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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 6, 2024 10:07:00 GMT -5
|| I don't even need a drill! A tiktok popped up and made me think of the word (/made me realise I couldn't think of the word) and I couldn't rest till I'd figured it out!
My home is covered in command hooks because the builder mentioned one (1) time that there's a possibility of missing and hitting a wire and electrocuting yourself. I don't think he intended to scare the living daylights out of me but I've not dared try since. It was only two years ago 
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 6, 2024 12:24:06 GMT -5
|| I might have convinced myself that I kind of want one of their kits... could I possibly claim Leafkit?
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 6, 2024 12:24:12 GMT -5
||Applenose||
||Gladeclan||
||With;Eaglestar(ladylantsov )||
||Where; Outside the nursery|| There he went, at it again to try and shield her from any worries among the clan. Heβd always been a gentle kind of reserved with her. Only leaning on her with his thoughts, in the slightest of ways. She always tried to brush it off, letting him protect her from his burdens. Yet, sometimes she couldnβt help but push. After all, sometimes having a lending ear to express yourself, helped relieve some of the stress.
βMy sweet Eaglestar. Donβt you try and push your thoughts away. I know you have felt some kind of burden since Darkfire came back to camp with that patrol.β
Once again, the queen found her green gaze going from her troubled mate and leader, to the deputy. How he was made of shadows and fire. There was never any doubt the ambition that ran through the Tomβs soul, from the moment he could walk. Sheβd never understood why Eaglestar had chosen the warrior as his deputy. He was a good deputy, there was no doubt beyond that. He was good with the clan. Good with getting things done. Yet, there were times that he seemed to think he was clan leader.
βIs it about Darkfire.? About him taking back the sunning rocks.?β
While part of the queen was angry at the Tom for going against her mates orders, another part of her was almost relieved. They had four new mouths to feed, with more on the way. Not to mention, sheβd love to stretch her bones out on the warmth of the stones. The sun was getting warmer, staying out longer. New-leaf was coming to an end. Green-leaf would be here before they would even expect it.
||Frostrose||
||Gladeclan||
||With;Sagefur(Brownie )||
||Where; Abandoned bridge| βSage. Sage. Sage. What in Starclans name was this Tomβs name.?β
The question raged inside Frostrose. To the point of irritation. She was typically so good with names. And sheβd seen him more than once. Heβd been at gatherings when they were apprentices. She remembered him for his long legs. Very distinct compared to others she had met. And she had been there when his warrior name was announced. What could it possiblyβ¦ βSAGEFUR.β
There was a prideful smirk to the black mollys face as she remembered his name. Then she realized the Tom was talking and she had been lost in her own thought's. Blinking carefully, she tried to focus on what he was saying, hoping he hadnβt noticed her mind trailing off. Something she did all too often. Yet, as she listened to the Willowclan warrior stumbling over words, once again, amusement rose through her. What a silly and nervous fella. So unlike her own clanmates.
βYouβre a bit strange, arenβt you.?β The words escaped from her maw faster than she could stop herself. Of course, sheβd never had a filter before. Always saying it as she saw it, when she did speak up. Even if she came off as rude, sheβd never been one to hold back. βUh. I mean..Sorry. Donβt mind my tongue.β As she found herself apologizing, she about slapped herself. Her. Apologize.? Especially to a cat of another clan.? What was wrong with her. Had she lost her mind.? What was she even doing over here. Talking to him.
She found herself taking a flustered step back as he asked about solo patrolling. She hadnβt thought about how he might see her, being out on her own. Flexing her claws slightly, she curled the sharpest parts of them into the ground, ears twitching slightly, as if to try and hide how her fur started to ruffle along her shoulders. βYou sure have a lot of questions about my clan. Why are you so curious about us.? We are a clan, just as yours is. I canβt imagine itβs much different.β
||OOC: I can just see their friendship bloom. Oh, how much trouble they could cause. How much sneaking theyβd have to do. How dangerous their friendship would be if they ended up in a clashing patrol at the same time.
I feel like my personality is a lot like Frostrose. || ||Tinypaw||
||Willowclan||
||With; Lilypath(aquatail )||
||Where; In camp|| Mornings. They always made Tinypaw excited. He was always one of the first awake. Ready to watch the dawn patrol head from the camp. Sitting outside the opening to a cleared out lilac bush. The buds were just starting to form among the leaves, getting ready to sprout open for green-leaf. Between the lavender bush near the leaders den and the lilac bush housing the apprentices, the camp was always filled with a beautiful scent in the warmest seasons.
It was when his mentor emerged from the boulders of the warriors den. She seemed to spot him instantly, waving him over. With an excited jump up, he trotted over to Lilypath, excitement lighting up his green/yellow eyes. He always loved going out training. Going out hunting. Going on patrols. While he didnβt have the greatest eye-sight, and could miss things easily, his sense of smell and hearing were phenomenal.
βYou know I always am up for some training, Lilypath! What are we going to do today.?β
While he had only been an apprentice for almost a moon, but he had felt like he learned a lot in that moon. Heβd trained hard, but only been able to join a couple patrols. And never the dawn patrol. He strived to reach the point that Redthorn would let him come along on the earliest one.
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||Where; | ||OOC; Sand ; daydreams
Whenever you two get a post up, I will happily jump in and RP with you two. π No pressure. Just wanted you to know that I can RP with you both. ||
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 6, 2024 12:25:00 GMT -5
|| I might have convinced myself that I kind of want one of their kits... could I possibly claim Leafkit? |
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 6, 2024 12:55:09 GMT -5
 Eaglestar ΰ½Ό ΰ½Ό ΰ½Ό The tom cat sighs, the burden of the weight of the world heavy over broad shoulders. He knows its foolish to try to keep his loved ones safe from the torment of his own thoughts, knows Applenose only wants to be there to share the burden with him.
But with four little mouths relying on her for their very lives right now, it didn't seem fair for the Tom to give her more things to worry about. But from the plaintive look Applenose sets on him, a thing that had thawed through every barrier he'd ever placed up... time and time again for that matter, the Leader knows trying to argue with her is pointless.
"Someone really should study that brain of yours, Sweetheart," the grumble echoes in the depths of his chest, though any attempts to sound furious are utterly mollified by the love that shines in his pale green eyes. "Your mind-reading abilities really put the rest of the Clan at a disadvantage," he muses.
Buying time.
Eaglestar lowers his head to his paws, exhaling in an all-mighty huff that kicks up the loose dirt beneath him. The first true sign of frustration the tom had shown, breaking through the guise of the elated father that had defined his recent interactions. Admittedly, it really wasn't much of a guise. The Leader was utterly elated with the birth of new life in the Clan.
Ecstatic to be a father again.
But the fury was something that burned like a fire, it traced through unfamiliar paths within him. Eaglestar was not one usually eagerly angered, drawing his fury was like trying to bleed boulders. But it wasn't his ego that had taken the brunt of the beating.
"Darkfire took what should have been one of the best days of my life," a side more selfish than most would ever have the chance to see in this noble tom. "And used it for his own gains - knowing I'd be too distracted with you," he pauses, gaze glinting as he flashes a look at her then back to the sleeping pile of kittens. "and the littlest ones to pay attention to what anyone else was doing that day."
By the Stars, someone could have set a rabid group of badgers loose on Camp and Eaglestar doubted he'd have noticed.
A little voice mews from within the nursery, and every muscle in the father's body tenses at the sound. Only when he's sure the sound was a dreaming kitten, not a distressed one, does the father allow his body to relax again.
Winged rabid badgers, he amends internally.
His gaze, pale and watching, flicks to 1/2 of their elder kits. Mysticpaw, who'd been strutting about camp like a flirtatious peacock for the last moon. Chest puffed out so far it was a wonder to the father the apprentice didn't complain from neck ache.
"Used my son," he adds, Eaglestar's eyes tracing clear paths across Mysticpaw's smaller form. The apprentice was as white as fresh snow now, but the father would never stop remembering the day his son had returned to camp so bloodied there was barely an inch of white visible on him. "In a fight that could have gone wrong more ways than I've been able to count in the space of a moon."
Stars could only know what Eaglestar would have done if he'd been too distracted with the birth of another litter to notice his eldest sneaking out of camp, only for Mysticpaw to return to camp seriously injured or worse.
His fury at Darkfire would have been kitten's play compared to the anger he'd have rained down on himself.
Mysticpaw was brash and proud at the best of times. But the apprentice was his kit all the same.
Eaglestar would have laid his life down 7 times over before ever agreeing to Mysticpaw being involved in a border skirmish that stretched back longer than he'd been alive. |
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 6, 2024 12:55:38 GMT -5
|| I'm sorry if I'm being a bit ott with responses, I'm just having so much fun and love this plotline so much will back off on it a bit if you'd like.[/sub[
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 6, 2024 12:57:31 GMT -5
|| I'm sorry if I'm being a bit ott with responses, I'm just having so much fun and love this plotline so much will back off on it a bit if you'd like.[/sub[ |
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 6, 2024 14:09:39 GMT -5
||Applenose||
||Gladeclan||||With;Eaglestar(ladylantsov)||
||Where; Nursery entrance|| There it was. Not fully. But enough. Her dear Eaglestar, giving in to the frustrations he clearly was consumed by. While he finally let her know some of the thoughts that had troubled his mind, she couldnβt help but sit silently, her tail draped over his back. Not before a soft chuckle escaped her maw from his teasing comment about her mind. Sheβd always had a knack for reading others. Even more so once she had her first litter.
She noticed as he spoke, the little meow coming from the nursery had made him stiffen. How he cared so deeply for the little bundles in her den. His own blood flowing deep within them. She couldnβt help but smile slightly at his worry. Being the father was much different than being the mother. She has less worry for leaving them alone in the nursery, knowing they would work their way out to her at the nursery entrance if they woke. How she wished that they would turn out more like her and Eaglestar than their first litter had. She often wondered how the pair had ended up so much different from them.
βYou know, Mysticpaw makes his own choices. He always has. Heβs always had this..This..β She trailed off as she tried to think of the right words to describe her son. Her eyes locked on the pure white Tom. He was large in nature. Always looking so angry. Slits in both ears already. An attitude bigger than his paws. He looked nothing like either of his parents, more so like his great grandfather. A Tom not many would probably remember, and one who left this world on the wrong terms. She doubted he was in Starclan. Not after he had slaughtered a den full of sick cats. Winterstrike had been ruthless, but had claimed he had done it to save the rest of the clan from sickness. He had been exiled, and died less than a moon later from a fox. Found bloody and torn apart. Applenose had never met her grandfather, only heard stories of him and how he looked.
A deep sigh resonated from the queen as she felt her light cream fur ruffle around her shoulders as she settled down beside her mate. βHeβs always had a deep desire to impress Darkfire. Ever since he was a kit. And Darkfire has always had a spark of interest in him. There is nothing either of us could do to stop him from padding in your deputies pawsteps. Just remember that, my dear. Mysticpaw may always choose to follow Darkfire over either of us.β She felt as if she was giving Eaglestar a silent warning. That whatever Darkfire did, she was sure Mysticpaw would be a part of it. Whatever consequences Eaglestar directed at Darkfire, their son would also deal with.
||OOC; Sometimes I wonder why I do it to myself. Completely burnt myself out. But I needed the money. Ready for the well needed break. π
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Post by daydreams on Feb 6, 2024 14:34:29 GMT -5
(( I'm finally all caught up on reading the first page and everyone's posts, so im going to start working on my first post once I go on my lunch break, though it will be done via mobile so I'm sorry in advance for any mistakes ))
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 6, 2024 14:38:07 GMT -5
(( I'm finally all caught up on reading the first page and everyone's posts, so im going to start working on my first post once I go on my lunch break, though it will be done via mobile so I'm sorry in advance for any mistakes )) |
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 6, 2024 14:52:21 GMT -5
Eaglestar ΰ½Ό ΰ½Ό ΰ½Ό Another sigh escaped the tom, feeling a fool for the world of frustration stirring up a storm in the pits of him he much preferred to keep close and keep chained.
βI donβt doubt Mysticpaw was more than up for joining Darkfire, in whatever plans heβd had brewing that day,β the kits could have come any day, but Eaglestar doubted his deputy had come up with the plan on a whim. Something in the Leaderβs bones, call it instinct, call it something that ran even deeper than that. He knew the signs of an ambush well. βBut had it been any other cat, any creature with even the slightest modicum of common sense left in their skulls, I hope theyβd have tried to talked him out of it.β
Instead, Darkfire had either egged the apprentice on, or planted the seed to the idea in the first place. And Mysticpaw hadnβt felt like he could go to his father to ask.
Eaglestar wasnβt sure which was worse.
Maybe the Tom had made the wrong choice in selecting his deputy.
Eaglestar had been an unpopular choice as deputy, the Clan had made no attempts to hide that. An orphan, an outsider at the best of times, even the warrior, Eaglecall had been left wondering if Ravenstar had been in their right mind when choosing him.
The Tom had chosen Darkfire because he was more loved by the clan than Eaglestar would ever be, for all his efforts at proving himself, that was a very simple truth the Tom had come to live with.
It was fine.
Motherless, fatherless⦠frankly loveless till the beautiful shecat beside him had decided he was hers⦠something he still questioned her for to this day, he could live not being the loved leader.
And Eaglestar could have lived happily with that fact, the one to make the hard decisions while Darkfire basked in the limelight.
But then the Tom had put his son in danger.
and Eaglestar could have taken a thousand threats to his life, but his kits would always be where he drew the line.
Mysticpaw had risked himself⦠and for what?
To prove himself?
To quench some thirst for blood?
To make Eaglestar notice him?
The father couldnβt be sure which he hated most.
His gaze flickers back to the sleeping bundle of kits, as innocent as fresh new leaf blossoms. Stars why couldnβt they stay that small, that sweet. In the world where their only concern was the milk in Applenose, the comfort of the nest and the love of their family.
How long would it be before one of they turned out like their elder siblings? Was it Eaglestar?
Had losing his mother broken something even he couldnβt put a name to?
βYou are quite sure theyβre mine?β Eaglestar muses his head still on his paws, tone gentle, joking. βBy the dark forest are you quite sure theyβre yours come to mention it!β |
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Post by daydreams on Feb 6, 2024 15:32:45 GMT -5
 darkfire // galeclan camp βΈβΈβ£βΈβΈ
Everything about Snakevenom shouted power. From his powerful build, large body and broad shoulders, to his power-hungery mind. It was no wonder the large tom was a loyal follower to Darkfire. Though loyal was a bit of a stretch.
It seemed that the one one that Snakevenom was loyal to was himself and those that shared the same blood that ran in his veins. Though what little loyalty he did have stretched as far as Darkfire. He listen and responded to the blood-thirsty deputy much better than his own clan leader. Probably because they were more alike.
Eaglestar never had a shot at having Snakevenom's loyalty. He was too soft-hearted, too hung up on his mate and their new litter of kittens. He watched the leader often as he settled in front of the nursery protectively. The tom picked himself up from where he sat and padded over towards Darkfire. "It seems our mighty leader has become rather soft-skinned," he hissed, dipping his head by way of greeting in the direction of Splashfury and Mysticpaw who sat not too far off from the deputy.
Snakevenom was not one to pry, but the tabby couldn't help but be curious what Darkfire's next move was. Taking back the Sunning Rocks was one thing, but he wondered if there were bigger things on Darkfire's mind.
(( here is snakevenom for now! i'll work on starters for the others as the day goes on and work gets slow))
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 6, 2024 15:41:38 GMT -5
|| If itβs alright with yβall Iβm going to go with the head cannon that no oneβs ever seen Eaglestar fight, and most believe him to be quite the pacifist. But he can in fact absolutely whoop ass it will just bring me an immense amount of joy if you donβt mind humouring me
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 6, 2024 15:54:21 GMT -5
|| If itβs alright with yβall Iβm going to go with the head cannon that no oneβs ever seen Eaglestar fight, and most believe him to be quite the pacifist. But he can in fact absolutely whoop ass it will just bring me an immense amount of joy if you donβt mind humouring me |
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 6, 2024 15:57:59 GMT -5
|| Iβm not picturing him ripping off a shirt and revealing heβs Superman or anything but definitely puts up more of a fight than Darkfire expects
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 6, 2024 16:14:29 GMT -5
||Applenose||
||& Thornkit||
||Gladeclan||||With;Eaglestar(ladylantsov )||
||Where; Nursery entrance|| While their conversation had been quite serious, it was nice to add some teasing and joking into it. It was often she had wondered the same thing. Mousepaw and Mysticpaw were just too far from either of them. βSometimes I wonder if Starclan switched our kits out with another set before they were even born.β While she joked about it, she knew very well her kits shared the bloodline of warriors who were long gone from both Eaglestar and Applenose.
βYou know. Maybe you should take Mysticpaw and Mousepaw out one on one at points. Especially Mysticpaw. Quit trying to spend your entire being protecting the nursery.β She gave him a loving nuzzle to the cheek as she spoke βNot that I donβt love seeing you every moment of the day, but I can protect us, just as well as any warrior in this camp.β Her eyes gazed gently into Eaglestarβs as she spoke, urging him to go about his duties as leader. He was a good father. A good leader. And while a lot of members in the clan seemed to wish for Darkfire to lead, there were quite a few that loved the reserved leader in that place.
As she opened her maw to speak again, a grunt escaped her mouth instead. A large bundle climbed over her flank, jumping from her to Eaglestarβs back. The tiny tom was that mini version of his father, with a bigger attitude to him. Big round green eyes, with a hint of grey to them, stared largely at the leader, fur fluffed up with its kit-like texture. Tiny claws dug into soft brown and white fur, a small chatter escaping his maw. βOne day. Iβll be leader, just like you.β
Thornkit had went from sleeping soundly in one moment, to slipping away from him siblings and stalking both his parents. Trouble. Thatβs what the clan called him. From the moment he crawled out of the nursery only a mere week after being born. Now, at a moon old, he was clumsy, but able to get into the most of trouble. He would spend much of his awake hours, stumbling after Eaglestar. Wanting to be apart of any moment he spent away from their den. Sometimes his father would even let him sit in between his shoulders, as he dealt with leader duties.
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Post by aquatail on Feb 6, 2024 16:17:18 GMT -5
Lillypath and Tinypaw (β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯)
She thought about what her apprentice asked. "What do you want to do ?" She asked he had been such a great apprentice lately and she wanted to reward him. She wondered what he would pick.
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 6, 2024 16:27:13 GMT -5
|| If itβs alright with yβall Iβm going to go with the head cannon that no oneβs ever seen Eaglestar fight, and most believe him to be quite the pacifist. But he can in fact absolutely whoop ass it will just bring me an immense amount of joy if you donβt mind humouring me |
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 6, 2024 16:36:24 GMT -5
|| Its your character so honestly whatever you think is best.
Maybe Lilacdawn had always wanted to be a mother but due to how old she was when she gave birth (nearly 10 according to their ages, but I'm nae great at math) only Eaglekit survived and very barely? Maybe WillowClan was going through some sort of difficulty so she gave him to his father's clan hoping he would thrive.
... Darkfire and Eaglestar are a moon away from eachother... maybe Darkfire's dam nursed Eaglekit? ||
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 6, 2024 16:46:46 GMT -5
Eaglestar ΰ½Ό ΰ½Ό ΰ½Ό "Honestly you spend the odd morning here and there keeping an eye out, and suddenly the entire Clan is wondering when it is my kits are due," Eaglestar rolls his eyes, but knows there is truth to her words.
The father had done his best to keep these visits minimal - the early mornings as his family roused in their nests, the later evenings when he was aching and the day's work was done.
He'd have never left till the little lives in the nursery had reached six moons and could fend for themselves, if the tomcat had his way.
Despite that, Eaglestar tucks his head against her shoulder, holding the moment of contact for a heartbeat before pulling away. "I will," his words are a promise.
His kits will know they are loved, if it is the last thing he does for them.
No matter how utterly mousebrained they could be at times.
The Leader might have lifted his burly frame upright, moved to cleave Darkfire and Mysticpaw and take the apprentice for patrol in that very moment, had it not been for the burling yet very small badger making its way for the Leader and his lover at that very moment.
Badger, or the son from this litter who took to elegance like oil to water.
Eaglestar kept his attention on his mate, not wanting to ruin the rambunctious little one's fun as the kitten did his darndest attempt to sneak up on the leader and the warrior.
Eaglestar keeps his composure as, out of the corner of his eye, the tom watches the little kit do his best impression of a concussed squirrel frantically scrambling up a tree, 'leaps' off his mother, and lands on the tom's muscled back.
"Attack!" Eaglestar keeps his voice quiet enough as not to startle his clan, "Attack! GladeClan has been attacked!"
The tom rolls, making as though to crush the young tom beneath his far greater weight, only to snatch the little one easily out of the way at the very least heartbeat.
Eaglestar allows his son to 'crush' his father that way for a moment more, body going limp beneath Thornkit's weight, like the one-moon old tom weighed anything more than a very small mouse to the Leader.
"Thank you for your mercy, little Eaglet," the father had taken to calling his son that affectionately given their marked likeness to one another. Eaglestar dips into an imitation of a bow. "For your incredible prowess in battle, I hereby dub you Thornstrike, deputy of Glade Clan."
His mreow is an affectionate sound.
The tom ducked his head, rasping his tongue across Thornkit's ear with a rumbling chuckle. "At least we know this one's definitely mine," the two toms were practically mirror images of one another. Eaglestar didn't doubt that when this scrap of fur he called his son grew into a fine warrior, the keenest eye would struggle to discern them.
His plumed tail plumes around, promptly dropping on the kit's head, drawing a squeal from the little one. The breadth of it enough to completely cover the moon-old kitten, then he flicks it this way and that, like a moth in sporadic flight. Offering it to the youngster to play with. |
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 6, 2024 16:59:23 GMT -5
|| Its your character so honestly whatever you think is best.
Maybe Lilacdawn had always wanted to be a mother but due to how old she was when she gave birth (nearly 10 according to their ages, but I'm nae great at math) only Eaglekit survived and very barely? Maybe WillowClan was going through some sort of difficulty so she gave him to his father's clan hoping he would thrive.
... Darkfire and Eaglestar are a moon away from eachother... maybe Darkfire's dam nursed Eaglekit? || (Oh. Yess. I like that. Lilacdawn giving up her kit because she could not properly care for him. Especially having lost the rest of the leader. Giving him to his father, who everyone then learned he had taken a Willowclan mate. But he never shared with whom he had done so with. Only telling the clan she had died, and only Eaglekit remained. And while the clan had been angry, they couldnβt allow Eaglekit to die, so Graypebble had taken on the kit. Practically seeing him as her own. Which gives so much more of a storyline.) |
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 6, 2024 16:59:37 GMT -5
||Darkfire||
||Gladeclan||||With;Snakevenom(daydreams)||
||Where; Near the meeting tree. || Weak.
Soft.
A lousy excuse for a leader.
An outsider.
Someone that was in his way.
These are all the things that Darkfire despised about Eaglestar. All the things the fueled the anger in him. All the things that drove him to rebel against the Tom. He knew most of the clan would stand by him and his decisions. A pawful of them, completely in his grasp. Yet he knew he had to buy his time. Most of the clan were strict followers of the code. They would never go completely against their leader. No matter how they felt of him as theirs.
He had been deep in thought, sitting with his tail across his paws. Itβd been a moon since his attack on the Willowclan patrol. A moon since Eaglestar had scolded him like he was one of his pathetic new kits. Since that moment, Darkfire had backed down. Keeping silent and still. He had plans. Bigger plans. But they would take time. He had to wait for the right moment. Flexing his claws, he remembered the moment he held Moonstar under the water by the Sunningstones. Claws deep in her chest as her fight lessened and her life ebbed away from her. It was the moment she went still, that he knew they had won the stones back.
Snakevenom seemed to come out of nowhere. Disrupting his joyful memory of taking one of Moonstars lives. Dark green eyes flashed from the leader and his mate, to one of his closest clanmates. He watched as the large tabby stopped beside him. And mused at his voice as he spoke of Eaglestar. Oh, how he agreed with the warrior. Soft. He would never be anything more. Especially when it came to his family. All the more exciting that Mysticpaw decided that he preferred Darkfire over his own father.
The low rumble that came from Darkfire seemed to travel just enough for Snakevenom to hear. βIn time, my friend. We will do more. But we must tread slowly. Lightly. Our time will come. Where we will rid of our pathetic leader. And I will rise. With you at my side.β How great the clan could become, with Darkfire as the leader. Darkstar. Yes. And Snakevenom as their deputy. This is how Gladeclan should be. How powerful they would become. How easily they could destroy Willowclan. Or take them over. Yes.
Plans.
Many plans.
How he could see them playing out before his eyes.
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 6, 2024 19:15:52 GMT -5
 Leafkit βοΈβοΈβοΈ Thornkit, in what Leafkitβs father had regularly referred to as his βbadger-likeβ elegance, had trodden over half his siblings and 98% of the floorpace of the nursery on his way to find their parents. The little Tom had let out a furious mew in protest at being used as a doormat, but his older and larger brother hadnβt noticed in his determination to get to their parents.
Little Leafkit did not yet have context to know what a badger was, but if it was anything like his older brother, the little one wasnβt much looking forward to finding out what one was.
Leafkit watches his brotherβs retreating form, blinking sleepily, half considering following his brother into the outside world.
Mama. The first word any kit tended to know, he rolled over and blinked in surprise to find his 24-hour milk-factory had mysteriously gone missing. His plaintive little mew is more a thing of disappointment than it is hunger.
Mama, his little brow furrows. Chubby, cream paws kneading the air like will-power alone might beckon his mother back to him.
But when you were that cozy, and that sleepy, it was very difficult for the young one to find the energy to do much of anything. Finding mama on the one paw meant finding milk, and that was an attractive idea. But that meant trying to find his legs, those cumbersome little limbs that very rarely did as they were told, and if they did even more rarely in the right direction.
and that, quite frankly, was simply too much work. His belly was full enough.
Plus, in experience, putting up enough of a fuss when his hunger became unbearable did quite the trick for bringing his mother back to him.
So he did the next most intelligent thing. Nuzzle into his sister Dewkit, ignoring her mewls of protest as he settled sprawled across either of the remaining kits, and tried to block out the noise of his parents outside the nursery.
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Post by Sand on Feb 7, 2024 12:26:43 GMT -5
(is it alright if I also claim Duckpaw? I'm gonna get up a starter for Brokenmist in the meantime.)
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 7, 2024 12:40:49 GMT -5
|| I love Duckpaw because she looks just so furious in that picture.
why am I awake? you all shall suffer for this. ||
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Post by Sand on Feb 7, 2024 12:43:13 GMT -5
( the picture + her personality are the reasons why I'd like to claim her.
what time is it where you are? it's late evening for me. )
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 7, 2024 13:29:39 GMT -5
|| About mid evening here  just got home from work
Beginning to get lighter a bit earlier here at least but Gods itβs cold atm
WBY?
Spent car drive home going βtf prompted that questionβ and see now am an idiot
second paragraph was meant to be what Duckpawβs face makes me think sheβs saying
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 7, 2024 14:37:15 GMT -5
||* not that youβre not allowed to ask questions MI5 denied my application on the grounds that Iβve been known to break bones looking at the floor funny
That sounded way more confrontational than I meant it to sorry
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 7, 2024 14:47:06 GMT -5
(is it alright if I also claim Duckpaw? I'm gonna get up a starter for Brokenmist in the meantime.)
(I did also want to give you a little backstory on Duckpaw. She was a part of the patrol with Moonstar, Eaglecry and Redthorn, when they were attacked by Darkfire, Splashfury, Snakevenom and Mysticpaw. Mysticpaw and Duckpaw knew each other before that battle, actually getting quite close at the last 3 gatherings. Even sneaking out of camp a few times to meet near the marshlands, where no one really goes. So it was a challenging battle for the two, obviously the clans couldnβt know. And Mysticpaw actually hurt Duckpaw a lot. But sheβs healed. So from this point, it is completely up to you on if Duckpaw will ever forgive Mysticpaw. If he can rekindle that connection they had. Or if the two will go their separate ways. Be warned though, Mysticpaw is gonna try his hardest. π) |
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Feb 7, 2024 14:48:02 GMT -5
(Im unsure if Iβll get replies up today or tomorrow. Tomorrow is my birthday. But I will try my hardest!)
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just got home from work 