have time to ponder long before Nautilusstar stood and began looking around. Patrols. She thought to herself, quickly giving her chest a lick before padding over to the two toms.Β
Giving Sparkseeker an obligatory nod of greeting, Darkwater gave a slight smile to her brother, "Don't you look more burdened with responsibility than usual." She meowed as she touched her nose to his, her tone both teasing and genuine. "Anything I can take off your paws?" She was proud of her brother. He lead the clan well and was respected by all. However, Darkwater worried for him; he was always one to take on all the responsibility and too often she saw the familiar tiredness in his glassy eyes. The silver she-cat had never been envious of her brotherβs position, nor did she see herself ever desiring such status for herself, but she did care for Nautilusstar and wished to be of assistance to him when she could. |
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Post by Tealraven on May 23, 2021 18:54:46 GMT -5
( been feeling under the weather today, but replies are coming, slowly but surely <3 )
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 24, 2021 16:20:38 GMT -5
[[ Sorry all, the weekend was insane for me and they usually are. But I'll try and get some replies up either tonight or tomorrow. c:
I hope your furbaby is doing better, Lord!
And Teal, I hope you're feeling better, dear! <3 ]]
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on May 24, 2021 17:45:37 GMT -5
[Vixen]
||Rogue||Molly||70 Moons||
With Coralheart|| little blu β₯
The Wilds.
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At her friends confession, Vixen gave a soft trill of a noise to show her that she had heard and she was understanding. While Vixen had never had any kits of her own, and she would never truly understand her friends problems, she did her best to acknowledge her and her thoughts and feelings. The russet red and black molly opened her maw to answer, when the faint scent of the ocean filled her senses. Turning her green eyes to look at Coralheart, she was about to speak when excitement seemed to explode from the pretty marbled clan molly.
As the younger molly took off at a rushing speed, Vixen charged after her, practically slipping on the sand and grass as the jungle started to thin out around them. She couldn't help but feel excited for her friend, but anxious for herself. She tried to catch up to Coralheart, but couldn't keep up with her friends excitement and determination to reach the end. "Please be careful, Coralheart! We don't know what is out there!" -βΌ-βΌ -βΌ -βΌ-
[Peachsplash]
||Guard/Hunter||Molly||38 Moons||
About to be Coralheart & Vixen|| little blu β₯
Near The Wilds.
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After some time of moving in slow motion, Peachsplash finally gave her thicker fur am aggressive shake. "Oh, come on Peach. Get your head on straight." With a huff, she moved quicker, eyes darting to and fro. She started to move amongst the thick jungle, keeping near the edges. She didn't want to go too far when she was all alone. Her father would fall apart if something was to happen to her, she was sure of it. Poor Hibiscuspetal would never hear the end of it, if she couldn't fix her. Giving a tiny laugh, the young guard marked along the border, before moving back towards the comfort of the open air. Her ears swiveled back, listening for any movement around her. For a moment, she was sure she had heard someone call out, but after a moment of silence, she continued on. "You're losing it, Peach. I swear. Hearing ghosts."
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[Edgewing]
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Rumblingthunder|| Fallenleaves
Positioned at camp entrance.
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Edgewing had been watching the activities of clan life moving around him from his position beside Rumblingthunder. His thoughts had wondered to his daughter, Peachsplash, who had taken his post to go along the border of The Wilds. His heart swelled for a moment at the molly. She had grown so much, her mother would have been so proud of her. At the thought of Coralheart, Edgewing felt a familiar pang of sadness ache in his chest.
The contagious yawn of the younger guard beside him caused the older tom's ears to flatten slightly as his own jaws stretched in a yawn. A snort escaped him at the end of his yawn and he wacked Rumblingthunder gently with his shoulder. "Enough of that nonsense." He then stretched out his claws slightly, a rumble of agreement sounding from him. "It sure is. I'm sure everyone is enjoying it."
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[Dawnshell]
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Faintlight|| Fallenleaves
In Camp.
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Tucked away in the shadows of a rock outcrop that was big enough for a few felines, Dawnshell had hid in the farthest corner, almost consumed in darkness. Her ginger and brown flank was hardly noticeable, as she was still partly covered in sand from her morning fishing trip. Orange eyes were closed, until the scent of Faintlight filled her nose. Opening her eyes, she saw the molly settle down with her back to her, clearly unaware that the fisher was in the same area. Without thinking, Dawnshell spoke, forgetting how timid Faintlight could be at times. "Trying to escape some of the heat as well, Faintlight.?" She gave the white and grey bengal a warm blink of her eyes as she spoke. -βΌ-βΌ -βΌ -βΌ-
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Post by Pearl on May 25, 2021 10:17:49 GMT -5
Shellstormκ§ Molly // 49 Moons // Hunter // Heterosexual κ§
open // open // Camp
The cream she-cat was curled up in camp, seemingly asleep. The only sign that she wasn't asleep was the way her ears were perked up and alert. Shellstorm, the rumour-mongering cat was fishing for information, and the only way she could do that was by listening in to the conversations of the other cats. If she caught even a glimps of information that she didn't know of yet, she would listen with full focus. This was something she wouldn't always do, but as of right now, she was resting before she went back out to hunt. If Shellstorm wasn't out hunting, she would mostly rest in the most populated areas. It was safe, and full of cats that had plenty of gossip. Otherwise, if she were truly restless, Shellstorm would roam the Wilds in search of other cats to find out any information. Shellstorm always had a lot of miscellaneous information in her brain, and she can never tell what may pop up in her mind. To others, this may seem eccentric, but to Shellstorm, it was simply the way her brain handed her information. She didn't mind how her brain would jump from one topic one minute to a completely different one the next. Owlsplashκ§ Molly // 34 Moons // Fisher // Heterosexual κ§
open // open // Clearwater Beach
Owlsplash was swimming off the shore of Clearwater Beach, further from the beach than usual. She decided to go fishing here because she wanted to practice her swimming. Swimming even during the low tide is very tiresome due to the waves and water currents. It always made things hard, but the strong swimmer Owlsplash will always practice here. She's always loved water, even when she was younger, and will always go for the more dangerous options to increase her swimming strength. Her reasoning is that if a cat is injured, and ends up swept by the current, she'd be able to help them. It's for the good of the clan. She's the type to even head towards a current to be swept away by it and fight the current on her own so that she'd have the ability to escape it when she needs to. Having lived near the water most of her life, Owlsplash knew how dangerous the ocean and its current is, and wants to be prepared for anything and everything. As she swam, the she-cat's face was still as blank as ever. Even in the water, no one would be able to tell that she was currently loving every single moment of the swim. Ashspiritκ§ Tom // 40 Moons // Collector // Heterosexual κ§
open // open // The Wilds
The fluffy black tom made his way through the jungle. He hadn't been back to the nursery since his kits became apprentices and he was still unsettled by Reefpaw's injury. He was still processing the emotions he felt when he found out that Reefpaw's hip wasn't going to get any better. It was the first time in his life that he'd felt such emotions, and he was still unsure on how to process them. He'd never felt anything for any cat of the clan. Of course, he knew what being proud felt like, because that's how he's felt every day of his life for being a clan cat, but anxiety and fear were never emotions he's felt before, and yet he's felt them now. He knew he cared somewhat for his kits, but that was it. He didn't even feel anything for his mate. All he felt was that she was suitable for bearing his kits. Of course, he could act like a loving mate, but he never truly felt like one. All these new emotions were really messing with his mind and he didn't like it one bit. Snowstemκ§ Tom // 25 Moons // Fisher // Homosexual κ§
open // open // The Vanishing Pools
Snowstem sat on the rocks near the Vanishing Pools, peering into the small bodies of water. He was looking for anything to catch. Despite loving water, Snowstem wasn't feeling like getting his pelt wet, and so decided to stay in a relatively dry place and only allow his paws to get wet. He was hoping he'd be able to find some crabs or even small fish. There are times when a cat might just want a small snack rather than a large meal and a smaller fish is more than enough for that. He waits patiently, moving between the different pools to find something appetising. Unfortunately, he hadn't found anything yet, but that didn't deter the snow leopard coloured tom. His aquamarine eyes stayed glued to the pools, his adamant nature clearly shining through. Squirrelmistκ§ Molly // 30 Moons // Collector // Heterosexual κ§
open // open // Palm Circle
Squirrelmist was trying to climb up the palm trees. She bunches her hind legs, and leap up. As she jumps, her claws sink into its trunk. She slowly tries to make her way up, but unfortunately, her claws can't grip the trunk well enough, and she ends up falling off. If she did manage to climb up, she wouldn't have to worry about her weight, since she's a rather small cat. When she falls, she falls onto a small patch of flowers. Her reasoning for trying to climb the palm tree is that there is a nicely sized hive that seemed to be dripping with honey. Well, she could smell the honey. She continued to gaze up, and try and make her way up the palm tree once more. This will be her tenth try, and hopefully, she'll be able to make it. She really wants to eat some honey. Bluepawκ§ Tom // 8 Moons // Guard Apprentice // Homosexual κ§
Rp Cat // Username // Camp
The second Bluepaw wakes up, he looks for Rumblingthunder. He wanted to find his mentor so that he could learn more. The tom had always been facinated with learning how to fight. He wants to protect his clan and being a guard is the best way to do it. The avid learner searches the camp for his mentor, his green eyes scanning every nook and cranny in his view. Unfortunately Rumblingthunder wasn't around. Bluepaw huffs softly. Because he'd just woken up, his pelt was a little messy, so Bluepaw decided to straighten his pelt up before he started running around for his mentor. He quietly grooms his pelt. |
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 25, 2021 12:33:49 GMT -5
nautilusstar
coastalclan ; tom ; leader ; 49 moons
The tom began the tried and true process of sorting through patrols in his head, trying to account for the entire rest of the day. His gaze narrowed in on the sand before him, as though he could see the patrols written in the grains. He'd been doing this job since he had been assigned deputy moons ago, so while it wasn't new to him, it did add another pressure to his shoulders. Nautilusstar felt a small pulse of pain behind his left eye, the beginning of what would probably be a horrific headache. He'd push through. He lifted his head at the approach of paws, his glass colored gaze zeroing in on his sister. His scowl softened and he touched noses with her gently, letting his eyes fall closed briefly as he took in Darkwater's familiar scent. "I don't know what you mean?" the white feline muttered, partly out of reluctance and partly out of confusion. Did he really hide his stress so poorly? A leader was supposed to look composed and put together. If he couldn't even pull that off, what sort of authority figure was he? He cast a glance at Sparkseeker, wondering if he only saw a weak, overwhelmed tom as well. "Well since our deputy is nowhere to be found, I suppose some help with patrols would be useful?" he kept his tone carefully blank, face carefully neutral. Nautilusstar took a small breath, trying to remind himself that his sister especially and possibly Sparkseeker weren't against him. Both were simply trying to help. "Sparkseeker, if you could organize a flower picking competition of sorts for the apprentices this morning, before their training? Please take some other mentors with you, or at least some older cats. The apprentices can be rambunctious. Then take out a guard patrol later this afternoon? Unless you planned to train Barracudapaw? Maybe you could take her with you?" the tom had to take a moment to collect himself, unused to speaking so much at once. "Darkwater, we should get some hunter and fishing patrols going," Nautilusstar turned to his sister and tilted his head thoughtfully, his paws itching and his head aching. "I need to find two crabs for the Clan Games and also a log for the battle portion. If any patrols could keep their eyes out for these things, that would be appreciated," the tom ended on a heavy breath, his tail twitching behind him. He wondered if he should do some patrolling of his own today. Sitting in camp would get him nowhere closer to achieving his goals after all. There was work to be done, always.
coralheart
coastalclan ; molly ; outsider ; 68 moons
While she had heard her friend's warning and knew she should head it, Coralheart had never felt so close to being home in all the 36 moons that she'd been gone. The scent of salt and sand grew stronger by the second and the former guard pushed her paws faster. Fronds and thick undergrowth tried to trip her and she did stumble a few times but refused to go down, persevering right on through. As though in a dream, she began to spot familiar landmarks, like a crooked tree and a bush with bright flowers she'd always admired as an apprentice. She was at the border of the Wilds! "Home," her voice cracked, and her heart felt as though it was breaking in her chest as she finally saw the familiar sandy dunes and plains of beach grass. The tall trees of Palm Circle were visible from here. Memories of what felt like her past life flew through her mind, of times spent playing in the flowers with her sister, chasing the waves with Edgewing - then Edgepaw. Her Unity Ceremony with the tom she loved... her kittens. The marbled she-cat had come to a stand still, lost in the past, her eyes full of a deep grief. 
sunberry
coastalclan ; molly ; collector ; 56 moons
The molly had just limped out of the medicine den, after taking care of the thorn in her paw. Though it was sore, she would heal and she didn't think she'd take a break from her duties today. Her blue gaze slid to Hibiscuspetal when she spilled some seeds into the sand. The ginger and white she-cat rushed forward to help the medicine cat, settling beside her and scrambling about, being careful with the coriander seeds. "Good morning, Hibiscuspetal," Sunberry greeted, once she and the older molly had rounded up all the seeds they could save. Unfortunately the sand had managed to "eat" some. That was the downside to living mostly on the dunes. The ground was shifted constantly and could be unforgiving and slippery at times. "Are you alright?" she mewed, concern in her tone. 
cranestep
coastalclan ; tom ; guard ; 38 moons
The predominantly gray and white tabby shook himself firmly as he padded back towards camp, having finished up a solo border patrol. He'd needed the time to clear his head a bit and nothing did the trick quite like being out on his own. Cranestep padded through the sand slowly, his blue eyes flashing to the guards that sat on either side of the entrance to camp. Rumblingthunder was there, along with his father, Edgewing. Pasting a tired grin on his face, the younger feline greeted both toms with a touch of noses, though the one with his father was ended with a brush of his forehead to the gray tabby's chin. "Morning. Do either of you need someone to relieve you?" Cranestep offered, stretching out his spine. He wouldn't mind guarding the entrance for a bit, or maybe seeing if there was another patrol Nautilusstar wanted him to go on. The sound of Nectarbee's eager voice and Mousestorm's calm tone following meant a hunting patrol was heading out at least. He could almost laugh at his clan-mate's antics. 
dunestripe
coastalclan ; tom ; guard ; 34 moons
The tom rolled over onto his stomach, sand clinging to his coat. He was feeling a bit overheated, even from the morning sun, and stood. Dunestripe shook himself out before stretching out his hindlegs until they trembled. A lazy day was just what the medicine cat ordered. Honestly, the guard had been on so many patrols within the past few days that he was feeling a bit worn down. With measured steps, the white and brown tom padded towards the water, intent on cooling himself off some. The familiar brown head bobbing above the water brought a smile to his muzzle. One of his rare genuine smiles instead of a smirk or charming grin. His sister was out already, battling the waves. While the two siblings had little in common, Dunestripe enjoyed teasing the heck out of his sister and at his core, loved her. "Couldn't say hi to your bro? You wound me, Owly," the tom taunted as he swam into the water. He wasn't near as skilled as his sister, but every Coastalclan cat was taught to swim, no matter the ranking. β [ Owlsplash(Pearl ) ] β [ Clearwater Beach ] β
lotuspaw
coastalclan ; molly ; collector apprentice ; 7 moons
While Oceanpaw and Barracudapaw had their stand off, the ginger and white tabby shifted a bit restlessly beside the two mollies. Most of her den-mates seemed crowded around the area, which was how Lotuspaw preferred things. All her friends being in one place, she thought about asking to share prey with Reefpaw and Rosepaw. However, she noticed that two were missing from the little powwow. Her amber gaze slid around the camp until it landed on Bluepaw and Guppypaw. Part of the molly hesitated to leave her sister and Oceanpaw, since a fight could honestly break out between the two, but at the same time, she didn't want to leave out the two toms either. "Guppypaw! Bluepaw!" she called, hopping up and padding back towards the apprentice's den. She cast a cheery smile at both of them, waving her tail in a friendly manner. "Did you two want to join us? We're all sitting over by the fresh-kill tunnel? Or I could grab something and we could share it over here?" she offered, not too bothered either way. Whatever her den-mates were more comfortable with was alright with her. |
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½
on May 25, 2021 19:12:45 GMT -5
(ooc: anywhere i could jump in as slugpaw? haven't roleplayed in a while so i am a bit nervous) |
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Fallenleaves
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Post by Fallenleaves on May 25, 2021 21:09:32 GMT -5
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w/Edgewing & Cranestep at camp entrance (β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ & little blu β₯)
Grinning Rumblingthunder took Edgewing's exasperated but affectinate blow, "Careful old tom, you might need to go take a nap." Rumblingthunder had slid so naturally into clan life that many often forgot he hadn't been born into it. Caring and defending others came naturally to the stocky tom, he'd felt there was no better place than here for him, no matter where he came from. Especially when the sesation of weariness and illness swept over him, whenever he thought to hard about his past it always gave him a splitting headache. That was enough for Rumblingthunder to deduce that whatever he left behind was best left there.
The soft padding of paws and whisper of fur drew Rumblingthunder's attention, his hazel eyes landing on the pale form of Cranestep. "How was your patrol?" He asked moments before they touched noses in greeting. A bit of heat crept up his fur at the action, wherever he'd come from the action had been more intimate if his pelt told him anything. Most of the time Rumblingthunder avoided greeting his fellow clanmates this way but never turned it down when others initiated for fear of hurting others feelings. He watched as Cranestep greeted his father in a similar manner. "If you should like to stand gaurd with your father i would not stand in you way." He offered both toms a pleasent smile. "I can undoubtedly make myself useful elsewhere." He stood just to show his conviction over the matter.
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A petrified squeak escaped the molly as she whirled around, dropping her mouse in the sand at her paws in the proccess. "Dawnshell!" The queen gasped, her swollen sides heaving with the sudden movement. "I didnt, I mean... I'm sorry for not noticing you before." Shifting uncomfortably the molly looked down at her prey, unable to hold the other molly's gaze. Dawnshell was a sweet she-cat who'd always tired to be nice to her and even make her feel included on the fishing trips the other fishers all held, even still Faintlight felt her pelt prickle like ants were crawling all over her fur.
'She's just laughing at you.' Nightrunner's smoky voice sounded in her mind, an echo of his past words. 'Do you really think she could have any fun with someone like you?' Faintlight cringed a bit where she was staring at her sand coated mouse.
"I'm sorry that I've intruded, i can find somewhere else." Gingerly the thin she-cat picked the prey up before she finally dared another look at her fellow fisher.
(First i hope my description of Faintlight isnt confusing, her belly is big with kits but her actual body is just off of emaciated. Secondly little blu β₯ just so you know i don't think Cranstep is on the allegiance. Thirdly ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½
is Slugpaw a gaurd? maybe they can join the three outside the camp entrance?) |
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½
on May 25, 2021 21:13:59 GMT -5
(ooc: Fallenleaves he is actually a collector so i am not exactly sure how that could work... would he be able to join still or should i just place him somewhere else?) |
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½
on May 25, 2021 21:37:17 GMT -5
A slender muddy brown tom-cat with a shaggy underbelly, white speckles dotting his coat, and dark brown eyes. Slugpaw tossed and stirred in the sand of the camp, not yet having moved from his place since he had awoken. He often struggled to get himself up and going once he had opened his eyes and this day was no different. Looking around, he took in a deep breath and exhaled, the freshness of the air giving him a brief moment of relief before he stumbled to his paws. He was pondering on what to do while he stretched his aching limbs one by one before spotting a group of his clan mates at the camp entrance. His tail twitched slightly as he thought about approaching them. Although they were his clan mates, nothing was more difficult than approaching another cat. It filled him with an unbridled anxiety that he fought to quench, shaking the sand off of his hanging fur as a way to brush off the feelings. Letting out another sigh, the tom-cat set forth paw by paw towards the entrance, trying to perk up as to not seem intimidated. His general body language expressed otherwise though. "W-What are you guys.. up to?" he sputtered out. Of course you went and messed that up he thought to himself, trying once again to straighten himself out with an awkward twitch to his face as he cringed outwardly.
(ooc: sorry if i don't get used to this right away, i'm still adjusting to the site rip x_x) |
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Post by shadowstreak on May 25, 2021 22:12:59 GMT -5
( α΄α΄‘Κ I can get up a starter for Gullchaser for Conchpaw if youβd like a bit of interaction for them! c: I just flew home today for a visit so Iβll get some replies up as soon as I can!) |
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