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Post by Rushingwolf on Sept 18, 2016 18:27:56 GMT -5
Rowanflame nodded at Bogwhisker's comment. Sounds good. I'll go get them." She mewed, glancing at Bogwhisker for a moment before padded over to the other two warriors. Her plumy tail swayed behind her as she walked.
The she-cat approached Browncloud first, seeing as he was alone. She knew that the tom probably wouldn't appreciate being bothered, but since it was for the clan, surely he wouldn't mind too much. Browncloud," She started, stopping in front of him. "Eveningstar wants a border patrol. I'm bringing Bogwhisker, Dandelionsneeze, and you, so let's get going." She said, studying the tom as he got up and nodded, replying with a simple, "Alright." She gave a satisfied smile at his words before bounding over to Dandelionsneeze to repeat the same notion.
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Post by Fallen Stars on Sept 19, 2016 15:35:15 GMT -5
[[ Hmm yeah, I suppose there could be a few cats whom won't like Bogwhisker because he is half-Clan and also Spottedclaw for having a mate from another Clan. So if anyone wants to have their cats not really keen with him that's fine with me.
I can imagine a few of the older cats being skeptical of Vixensnarl when she was leader for allowing them in, also not to mention Lilyroot who was a kittypet once. Though, I don't think anyone would dare talk back to here because oh boy she was an extremely fiery and hot-headed she-cat the time. xD She was a very intelligent cat though, and had good intentions in welcoming them in. Now she's becoming more senile and delusional after the loss of her daughter whoops ]]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Sept 19, 2016 16:37:08 GMT -5
[ If you want someone to not like him I can offer up Buzzardpaw^^
He's very proud and I feel like he'd be the type to look down on cats that are half clan or were kitty pets. He kind of reminds of Draco Malfoy in many ways now that I think about it^^ ]
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Hearing his name caused Browncloud to look over. The tom's eyes fell upon Bogwhisker, and he gave the warrior a curt nod."Hello, Bogwhisker." He mewed simply, his voice as toneless as usual. The tom had a way of something off rude or uninterested, and while much of the time he was fairly uninterested in his surroundings, he wasn't rude. He was a caring tom, he just wasn't very emotive and exuberant.
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 21, 2016 20:38:53 GMT -5
Camp | Evening Lilyroot | 25 Moons | Female [ ooc ]
Never let it be said that Lilyroot was a coward. She'd seen Stagflight padding towards her from the corner of her eye and her spine promptly stiffened. Here we go again, she thought with a mental sigh, eyes closing for just a moment to square herself against what was coming. She'd promptly given up whatever she was doing, prefering to dedicate her attention to rejecting Stagflight's twenty first– or was it the twenty second?– offer to court her. That is putting it mildly, her little mind offered up countless memories of loud, obnoxious requests reigning from a simple "you and me, we should be a thing" to Padfoot's all but trumpeting speech: "O' YE WHO HAS CAPTURED THIS POOR WRETCH'S ATTENTION. LET IT BE KNOWN THAT STAGFLIGHT HEARTS LILYROOT AND WISHES SHE WOULD BUCK UP AND TO GO OUT WITH HIM" [ the latter being the most shocking because she can't believe Stagflight would get so desperate as to have Padfoot be the go between. Really, that was one thing everyone should know. Never go to Padfoot for romantic advice, he truly is horrid at it. ]
Regardless of what airs she put off, Lilyroot did occasionally wonder– was Stagflight being genuinely sincere or was this just a gag, a running joke that would never cease. It made her chest tighten at the thought, the mere idea that anyone actually potentially loving her was just a joke to them. And what's worse! They frightened off every other male that might so happen to be interested. Well, the ones that she didn't immediately frighten off herself. coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Sept 22, 2016 18:37:30 GMT -5
[This is the new link to the joining page.]
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Sept 22, 2016 19:23:59 GMT -5
 - Stagflight ;;
Ah, she was bracing for impact. Never a good sign when one was trying to woo. But oh, that was fine. He would adapt, would he not? It was a skill he had fast learned, one now applied to the swaying of the lovely Lilyroot's opinion given his former approaches. And... yes... Padfoot had perhaps been his worst attempt at romanticizing. He was trying, yes, it just was not his forte with the particularly headstrong feline. Luckily for him, she had turned her attention on him. That in mind he could at least soften his expression, an attempt to appear far more kind than he had been in his youthful days. This... was not going to end well for him. He could tell, yet his stubborn tendencies had him pressing onward.
"Lilyroot," He greeted evenly. "Would you like to go for a hunt? I promise, I'll try not to annoy you too much." He dared venture, oversized ears twitched forward and his head moderately lowered, as if he were leaning forward in apprehension of his efforts. And honestly, could you blame him given the circumstances? He was expecting to be shot down as normal, prepared to turn away given her first disdained mew. But alas... hope for the best, prepare for the worst. He already another terrible excuse lined up for being alright with his being shot down for the twenty-odd attempt, as was quickly becoming his specialty when it came to talking to her.
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 23, 2016 17:17:07 GMT -5
Camp | Evening Lilyroot | 25 Moons | Female [ ooc ]
Lilyroot's eyes narrowed, green scouring the messy pelted tom in front of her. "Stagflight–" she paused, clearly rethinking what she would say. A hunt? That was it? Kind of anticlimactic, to be honest. "Just to be clear– this would be a hunt. Just a hunt. Me and you, going out and getting prey for the Clan. That's it. Nothing untoward. No talking even necessary." By her voice, it sounded as if she was almost considering it which was a feat in itself, and also like she couldn't quite believe what she was saying. She'd been braced to turn down such a blatant offer but a hunt was nothing, not even them spending any time together. They would just leave and return together. She could go off, catch a vole or something, then meet up with them and they could head back after they were done. The ginger she-cat was internally fighting, she didn't want to give in but this was just a hunt, right? Not them stepping out together. She could still hate him all she wanted [ she didn't, she just didn't like how he was– is. Is. ] After all she'd done very little today in the ways of her duties– it could get her back on track. Perhaps– no. She would wait till he responded to give a full response. After all, it was just a hunt...
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Sept 23, 2016 17:26:43 GMT -5
- Stagflight ;;
"Just a hunt," He confirmed for her, one ear twitching back and head inclining. Was she actually considering his offer? Oh, ho, what a step! He'd always been one step forward, two steps back with her- like a dance. He could only assume this would be the same, though he felt as if he'd been given a great big leap even if there was chance for her to still shoot him down. His second ear twitched back, head bobbing as if in the faintest of nods. "No talking necessary, Lilyroot. I respect your personal space enough to hold my tongue." Which, he supposed, was becoming more and more true by the day. At first he hadn't, no, but he was learning. It just required some consistent reminders and constantly putting him in his place. He may badger her in camp, but off on their own he'd have next to no intent of harassing her less it was all in good faith.
He genuinely liked her, he could remind himself to be appropriate- even if Padfoot's recommendations stated otherwise. Flirtations aside, he'd ask her about her day, go hunting, and then return to see if she had good hunting. Baby steps, he'd realized. A simply hunt now, perhaps a patrol later, one day he may ask to eat with her. He'd be the appropriate gentlemanly tom she sought, even if it slowly demolished his playful and mischievous side until he resorted to sneaking around with Padfoot like apprentices up to no good again.
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Post by Rushingwolf on Sept 23, 2016 20:44:15 GMT -5
Bogwhisker watched the encounter between Lilyroot and Stagflight, whiskers twitching in amusement. "D'you think he'll ever give up?" He asked Browncloud, finding it hilarious that Stagflight hasn't given up yet. Poor tom, it was a shame he hadn't moved on quite yet. Perhaps he'll find someone who genuinely liked him. Maybe. |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 25, 2016 22:11:54 GMT -5
Camp | time is inconsistant Lilyroot | 25 Moons | Female [ ooc ]
Hmm.. the idea had merit. "Alright, Stagflight. We can go on a hunt. But no Padfoot– he's a nightmare" Also he was incredibly nosy and suggestive, Lilyroot had no time for his nonsense today. At least the unkept tom in front of her was moderately pleasant today– so far, at least. The ginger female was not sure how long this nicety would last, but she would milk it for all it's worth. Peace, quiet, a hunt with ordinarily distasteful company– no matter how handsome she, for sure, didn't consider him. He clearly had slugs for brains if he couldn't take a hint after all this time. But, his company would do. As long as his stupid friend wasn't there. Admittedly, Lilyroot wasn't even sure if Padfoot was even awake, he was most likely still sleeping the day away. Regardless, Lilyroot was confident that as long as Padfoot wasn't there to stir up mischief, Stagflight could keep his words to himself.
That was one of the good things Lilyroot had to say about Stagflight, he was respectful of physical space. Although persistent, she's never actually had to resort to physical violence to get him to back off. Usually a glare or well placed words would do. coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by Fallen Stars on Sept 27, 2016 14:55:23 GMT -5
[[ Sorry for not being really active here. I should have been really trying to keep up the pace here. So let me see, if I'm correct this is what's going on at the moment. Rowanflame, Bogwhisker, Dandelionsneeze, and Browncloud are going out on a border patrol and Lilyroot and Stagflight are going hunting. I know we originally started at dawn, I think we should move it to a later time of the day now? Again apologies on my part, I should have been moving things a bit more. Umm, so let's just make it late noon? .u." ]]
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Post by Fallen Stars on Sept 30, 2016 15:53:49 GMT -5
[[ Blargh, I really need to be more active here~ uvu" Well, here's a starter post if anyone is interested in roleplaying! ]]Vixensnarl - - Outside of Elder's Den // Late Noon
Dark green eyes keenly watched the cats around her moving about dutifully. Her gaze focused on a black-furred tom in particular, her son Eveningstar. The elderly she-cat gave a sigh, recollecting on past thoughts. Not too long ago, she was Shadowclan's leader. Those times were her glory days, which the exception of when she gave birth to her three beautiful children. Vixensnarl's eyes hazed a little, thinking back to when they were kits. Look at them, my children, how they've grown. My own son a leader, my other son a fine warrior, and my daughter... A lump caught her throat, vivid flashbacks striking back at her and almost sweeping under her paws. She shook her head mentally, not daring to think such thoughts again lest she's grow miserable again. When had happened, happened. There was no way for her to get her daughter back. The dark russet she-cat shifted herself into a more comfortable sitting position as her limp leg was beginning to get sore.
After getting herself situated, she cast her gaze towards the sky. Oh Rubblepath, if you could only see how your children have grown... A soft smile crossed her face, a rather rare sight especially for nowadays. No one would really though Vixensnarl was the type to have settled down with a mate and raise a family. With her extremely fiery and snappy personality, it was a wonder at times what that tom saw in her. Usually leaders would step down for a while when having kits, but not Vixensnarl. The headstrong and determined she-cat still managed to lead a Clan even when expecting kits. It was nice to think of those memories back then, when they were all a happy family. For the moment, Vixensnarl seem genuinely happy.
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