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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 30, 2016 18:43:40 GMT -5
Noire was out in the woods, crouched down low, eyes locked onto a sparrow. It wasn't very fat, but anything to feed his mate would help.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 30, 2016 18:44:08 GMT -5
((Is Fawn pregnant? It might give the clan some plot to be a little more desperate for prey.))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 18:46:38 GMT -5
((Is Fawn pregnant? It might give the clan some plot to be a little more desperate for prey.)) ((They wouldn't be that desperate, they have all four clan too feed them all.) |
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Nov 30, 2016 18:50:36 GMT -5
» Panthermoon sure, i guess she can be! when will the prophecy be given to sol? )
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 30, 2016 18:52:33 GMT -5
((It should happen about now. And with the blizzard that set into all four territories, the clans would all be desperate for prey.))
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Nov 30, 2016 19:13:36 GMT -5
» ahh okay. and when should she have her kits?)
While Noire was out, Fawn sighed and stood again, this time making her way over to his den. She lay in the nest present, hers having been abandoned due to the sheer cold; his larger frame offered her enough warmth to keep her from freezing, especially while expecting a litter. Her mismatched eyes scanned the small cavern that was the leader's den, finding that it was mostly closed off from the outside, save from the small opening allowing entrance. Even then, however, the she-cat still found herself shivering. She knew that this would pose a hard time for herself and the clan.
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Post by ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ on Nov 30, 2016 19:52:41 GMT -5
Aneese's fur glittered as the Starclan cat trotted soundlessly through the forest, sending a small breeze around her upon passing through bushes and trees. Where her paw's stepped, there was no print. I remember this. She purred quietly to herself, echoing it in the back of her mind. It's been a while, but the clan needs to hear this. Aneese flattened her starry ears and pushed herself into a bound, sending herself into Sol's dream.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Nov 30, 2016 19:56:08 GMT -5
» Sol was in deep sleep. He found no need to venture out into the woods to look for herbs - they'd most likely be dead anyway, and his apprentice hadn't shown up in a while. He could use an extra set of paws right around now. He grunted in his sleep, shifting in his den, a paw moving to cover his face.
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Post by ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ on Nov 30, 2016 20:15:00 GMT -5
Aneese's paws tingled with anticipation as Sol began to appear in the star lit sky of Starclan. She let her feathery tail fall softly to the ground, taking a seat a cat length away from Sol. The silent murmurs of breezes, ruffled throughout her fur as she waited for Sol to say something. Whiskers twitching in anticipation, the she-cat had her eyes closed; deep in thought about the prophecy.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 30, 2016 22:31:17 GMT -5
Later, Noire returned to camp with the scrawny bird and a surprisingly plump vole. He took the bird to the fresh kill pile, then went to his den and gave the fat vole to Fawn, purring. "Only the best for you and our kits." He meowed, brushing his nose against her belly.
(( Around the same time Mossheart does, I suppose?))
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Nov 30, 2016 22:45:56 GMT -5
» Fawn smiled and her eyes fixed on the vole her mate had brought her. She eagerly reached forward, silently beginning to eat; she hadn't eaten in what seemed like forever and her stomach was growling. "How hard was it to finally find something?" She asked, "It's freezing out there."
Sol's eyes, even in the dream, could see as a normal cat would and they fixed on the familiar cat. Aneese, he thought, and he snorted before stepping forward. "Why are you here again?" He meowed grumpily.
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Post by ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ on Nov 30, 2016 22:55:23 GMT -5
Aneese narrowed her eyes throughtfully, taking a bold step towards the starry figure of Sol. "You might as well just accept the fact that I'm here." She snapped distraughtly, whisking her tail. "I've come to give you a prophecy Sol, listen closely for I'll only repeat it once." She paused to capture his gaze. "The Tide will become strong, as does distruction in its path."
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 30, 2016 23:04:21 GMT -5
"It took a while," Noire admitted, almost sadly. He laid down beside her, his own body hungry. He didn't eat, though, just closed his eyes and laid close to Fawn. She needed it more.
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Dec 1, 2016 1:35:11 GMT -5
 -- |> Mossheart <|
The she-cat's eyes glinted with pure happiness as she sweeped the ground with her tail, she looked up at Swiftwhisker and smiled. The cold snow hasn't drifted into the barn yet, but the brown tabby could feel the cold air brush against her fur. Before Mossheart could open her mouth, she was interrupted by a sharp pain that made her body shake a little. Mossheart blinked, huffing, her belly ached a little and the she-cat wondered if it was just from hunger. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 11:47:48 GMT -5
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Post by Panthermoon on Dec 1, 2016 18:24:58 GMT -5
((Hey, Daryl! We're working on the dreams right now. Once Aneese is done with Sol, I'm sure she will come to your cat.))
Swiftwhisker leaned down and sniffed her in concern. "Mossheart, are you alright?" He asked, voice hitching in worry.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 19:50:47 GMT -5
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Dec 2, 2016 1:40:47 GMT -5
-- |> Mossheart <|
Once the pain had stopped, the she-cat blinked and looked at Swiftwhisker. "Yeah I- I'm fine," Mossheart stuttered, trying to figure out what was wrong. Her belly had a strange feeling and when the she-cat gently prodded it, it felt almost swollen in some sort of way. |
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Post by Panthermoon on Dec 2, 2016 23:44:12 GMT -5
((I won't be on tonight, I'm at a friend's house.))
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Post by Panthermoon on Dec 3, 2016 18:46:26 GMT -5
((I'm back on! Guys, we need to be sure that we're keeping this rp active. Please try and be on at least once a day.))
Noire cuddled tightly against Fawn, making sure that her swollen belly was warm. His eyes were closed, and he was fast asleep.
Swiftwhisker leaned down, brushing his nose against her belly and sniffing it. "I don't know... You sure you're feeling alright? I don't want you to be coming down with greencough." He told her, gaze full of concern.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 18:47:52 GMT -5
(i was waiting just waiting for someone to reply)
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Post by Panthermoon on Dec 3, 2016 18:55:31 GMT -5
((Bump your last post and I'll see what I can do. I think all of mine are frozen but I can wake Noire up.))
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Post by Dawnrise on Dec 3, 2016 19:14:29 GMT -5
Flame woke up from his sleep astonished. He dreamed of being in a grassy field. A slightly transparent black cat approached him, and as the cat walked closer he recognized him as his brother, Coal, who had died as a kit. His brother had told him to "stay strong" and "keep a level head" in the near future. Flame woke up cold and hungry in the cave. That was a weird dream, he thought. He rarely ever thought about his dead brother, let alone dream about, but he must've been in his memories somewhere. His mother had never been the same after his brother and sister died. Once Flame was old enough to take care of himself he left his mother and never looked back. Flame shook his head, now was not the time to focus on bad memories. He had to go hunt for himself and plan on how he would liberate his clanmates.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Dec 3, 2016 20:55:52 GMT -5
» Eyeing the tom, Fawn ate almost all of it, only leaving a small portion, then nudging it towards her mate. "Don't go hungry because of me." She mewed, watching him almost expectantly.
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Post by Panthermoon on Dec 3, 2016 20:57:36 GMT -5
"No," Noire mumbled, half awake. "I don't need it as much as you do." He promised her, pushing it back towards her. "I'll sleep off my hunger easily."
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Post by ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ on Dec 3, 2016 21:18:04 GMT -5
Aneese narrowed her eyes throughtfully, taking a bold step towards the starry figure of Sol. "You might as well just accept the fact that I'm here." She snapped distraughtly, whisking her tail. "I've come to give you a prophecy Sol, listen closely for I'll only repeat it once." She paused to capture his gaze. "The Tide will become strong, as does distruction in its path."
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Dec 4, 2016 4:34:41 GMT -5
((I'm back on! Guys, we need to be sure that we're keeping this rp active. Please try and be on at least once a day.)) Noire cuddled tightly against Fawn, making sure that her swollen belly was warm. His eyes were closed, and he was fast asleep. Swiftwhisker leaned down, brushing his nose against her belly and sniffing it. "I don't know... You sure you're feeling alright? I don't want you to be coming down with greencough." He told her, gaze full of concern. -- |> Mossheart <|
"I'm sure if I was going down with greencough, I would be coughing and very tired by now," The brown tabby meowed, twitched when the tom brushed his nose against her belly. "Watch it, that hurts a little." She closed her eyes. "Maybe I'm just hungry and need some rest," Mossheart looked around for her nest. She noticed the clump of moss that made her nest at the corner of the barn. Padding over, Mossheart scrunched her nose as she realised that the scent that clung onto the nest was different to the scent on her coat, did someone sleep in her nest? Mossheart sniffed it, no it was the her own scent, but why was it different. The she-cat shook her head and dragged her nest over to Swiftwhisker. |
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Post by Panthermoon on Dec 4, 2016 16:04:51 GMT -5
Swiftwhisker had noticed the change in her scent as well, but couldn't place why it was different. He nodded and rose, padding to a corner of the barn. Several mice-catchings later, he returned to her and set down some mice. "Eat up and see if you'll feel better."
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Dec 4, 2016 16:29:52 GMT -5
-- |> Mossheart <|
Mossheart studied the mice, they weren't as plump as they usually are, she pushed one mouse to her mate. "You have one," She meowed then chowed down on as many mice as she could, usually she only is able to eat one or maybe two mice, but after a few moments, Mossheart licked her chops after eating three mice. |
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