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Post by LittleSkittlez on Oct 5, 2016 17:35:55 GMT -5
Galaxy acted like she was hurt, and tried to get up, hoping to give the tom a false since of securty. She floped over onto her side. Being a small cat, she liked to use this trick to make her attacker think they had wounded her.
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Post by Stormheart on Oct 5, 2016 19:46:44 GMT -5
(Yes Skittles, we are. I just need help with it  ) |
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 5, 2016 20:22:43 GMT -5
Tiger clicked his tongue and shook his head, continuing his pacing.
"Who do you think, I am? A mouse-brained kit?" He snapped his reply in a casual scolding tone as though talking to a kit.
"I happen to be the wrong enemy to pull this on" Tiger mewed softly in a despicable sort of manner.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 23:27:33 GMT -5
Freedom flicked her eyes towards the incoming she-cat, not worried much about the danger she could pose. Freedom had planned on ignoring the blue eyed female, up until when she jumped up and laid near her with a fish of her own. Freedom flicked her tail in annoyance and began to gnaw on her fresh kill but was interrupted by the silvery gray cat. Freedom raised her olive gold eyes to meet hers and slowly responded, 'Freedom.' She didn't say nice to meet you, no friendly greeting. Just her name. Freedom had learned not to give up too much information too quickly. Usually, more often than not, the other cat had more to say. Dipping her head in a small greeting, Freedom returned to her meal.
Otter stalked closer and closer to his prey until he was just feet away. As he readied for the kill and prepped himself for victory, a teeny tiny little twig snapped under his paw and off the rodent went, scurrying through the grass like its little life depended on it.. and it did. With and angry growl, Otter gave chase, bolting after the brown tuft of terrified fur. His legs pumping furiously under him, flying across the grass. The problem with this scenario is that yes, Otter was very well built, but his short legs didn't have the reach and he ran out of stamina a little too quickly. As the mouse outran him and disappeared into the nearby underbrush of the forest, Otter came to a grinding halt. Angry at missing his target, he decided to head over to the area where the minnow pond met the wetlands. He needed to cool off and his favorite way to do that was to soak in some nice, cold mud.
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Post by LittleSkittlez on Oct 6, 2016 6:57:48 GMT -5
Galaxy lay on her side, closed her eyes, and let out a fake grown of pain. She started to take shallow breaths, hoping to make the tom come closer.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 6, 2016 8:13:26 GMT -5
Tiger watched her, but didn't really seem to be paying attention. He gave her pain the cold shoulder, whether it was real or not, he didn't care much. He stepped backwards, moving away, but making sure to keep his eyes on her.
"Since it seems you run out of decent tricks. I'll be moving along, might try and catch myself another mouse. Please, try not to follow me. I'd rather not loose my next meal." Tiger said in his casual tone before turning away and bolting toward the Minnow Pond. He might as well try for a fish if you couldn't get a mouse.
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 6, 2016 21:52:08 GMT -5
Silver found herself in the bushes her eyes glowing with curiosity. She could see one she-cat laying on her side and the other cat a tom growling something to her before backing away uninterested in fighting and then took off towards the Minnow Pond. The silver she-cat almost hissed with frustration, she was kinda looking forwards to some action. |
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 7, 2016 9:17:41 GMT -5
{{ So I would like to come up with a plot for The Marshlands, until Tangleclan splits and some come to the Marshlands and create the clan. Tangleclan just recently chased off a pair of mated foxes from their territory. What do you guys think about having those foxes cause chaos in the Marshlands until the time is right? That or does anyone else have any great plot ideas??? }} |
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Oct 7, 2016 12:32:18 GMT -5
(Hmm, I'm not sure, but I'll be leaving for my cousins today and I'll be gone all week. I don't think I'll have acsess to a computer. But feel free to continue without me. I'll pop back in when I get back)
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Post by LittleSkittlez on Oct 7, 2016 12:40:26 GMT -5
Ok I don't know we're to go from here))
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Post by Kestrelfeather on Oct 8, 2016 7:06:50 GMT -5
That's a good idea!)
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 9, 2016 12:56:52 GMT -5
{{ Okay sweet. Well lets just up it to three foxes roaming around the marshlands. Two of them males and one female. One of the males and the female are a traveling pair who just entered the Marshlands. And the third, the second male, has already been living in the Marshlands. First come first serve lets make the foxes start attacking cats. }}
As Silver kept in the bushes all her focus on what was going on ahead of her. Suddenly the wind changed and she caught the whiff of a strong musky scent that was absolutely unmistakable. Her pelt bristled instinctively and she quickly backed out of the bush she was in and with wide eyes she frantically looked about her. Without warning a large male fox burst out of the bushes to the side of her and pounced on top of her. All the silver and dappled she-cat could do was yowl in pain as the fox picked her up and shook her like a rag-doll. |
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Post by ๐
๐๐ถ๐ธ๐ฝ on Oct 9, 2016 13:20:36 GMT -5
Name:: Mist
Name When Clan Forms:: Mistrunner
Gender:: female
Age:: 32 moons
Current Rank:: loner
Wanted Rank:: medicine cat
Description:: A pretty, light grey-colored she-cat with a white underbelly and long, feathery fur. Her eyes are a strikingly blue color. She's not very large, but she's extremely agile and silent. Mist excels at keeping herself hidden and away from harms away, although she will fight if she must defend herself.
Personality:: A notable trait is that this she-cat is a pacifist. She doesn't like fighting with anyone or anything and would rather find the middle ground. She's especially stubborn and determined, which doesn't really make it any better. She has a mysterious vibe coming from her, choosing not to say much about herself, but she's friendly and is quick to strike conversations with others, especially with her soothing and calming voice.
Den Location:: in an abandoned burrow underneath one of the large pines, near the minnow pond
Mate/Crush:: none, open!
Other:: she lives with her younger half-brother in the same den.
Name:: Silk
Name When Clan Forms:: Silkwhisper
Gender:: male
Age:: 15 moons
Current Rank:: loner
Wanted Rank:: warrior
Description:: Silk's appearance is similar to his sisters. He's a light grey, almost as if an off white, and has grey toes. His fur is long and feathery, like Mist's, and bears the same icy eyes, with flecks of green in them. He's almost of Mist's height and is a little more muscular, but despite so, his personality doesn't make him put that to much use. His ears have various notches on them and his tail appears to be crooked at the end, seemingly from an accident when he was younger; often, it causes for him to have issues with balance, but he manages even with that disability.
Personality:: He's shy and quiet and does not like to approach others. He often seeks for Mist's company to comfort his anxiety, and Mist protects him at all costs. However, if anyone were to ever rudely acknowledge his sister, he's quick to defend her, even if he stutters. He doesn't like being spotlighted and doesn't like being approached by talky females, and would rather be in the presence of other silent cats like him. More often than not, Silk is shaky and clumsy and often gives up in fear of making matters worse.
Den Location:: With Mist
Mate/Crush:: none, open
Other:: is mist's younger half-brother
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 9, 2016 14:41:19 GMT -5
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Post by Kestrelfeather on Oct 9, 2016 16:01:07 GMT -5
Hello! Is anyone open to RP?)
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Post by ๐
๐๐ถ๐ธ๐ฝ on Oct 9, 2016 16:36:01 GMT -5
(im up for rp! just might be a little poofy on weekdays)
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 10, 2016 16:08:09 GMT -5
{{ Hello?? Anyone up to RP?? }} |
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Post by ๐
๐๐ถ๐ธ๐ฝ on Oct 10, 2016 16:26:19 GMT -5
(i am!)
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 10, 2016 16:29:17 GMT -5
{{ Silver just got attacked by a fox and in need of some desperate help. }} |
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Post by ๐
๐๐ถ๐ธ๐ฝ on Oct 10, 2016 16:40:57 GMT -5
ok! mind starting?)
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 10, 2016 16:51:40 GMT -5
{{ Okay sweet. Well lets just up it to three foxes roaming around the marshlands. Two of them males and one female. One of the males and the female are a traveling pair who just entered the Marshlands. And the third, the second male, has already been living in the Marshlands. First come first serve lets make the foxes start attacking cats. }}
As Silver kept in the bushes all her focus on what was going on ahead of her. Suddenly the wind changed and she caught the whiff of a strong musky scent that was absolutely unmistakable. Her pelt bristled instinctively and she quickly backed out of the bush she was in and with wide eyes she frantically looked about her. Without warning a large male fox burst out of the bushes to the side of her and pounced on top of her. All the silver and dappled she-cat could do was yowl in pain as the fox picked her up and shook her like a rag-doll. |
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Post by ๐
๐๐ถ๐ธ๐ฝ on Oct 10, 2016 17:04:00 GMT -5
Mist rose from her spot in her den, away from her sibling and nearing the exit of the small burrow she called her home. She made sure the Silk was asleep and away from any potential danger, but then again, they were on their own and danger was a commonly seen neighbor. Regardless, she made sure her herbs were still packed and wrapped in ivy leaves and hidden under some large roots before she slid out of her den through a small opening, just barely large enough for her to slip inside through. Her nose caught the scent of something odd; perhaps the danger she had been long awaiting?
She shook the feeling off. It wasn't nearby, it was a little ways from their den, and she needed to stock up on some horsetail just in case they were to ever find themselves injured. Cobwebs were a little difficult to find, but Silk was the one who helped her do that.
It wasn't long before she heard the faint yowl. She couldn't think otherwise: it was a cat. Still near the den, she slid back inside and woke her sibling up, not wanting to leave him alone with a possible threat nearby. She had asked him to pick a small pack or two of the herbs, just in case they'd have to abandon their home, and he quickly obliged. The two were off, heading towards the yowl and commotion, until Mist halted and Silk stood behind his sister. Mist's eyes fell on the silver and dappled she-cat, and without hesitation, she motioned for Silk to hide by a tree before sprinting at full speed in the direction of the fox. She knew she wouldn't cause much harm, especially with her small size, but she leaped onto the creature's back and sank her claws into its fur, her teeth aiming for the back of its neck.
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Post by Kestrelfeather on Oct 10, 2016 19:27:40 GMT -5
Hello!)
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Post by ๐
๐๐ถ๐ธ๐ฝ on Oct 10, 2016 20:49:05 GMT -5
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 11, 2016 11:12:19 GMT -5
{{ I'm back  }} Silver felt the fox release her and she dropped to the ground. Her body was in so much pain that at first she couldn't move and was just going to let the fox finish her off. However to her surprise she could see another cat had attacked the fox trying to save her. It gave her hope and the will to survive and she pushed the pain away and rose to her paws. Giving a ferocious yowl, that echoed through the forest Silver unsheathed her claws and jumped at the foxes hid quarters. Blood splattered on her as she started to rip out pawfulls of russet fur. She then took the oppertunity to bite down on its lower hind leg her teeth easily breaking through it hide and into its flesh. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 12:10:55 GMT -5
Name:: Blurry
Name When Clan Forms:: Swiftfur
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 32 moons
Current Rank:: loner
Wanted Rank:: Warrior
Description:: A big fluffy tom that is black,gray, and white. His paws are large, but his fur is longfurred that makes him tired easily faster than others. His tail is fluffy and his left ear is torn, while his right ear has nicks. Blurry has big Amber eyes.
Personality:: A quiet, but mysterious cat with a soft tone. The tom isn't loud, but doesn't seem shy at all. Blurry loves to explore different places, but he doesn't really have a per ant home. The tom loves to hunt and talk to others about their problems and maybe can solve it.
Den Location:: He is like a nomad, so he doesn't really have a home.
Mate/Crush:: Silver
Other::
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Post by Kestrelfeather on Oct 11, 2016 14:19:17 GMT -5
Hello?)
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 11, 2016 15:34:34 GMT -5
{{ Accepted }}
{{ Also, Marshland Announcement.
I would like it if everyone could start to meet up with each other. Lets just say that the foxes are starting to circle the territory pushing all of the cats together in the middle pretty much forcing them to meet up. Not all of the cats have to fight with the foxes they can just scent them and start moving to the heart of the marshlands to escape them. I would eventally like everyone to meet up in the Nettle Hollow, which is big enough for everyone and give the cats the protective cover that they need. May the start of the clan forming commence. }} |
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