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Post by zero on Nov 15, 2016 21:10:16 GMT -5
That would be hilarious painful to type. Maybe she puts them in camp and they fall on someone's head or something. It starts to rain claws . xP )
"Let's go back to camp. If we place them in camp with some brambles around them, then they wouldn't be stolen by birds and wouldn't fall." She said, already trying to scoot the teeth back into the pouch. She could head out to the coliseum or try to catch the butcher. She would abandon the teeth just because it would take some time to fix them. She gave a glance around at the thought of birds. she hadn't heard any in a while and that made her a bit uneasy.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:23:45 GMT -5
"Alright," Ambrosia agreed, standing back as Silva shoved the teeth back into her pouch. She turned around casually only to see Cato dawdling like the grunt he was. She felt derisive inside, but made no move to impede him in the real world. She assumed he would learn his lesson when a senior took note of his behavior.
Ambrosia nearly made to lead the other two back to camp, but stood back instead. She would feel uncomfortable with even a single cat staring at her rump, let alone two. She waited for Silva to gather her things and take the lead.
It occurred to her as she patiently waited to check her own store. She figured she might as well invite Silva—only Silva, since Cato obviously had other, more boyish things to do. Was the humble rank of Crafter beneath his rather imaginative standards? |
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Post by zero on Nov 15, 2016 21:44:26 GMT -5
Since no one seemed to be moving, Silva took the lead. She collected the leather and bag before moving back to camp. She resisted the urge to look back. In her mind, this little trip had been a waste. Cato made no movement and was probably bored to death. He would not be her future apprentice. Hopefully, some other cats would follow the crafter path. And she had looked a little mousebrain in front of one of her fellows. If she wasn't there, then the teeth might have been used and could have broken easily. Her ears flickered back at the thought. At least Ambrosia was humble about it and would keep this to herself, probably. She didn't think Cato would talk, if he even knew what happened.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:59:18 GMT -5
Ambrosia padded along after her fellow, hardly bothering to look back and check on Cato. She felt a bit ruffled by his carelessness, but was all but compelled to scold him for it. She was nowhere near brazen enough to address him directly.
As the three plunged into the camp, Ambrosia was deluged by a wave of self-consciousness. It took all of her strength to refrain from hunching over inconspicuously. She branched off of the small group of Crafters to head for her den. Head lowered with some sort of determination, she nosed around until she found her pouch. She opened it and dumped out the contents: Teeth, three curved, white canines and a motley collection of ibex teeth; leather, from the skin of prey; and a scrap of hide from what she suspected had once been some sort of game animal.
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Post by Tawnyfire on Nov 15, 2016 23:07:06 GMT -5
ello! Sorry for not responding. I feel asleep after posting and didn't see your post. ^^' ) (it's fine, btw did anything happen while I was gone?) |
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Post by zero on Nov 16, 2016 18:08:29 GMT -5
Silva watched as the other cat disappeared. Ambrosia actually seemed okay to talk to and knew some interesting things. Though she left the younger cat with no clues to how to build a secure resting place for the teeth. After setting down the pouch at the edge of camp, she moved towards her nest to look for possible holders. She pushed aside the scraps of leather and hide that were covered in sap and rocks. She had been trying to craft one of those things that twolegs wore on their heads but she was, so far, unsuccessful. She turned her attention to the old bird houseshe used to carry her things. She would have to find another bird's nest. She took the old one in her jaws and dumped it out. Shiny rocks and a couple of gold coins clinked as they fell into her nest. She would find out what to do with them later. She padded out of the den with the nest in her jaws.
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Post by zero on Nov 16, 2016 18:12:48 GMT -5
ello! Sorry for not responding. I feel asleep after posting and didn't see your post. ^^' ) (it's fine, btw did anything happen while I was gone?) Nothing much plot wise. Silva, Cato, and Ambrosia went on a small walk. I think the city plot isn't going to move far since I haven't seen the rper of Scout around. Do you want to skip to when they are coming back to camp? ) |
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Post by zero on Nov 16, 2016 19:47:26 GMT -5
boop. )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2016 20:30:48 GMT -5
(I need something for Ambrosia to react to before I can reply. That, and I'm a little stumped. I wrote two chapters of my book in one day, which is surprisingly draining.)
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Post by zero on Nov 16, 2016 21:05:06 GMT -5
Yeah. I couldn't really think of anything.
I was thinking a small patrol of apprentices, crafters, and maybe the leader can be formed to go to the coliseum. Maybe they start to collect teeth but one of the animals is less than dead. the animal starts to attack and the patrol has to run away. Maybe the patrols gets split up. )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2016 21:25:04 GMT -5
Yeah. I couldn't really think of anything. I was thinking a small patrol of apprentices, crafters, and maybe the leader can be formed to go to the coliseum. Maybe they start to collect teeth but one of the animals is less than dead. the animal starts to attack and the patrol has to run away. Maybe the patrols gets split up. ) (Good idea.) |
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Post by Tawnyfire on Nov 16, 2016 22:44:53 GMT -5
(it's fine, btw did anything happen while I was gone?) Nothing much plot wise. Silva, Cato, and Ambrosia went on a small walk. I think the city plot isn't going to move far since I haven't seen the rper of Scout around. Do you want to skip to when they are coming back to camp? ) (sure.) |
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Post by zero on Nov 17, 2016 17:04:42 GMT -5
Guardian; did you see the plot above and would you like to jump in? )
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Post by zero on Nov 17, 2016 19:59:30 GMT -5
Hey! Are you interested in the small plot above? :3 )
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Post by zero on Nov 17, 2016 21:22:25 GMT -5
Okay. I think I'm going to 'reset' all of the characters and have Aurelius call a group meeting. He'll form a patrol and head out. )
Aurelius watched the clan from the meeting tree. It was becoming painfully obvious the supplies were dwindling. Silva had just informed him of a shortage of leather and claws. He knew the gladiators would not welcome the news nor the rest of the clan. Without their collars or claws, it took away a valuable advantage. The leader knew it was time to arrange another patrol into the city. The golden cat's amber gaze shifted away from the clan to look at the city. He wasn't terribly fond of the place. He was good at navigating through the tight streets and leaping across the roofs, but he never liked the stink of the twolegs or their loud chatter. He was much more fond of the ocean spray and the soft call of the ocean. Bittersweet memories sprang up but he pushed them down. He closed his eyes and turned his head towards the clan. The tom opened his eyes and stood. "Every able-bodied cat, come to the Meeting tree!" He announced in a clear tone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 21:25:44 GMT -5
Ambrosia looked up and jogged toward the gathering grounds. She sniffed the ground below her awkwardly, unable to bring herself to meet her leader's eyes. Ever modest, the she-cat did not have a prideful bone in her body. She blinked curiously, still looking down at her feet. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 21:58:08 GMT -5
Ambrosia blenched as she felt the body of a younger she-cat collide with her own. She shuddered slightly from the impact, but quickly brushed the dirt off of her coat and shook it off. "It's alright," she mumbled, moving to the right a little with discomfort.
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Post by zero on Nov 17, 2016 22:07:28 GMT -5
Silva padded out of the crafter's den and plopped herself down next to Ambrosia. She made sure to have a couple of mouse lengths between the two of them. The other she-cat didn't seem like the type to like touching fur. She watched her leader hoping it was something to do with her earlier conversation with the tom.
Aurelius watched the group gather. His tail lazily twitched as he observed the cats. He would hate to bring some cat with an injury or a tired cat. It would be torture for the entire patrol. The golden cat sighed. It would be easier to call out for volunteers than guess. Then again, the stubborn ones would still step up. He decided to go with picking. "I will be leading a patrol out to the coliseum. As you know, from the time we leave to when we return, no one is allowed out." The leader had created this rule shortly after starting his leadership. If the twolegs had spotted them stealing, they could try to follow the cats into the countryside. Patrols might get caught in the middle. He let it sink in before speaking. "We are expected to return by moonrise, but if we don't, in the morning, small patrols of gladiators and hunters may be sent out for prey. Now," he scanned the crowd as if he hadn't already picked the cats, "Florianna, Silva, Asher, and Ambrosia will be coming along. Meet me now." He ended the meeting with a tail flick and climbed down the tree.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 22:12:39 GMT -5
"Are you sure? Your not bleeding or anything, are you?" Florianna asked, taking a respectful step backwards. She was well aware of the she cats discomfort, and didn't want to push her into speaking. The she-cat only shook her head slightly as Florianna asked the question. Ambrosia sensed Silva's presence alongside. She appreciated the she-cat's keeping her distance, in spite of her inner gregariousness; she didn't like physical contact to begin with. She fluffed up a little as the leader called her name, readying herself for the journey to come. She had been on plenty of patrols before, but never had been able to get over the frightful Twolegs. |
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Post by zero on Nov 17, 2016 22:27:27 GMT -5
Silva was a bit daunted by the fact they were going with no gladiators, but she pushed those fears aside. if they were very careful and if the leader hadn't forgotten his collector training, they should be fine. She took a deep breath before shaking out her pelt and starting to pad towards the leader and heir. She blinked when she remembered Ambrosia. "Are you coming?" She called to the other she-cat.
Aurelius watched as his heir approached. He was proud of the tall she-cat and hoped she wouldn't fail him on this patrol. He picked her much more for her quick mind than fighting or hunting ability. Not that those where terrible, he just knew the twoleg city could be dangerous and they might come across situations that need claws more than words. Hopefully, it would not come to that. He dipped his head in return. "Are you ready? Do you need herbs?" He asked.
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Post by Tawnyfire on Nov 18, 2016 9:13:50 GMT -5
Guardian; did you see the plot above and would you like to jump in? ) sure. :3) |
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Post by Tawnyfire on Nov 18, 2016 9:32:43 GMT -5
Asher's ears perked hearing his name for the patrol, slightly surprised he was picked for the patrol and padded over to where the rest of the patrol had gathered. he felt nervous going with the leader and heir, but he was also kind of excited as well. 'i wonder what the coliseum looks like.' asher thought as came to spot the rest of the patrol had gathered, dipping his head in greeting.
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Post by zero on Nov 19, 2016 17:48:59 GMT -5
Sorry for not being here. )
Aurelius shook his head. "Not right now. But when we enter the city, keep your ears pricked and eyes sharp. I would use your nose though. Twolegs aren't the cleanest and their dogs can make foxdrug smell like roses." He gave a small smile at his own joke. He hoped to lighten the mood. He had his doubts about bringing Silva, the worrywart, and Asher, the easily scared. Hopefully, having others in their rank or near their age will help. He looked over at Asher as the young tom approached. He was hoping to spot the tom's bag with him. He knew Silva and Ambrosia would have theirs, hopefully, but he wasn't sure about the budding apprentice who might be too nervous or excited to think.
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