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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 27, 2016 14:33:07 GMT -5
"Of corse Ashclaw! What's on your mind?" Whitefeather allowed. Her ears perked tall to show she was listening and her whiskers twitched with interest and embarrassment.
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Post by Lionflower on Nov 27, 2016 14:37:21 GMT -5
"Um...Well.." he started, then stood up tall. "Whitefeather, Will you be my Mate?" he asked then gave his chest a cuple of lickes, he was getting red, of embarrassment.
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 27, 2016 14:40:13 GMT -5
Whitefeather's ears and paws burned with even more embarrassment. She'd had a crush on Ashclaw since they were kits! She was so flustered and she didn't know why to say. "Y-yes!" She managed a low whisper, scared that if she spoke any louder she might hurt the prospect of them being mates.
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Post by Lionflower on Nov 27, 2016 14:49:15 GMT -5
Ashclaw Purred loudly. he couldn't believe his ears, he leaned closer to Whitefeather. "You mean it?" he asked, He wanted to skweel like a kit, but he didn't because he was a Warrior not a kit. He had a crush on Whitefeather ever since he open his eyes. Ashclaw was red from head to tail.
((Wow Ashclaw is red! Lol))
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 27, 2016 14:53:30 GMT -5
XD)
"Yes, I mean it." Whitefeather confirmed. She leaned over and licked his ear as a sign of affection, her entire body burning from embarrassment.
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Post by Lionflower on Nov 27, 2016 15:14:39 GMT -5
Ashclaw Purred and Wraped his tail around Whitefeather, and licked her ear. He was so happy.
Tinycloud patted out of the warrior den and glanced up at his brother, His heart fell in two, Tears streamed down his muzzle, he ran back into the warrior den, he droped into his nest, He was heart broken.(Poor him )
Roseleap woke and saw tinycloud, she sat up and patted over to him, laying next to him she wraped her tail around Tinycloud like He was a Kit.
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 27, 2016 15:43:13 GMT -5
Whitefeather let out a long purr, not noticing that Tinycloud had spotted them. "My pelt is still a little damp, I'll race you to the top of Small Cliff. It'll help my pelt to dry." She suggested, getting to her paws.
(I'll put together a list of areas in each clan's territory, but for now, Small Cliff is a a tall, jagged rock with one side totally flat and the top hangs over it a bit. It's three fox lengths tall and it's South-East of camp, about a ten minute walk to the CrimsonClan border. A gnarled oak sits near Small Cliff and the roots stick out and break trough the ground around the tall rock. )
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Post by Lionflower on Nov 27, 2016 15:47:43 GMT -5
Ashclaw nodded and stood up, getting ready to take off "ready..set.." he begun, ready to dash off once he says Go.
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 27, 2016 16:27:41 GMT -5
Whitefeather sprinted after Ashclaw with a huff of amusement. She took long strides and caught up to him so she was running along side him, trying to go faster so she could overtake him.
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Post by Lionflower on Nov 27, 2016 16:33:50 GMT -5
Ashclaw ran, but slowed just a little so that Whitefeather was a whisker ahead of him, he purred, "You can't beat me!" he purred.
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 27, 2016 16:41:02 GMT -5
"I bet I can!" Whitefeather purred, veering to the right. She cut past a couple trees and pushed through a bush, coming onto the worn path two doc lengths in front of Ashclaw. "Shortcuts," she teased.
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Post by Lionflower on Nov 27, 2016 17:08:25 GMT -5
Ashclaw purred, "Maybe next time, I'll beat you" he purred and sat down trying to catch his breath.
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 27, 2016 17:11:38 GMT -5
Whitefeather slowed to a stop and looked back at Ashclaw. "We aren't even at Small Clif yet." She purred in amusement, though she was also tired from hunting earlier and and this run. She padded over and sat next to her mate, wrapping her tail around her paws.
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Post by ~5~Scarfire~5~ on Nov 27, 2016 17:16:24 GMT -5
May I be able to join? =)
~5~Scarfire~5~ - Cacoonfur - tom - 120 moons - CrimsonClan - Elder - a long furred and broad-shoulder dark brown and cream-colored tom - His love for pranks has not demised with age. He'll often tell scary stories to kits and apprentices. - His former mate is now in StarClan. -
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 27, 2016 18:44:24 GMT -5
(Accepted! I'll add him right now. You may begin roleplaying )
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Post by Lionflower on Nov 28, 2016 16:20:13 GMT -5
"I know" he purred, and licked his mate behind the ear, before getting up and dashing off like a bolt of lighting, he slowed just a bit, so his mate can catch up.
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 28, 2016 16:38:29 GMT -5
"That was a dirty trick!" Whitefeather called after him, annoyed and amused at the same time. She got to her paws and chased after him, pushing her muscles so she could catch up with the tom. She chased after him to Small Cliff, leaping over a large root before placing a paw on the bumpy stone. She began to pad up the rock after her mate, a purr rumbling in her throat.
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Post by Lionflower on Nov 28, 2016 18:38:56 GMT -5
"Yes it was" he purred, but lost footing and triped, falling in a little puddle,and spalshing mud every were, he sat up and started laughing, a purr rumbled in his throut.
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 28, 2016 20:06:25 GMT -5
Nightwhisper stood in midst of the other warriors. "Warriors of CrimsonClan! In the leadership of Ivystar, when I was but a kit, I heard tales of Roar Ledge. When an apprentice became a warrior, he would stand at the top and yowl his challenge to all the clans and beasts of wild. It had been a tradition passed on since the time of Crimson, Jay and Lily. LilyClan stole this traditions from under our paws in a night raid. It was in leaf-bare and Ivystar thought it was not wise to try and reclaim our stone, but leaf-bare past and the seasons dragged past." The black she-cat listened intently as Kitestar spoke and she noticed his tail lashing. "As leader, I have been preparing for the day we might take it back. Small Cliff, a pathetic name for the mighty stone. Tonight, we set our markers and stand strong, we will reclaim what is rightfully ours!" The clan burst into yowls of agreement at this.
Whitefeather purred in amusement as she lay on the top of the stone, the sun-high light warming her fur. "Might as well stop at the river on our way back, I hope you don't mind getting your paws wet." She purred before continuing in a more annoyed tone, "I don't get why JayClan Warriors don't swim. They're so glued to their trees that they don't dare get their paws wet as if it'll suddenly disable them from climbing."
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Post by ~5~Scarfire~5~ on Nov 29, 2016 0:24:34 GMT -5
Cacoonfur sat at the edge of crowd that gathered around Kitestar, near the elder's den. Unsure whether to join the approving yowl or not. Memories of his own warrior ceremony played in his mind. That night he felt powerful and strong, ready to take on anything. He stood on that rock. Although painful memories came with it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 16:53:42 GMT -5
 
Omg I didn't know we were rping!!)
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Post by Quailfeather on Dec 5, 2016 16:54:38 GMT -5
Once all the gathered cats had broken up into small groups to talk, Honeystep padded out of the elder's den next to Cacoonfur. "Kitestar is reckless, but he has good intentions. I remember my turn on that stone, I felt like I was on top of the world. I must have stayed there from dusk to dawn." She purred her amusement, her mew raspy. Grey furs speckled her muzzle and pelt, her fur dull compared to how it used to look.
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Post by Quailfeather on Dec 5, 2016 16:55:55 GMT -5
(It's fine Daryl, I guess I forgot to like your post and I was gone for a few days, but I forgot to check up on this rp)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 17:13:12 GMT -5
Quailfeather
Breezestar went into the nursery to see the queen on how she was doing. "Hello.", purred the tom to the queen as he laid besides her. The clan didn't have warriors or apprentices which would cause a problem when these kits had to be mentored.
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Post by Lionflower on Dec 5, 2016 18:00:44 GMT -5
Whitefeather purred in amusement as she lay on the top of the stone, the sun-high light warming her fur. "Might as well stop at the river on our way back, I hope you don't mind getting your paws wet." She purred before continuing in a more annoyed tone, "I don't get why JayClan Warriors don't swim. They're so glued to their trees that they don't dare get their paws wet as if it'll suddenly disable them from climbing." Ashclaw purred, "maybe there swimless birds" Ashclaw laughed, then Ashclaw thought for a momment. "Maybe thats why there called JAYclan, is because there have birds" he joked, he didn't want to sound to mean, just funny. |
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Post by Quailfeather on Dec 5, 2016 19:07:35 GMT -5
Whitefeather purred along with Ashclaw in amusement. "I don't think they're so much birds as they are squirrels. Maybe in Jay, Crimson and Lily's day they had wings, but not anymore." She purred, remembering the elder's tales of the legends on how the three clans were formed.
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Post by Quailfeather on Dec 5, 2016 19:15:06 GMT -5
Quailfeather
Breezestar went into the nursery to see the queen on how she was doing. "Hello.", purred the tom to the queen as he laid besides her. The clan didn't have warriors or apprentices which would cause a problem when these kits had to be mentored.
Dawncry looked up as Breezestar entered the nursery. "Hello, Breezestar. How are you?" She asked politely, her white paws tucked under her while she lay, her chocolate colored fur obviously different that the two grey kits. Anyone who saw her adopted kits would know they weren't blood related to her, unlike Fawnkit who's pelt matched Dawncry's sister's pelt, though she was in Starclan. The three kits were playing just outside of the nursery where she could watch them from the comfort of the nursery, late Sun-high light filtering into the den. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 20:59:58 GMT -5
The tom dipped his head as he licked his paws. Breezestar replied," Just worrying about who will mentor the kits." The tom frowned and was still having those thoughts on what to do. He looked at Dawncry again.
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Post by ~5~Scarfire~5~ on Dec 6, 2016 12:36:35 GMT -5
Cacoonfur nodded in agreement with Honeystep. "Same, I was remembering the night that LilyClan stole our land from us. My little brother from a younger litter, Talonpaw, was seriously injured and didn't make it that leaf-bare."
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