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Post by parisiansteve on Jan 13, 2022 21:53:43 GMT -5
ROOKPELT
river | aether | moorwhisper
Rookpelt’s ears went flat against his head at Moorwhisper raised her paw. He laughed despite himself, crinkling his nose against her jest. He had to admit – though the wetness of his pelt was burdensome and heavy, the cold water against his skin was a welcome sensation. The humidity of the day was slowly being broken by the coming night and the cool air of evening’s approach only accelerated his comfort. Still, he gave his pelt an instinctual shake-out, sending small droplets of water out around him.
”Well, you know what they say,” he started, gingerly lifting his paws out of the murky water and back onto some nearby stones. ”Keep your friends close, and your prey closer.” The tom’s gaze was bright with conviviality, though it wasn’t uncharacteristic of them to be that way. He was an affable warrior with a true desire only for simplicity. Still, the trek they were on had had its effects on him; maintaining optimism in these conditions was certainly not a simple task, especially with a brother as a de facto leader.
This time with Moorwhisper, however, took him away from the frights of their journey. He wondered in this moment if they would have ever met one another without the disaster that befell their home territory. Perhaps they would have passed each other as a Gathering here or there, or heard a name in passing. More than likely, they would never have known truly of one another’s existence in any meaningful way. This was one unspoken benefit of such a tragic event – new friends emerge, even in the ruins of old relationships.
The jet black warrior smiled to himself at the thought of a new companion in the tabby molly beside him, but he quickly set his shoulders and put a determined look onto his countenance. ”It looks like you have a new clumsy apprentice to worry about,” his low timbre danced with bemusement, whiskers glittering with lingering droplets. ”We better catch something to bring back, I guess!”
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Post by parisiansteve on Jan 19, 2022 21:45:22 GMT -5
checkin in here - working on my robin reply ^^ hope all is well!
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Post by aether on Jan 30, 2022 6:14:33 GMT -5
 Moorwhisper
- With - [ Rookpelt ]
- Location - [ The Stream ]
- Tag - [ parisiansteve ]
After an exhaustive journey, Moorwhisper found herself relaxing. The babbling stream, the light-hearted jests, it brough back memories of hunting with her old friends. The familiar face of her her grey tabby sister Jaywhistle flashed over her vision; not only was she her littermate, but she was also her best friend. My better half. It wasn't unusual for Moorwhisper to feel bitter jealously when she looked at the other surviving RiverClan cats: Mistyfall and Pinefoot. Littermates who somehow managed to survive together, who had someone to lean on when the journey got hard. Even Rookpelt and Ashwhisker left her feeling green with envy when she watched the brothers rely on each other for decision making. For these reasons, Moorwhisper had found herself growing closer to Brindlefrost, a senior ShadowClan warrior who'd not only lost her mate, but also all of her kits. Realizing the heartbreak that Brindlefrost endured didn't make Moorwhisper feel better, in fact, she felt an unspeakable rage.
She turned her head as Rookpelt pulled himself from the water and crinkled her nose as he sprayed water in all directions. When he settled at her side she blinked slowly. She'd lost all that she'd loved when she left her home at the lake, but that didn't mean she had lost everything in her future. Perhaps eventually she would stop feeling guilty for having survived...
"I think you've scared everything here, let's go further upstream," she flicked his shoulder with her tail tip before padding up the stream, stepping lightly over the peaty bank.
Once she was satisfied that there was enough distance from where the fish would have been frightened, she felt at the ground and ensured it was stable before she sat down. "Be careful now," there was a tease to her tone. "The key to fishing is patience. In the forest you scent your prey, you hear it, and you stalk it. When you fish you have to wait for the prey to fall right into your paws." As she spoke her voice softened to a whisper, her green eyes slowly narrowing as her focus honed into watching the rippling top of the water. "Then when the prey swims up, you strike," her paw raised instinctively and a few silent heartbeats later she swiped her paw into the water, her claws curled into the scales of a fish and she threw it out of the water and onto the bank. Swiftly, she performed a killing blow. Her mouth began salivating the moment the scent fish her nostrils, she licked her lips and rose her head to look at Rookpelt, "It takes some time, they are slippery, but it's not too hard."
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Post by parisiansteve on Feb 8, 2022 23:51:41 GMT -5
will get replies up in the next two days ~
hope you're well my friend <3
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Post by aether on Feb 13, 2022 4:54:58 GMT -5
[ Posted in the other thread, so bumping this one too Cx ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Feb 22, 2022 11:38:03 GMT -5
[ bumping this ! Will have replies up tonight ~
also might bring Mistyfall into the Rook and Moor plot to introduce her ]
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Post by aether on Feb 22, 2022 21:04:11 GMT -5
[ yeah! That would be really cool! Will be fun to introduce all the characters haha ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Feb 23, 2022 0:09:03 GMT -5
ROOKPELT
river | aether | moorwhisper & mistyfall
His tumble into the river had left Rookpelt’s fur feeling heavy on his stocky frame. Cooling tendrils of water still snaked across his skin, sending brief shivers down his spine as he followed Moorwhisper upstream. How do these RiverClan cats do it? he thought to himself wryly. The discomfort of a wet pelt was something the SkyClan cat could never quite stomach. Still, even he found himself growing wistful for the gusty storms that blew through their lofty territory. The metallic tang of lightning and thunder, the rolling gray clouds, pregnant with the promise of torrential weather – it was a sight he used to dread. Now, all he could do was yearn. It was strange. Despite his unknowing, it seemed that Rookpelt’s poignant joy almost mirrored his companion’s. The light relief of their interactions had been a welcome distraction for his often wandering mind. But as the afternoon slowly slipped into dusk and the creeping fingers of night peered eerily over the horizon, so too did his heart begin to darken. He reflected briefly on his immeasurable luck compared to Moorwhisper’s. He was able to embark on this harrowing journey with his kin, Ashwhisker. Moorwhisper had not been so fortunate. Rookpelt wondered what that loneliness must feel like, an open, yawning cavern in one’s heart, leaving space for what used to be.
Moorwhisper’s voice shook him from his thoughtful stupor. The jest in her voice made his whiskers twitch with humor. Whatever sorrow had fallen over his gaze gave way to a sparkling curiosity as he watched the molly situate herself for the hunt. He nodded enthusiastically as she instructed. It seemed that his habitual kindness had been amplified, perhaps from his reflections on the RiverClan warrior’s situation. Nevertheless, when her paw flashed nimbly into the water and reemerged with the silvery form of a fish in her claws, he was elated. The scent of prey wafted over his senses, only increasing his wonder. “Wow, what a catch!” he exclaimed, tail quivering in admiration. “Well done!”
“I’ll say,” a sing-song voice drifted into the clearing by the riverbank, followed by the silver tabby form of Mistyfall. Her blue eyes settled upon Moorwhisper, glowing with a gentle respect. “Out of all of us who came up together, Moorwhisper’s always been the most skilled at fishing.” There was a laughter in her voice, tinged with friendly nostalgia and affection. The RiverClan warrior dipped her head in formal greeting to the pair of cats before her, although the gesture was mostly toward Rookpelt. “I’m not sure we’ve officially met,” she began, settling into a sitting position. “I’m Mistyfall, RiverClan. Well, I mean -” The pretty tabby faltered suddenly, sheepishly fixing her gaze on her shuffling white paws. “Formerly, I guess.”
Rookpelt smiled sympathetically at the newcomer, following suit in greeting. “Rookpelt,” The soft timbre of his deep voice rumbled against the gentle rush of the river. “SkyClan. It’s a pleasure.”
Mistyfall regarded the tom briefly, before shifting her pale green gaze to Moorwhisper. “Sorry to follow you, but I wanted to catch you before you got back. Pinefoot and I made nests in a small nook on the edge of the clearing, by some WindClan cats. We made a spot for you, too, in case you wanted it.” The molly averted her gaze, back again to shuffling paws. “Th-There’s no pressure or anything! Truly, I just uh…” Her voice trailed off, searching for words to carry its melodic sound. Her gaze brightened suddenly. “I just think I heard Robinflight talking to Sunblaze about how some lingering frost might pop up tonight. You know, with the season change and all,” Mistyfall snorted a gentle laugh, her tail waving behind her, before clearing her throat. “It might be nice to, I don’t know, all… be together.” The molly regarded her clanmate eye-to-eye now. Her pelt was hot with a mixture of embarrassment and sadness. The truth was, she knew that Moorwhisper was alone aside from her and Pinefoot. It was clear that the tabby warrior wanted only to include her clanmate in the companionship she and her brother shared by fortune, but to acknowledge it was too difficult – perhaps for them all.
ROBINFLIGHT
clearing | aether | ashwhisker
Robinflight flicked her ears in response to her colleague’s suggestion. Her vivid green gaze followed his gesture, traveling up the slope to reveal a rather unappealing landscape. Exposed rock battled with loose gravel and dirt. Rocky outcroppings with thin, scraggly trees crowded the space, leaving little room for accessible footholds. To make matters worse, the entire scene stretched up an unbelievably steep incline, rocketing almost into StarClan itself. The ginger molly paused to think about her articulation briefly, though her disapproval was palpable.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “I’m not sure going up is the best option for everyone,” The molly’s voice was authoritative and unwavering, sharp like the rest of her features. “I worry about the cats of advanced age getting up the slope. Additionally, the cragginess might prove to be precarious for most cats without your expertise.” She fixed her piercing gaze onto the tabby tom, a dryness entering her voice. “Not all of us are SkyClan, you know.”
Robinflight rose to a standing position, gesturing with her tail to Ashwhisker to follow her. Eventually, the pair arrived at a crossroads: one path led up the slope, toward Ashwhisker’s designs. The other led down the slope. The decline, naturally, was just as steep as the incline, but toward the bottom of the slop the ground leveled out. Where the evening occurred, the stream seemed to calm from a strong rush to a pleasant babble. Although it was late Newleaf and a chill still clung to the air, the area at the bottom of the slope was rich with moss and undergrowth. The roots of great beech trees wound through the territory, creating a great many nooks and crannies and small, comfortable spaces. Fallen trees and and green thicket littered the space. “I think this seems a great deal more suitable.” Robinflight’s voice was matter of fact and clinical, cold even. Some may find a self-serving sort of pleasure from this authoritative tug-of-war they found themselves entangled in, but the tabby molly seemed downright detached. “Don’t you?” |
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Post by parisiansteve on Feb 23, 2022 0:09:17 GMT -5
[ it has been done c: thank you so much for your patience - I fully expect things to lighten up a bit in the next few weeks here! ]
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Post by aether on Feb 23, 2022 6:47:47 GMT -5
mistyfall is such a cutie ;~;
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Post by parisiansteve on Feb 23, 2022 9:13:13 GMT -5
[ she’s a sweetie hahaha xD I’ve always wanted like a softie pair of cats - Pinefoot and Mistyfall are both that way!! ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Feb 26, 2022 10:11:28 GMT -5
Just keeping ‘er alive here ^^
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 4, 2022 21:19:52 GMT -5
love tap here ~ <3
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Post by aether on Mar 11, 2022 3:59:07 GMT -5
[ <3 ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 16, 2022 10:56:29 GMT -5
aether the forums are so sleepy nowadays o.o
my lack of presence is not helping though xD
Anyway just sending a love bump & tag here ^^
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 19, 2022 13:07:51 GMT -5
keepin her alive too
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Post by aether on Mar 21, 2022 5:36:49 GMT -5
[ my lack of presence too, dw x.x ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 22, 2022 12:04:19 GMT -5
it's allllll good! busy bees ^^ we'll get this eventually
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 18, 2022 20:29:29 GMT -5
luv tap ~
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Post by Sand on Jun 17, 2022 3:05:44 GMT -5
reopening thread
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Post by aether on Jun 17, 2022 4:00:39 GMT -5
[ Thank you Sand!
parisiansteve and we're back here too! I'll have to read through and catch up before I can reply lol!
Also, I have a maths exam on Monday and I'm super spooked for it so likely I won't have replies up until after that Cx ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Jun 17, 2022 12:40:58 GMT -5
thank you Sand <3
aether Take your time ^^ I'm on a small break from school right now, too, so I'm just chilling. Study hard! You can do this! I believe in you! <3 Don't worry about this until you feel comfy.
Also, like I said in the original thread with the Heron and Ripple plot - totally cool with shorter replies from here on out to get things moving. Looking forward to keeping things moving & getting some good plot movement in while we can c:
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Post by aether on Jun 18, 2022 9:13:35 GMT -5
[ <3 Thank you! i'mma do my best! :-D
Yeah I think keeping posts shorter or just going with the flow instead depending on muse is a good idea c: we can do things a bit faster and get to the good plot parts >:3
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Post by aether on Jun 21, 2022 3:13:53 GMT -5
 Ashwhisker
With - [ Robinflight ]
Location - [ Temporary Camp ]
This was... going to be frustrating. Doing his best to control the exasperation that welled in his chest, Ashwhisker didn't do quite enough; his tail tip twitched and his whiskers quivered. He was a younger warrior than Robinflight, one who had less experience and less control. He bit his tongue to refrain from making a remark in response to her observations and instead he rose to his paws and followed the molly as she gestured for him to follow. He first looked up the slope, admiring the way the territory extended up and up, the boulders would create protection from weather and predators, and there was plenty of bush and plants for prey to hide amongst. When he turned to look down the slope, he found it shadowy, with mossy thickets being a notable feature. It seems so... gloomy.
What could he do? He truly did not want to settle down the slope, and Robinflight's emotionless tone irked him in a way he couldn't describe. The white and grey tom furrowed his brows, was she testing him? If he let go of his own intuition now, would that forever be a signal that he would bend to her will? His green eyes flared with a new light. Determination.
"I assure you, Robinflight, there are many cats who would prefer to rest up the slope. The rocks provide much more protection than the moss does. This isn't about what clan I was raised in, this is about finding the best home for us all." He turned to face the dark ginger tabby in front of him. He stood tall now, a gleam to his eyes that made it obvious he didn't intend to back down. "Down the slope looks damp and unprotected, I wouldn't feel safe considering we don't know this new territory."
It was then that the thought occurred: "Why don't we ask the others? I'm sure they'll have valuable input." This in itself held an unspoken challenge. If more cats agreed with Ashwhisker then he would determine himself as the winner.Moorwhisper
With - [ Rookplet, Mistyfall ]
Location - [ Stream ]
Tag - [ @ ]
Moorwhisper glanced back as Mistyfall alighted from the undergrowth. She hardly had the chance to acknowledge her old denmate before the gentle praise wafted into her ears. She ducked her head in a manner that appeared shy, "Thank you," she murmured. Mistyfall was a warrior who Moorwhisper respected, along with Pinefoot, yet she couldn't stop the envy she felt when she looked upon the pretty molly. She, like Rookpelt, had made it to these strange lands alongside their siblings. It would be some time before Moorwhisper could accept that she'd left all her loved ones at the lake. Not wanting to appear resentful towards the few cats that she had left, Moorwhisper raised her chin once more to watch the interaction between the former RiverClan and SkyClan warriors. They are my family now, she had to remind herself. If she only thought of her loss then she would become a shell of herself, the thought of wasting the life she was blessed to have was stinging. Jaywhistle would have wanted to her live.
The invitation wasn't unexpected. Mistyfall had never been rude - in fact, Moorwhisper wasn't sure Mistyfall had the capacity to be rude. Therefore, it seemed fitting that the molly would want to include her. Moorwhisper offered a smile, looking as bashful and wistful as her RiverClan counterpart did. "I would like that, Mistyfall." She looked down to the fish that she had just caught before looking back to Rookpelt, "We should probably get back to ca- uh, yeah camp." It felt strange to refer to this new territory as camp. "If we are expecting cold then it would be best for you to get clean and dry before nightfall." |
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Post by parisiansteve on Jun 21, 2022 18:24:03 GMT -5
[ I’ll try to have my replies here and in our other thread by tonight but may be tomorrow c:
Maybe a question that doesn’t need to be answered now but still curious! - how do you imagine the kittypets and rogues becoming part of the clans? Recruitment, happenstance, etc? Just thinking ahead for story purposes ^^ ]
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Post by aether on Jun 21, 2022 21:29:13 GMT -5
[ (on phone at work)
No problemo! No stress C:
That's a good question! I was thinking that mostly cats would just happen upon the clan cats. I imagine that the clans will at some point want to explore and will come across cats naturally. If a patrol explores into twolegplace then they would find some kittypets I bet. I don't think the clans are exactly scouting for new cats to join although maybe you might want Robinflight to do that, it is your clan so you can choose what happens there. What did you think? Did you have a preference? ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Jun 22, 2022 18:54:51 GMT -5
that sounds good to me c:
i figured it would happen kind of organically, which is good. I'm working on replies now! should be up tonight ~
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Post by parisiansteve on Jun 22, 2022 21:25:49 GMT -5
ROOKPELT
river | aether | mistyfall and moorwhisper
Mistyfall smiled at her clanmates response, her light blue eyes flashing with relieved joy. She got to her feet with a slight purr rumbling in her slender chest. Moorwhisper was right; Rookpelt would need to air out his thick fur before the seasonal chill set in. She giggled at the sight of the tom, glancing at Moorwhisper and then back at Rookpelt.
A big, goofy smile had alighted onto the tom’s face. There he was, soaked to the absolute bone, a gleaming fish sitting before his paws on the riverbank in front of him, watching two RiverClan cats find solace in each other’s mere existence. He couldn’t help but feel downright delighted by the scene. The towering SkyClan warrior padded onto the bank and shook out his pelt, feeling it tear away from his frame as the water sparkled around them. His joy was tangible, wafting from him in waves. “You’re right, Moorwhisper, let’s head back,” she chuckled, realizing how silly he probably looked in the wetness. Embarrassment was clearly a stranger to Rookpelt. He seemed content with just being. As he started back toward the clearing, his green gaze lit up with the memory of the fish. “You’re going to be the hero of the day with that catch! I bet you cats will be thrilled to see the river’s running nicely. Wait til’ Robinflight and Ashwhisker see,” He rolled his eyes at the thought of the two interim leaders. “It’ll more than likely send them into one of their signature squabbles, if they haven’t already found a reason for one.” Affection for his littermate was clear in his jest as he set off in the direction of the clearing.
ROBINFLIGHT Robinflight’s expressionless countenance shifted to reveal a coy smile. So, there was life in this SkyClan tom! Ashwhisker had never been shy or meek, sure, but he wasn’t the fire that the ThunderClan deputy was accustomed to back at home. A small chuckle rumbled in her throat. “Ah yes, the old democratic vote,” she replied, suddenly animated. It was clear that Robinflight thrived on a challenge. Their previous interactions bored her so. It was nice to see that he had livened up a bit. Perhaps this will finally get interesting. “That’s fine by me. Let’s gather the ranks.” She pushed past the grey tabby tom, taking the lead back to their makeshift camp. The thought of Ashwhisker gaining the favor of their motley crew didn’t faze the molly; she remained positively dripping with incorrigible confidence. But whatever human aspect remained buried deep inside of her did stir with the worry about being bucked by her clanmates. Robinflight didn’t expect sycophantic support – the idea of blind followers disgusted her. She did truly believe, however, that the downward slope would prove more beneficial for the group’s longevity. She hoped that the cats who had trusted her for so many moons of journeying and before would simply see her route as the more promising option. Besides, she didn’t believe Ashwhisker when he said that this wasn’t about his childhood creature comforts. Of course it is! How could it not be? In her mind, he was foolish to not admit it so. The upper slope camp clearly resembled SkyClan’s territory, whereas the downward slope camp resembled something more akin to her home in ThunderClan. It was only natural; both are valuable, of course. Yet another thing to add to their increasingly long list of reasons why he isn’t fit to lead us. He doesn’t have any experience!
She ruminated on the thought as the pair re-entered their makeshift home. The sun was just about to being its descent toward the horizon. Shadows had grown longer, and the air ran with a slight chill. A wave of nostalgia crashed over the molly – the smell of the thick moss against the dampness of the season change reminded her of what had once been home to her. Amidst the throng of the cats around her – sharing tongues, laughing, finding relief in the respite they had come across – it almost did feel like she was back in ThunderClan, returning from a long patrol. But alas, it was not so. She buried the somber feeling and launched herself onto a small rocky outcropping that overlooked the small group. She turned to Ashwhisker. “Would you like to gather them now, or wait until morning?”
[ robinflight is such a jerk xD sometimes when i write mean characters i go too hard and then when i re-read i'm like dang! what a jerk! ] |
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Post by aether on Jun 23, 2022 18:14:04 GMT -5
[ it's great xD I love characters with flair
Hopefully have my reply up tonight or tomorrow, depending on how tired I am after work! ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Jun 28, 2022 16:12:27 GMT -5
Little
Boosterooney
Here
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