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Post by pansyblossom on Dec 30, 2016 18:23:44 GMT -5
She smiled, "Don't worry, you'll be fine. You're in good paws." She sat down next to him.
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Post by Lórien on Dec 30, 2016 18:31:15 GMT -5
Oakwind nodded back slowly, licking one of his paws. The herbs were starting to take affect, soothing Oakwind's back. He sighed as relief came to him, giving a slight purr after.
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Post by pansyblossom on Dec 30, 2016 18:35:26 GMT -5
"You can go back to your Warriors duties whenever you feel most comfortable." She kept sorting her herbs and did boring medicine cat things.
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Post by Sherk on Dec 30, 2016 18:43:38 GMT -5
"I'm probably a better one," Pebbleskip blustered proudly. Yeah, he was ah puh-reeetty good at that. Lying, that is. He brushed past Lostsong rudely, leaping up and sinking his claws into the bark. He reached the lowest branch pretty easily.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 18:44:07 GMT -5
Hazelclaw finally tore her eyes away from the chicks to cast a worried, sidelong look at the other she. "Are you sure?" She questioned. Twitching her tail, she cast a glance back at Pebbleskip, praying to StarClan for him to interject with a more confident sounding answer. Sighing quietly, she gave Lostsong a nod. "Okay, just be careful." Hazelclaw warned her. The cream and brown cat was very pretty—she cringed at the thought of her becoming crippled.
Her thoughts were abruptly disturbed by the boisterous tom, though. She blinked rapidly, a little shocked he actually did move forward. But, he was Pebbleskip, after all. Hazelclaw rolled her eyes. "Break a leg, 'Skip."
[ love love
edit: are you kidding me her prayers came true ]
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Post by Lórien on Dec 30, 2016 18:44:18 GMT -5
"I could?!" Oakwind exclaimed, his face lighting up with joy. Scrambling up on his paws, Oakwind grinned and stepped towards the cave's entrance. "I guess I'll be going now, thanks!" He meowed cheerfully, stepping out of the den without another word. He never liked being in that den, and even though moving still caused a prick of pain on his back, he would be able to tolerate it.
(Oakwind is now in the middle of the camp, so someone could spot Oakwind and come over if anyone's open.)
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Post by Sherk on Dec 30, 2016 18:46:21 GMT -5
OOC: Pfft. Pebbleskip just wants to steal the spotlight for himself because he's super lame.
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Post by Lórien on Dec 30, 2016 18:50:59 GMT -5
Lostsong let out a small huff, narrowing her eyes slightly when Pebbleskip pasted her. Though she didn't really know of Pebbleskip's skill level, she had wanted to show her clanmates that she was able to do something. It came with having a history like hers, she always felt like she had to prove herself. "Fine, you go ahead, I'm fine with that...!" Lostsong called out, Pebbleskip already high above her.
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Post by Sherk on Dec 30, 2016 18:51:47 GMT -5
OOC: How old are the kits? I'm making mine now.
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Post by Lórien on Dec 30, 2016 18:56:40 GMT -5
( 2 moons! Though we haven't really talked about a history. Sooo, how about:
These kits were raised by their mother, until recently she dumped the 4 kits inside of EchoClan territory. Later found by a patrol, the kits have been raised as part of the Clan ever since.
Feel free to change anything, I just might have to go back and change a few details once I have all of the profiles.)
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Post by Sherk on Dec 30, 2016 18:57:43 GMT -5
Wait, did she call him Skip?
...That was actually a pretty good nickname he liked it.
Pebbleskip kept on going until he was at the branch below the nest. Balancing on three legs, he raised one to dislodge it
He was actually doing pretty good until the momma bird showed up.
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Post by Sherk on Dec 30, 2016 19:00:26 GMT -5
OOC: Alright, I'm thinking his name will be Angus. Unless you wanna have the kits have more natural names, in which case he'd probably be Cotton.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 19:04:10 GMT -5
[ itd probabky be easiest if you made up some random, simple descriptions for the mother & father so we can all keep them looking similar. Lórieni.e thick furred gray tabby with blue eyes. nothing fancy. ] |
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Post by Lórien on Dec 30, 2016 19:11:43 GMT -5
(Well, for the names, just keep in mind that they'll be turned into Cottonkit, Cottonpaw, etc.
My cat is gonna by Lily.
Hm, I don't know. I was thinking of giving more freedom, honestly. Thanks though.)
Lostsong let out a yowl, fear coursing through her. Pebbleskip was quite high up in the tree, and if he lost his balance he could get severely damaged.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 19:14:59 GMT -5
A rush of panic flowed through Hazelclaw as the mother bird came back. She didn't want to yell and break his focus, amd potentially cause him to lose his balance and die, so all she could do was anxiously circle the tree.
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Post by Sherk on Dec 30, 2016 19:27:34 GMT -5
Pebbleskip crouched closer to the branch, sinking all four claws into it as the bird pecked and scratched at his ears. He wouldn't be able to let go and swat it away without risking losing his balance. He wouldn't have much time to twist and land on his feet. And forget trying to bite it: he'd miss and it'd peck his eyes out.
Maybe he should just let this one go. The grey tom hurled himself out of the tree, aiming for a soft-looking patch of ground.
He landed with a solid thud, mostly unharmed(his pride was the most injured part of him), while the momma bird settled on a branch out of reach and chirped madly at them now that her babies were safe.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 19:35:44 GMT -5
Hazelclaw scurried towards Pebbleskip the second he touched ground, terrified. "Are you alright?" Her yellow eyes were round with concern. "That was a stupid idea. I should've known three abandoned chicks were too good to be true." She turned and shot an angry glare at the robin—as if it would somehow help the situation.
"We should probably get you back to Mallowbloom and Twistedpath," Hazelclaw mewed, voice filled with anxiety. Her words were mostly to herself. "Are you able to stand alright?" It looked like quite a high fall, so the brown she wouldn't be surprised if he had dislocated—or broken—a bone. But Hazelclaw did have quite the habit to overreact.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 30, 2016 19:42:38 GMT -5
Furzepaw nodded, not protesting as Poisonfox dismissed him. The apprentice said nothing, only giving him a dip of his head before heading off to the medicine cats den. His paw pad where pretty scratched up from the day- from climbing and falling off of the tree and then hunting and scraping his paws on, well, he didn't know, but they stung.
To top that off the scar on his face was stinging to the touch, and he wanted to make sure that he didn't have an infection. Little did he know that his scar was beginning to swell, which had made it uncomfortable.He peeked his head into the den, calling out a hesitant "hello?"
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Post by Sherk on Dec 30, 2016 19:44:33 GMT -5
"I'll be fine." Pebbleskip muttered as he fluffed out his fur, trying to not look shaken. His ankles hurt a little and his ears were a little scratched up.
He'd landed on his feet, and kitties were pretty great at surviving falls. In fact, it hadn't even been a fall. He'd jumped of his own free will. So there.
Pebbleskip put a paw up to his ear, feeling blood. He winced a little. That'd leave a mark. "Let's finish the hunt."
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Post by Lórien on Dec 30, 2016 19:45:31 GMT -5
(Gotta go for the night, sorry everyone! I'll be on tomorrow though!)
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Post by Sherk on Dec 30, 2016 19:48:45 GMT -5
OOC: What the heeeck cranberry ginger ale's a thing my two favorite foods I need it so much.
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Post by nem on Dec 30, 2016 21:57:25 GMT -5
LórienJuniperfang - "Oh come on!" He shamed Sandpaw, "I only hurt you twice to my knowledge, and both times were merely accidents!" He felt guilt heavy his quivering tail as it fell to the ground. His voice was now soaked with concern, "Are you okay Sandpaw?" He zoomed up to the injured apprentice.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Dec 31, 2016 2:19:44 GMT -5
hey guys! who wants to rp? ]
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Post by Lórien on Dec 31, 2016 8:38:35 GMT -5
(Hi, ♡ Bun ♡! Currently I have Oakwind open, since he's just come out of the medicine cat den with his wound's on his back!) Sandpaw sighed, casting his eyes towards the warrior. "I think your claws came slightly unsheathed more then you thought in the heat of the battle." He meowed simply, getting up on his feet. "I'm not used to fighting so intensely as well, so far I've really only been taught to take it step by step..." He added quickly, now focusing his eyes on his own paws. "O-okay..." Lostsong meowed hesitantly, sending a worried look to Hazelclaw. They both knew that this tom would go great lengths to preserve his pride, and he was probably more hurt then he let on. She shifted her paws slightly, scenting the sharp scent of blood coming from the tom's ear. "A-are you sure?" She questioned, becoming more concerned for his heath. |
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Post by nem on Dec 31, 2016 8:57:18 GMT -5
LórienJuniperfang - Juniperfang glanced down at his long, spindly claws. That seemed very plausible. But, something that Sandpaw meowed bothered him. "How could you be ten moons old and haven't fought like that?" Juniperfang asked. "That just doesn't seem very likely, at all."
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Post by Lórien on Dec 31, 2016 9:04:17 GMT -5
"W-well, I didn't say at all. Just... most of the time I'm not fighting exactly like that." He quickly said, his eyes becoming wider as he spoke. "I-I'm a good hunter though, just not that skilled at fighting..." He admitted afterwards, keeping his eyes focused on his paws.
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Post by Felix on Dec 31, 2016 9:19:56 GMT -5
(Hey hey everyone!)
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Post by Lórien on Dec 31, 2016 9:21:06 GMT -5
(Hi Soft! How're you?)
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Post by Felix on Dec 31, 2016 9:27:33 GMT -5
(I am doing well, thanks. How are you?)
(I'm going to write a starter it someone wants to join.)
Hummingflight woke up from his nap abruptly, jumping to his paws in an instant. His stomach grumbled for food and so he slowly left the warriors den any then bounced to a mouse.
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Post by Lórien on Dec 31, 2016 10:30:07 GMT -5
(I'm doing okay, thanks!
You know what I'll just bring Oakwind over to Hummingflight.)
Spotting Hummingflight preparing to devour a mouse, Oakwind realized how hungry he was. Padding over carefully, making sure he wouldn't further open his wounds, he took a vole from the pile of prey with his claw. He flung it on the ground, beside Hummingflight. "Hello! How're you?" He asked cheerfully, lowering himself on the ground to eat the prey.
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