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Post by πππ₯ on May 10, 2021 19:44:25 GMT -5
go blu !!! they all look great and i am VERY excited for them all. β‘ i also definitely have some ideas i want to run by you for the sake of ~drama~. i'll get them all added now.
rat that's what i was thinking! normally it would probably be senior warriors, but for the sake of diversifying the rpers if anyone wants to be involved they definitely can be.
ALSO, sorry i haven't been on today yet, it has been... pretty chaotic. i'll get some replies up for everyone now though!
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 10, 2021 19:50:49 GMT -5
( oh, thanks hun! <3 i am so ready to listen, drama is wonderful. xD )
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Post by rat on May 10, 2021 20:19:47 GMT -5
Spiderleap -- 29 moons | Tom | Bisexual
His coat is a solid blueish grey with a tabby pattern that resembles eight spindly legs spread across his back, hence the prefix. He is fluffiest around his ears, neck, and tail, however his tail is ragged and scarred, with a small kink in the middle from an accident in his youth. He has long, powerful legs that allow him to jump high and far, suiting him well in a mountain environment during combat and hunting. His nose and paw pads are dark grey, almost black, and his eyes are a striking amber.
Spiderleap tends to hold others of same rank to the same high standards he holds himself, and sometimes sees follow warriors as incompetent if they do not fit these standards. He is prone to anger when spoken down to or pushed around, and can be defensive when criticized, so was unintentionally a nightmare as an apprentice. However, he gets along well with cats he respects, and enjoys helping others learn and improve their skills. The tom has a soft spot for younger, inexperienced cats, and does his best to help train the next generation of warriors. Other than being defensive of himself, he is a vicious fighter when his clan is threatened, sometimes throwing all care for himself out the window to defend them, and looks down upon those that pick on those weaker than themselves. Overall, a good, loyal friend to have that you certainly want by your side in battle.
Other: Open to family, crush, mate etc. I'd love for him to have an apprentice (even if the apprentice is intended to die in an attack)
[ rat ]ok I'm posting this on mobile which is a nightmare but here's my third tom πππ₯ )
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Post by πππ₯ on May 10, 2021 20:58:00 GMT -5
i just spent... way too long gutting the allegiances code because i am the messiest coder in the world. ._. got the warriors page to all match BUT the rest is for another day lmao. your warrior looks good Rat, i'll add him! love the name. i'll get apprentices assigned too and actually start replies now, RIP.
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 10, 2021 21:14:08 GMT -5
( Take your time, Fox! <3 I understand that coding can be a pain, trust me ~ )
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Post by πππ₯ on May 10, 2021 21:46:23 GMT -5
Oatpaw with Dapplefoot | Cottonwood Meadow
Strip the plants. Oatpaw repeated mentally. nodding to his mentor. He bowed his head into the soft green growth, wrapping his teeth at the base of one of the tendrils and pulling, the leaves of the plant tearing away into his mouth. He spat the pile he'd collected at his paws, wiping a stray leaf from his muzzle and shaking it from his foot back into its place. He repeated the process until the plant he'd been working on sat bare, like Dapplefoot had instructed.
"What have the last few Leafbares looked like in the medicine den?" He asked, glancing toward Dapplefoot with big yellow eyes. There wasn't the usual hint of wariness or even fear in his voice when he asked like there normally may have been. The apprentice was genuinely curious. The only Leafbare he'd seen has found him still stuck in the nursery. He'd been old enough to remember the cold; however, he had not joined the medicine den until the thaw was well underway. The cold season would obviously change some things for the medicine cats and Oatpaw likes to be prepared. ΜΆΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆβΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆ β
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Riverwing with Glacialwolf | Stoneclan Camp The sleek warrior watched as her mate cleaned his chest fur, tail swishing from side to side slowly. It gave away the antsiness she felt sitting in camp, yet to guard Stoneclan's borders or feed its hungry warriors. The weight of Glacialwolf's body helped to dispel some of the uneasiness from the molly's mind. Peaceful. She repeated Glacialwolf's words in her head, holding back a snort. Riverwing wouldn't have personally used the word to describe herself. Good warriors should rarely be "peaceful" in mind or body, as far as she was concerned.
"I'm never too peaceful for the hunt." Riverwing chided, whiskers twitching as she watched Glacialwolf groom half-heartedly. "Disturb all you need." Her tone was stern, but her expression looked more amused than anything. Glacialwolf was one of the only cats in Stoneclan that Riverwing lost her more serious air around, but even then it was an infrequent occurrence. "How was it, anyway?" She asked, curious about the happenings of her mate's morning, even if she hadn't been invited to share in them.
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Post by rat on May 10, 2021 22:38:54 GMT -5
[ πππ₯ ] "Not bad, for the most part." Dapplesky had only ever seen a few, but as apprentice and medicine cat they'd never entirely run out of herbs. "As long as we use things sparingly and don't let frost or snow into the stores, we're fine." It had happened once during his medicine apprenticeship; a heavy snowfall had managed to fill the store and some of the den, ruining all the dried herbs. Luckily they'd had excess stored elsewhere that year. "You shouldn't worry, this Leaf-bare won't be any different to the others." Reassurance was what Oatpaw needed, and Dapplefoot was happy to provide. Once the patch was stripped bare and they'd collected as much as they could, Dapplefoot lead the way to a small patch of borage. It wasn't so out of the way they'd have a longer journey to collect it, and he had noticed their stores running a little low lately. Because of the colder weather, there was no risk of getting stung by bees collecting the herb, which could be a problem during warmer moons.
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Post by Daydreamer on May 11, 2021 5:50:21 GMT -5
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If his mate's chastising bothered the warrior, nothing about his stoney features changed to indicated those emotions, he listened quite carefully with an ear perked in her direction though his gaze remained ever observant. It didn't bother the tom, he appreciated the fact that the shecat was always trying to better him, though from afar it might have seemed one of her more annoying traits. He was grateful for her, though never one to outwardly show it. "Apologies," he responds when she seems finished, kneading the ground as he tries to get more comfortable. "I will remember that for future notice," all this mate business was still rather new to the tom, and likely always would feel that way. But the least he could do was try his best. Glacialwolf's whiskers twitch lightly, about the closest show of amusement as he's prone to show on most occasions. He stretches out his hind legs, still somewhat sore from the mad and quite inelegant scramble he'd been forced to execute in order to not return to camp with a broken neck. "Nothing overly exciting," he downplays it though not for the sake of his own ego, preferring not to concern the shecat. "I had been checking the border scents and found that," he indicates the little bird with a twitch of his tail. "Had a small slip up catching the sparrow, nothing much."
πππ₯ βs Riverwing
This pair in a nutshell; I love you but VERY quietly.
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Post by πππ₯ on May 11, 2021 11:38:29 GMT -5
Oatpaw with Dapplefoot | Cottonwood Meadow
The little tom followed his mentor with the bundle of burnet clasped firmly in his jaws. He was comforted by the strong, familiar scent of fresh herbs and it helped him to better find his rhythm. Dapplefoot's reassurance also definitely did it's part to calm the tom's ever-running mind.
"That's good!" He mused, dropping his bundle of herbs at his feet to speak as they approached the borage. Absentmindedly organizing it into a neater pile with a paw, he began collecting borage beside his mentor. "At least there's been enough regrowth on these plants that we'll be taking back a good harvest. Surely this will be enough." The tom replied, nodding his head as if to convince himself of Dapplefoot's words and his own.
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Riverwing with Glacialwolf | Stoneclan Camp A "small" slip up, the warrior thought, ears flicking with mild annoyance. She had the feeling that Glacialwolf was hiding something, although she didn't pry. They were both rather private cats. However, she couldn't bite her tongue completely. "See, this is why you need to bring me along," Riverwing teased ever so slightly, flicking her tail across her mate's ears, perhaps how a mother would to scold a wayward kit. The warrior didn't tend to show favoritism in her concern for her clanmates, but Glacialwolf was strong warrior and one that Stoneclan needed able-bodied come Leafbare.
She prodded at the body of the sparrow between then, growing cold in the chill that had begun to settle over the camp as the sun began to pass it's peak. "Well, at least relish in your catch. You need to eat." She pondered her next move once the pair had finished their meal. It surprised her to not have seen Brackenstar yet, but no matter. Stoneclan's warriors were fully capable of taking up the clans responsibilities themselves... well, most of them, anyway. [ Daydreamer ] [ i definitely feel like they got together because they both were too awkward to actually romance anyone else but then realized they do actually love each other. xD
River was probably like... hmm... good warrior, doesn't talk much, and fluffy enough to keep me warm at night? perfect. ]
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Post by rat on May 11, 2021 13:40:21 GMT -5
[ πππ₯ ] He swished his tail to flick off some grass seeds. "We'll be fine." He purred, entirely sure this Leaf-bare would be no different to any other. He had full confidence that medicine cat and apprentice would be able to see the clan through. He took some borage between his own teeth, refusing to leave Oatpaw to do all the work. Though transporting many different herbs while foraging was an important skill to have, it wasn't like he'd never have help, even as a full medicine cat himself. And Dapplefoot wasn't the type to leave his apprentice to do everything himself.
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Post by Daydreamer on May 11, 2021 14:26:54 GMT -5
γ Glacialwolf γ
"StarClan knows I wouldn't have made it far at all without you there, so yes I probably should have invited you come to think of it," the tom muses with his usual stoic tone of voice. The side of his grey maw twitched upward almost imperceptibly, but was quick to disappear as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm grateful to be back in one piece, I'll be sure to bring you next time to ensure I remain a little more in tact." He scoffs at the suggestion but the sound is as close to playful as the warrior tends to be able to get. "I didn't risk life and limb for something for myself to eat," he grumbles with a twitch of his whiskers. "You enjoy it before some rowdy apprentice decides to spar you for it." The size difference between them had always been somewhat of a joke for the pair.
πππ₯ βs Riverwing
Obviously this is well off/might never happen depending on your wants for the character, but I think it would be hilarious if they had kits, and one [or all] were incredibly outgoing/talkative. and Riverwing and Glacialwolf just look at them thinking how in the name of sanity they produced these.
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 11, 2021 16:25:02 GMT -5
duskthorn tom ; warrior ; heterosexual
A soft yawn escaped the tom as he arched his spine, his legs trembling as he stretched himself out. He'd slept in an odd position last night and was feeling a bit sore this morning. Shaking himself, the golden brown feline peered around the camp as he took careful steps out of the ferns that hid his nest from the rest of the camp. He blinked slowly in the sunlight, waiting for his soft green eyes to adjust properly. Stepping off to the side of the main clearing, Duskthorn let his tail curl over his paws as he sat, letting himself wake up more fully now that he was out in the fresh air. He cast a glance at the fresh-kill pile, more gauging it's fullness than thinking about a meal. β [ tag ] β [ in camp ] β
cherryfall molly ; warrior ; homosexual
Waking up in the morning was a simple affair for Cherryfall, as she'd always been a bit of a morning cat. What did tend to bother her was sitting around waiting for the day to begin and her clan-mates to rouse. So she'd gone out to hunt on her lonesome, which she often preferred. It had been a quiet time where she didn't have to worry about anything but her paws touching the ground and where the next prey animal would be found. There were few things the calico enjoyed more than her morning hunts.
Now, her paws carried her back towards camp. two shrews and a mouse dangling from her jaws. The prey wasn't large but it was still something. Cherryfall winced as a wrong step sent a jolt of pain to her stomach, where her most hideous and deep scars remained. She'd nearly lost her life to that fox. Luckily, Dapplefoot had been quick on his paws. She often thanked Starclan for that. The fluffy feline ducked into camp, her teal gaze flashing to the stump that sat in the center of camp. She'd settle her prey on top and then see if maybe her sister was awake this morning.
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timbershade tom ; warrior ; bisexual
Timbershade was still fast asleep, snoring quietly in his nest, his tail tucked up over his nose as though to help muffle the noise. He was usually a late-riser and so it probably came as no shock that he was still snuggled up in his moss, his fur a mess of tangles. Every so often his ears and paws would twitch, lost in a dream that probably consisted of chasing squirrels. β [ tag ] β [ warrior's den ] β
thunderstep tom ; warrior ; heterosexual
Waking up with a headache was something Thunderstep had grown used to, unfortunately. It didn't help his mood any though. The large tom slipped out of the warrior's den, his golden eyes narrowed, and his ears flattened - both warning signs. He wasn't in the mood for socialization and hopefully his clan mates would get the idea. Maybe he'd get some hunting done on his own. Or he'd end up picking a fight with one of his clan mates, which wasn't exactly how he wanted the day to start off.
How Thunderstep had lasted this long in the clan or had any friends at all is a mystery to everyone - himself included. But he valued any relationships he was able to form, especially since they were so few. Waving his tail in greeting, he flashed a faintly respectful look towards the leader. Though he was quite the grouch, his father had instilled a sense of respect in him... before he was slaughtered. With that gruesome thought, Thunderstep immediately turned back towards the shadows, settling deep within them. His black coat made him almost invisible.
Silently he wondered if anyone would try and force him on any patrols. Spirits, he hoped not. He refused to be held accountable for his words if he was forced to people today. That was all on the head of whoever attempted to get him to socialize. β [ tag ] β [ in camp ] β
meadowlight molly ; warrior ; demi-sexual
Meadowlight had just woken up, lifting her head tiredly as she blinked in the soft morning light that filtered into the den. Stretching out her front paws, the molly sighed, debating how much longer she could lay here and enjoy the warmth of her nest. Probably not too long, before she would need to head out for the day. Sitting up in her nest, she smiled at the sleeping forms of her den-mates, a softness in her gaze that spoke of her caregiving nature. The young warrior stood and stretched, purring softly as she exited the den, padding past Duskthorn with a dip of her head. She found a patch of sunlight and settled down, beginning to groom her slightly messy coat, just so that it would lie flat throughout the day. Her blue eyes fell to half mast, her tail sweeping the grass behind her lightly. β [ tag ] β [ in camp ] β
dewpaw tom ; apprentice ; questioning
The timid tom was still sleeping, curled up tightly against the faint breeze that wafted through entrance of the apprentice's den. His tail was tucked over his nose and he never shifted, so still he could almost appear dead. Dewpaw was a heavy sleeper, always had been. He usually didn't sleep for too long though, since most of his dreams consisted of terrible nightmares that refused to leave him be. He was locked in one right now, trapped in the darkness all by himself with no way out. He tried to call up to his clan-mates, who he could just make out ahead of him but the merely sneered as they left him behind. It really was an awful dream, feeding on his deep fear of loneliness. β [ tag ] β [ in camp ] β
cloverpaw molly ; apprentice ; pansexual
Cloverpaw was up and at it this morning, her coat already groomed - or at least attempted - and she was raring to go. Which is why her paws carried her towards the Elder's den. She had a fresh thrush clamped in her jaws for Goosefur, her warm amber gaze lingering on her goal. She slipped inside the den quietly before setting down the fresh-kill, peering around until she spotted the dull silver coat of the elderly molly. "Goosefur, I brought breakfast for you," she mewed softly, sitting beside the small song-bird and tucking her tail around her snowy paws. Cloverpaw was easily intimidated by females and the elder was no different, though she admired her quite a bit. As a kitten she'd loved running into the elder's den to hear all sorts of stories from Goosefur and now as an apprentice, she enjoyed taking care of her and the queens inside the nursery. It seemed like such a small price to pay for all that they did for the clan... ( finally got all my starters up! )
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 11, 2021 22:13:18 GMT -5
Heyo, Ngl, Iβm not in a good head space rn. But, Iβll be back!//
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Post by πππ₯ on May 11, 2021 23:12:53 GMT -5
no worries Lord! mental health always comes first. good luck. <3 i'll get some replies up now.
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Post by πππ₯ on May 11, 2021 23:57:49 GMT -5
Oatpaw with Dapplefoot | Cottonwood Meadow
When Oatpaw was satisfied with his work, he sat down on his haunches with a purr, looking between his collected piles of borage and burnet and the stripped plants before him. With Dapplefoot's help, the pair has made quick work of the plants. Oatpaw felt contented with how much they had managed to harvest before the frosts, and felt sure that the medicine cats would have plenty to last them through the Leafbare season. If Dapplefoot thought so, then Oatpaw definitely agreed. Of course the more experienced medicine cat would know what he was talking about.
The little apprentice looked up at Dapplefoot with pride in his yellow eyes. "Is there anything else we should collect before we head back?" He asked, head cocked to the side and whiskers twitching with curiosity. If he was being honest, the majority of the herb store was well stocked, by a "normal" medicine cats standards. ΜΆΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆβΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆ β
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Riverwing with Glacialwolf | Stoneclan Camp "An angry grizzly would have a hard time taking this sparrow away from me, let alone some scrawny apprentice," Riverwing retorted with a hint of a purr. She wouldn't let a meal her mate had claimed to risk "life and limb" go to waste, let alone be stolen from her. But if Glacialwolf insisted on going hungry, that was his decision. As much as Riverwing wanted to mother him at times, she was not, in fact, his mother. Nor anyone's.
She finished the sparrow quickly, pushing the plucked feathers from it's body aside. They'd make for good lining for someone's nest, so she figured she'd leave the resource where it was to be claimed. However, the bones of the bird needed to be disposed of, so the she-cat gathered them in her maw and stood, glancing over her shoulder towards Glacialwolf. "Coming?" She inquired, an almost sarcastic note to her tone as she invited her mate to even a mundane task. "I need to bury this elsewhere." [ Daydreamer ] [ River will definitely take some convincing, but I can see it happening. Glacialwolf will have to be like "how better to serve the clan than to give it more strong warriors (with good genes xD)?" That is also hysterical so 100% it will happen. cx These poor two and their future crazy kids lmao ] ΜΆΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆβΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆ β
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Goosefur with Cloverpaw | Elder's Den Although she didn't technically have any responsibilities in her retirement, Goosefur was still typically an early riser. Her mother had always told her that it wasn't lady-like to sleep in, not was it warrior-like. So, when Cloverpaw entered the elder's den this morning, Goosefur was awake and had been spending her time tidying up. It got lonely being the only elder in the den, so Goosefur at least liked to keep it cozy and comfortable in the rock cleft.
As the apprentice entered, the elder's one good eye lit up, and she let out a warm purr of greeting. "Cloverpaw! Good morning, dear," She mewed, walking over to say hello to the little molly on rather stiff legs. She rubbed her muzzle along the apprentices cheek before observing the thrush that the apprentice had brought her. "Oh, that was awfully sweet of you." Goosefur complimented. "It looks delicious. What do you saw to sharing a meal with an old lady this morning?" She asked, although she didn't expect to steal too much of Cloverpaw's time. The elder recalled her days as an apprentice, always roaring off to do one thing or another. She definitely had not spent her morning in the elder's den, and that was something she regretted now that she was an elder, and realized just how lonely it could be. ΜΆΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆβΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆ β
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Mushroompaw with Dewpaw | Apprentice's Den Not the most... "go-get-'em" of apprentices, Mushroompaw was often found in the den even after the sun was reaching its peak in the sky. Whether he was still sleeping or just lounging in his nest, enjoying the simple comforts of, well, comfort itself, Mushroompaw typically had to be dragged out of the fallen tree that made up the apprentice's. Either with words or physical force. He was trying to relax on this morning, curled up in his well-fluffed nest of moss and feathers, but Dewpaw was making relaxation rather difficult.
He peeked over the edge of his nest and watched the apprentice with wide green eyes. Dewpaw thrashed a bit in his nightmare, and Mushroompaw contemplated waking him up. The tom had had nightmares before too, so he figured he might know how Dewpaw felt. Once, he'd dreamed that Thunderstep had taken a plump quail he'd been planning t0 eat right from between his paws! He hadn't even gotten a chance to the tender bird. It had been devastating. To think about it now still sent shivers down his spine. If Dewpaw's dream was anywhere close to as bad, he figured sparing him from the experience was for the best. "Dewpawwww," The apprentice whined from his nest, a pleading tone in his voice. "Deeewwwpawww..." He continued, reaching out with a paw to tentatively prod the tom.
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Post by rat on May 12, 2021 0:05:35 GMT -5
[ πππ₯ ] Dapplefoot shook his head. "This should be enough. No point in taking far more than we need and cluttering up the store." With as much as they had, they should get through Leaf-bare with some herbs to spare. They had a little while longer before the frost set in anyway, so if he changed his mind they could go out to collect more. "Most plants are beginning to wilt, anyway. Anything they produce now won't be as good as it could be."
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Post by Daydreamer on May 12, 2021 5:28:24 GMT -5
γ Glacialwolf γ
He shakes his head, resting head against dark grey paws, piercing orbs of ice blue looking up at her as she devours the sparrow, framed by masses of dark fur. That slight tilt to his lips showing a little more. He enjoys the peace that falls between them, never a pair that need to unnecessarily fill the silence, rather just enjoy one another's company. "I don't think even a grizzly bear would be brave enough to take you on," Glacialwolf responds, not a hint of doubt in his deep tone of voice. Spotting her intentions regarding the feathers, he hooks a small pebble and plants it firmly on the centre of the little, colourful pile so they wouldn't succumb to the gentle winds. Better the resource be used by the clan than reclaimed by the birds. As the shecat stands upright he sits straighter, tilting his head. He was a little tired, but didn't mind accompanying her on this fairly mundane task. "Happily," the warrior returns, though not an inch of his face reflected that word, he stands. Towering over Riverwing before he even reaches his full height. He gestures with a flick of his plumed grey tail, "Lead the way, I need someone who can fight grizzlies to protect me, surely."
πππ₯ βs Riverwing
I'm sure Glacial would be more than happy to take up the challenge!
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Post by little blu β₯ on May 13, 2021 13:05:03 GMT -5
cloverpaw molly ; apprentice ; pansexual
The molly resisted the urge to flinch when Goosefur came towards her, trying to remind herself that unlike most felines of the feminine persuasion, the elder seemed to be approachable enough. Her fear and intimidation when it came to other she-cats was almost pathetic but she'd had some bad run-ins with queens as a young kit and had latched onto her father more than anyone else... A surprised purr left her when the older cat brushed her muzzle against her cheek affectionately and Cloverpaw felt a sigh of relief bubble in her throat. Her amber eyes softened as her anxiety decreased, pushing her nose respectfully against the elder's soft shoulder fur. "Oh, it was no trouble," she mewed, a bit bashfully but truthfully. The silver tabby apprentice enjoyed taking care of the elders and queens. It didn't really bother her any to take on these tasks - even if the queens intimidated her like no other... "I would love to... if you think there will be prey to spare! I don't want you to go hungry..." Cloverpaw stumbled over herself in the way she only did when talking to females. Her skin heated up in embarrassment beneath her pelt. She didn't want Goosefur to think she didn't appreciate her or want to share a meal, especially since Cloverpaw woke feeling a little lonely this morning. Her father had been busier with his duties lately and she missed spending time with him. dewpaw tom ; apprentice ; questioning
Though the first whining call of his name hadn't done the trick, the paw to his shoulder had. The dark gray and white apprentice jolted up in his nest, his paws stumbling under him as his green eyes flew wide. His wild eyes rolled around in his skull, searching for any signs of danger or threat. He found none, only the sleeping form of his den-mates and the light green eyes of Mushroompaw peering back at him. The other tom appeared half-asleep, clearly displeased to be awake. Dewpaw blinked, adjusting to the situation as his heart began to slow from it's galloping pace.Dewpaw took a few deep breaths before edging back, deeper into his nest, away from the prying eyes of his den-mate. He had begun to put the pieces together and summarized that his nightmare had caused him to wake up the sleeping silver tabby. With a wince, he cast an apologetic look, opening and closing his mouth a few times. The problem was, no words would come out. His heart began to pick up speed again, his social anxiety building. "S-Sorry..." he finally squeaked out, before bolting from the den like hounds were chasing at his heels. He burst into the clearing and immediately sought a place to hide. Maybe he'd just leave camp all together? Dewpaw wasn't sure yet but he needed a place to calm down and he didn't know what to do. He never did. Quiet usually helped. Slinking into the shadows of the apprentice's den, the tom curled into a tight ball, trying to catch his breath and self-soothe.
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 14, 2021 17:25:51 GMT -5
Heyo, I am back. What has all happen in the rp when I was away?//
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 16, 2021 19:10:38 GMT -5
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Post by πππ₯ on May 18, 2021 16:52:37 GMT -5
very sorry about inactivity guys! summer classes started up for me and i have had a lot of... life stuff come up that i've had to deal with.
hope everyone is doing well and i can get some responses up now. (:
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Post by πππ₯ on May 18, 2021 17:07:33 GMT -5
Oatpaw with Dapplefoot | Cottonwood Meadow
Oatpaw nodded, pleased with the amount of herbs they had collected. "Fair enough," He replied to his mentor, glancing up at the sky to check the angle of the sun. It was dipping just past its peak, the morning waning away. At least it had been productive. "Shall we head back then?" Oatpaw asked Dapplefoot, pawing together his piles of herbs to keep them neat enough to be carried efficiently. ΜΆΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆβΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆ β
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Riverwing with Glacialwolf | Stoneclan Camp "If it had even half a brain it would know better," Riverwing snorted, continuing with Glacialwolf's comment about the grizzly. Although obviously not a formidable opponent against any kind of bear, Riverwing had still had her fair share of scuffles with other Stoneclan predators and lived to tell the tale. Usually she had come out of the battles relatively unscathed... key word being relatively.
She watched as the tom set a nearby stone on the feather pile, nodding her approval. Another thing she'd always liked about Glacialwolf was that he had a clever practicality to him. As her mate stood, she lead the way as he asked, shooting him a glance over her narrow shoulders with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe I should leave you behind if you're expecting grizzlies--they might spot you and confuse you for one of their own," Riverwing teased, her point really being made as she had to crane her neck to even look her mate in the eye as she spoke. ΜΆΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆβΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆ β
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Goosefur with Cloverpaw | Elder's Den Goosefur took a few steps back from the apprentice and looked her up and down appraisingly. She felt a great deal of pride in seeing the new apprentice in all her youthful energy, and with impressive manners for her young age. Goosefur remembered when she had been just a tiny tabby kit in the nursery, always hot on her father's paws. Yes, Stoneclan will be grateful for this one... she thought to herself approvingly.
"Nonsense, dear," She murmured, voice croaking a bit as she spoke. "You went all out of your way to bring me something, the least you deserve is some thanks." The elder nodded her head with an air of finality. Cloverpaw's comments about the prey made Goosefur let out a hoarse laugh, and she rolled the thrush Cloverpaw had brought over with a paw, showcasing its size. "There is plenty here for the both of us, sweetpea. It doesn't take as much as it used to to fill up this old bag of bones," Goosefur chucked, swishing her tail to invite Cloverpaw to take a seat if she wanted. "Yes, you youngins are who I'm worried about going hungry; ohh, I remember how y'all grow like weeds at your age." ΜΆΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆβΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆ β
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Mushroompaw with Dewpaw | Apprentice's Den WIP.
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don't hold me accountable for any characters i created when i was 16
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Post by rat on May 18, 2021 17:19:53 GMT -5
[ πππ₯ ] The dark tom nodded, proud of his apprentices efficiency. "I think once we get back you deserve some breakfast." The medicine cat and apprentice didn't tend to eat as much as the other clan members, what with not doing quite as much physical activity, but of course they still needed to eat. Hopefully there was something in the prey-pile for them. His tail swished jovially as he walked, enjoying the warm sun on his fur. Even so close to leaf-bare, when the sun reached its peak the rays cast were perfectly warm and comfortable. They reached the camp soon enough, Dapplefoot trotting happily through camp and to the medicine den. Foraging always made him feel better, especially on temperate days like this.
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Post by πππ’ππππ on May 18, 2021 17:45:43 GMT -5
Silverlamb She-cat | Bi | In Camp {with Cricketpounce}
The silver she-cat let out a purr, knowing full well that she did have a bit of daring side to her. As she padded along side Cricketpounce, she lifted his muzzle, sniffing the air for anything interesting. Though once Cricketpounce caught her attention, the she-cat's eyes landing on the squirrel, Silverlamb eyes narrowing playfully. "Oh, I am ready," she crouched, her behind doing a little wiggle as she readied herself.
omg here it is, very short ahh
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Post by πππ₯ on May 18, 2021 17:52:54 GMT -5
Oatpaw with Dapplefoot | Medicine Den
Oatpaw's eyes lit up at the mention of breakfast, and more notably, the phrase that he deserved it. Small phrases of pride or approval always made Oatpaw's pelt burn a bit in embarrassment, but that didn't mean that he didn't love receiving them. "Perhaps we can find something tasty to share," He pondered with a purr, thinking about what might await the pair on the stump upon their return.
The apprentice followed Dapplefoot back to camp, the trip passing rather silently as they both had their jaws occupied carrying their bundles. He entered the den behind the medicine cat, dropping the herbs near the store so that they could be properly tended to before being tucked away.
As Oatpaw set down his bundles with Dapplefoot, the lichen curtain of the den swayed as Brackenstar entered. Oatpaw shifted his eyes from between Dapplefoot and the Stoneclan leader, feeling a bit uneasy with the tense aura that Brackenstar had brought with him into the den. "I... I can take care of this," Oatpaw offered under his breath after the leader spoke, hoping to take some of the responsibility off of Dapplefoot so that he would have the time to speak with the leader. ΜΆΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆβΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆΒ«ΜΆβΜΆΜΆΜΆβΜΆ β
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Brackenstar with Dapplefoot | Medicine Den
Although Brackenstar had not shown his face in camp on this morning, the leader was not curled up in his den, catching a few extra hours of sleep like one may have presumed. In fact, he had been awake on and off for most of the night. Recently, the leader had been plagued by nightmares, although he could never make sense of the dreams. He figured they were caused by stress, or exhaustion perhaps, but regardless of their source, they were getting worse. And what was more, he had retained vivid memories of his nightmares from the previous night for the first time, and they were weighing on his mind. The leader could not clear them from his head nor piece together any meaning from them, other than a sense of fear and dread.
The chocolate furred tom heaved a sigh, putting an end to the consistent pacing he'd been practicing since before the sun had risen. His paws were sore from the continual, rhythmic motion of it and it clearly wasn't helping. What would help, what always seemed to help, would be to speak to their ancestors. Whether these dreams were a sign or a coincidence, surely Mothstar could set him on the right path.
Exciting the den, Brackenstar jumped nimbly down the face of the cliff wall, using the pawholds as he went. Without even a glance around the camp, for fearing to make eye contact with one of his clanmates, he slipped into the medicine den. Not seeing Dapplefoot in the main den, the leader nosed his way through the lichen curtain into the store. "Dapplefoot?" He called out to the medicine cat as he entered, first laying eyes on Oatpaw before he saw the little tom's mentor. He gave a respectful nod to the apprentice before turning his attention towards his mentor. "Can I speak to you? Privately...?" [ rat ] [ RIP to poor Dapplefoot's optimism. xD ]
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Post by Copperstarβ on May 18, 2021 18:00:07 GMT -5
Hello! I'm submitting some cats for this clan! let me know if I need to change anything!)) Mothlight 36 moons | Molly | Pansexual | Warrior Mothlight is a short, pudgy marbled golden she-cat who is very fluffy with striking hazel eyes. She has small dark speckles that go across her face underneath her eyes. She has a white underbelly, paws, and muzzle. Her ears are large and tufted. Mothlight is a very serious she-cat who always does what she's told. She prefers to be by herself, and can be snappy if she gets annoyed. She can tend to be more on the quieter side, but can be very loud if she's speaking about something important to her. Open to family,crush,mate,etc. [ Copperstarβ ] Applepaw(song) 7 moons | Molly | Straight | Apprentice Applepaw is a slim cream tabby she-cat with ginger splotches and stunning teal eyes. Her paws and belly are a silvery white. Her fur is medium length, and she has stubby ears with large, rounded eyes. Applepaw is a very talkative she-cat, although she refuses to talk about her past. She loves hanging out with the other apprentices, and swimming. She loves to run and feel the wind through her fur. She tends to be more on the rebellious side, sneaking out of camp, breaking rules, etc. Applepaw was born as a rouge outside of the clans, but her parents abandoned her in Stoneclan territory for the clan cats to take care of. Applepaw lets everyone think that she thinks her mother passed away, but she remembers everything. Open to family,crush,etc. [ Copperstarβ ] Shadowstep 56 moons | Tom | Bisexual | Warrior Shadowstep is a large, muscular jet dark grey tom with a white underbelly, chest, and muzzle. One of his eyes is a pale green, where as the other is a deep blue. His fur is very sleek and well-groomed. He has unusually long claws that don't retract all the way. Although he may look cold and harsh, Shadowstep is surprisingly very friendly and fatherly. He loves kits and apprentices, even if they can be a handful sometimes. He loves to go on patrols and be helpful to his clan. He is very responsible, and always tries to make the right decision for everyone around him. Open to family, mate, crush, etc. [ Copperstarβ ] Hollypaw(snap) 8 moons | Tom | Bisexual | Apprentice Hollypaw is a thin, jet black tom who has white paws and pale green eyes. He has short fur and a few small visible scars on his shoulders and haunches. He has long ears and small almond-shaped eyes. Hollypaw is more on the shy side, always wanting to do everything right, or not wanting to do anything at all. He doesn't like being the center of attention, and has had mental breakdowns before. He enjoys quiet-time and it always makes him more calm Open to family, crush, etc. [ Copperstarβ ] Honeyskip 38 moons | Molly | Straight | Queen Honeyskip is a large silk-furred pale calico she-cat with silvery blue eyes. She has large pale ginger spots around her eyes, ears, and back. She also has pale grey spots on her back, ears, haunches, and muzzle. Her fur is long and silky. She has large fluffy ears and large, oval eyes. Her tail is the fluffiest part of her by far though. Honeyskip is a very quiet and laid-back she-cat. She will tell things as they are, not lying to everyone and hating cats who do lie. She was very disciplined as a kit, and so she follows rules very closely. She's very loyal, and loves to watch the sun rise and set. She finds the sound of rain relaxing. Open to family, mate, crush, kits, etc. [ Copperstarβ ]
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Post by rat on May 18, 2021 18:17:00 GMT -5
he was having such a good day) [ πππ₯ ] Dapplefoot glanced briefly between his leader and apprentice, then dipped his head. "Of course." Even his previous optimism couldn't mask the tension Brackenstar was feeling. He turned to his apprentice with a purr. "Make sure you go get something to eat after you finish that up." He instructed, not letting his sudden worry show. Then he turned and followed the clan leader out of the den. Last time they'd spoken Brackenstar had seemed fine, if a little tired, so whatever news the tom had to tell it wasn't likely to be good.
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