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Post by aquatail on May 11, 2024 4:54:10 GMT -5
Sorry it's a short one
Sparrowflare
She was still a little drowsy from her late wake up and was surprised fawnastar had only just woke up. She was just in time to hear her name called out in greyfoots patrol. She walked over and nodded to them. They were gathering so she sat down next to them. "Where will we be hunting today?" She asked.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 11, 2024 5:35:00 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
Rowanfire had waited, the subtle signs of irritation clutching at his fur like a thistle he couldn’t quite reach, waiting for the newly named Faunastar to deign the rest of them with her appearance. He’d watched from his perch, quiet as a passing shadow as several of the more senior warriors gathered, stomachs rumbling, at the freshkill pile, only to come to the same conclusion as he had.
Had watched still as that same irritation had flittered among them, like a mosquito not quite sure of where to land.
By the time Faunastar had emerged from her den, sheepish and harassed, he warrior had been in half a mind to leave camp and go hunting of his own accord. But he settles again, muscles coiling beneath an ember dark pelt, waiting, russet coloured ear flicked in the direction of the commanding calico. Only for his name to go unmentioned.
Which seemed to be the case more and more of recent, and he wasn’t sure if it was kindness or pity that saw him more of a lawn ornament than it did a warrior of recent. It was no secret that Rowanfire’s own dam had died in her efforts to bring him into the world.
As irritating as she was, he and Faunastar had horses in the same race, at least. Not that he would ever admit to his beloved - the one soft part of him he allowed, of thinking of her as a horse.
He exhales, breath clouding into the cold morning air and draws muscled legs beneath him, turning toward the root-den, of which his mate and their soon to be progeny were the only inhabitants. Guilt itches at his skin that he approaches empty-pawed, and he ducks beneath the entrance. Finding the grey furred beauty he called his, curled up in her nest. Belly swollen and visibly shifting with the movements of the life she carried.
His kits.
Part of his brain was still a little convinced this was all some prank, that Florastorm was just fat. It seemed the only logical position, how else could he have gotten so lucky?
She was sleeping, fidgety as it was. And he wasn’t about to disturb what handfuls of dreaming she could steal for herself right now. So the Tom settles himself by the entrance, one eye on his mate, one eye on the camp. Sentinel.
Oh I also called you fat.
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 11, 2024 7:39:02 GMT -5
BreezewingBreezewing’s eyes trailed over to the leader’s den as he saw movement. Faunastar had emerged. His gaze followed her across the clearing. He respected her enough - she was his leader, and that was the warrior code - and he didn’t question her leadership, per say. He did not have a grand desire to be deputy, but he had initially expected a more seasoned warrior, or maybe someone who had mentored more apprentices. But now that was no matter. Faunastar was given her lives by StarClan, he reminded himself. If they approve, then she must be a great leader.
He closed his eyes warmly as she apologized to her clan. She is good-hearted. He let a hmph of agreement escape his mouth when she said there would be two hunting patrols. That was definitely needed, given the gathering by the freshkill pile. His ears perked up towards Faunastar as she announced him leading one of them. He nodded towards her, gracious for the opportunity. Once Faunastar was done talking, he turned back to Coffeefinch.
“Thank you, Coffeefinch, it’s appreciated.” He said, smiling warmly. “A solo walk through the forest in leaf-fall sounds delightful. Or if you go hunting, I wish you good hunting.” With that, he turned to find the other members of his patrol, tail flicking a kind ‘goodbye’ as he padded away.
Breezewing made his way over to Firehawk, sitting down on his haunches when he arrived. He wrapped his tail around all four of his paws. “Good morning,” he mewed in a voice that was somewhere between curt and courteous. “I see Cricketpaw is already up and about. Once Goldenshade is ready, we’ll head out. I’m thinking we can try hunting along the border between the forest and the marsh.” He waved his tail to Cricketpaw, beckoning her to come join the two warriors. |
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 11, 2024 7:41:25 GMT -5
{ busybee I want you to know that for some reason my phone autocorrected Faunastar to GAY STAR the first time I typed it out 😭💀 }
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Post by Dew on May 11, 2024 7:42:37 GMT -5
Ashbreeze He had woken up at dawn, like he always had. Like any warrior should, Ashbreeze thought. After all, hunting at dawn was easier then hunting later, as prey was tired after a long night or just waking up after a good sleep. Ashbreeze stretched, and gazed around the camp, spotting his mother talking to a few of the other warriors, but not spotting his father anywhere.
Ashbreeze started to groom his pelt, he didn't have anywhere to be. Their leader Faunastar wasn't up out of her nest yet, and she had yet to name a deputy. She is activly breaking the warrior code! It's well past Moonhigh from when she became leader! He secrectly wanted the role, but there were plenty of other warriors that would be well fit for the role. He thought that she should pick a senior warrior, to combat her young age.
Now that he was finished grooming, he was hungry. Ashbreeze glanced over at the fresh-kill pile, but a few cats were gathered around it, and he decided to wait until the hunting patrols were assigned.
Now, the young she-cat had finally exited her den, looking a little ruffled. She must still be mourning Dragonflystar, but she has to get on top of things! The rest of the clan had seeemd to move on, why couldn't their leader? But it seemed that she hadn't. Faunastar padded over to the group of senoir warriors, then rasied her voice as she annouced patrols. He was on none of them. Well it seems we aren't going to get a deputy until they get back. Unless she was going to call a meeting when they were gone!
Ashbreeze now looked around camp, seeing if anyone was open for him to talk to. It seemed that some warriors were hanging out alone, maybe cats like himself who were waiting for others to approched them first. Well, no matter, he could be outgoing. But as it was, it seemed that most of the warriors around his age was going on patrols, and the rest were already going someplace. And he decdied to stay where he was. Once the patrols were off, he could go see if there was anything left on the fresh-kill pile, he decided.
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Post by tumblepaw on May 11, 2024 7:53:29 GMT -5
Cricketpawin camp | talking with Shroudpaw; later joins Breezewing and Firehawk | busybee, Hawkeyes258, [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X]
apprentice ~ she/her ~ 6 moons
“Well, I’ll certainly give ‘em a challenge!!” Cricketpaw laughed. She felt better having someone listen to her. What Shroudpaw said made some sense. Was that why Goldenshade was chosen to mentor her?
Or maybe the older cat volunteered? The thought made her chuckle a bit. She was well aware that some cats dreaded becoming her mentor, and a few even questioned why their leader made her an apprentice at all. It was nice to think someone actually wanted the job. And it was someone who knew what it was like to not pass too. The two of them had more in common than she had realized.
Before she could say anything more, she heard Faunastar call out her name for a patrol. “Looks like I’m on a patrol. Hopefully I won’t slow everyone down too much! Talk to you later, Shroudpaw.”
The she-cat hopped away to join the other cats on her patrol, hind leg brushing along the ground slightly every now and then to maintain some balance. Best go easy on it right now— no point in having the thing give out by sunhigh! She gave a friendly nod to Breezewing and Firehawk as she approached them.
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Post by Dew on May 11, 2024 8:03:08 GMT -5
Dawnspirt She had gotten put pretty late, but it didn't seem to matter. Even if she had, Dawnspirt thought she had deserved it. She had been on the evening patrol, and she had been so tired that she ahd fallen asleep the second she got back! But it seemed that she was going to be given more rest, as she wasn't on any of the morning patrols.
It seemed like a few of the other warriors were still in camp, others that hadn't been sent on patrol, or who couldn't. The young queen seemed to be getting visited by Rownfire, so Dawnspirt didn't go other there. Instead she approached Coffeefinch, and settled down beside him. He was short-haired and skinny, a little unlike her, who was very fluffy, although she was getting more hair now that the weather was getting a little cooler.
"Greetings Coffeefinch, how are you doing this morning?" She asked. Dawnspirt was in a rather good mood this morning, well she usually was, unlike grumpy Ashbreeze! She thought that he might actually die if Faunastar didn't name a deputy soon, or he would become so. grumpy that no cat would want to hang out with him! Dawnspirt let out a little meow of laughter, then focused her attention on tom she had chosen to talk to.
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 11, 2024 9:38:51 GMT -5
{ busybee I added my kit for Florastorm’s litter to my post on the joining page! ☺️ }
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 11, 2024 18:14:06 GMT -5
Greyfoot was a little surprised when Faunastar said that he would be leading a patrol. He quickly shakes this off puffing his chest up with pride. Course she would choose him to lead! Glancing around, he spots his apprentice and motions with his tail for his apprentice to come over to him. He turns his attention to Sparrowflare as she asks him where they would be hunting. "Mmm good question." He remarked. "We could hunt near the edge of the forest and on the plains."
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 12, 2024 9:31:28 GMT -5
StormfurWarrior * 52 moons * He/Him * tagged; busybee --------------------------------------------------------------------- The long haired tom felt his pride immediately wounded as he heard himself be skipped over for a patrol. What gives? He had been doing nothing but singing her praises and trying to reassure his clanmates that a Deputy will be chosen soon enough for her all of the previous day! The involuntary bristle of his fur had to be contained, forcing him to shake off the frustration. He decided to pad toward where Faunastar had addressed his clanmates and sat upright about a catlength away from her. "Is there anything I can do for you, Faunastar?" His deep, cool voice questioned. As embarrassing as it might look, he felt all of his sucking up would soon pay off. Nothing in this world was desired more by the long haired smokey tom than to be Deputy.
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busybee
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Post by busybee on May 13, 2024 9:11:27 GMT -5
Sand 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 Just tagging to get your attention! Just waiting in your responses to patrols now.))
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busybee
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Post by busybee on May 13, 2024 9:13:29 GMT -5
ladylantsov Dew 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰Will try my best to respond to you three during my lunch later. May be short responses of I do get something out (and won't be coded as I'm on my phone and the coding is saved on my computer) but I will get something posted))
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Post by ladylantsov on May 13, 2024 9:16:31 GMT -5
|| No biggie, whenever you get the chance 
and hope you enjoyed mother's day celebrations yesterday.
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busybee
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Post by busybee on May 13, 2024 12:24:13 GMT -5
Florastorm
Nursery - With Rowanfire ladylantsov The molly had fallen into another fitfull slumber but Rowanfire's presence roused her after a few moments, lifting her head to look over at her mate and giving a loving smile. "Hey, how are you doing this morning?" She shifted and sat up, giving a deep breath with the effort of it, her body sore and tired. "I'm ready for these kits to be here already. Maybe then I can get a good night's sleep again." Coffeefinch
Camp - With Dawnspirit Dew Looking up as the other molly approached he gave a friendly nod of greeting to the other, bringing his tail to wrap around his paws as he shifted to sit facing her a little more. "Okay for the most part I guess. Worried about the clan and the deputy situation but who isn't. It has been seven sunsets since Faunastar became leader." He glanced away from them for a moment, his mind travelling back to his last few night of sleep. "A bit tired myself. Been having nightmares lately." Faunastar
Camp - With Stormfur 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 Faunastar was pleased eith the patrols, giving a start when Stormfur approached her and spoke. "Oh! Hello Stormfur. Um, I'm not sure. We need all the prey we can get so a hunt could be good. Otherwise there was that fox-scent by the southern border several days ago. We should probably check that again. You can take two warriors and do that." |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 13, 2024 12:50:48 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
The Tom would have waited till the turn of the season for his shecat to rouse from her slumber - the Stars knew he had waited what felt like his life whole life to find a home for his heart, he hardly cared about waiting a few more hours to be acknowledged.
But he’d hardly been settled comfortably in the mossy, milk-scented nursery for a matter of heartbeats before Florastorm realised he had entered the den. Like her soul recognised his proximity, woke for it despite his best attempts at quietness. He elects not to answer her question of how he’s doing - he’d promised her the day he’d admitted he had fallen in love with her that he would not spend a day of this life lying to her.
With worry knotting his chest like a set of tangled roots, it was out of kindness for both of them that he leaps at the change of subject.
”You should sleep while you can,” it was the best approximation of fretting you would likely hear of the blaze-furred warrior. Rowanfire makes a pointed effort to swallow his worrisome tone, contain it and hide it somewhere carefully, carving his expression into something unreadable. When his mate makes it apparent that sleep is about as likely as nature forgetting to give them a leaf-fall, and expediting the onset of new leaf, only then does he step closer. Footsteps near silent in the mosses. He closes the distance enough to nuzzle the spot between her eyes, drinking in the familiar scent like he was dying of thirst and she the sweetest of waters.
Rowanfire steals the smallest pleasure in pressing his paw gently to her swollen stomach, touch more reverent than any prayer he’d ever sent StarClan’s way. The active kittens are quick to respond to his touch, squirming beneath the velvet softness of his mate’s grey fur. “If their mother is anything to go by, I’m fairly sure they’ll be talented at keeping both of us on our toes.” |
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 13, 2024 12:57:14 GMT -5
StormfurWarrior * 52 moons * He/Him * tagged; busybee ladylantsov Dew --------------------------------------------------------------------- The intensity in his pale green eyes flared into joy upon hearing his leader assign him to a combat patrol. He dutifully stood tall before bowing his head,"Excellent idea, Faunastar. I will gather a few warriors immediately." He happily padded off, a sharp pointed look in his eyes as he scanned the campgrounds. He already had the perfect two cats in mind. He set off in the direction of the warrior's den, looking for the sight of either of the cats he had in mind. "Coastivy? Bittermeadow?" He called out.--------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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Post by tumblepaw on May 13, 2024 17:50:14 GMT -5
Cricketpawin camp | talking to Breezewing and Firehawk | @[X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] @hawkeyes258
apprentice ~ she/her ~ 6 moons
”Hi, Breezewing! Hi, Firehawk! So we’re on a hunting patrol together, huh? Where are we going? I hope it’s someplace new! ‘cause I like seeing the territory.” Cricketpaw chattered happily as she sat down next to the older cats. Her talk with Shroudpaw had reassured her, allowing most of her doubts to go to the back of her mind again… just in time for this! She was thrilled to be chosen for a patrol to prove herself, and it showed as she padded the ground with her front paws in eagerness.
Hopefully the older cats would be okay with her joining though. She knew that Firehawk often looked down on cats for their skills… or lack there of. And she was certainly lacking in skills!
Glancing around she noticed someone was missing. “Where’s Goldenshade?”
Decided to split her responses in two posts. Hope that is okay.
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Post by Sand on May 13, 2024 17:59:28 GMT -5
Wasplight — with Dreamfog & Quickcreek — camp
As soon as Wasplight heard their name, they froze in place. They would be on a border patrol with Dreamfog and Quickcreek. Wasplight wasn’t too sure about how they should act around Dreamfog due to her experience as a senior warrior. Quickcreek on the other hand, was younger than Wasplight.
The fawn ticked tabby cat made their way over to Dreamfog, who was saying her goodbyes to Sandyfox. Their pale green gaze settled on the grey and black tabby she-cat, full of nervousness. ”Sorry about showing up late, Dreamfog,” they apologized before dipping their head. ”Where are we headed to?”
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Scorchdawn — with Ashbreeze - camp
Scorchdawn had sat outside of camp purposefully during Faunastar’s announcement. It really seemed like the young leader was never going to set up patrols for her clan when she, shockingly, did. The ginger classic tabby tom strode into camp, his gaze searching for any cat to spend time with. It didn’t matter to him what he would do— whether it was hunting, patrolling, or camp keeping. As a senior warrior, Scorchdawn liked to think that his seniority meant something to the clan.
He noticed the familiar pelt of his son, Ashbreeze, who was lingering by the fresh kill pile. It was a surprise to him that Ashbreeze hadn’t been assigned to any patrols. Maybe this would give him a chance to try and bond with the young tom. After all, showing that he was a good father would make him fit the bill of a deputy. The ginger classic tabby padded over to Ashbreeze, his amber-orange eyes brightening. ”Ashbreeze! What’re you up to?” he meowed, glancing at the warrior expectantly.
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Peatpaw — camp - open for interaction
It wasn’t like Peatpaw to sleep in late. She was usually an early bird, one who woke up as soon as the sun came. She slipped out of the apprentices’ den which was now empty. Since her mentor, Rowanfire, didn’t come looking for her, Peatpaw had plenty of time to herself. Maybe she could eat some prey before heading out to train with some cat. The bronze spotted tabby she-cat waited outside the apprentices’ den, noticing that some of her denmates were already with their mentors. Her green gaze then met the nursery, where Rowanfire might have been.
It didn't matter to Peatpaw if the bengal tom came looking for her or not. If he was busy with his mate, so be it. She could find other things to occupy her for a bit. She wasn’t necessarily impatient, but Rowanfire seemed too busy for Peatpaw. Even then, maybe she should try to learn things on her own. Working alone wasn’t so bad, was it?
The spotted tabby stood still, standing in the clearing blankly as her mind spun with thoughts. It would take more effort than usual to get her out of her day dreams.
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Post by Dew on May 13, 2024 19:38:54 GMT -5
Dawnspirt
Dawnspirt flicked her tail idly as Coffeefinch spoke, listening but also surveying the camp as well. It seemed that Stormfur had managed to convinced Faunastar to send out one more patrol. Tail kisser. Everycat knows he wants to become deputy.
"She better pick one soon, I'm starting to worry" Dawnspirt added, turning her attention back to Coffeefinch. Honestly though, why hadn't she picked one? She could go for an older warrior to help her in the beginning, or pick a cat who she knew was ready for leadership.
"I'm sorry you don't seem to be sleeping, that sounds horrible! Do you know what the nightmares are about?" She questioned, tilting her head to show that she was listening.
She/Her - Warrior
busybee Bittermeadow
Bittermeadow had been lazing around the warriors den for the better part of the morning, soaking up the sun and appreciating the time off. They had given themself many a good grooming, and although the fact that there was no deputy was concerning, it wasn't their top priority at the moment. It was a very low chance they would get picked anyways.
Bittermeadow had gone back to lounging outside of the den (they hadn't been assigned to any patrols after all). But when their name had been called (Stormfur, they believed) they picked up their head and saw the tom, looking around camp for the cats whom names he had called.
"Here" Bittermeadow called, getting off their paws and padding over to Stormfur. "What is it?" They asked looking around to see if Coastivy had appeared anywhere throughout the camp.
They/Them - Warrior
𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 , ladylantsov
Ashbreeze A familer voice rung in his ears, and Ashbreeze looked up to see his father gazing expectantly at him. Of course, the seinor warrior would want to become deputy as well, Scorchdawn had always wanted to become the best he could. "Hello Scorchdawn" Ashbreeze said, in a tone that was inviting yet cold at the same time. Dreamfog got most, even dare he say all of the credit for raising him, espacaslly after Scorchdawn broke up with her.
"Nothing much, I was waiting for the crowd to leave the fresh-kill pile but it seems I'll have to wait until the hunting patrols come back if I want prey" He said. It seemed that Scorchdawn wanted to talk, even have a friendly chat. Did he want to amend things? Improve his image? Well some time with Scorchdawn wouldn't hurt, maybe even some family bonding would be nice. "What about you?"
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 13, 2024 20:14:04 GMT -5
StormfurWarrior * 52 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov Dew --------------------------------------------------------------------- The tom met Bittermeadow's yellow eyes, his own filling with a shine of arrogance. He lifted his head proudly as he spoke,"Good Morning. You, Coastivy and I have a fox to chase off." Stormfur couldn't help but reflexively bring out his claws as he spoke. He felt every muscle in his body priming for the encounter. Surely Faunastar would have to pick him as Deputy if he managed to drive this pest out of their territory. He could see the ceremony right before his eyes, and in his mind every member of the clan would yowl in joy. He had a bit of a big head about this, and it was pretty obvious to every cat around him.
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Post by busybee on May 13, 2024 20:17:56 GMT -5
Yeah no. I have the deputy chosen now actually.
Will have Faunastar announce it once all of the patrols return.
Will get responses up in just a few))
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 13, 2024 20:42:15 GMT -5
BreezewingBreezewing purred at the young apprentice’s excitement. He thought it was sweet, how eager and ready she was for her apprenticeship. Exploring their territory was certainly one of the most fun parts of being an apprentice - and his whiskers twitched in amusement as he tried to picture her being that excited about cleaning out the elder’s bedding.
“Well, I was thinking of hunting between the marsh and the forest,” he explained, speaking patiently to the young apprentice. “That way we can hunt many different kinds of prey. Have you been to that area before?” The apprentice was so new and, with her leg, he wasn’t sure if she had done her entire tour of the territory.
Breezewing tilted his head. “I’m not sure. Have you not seen your mentor this morning?” Breezewing hadn’t checked who was still in the warriors’ den when he woke up and headed out. Maybe they were simply still sleeping. |
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Post by tumblepaw on May 13, 2024 21:50:31 GMT -5
“I don’t think so. Goldenshade has kept me a bit closer to camp than that. Because lazy leg here doesn’t always like long trips too much,” she tapped her left hind leg with her tail as she said that. She hoped that will change soon, and a trip to the marsh sounded like fun. She was up to it.
She paused for a moment before continuing to answer the tom’s other question. ”What am I? Their keeper?” Cricketpaw mewed in jest. ”No, I haven’t seen them yet today.”
She’s only been an apprentice for 2 weeks. Cleaning up moss is still okay to her! XD No clue how much of the territory she has seen— that’s up to Goldenshade! But I don’t think she’s seen all of it just yet.
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Post by busybee on May 13, 2024 21:59:36 GMT -5
 Dreamfog
⤁ Camp-With Wasplight and Quickcreek Sand 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 ⬽
↠↠❂↞↞  The senior warrior gave a friendly greeting to Wasplight as they approached, always happy to see her clanmates and not really having disdain or a disliking of any of them, except for Scorchdawn but really she just didn't care he even existed and sometimes even did forgot he was a member of the clan now and then. "We're gonna be headed towards the marsh and following the eastern border. Be ready to get your paws wet, we'll be following the border down through the wetlands and I wanna move quick so we can also maybe check the conjoining border too." She paused and glanced around, trying to spot the missing member of their patrol. "Now we just have to wait on Quickcreek."
⤁ Camp-With Dawnspiritc Dew ⬽
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 The tom had to agree with the other, the molly desperately needed to choose a deputy and soon, the sooner the better. The longer they went without one the more unstable the clan becomes and everyone could feel it. He focused in on her following question and gave a sullen sigh. "Not really no. I'm always running from something, I have no clue what but I know that I have to run, that whatever it is isn't good, it's a threat. I run for what feels like forever before the ground gives way and I start to fall; flailing about trying to grip anything to halt me. And through all of it I also can't make any noise no matter how much I yell. It's more unsettled than terrifying really and I feel like that just makes it even worse of a nightmare." His ears pinned back slightly before his next statement. "They started the night after Dragonflystar died."
⤁ Nursery-With Rowanfire ladylantsov ⬽
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 Giving a bright smile and a small mrrow of laughter the molly agreed with him. "Very true. I wasn't always the easiest as a kit." She was always happy to see her mate, his presence soothing to her, and to the kits it seemed as she always found they settled down when he was around. "I really can't wait to meet them. I wonder what they'll look like, or what they'll act like. What do you think we should name them when the time comes? I've been trying to think of some names but it's a bit slow going, I just want the names to be right." Her stomach gave a growl as she spoke and she gave a sheepish smile. "Sorry, hungry I guess."
⤁ Camp-With Firehawk, Breezewing, and Cricketpaw Hawkeyes258 [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] tumblepaw ⬽
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 The tom had been lounging on his own nearby when Faunastar assigned the patrols, giving a sigh as she called his name. Guess I know what I'm doing today now. Maybe I can take Cricketpaw and teach her some easier hunting techniques, maybe help her try to use her tail as another limb in a way during her stalking so she doesn't lose her balance or stumble. Standing he gave a big stretch, arching his back and flexing his claws, before shaking out his fur and padding over to join where the rest of the patrol was gathering. "I'm right here. Ready to go hunting Cricketpaw? You'll need to be careful though, the ground in the marsh can be unstable." |
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Post by busybee on May 13, 2024 22:00:34 GMT -5
Headed to bed! Goodnight!
Gotta work in the morning))
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 13, 2024 22:20:03 GMT -5
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 13, 2024 22:36:13 GMT -5
(I had a feeling he wouldn't be, I just felt like playing a try hard who has to come to terms with not getting what he wants all the time lol Have a good night!)
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Post by tumblepaw on May 13, 2024 22:48:10 GMT -5
Again not sure if the tagging worked. I’ll figure it out later. |
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Post by Sand on May 14, 2024 3:30:24 GMT -5
{ My actual 'username' is just venividivici so that might be the issue, if you're typing in my display name vs that username! } ( if the tag system isn’t working, please let me know why! I can try to fix it since it’s a plugin. might need some updating or ProBoards is broken. that or I go yell at pb about it /j. ) |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 14, 2024 3:32:55 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
"If the stars have any mercy in them they'll all take after you, my love," he muses with a twitch of his whiskers. One or two fluffy little grey things would suit him quite well, as lovely as their mother. The tom angles himself back enough to pull a wad of moss from a spot at her flanks she couldn't easily reach with the swell of her stomach. "Though maybe with my shorter fur, or else we might spend the next 6 moons trying to keep them tidy," he muses. Tone lilting with affection.
"Have Rippleleaf or Finchpaw given you any clue as to how many of the little tykes might be hiding in there?" He asks. A small part of him hoped only a small litter for his first time as a father, something manageable. But considering his mate's not small belly, he wasn't sure the Stars were going go be so kind to him. "I'm sure their names will come to us when we meet them."
Meet them, Stars what a terrifying notion.
He swallows that fear, and with it the slight burst of courage had him saying quietly, "My dam was Sunnybriar, maybe something for her?" If his cheeks could have flushed, they'd have been a blazing red to outshine the sun. "Unless you don't like it," he adds, licking his chest in an effort to hide the sudden bought of bashfulness.
The sound of his mate's stomach growling offers a reprieve from embarrassment, one that leads onto concern. His eyes narrow, "I'm sorry..." he had to bite down a rebuke for his mate's sister, "Hunting patrols went out late, but they should be back soon," he promises.
I will respond with Coastivy ASAP, but I drove myself mad enough trying to code the above, and would like to save some sanity. |
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