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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 28, 2016 16:32:29 GMT -5
OOC; HOME Yay ugh <3
Razz if you want, Brindleflower is just sorting herbs,
Gingerpaw can join her ;w; Maybe she'll take him out
training or something. Bluerunner Tom - 15 moons - Warrior
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Bluerunner
Location - forest Mood - at ease Tagged - Duskfeather
"Hmm.. Personally, nope! I'll go wherever you wish to hunt." He purred happily, his tail curling. He was honestly just excited to get out of the camp. "I haven't been a warrior for long, so I haven't really spent much time hunting on my own, so I don't really have any favourite spots, but I'm the best at hunting rabbits!" He boosted playfully, his long legs and speed giving him an edge in hunting.
"Alright," Duskfeather replied with a smile at the young tom. "We'll head over towards the River of Blood. It'll probably be are best bet for non-forest prey, and the forest is bound to be cold." Duskfeather couldn't help the feeling of joy that flooded his fur as the younger cat looked up to him. The tabby warrior had always wanted an apprentice, and thankfully Swiftstar had given him Flickerpaw to mentor. However, the tom would often find himself wishing for a less argumentative one. Though he held no doubt that the young tom would make an excellent warrior, his attitude was always dragging him behind his fellow trainees, and Duskfeather always though the he and the young cat missed the mark on the relationship most mentors and apprentices shared. With a slight sigh, the tom realized he been caught up in his own thoughts and hadn't moved towards the river. "Sorry," he mumbled to no one in particular and bounded away, hoping that the spry young warrior could keep up. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 16:33:51 GMT -5
 
@harvestmoon it is okay ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 16:34:02 GMT -5
❈ -- (Oh, that's great! I think Hailsong was gonna die there...)
Hailsong whipped around at the new, yet familiar voice. Thank StarClan! He thought with relief. He didn't say anything except for a polite dip of his head. I'll let them take over... unless if there's a battle. But the battle won't last long... there's only one of him. Or is there?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 16:39:33 GMT -5
Daryl listened to a new voice and frowned raising an eyebrow. " Name is Daryl, and I just happen to stop here cause I venture these woods after my brother died.", stated the rouge not showing fear or hostility to the new band of cats. "I don't do any harm besides as I said, venture these nice woods.", purred Daryl showing delight to the patrol.
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ѕιlvy
Was formerly silvermoon190, feel free to send a PM <3
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Post by ѕιlvy on Nov 28, 2016 16:52:11 GMT -5
I'm too lazy to get my template so...xD }
Sharpthistle followed on after the other two, the scents growing stronger. As they pushed through the undergrowth, the sight of the other, outsider tom-cat made his fur bristle slightly, his claws already unsheathing. It was clear he wasn't a fan of outsiders in the least bit. Still, he didn't hesitate in letting Flintfang push his way to the front to interrogate the rogue cat. As noted before - he preferred not to get his paws dirty. Still, it was easy to feel a hostile vibe coming from the thin, tall tom cat. He gave Hailsong a little glaring look. "Aren't cat's supposed to chase these vermin away?" He hissed quietly towards him before his icy gaze whipped back towards Daryl. "Well these 'nice woods' are home to Echoclan which means creatures like you shouldn't be here." He hissed, ears flattening slightly. Pleasant demeanor or not - you let one outsider pass by and they attracted more...or something like that.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 17:00:27 GMT -5
"Rude aren't you clan cats? Well, I am not a creature, I am a cat like you.", chuckled Daryl not caring about his rude comment. He didn't unsheathed his claws just yet because he knew trouble was going to show, but he didn't want to show he was immature for handling problems like this. His narrowed eyes stared at Flintfang not showing aggression at this clan cat and he didn't glare at the patrol since these cats probably thought they were the rulers of the forest or something.
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Post by AlchemistMage on Nov 28, 2016 20:53:34 GMT -5
Shadepaw's whiskers curved upwards for the slightest fraction, then stiffened out. She had to stop acting so weird around him! And they'd just became...acquaintances. She refused to let her mind waver around another word she had been considering using. "Then shall I get us a mouse?" She asked quickly, not waiting for his answer, but rather scrambling to get away. I can't wait until tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 20:59:36 GMT -5
❈ -- Flickerpaw had barely heard the she-cat's question. Instead, he was thinking, think, think, think, think, think... The dark tom had wanted to smash his forehead against a rock. Realizing that she had left, he looked outside of the apprentice's den wondering where she had gone. Oh, he realized as he saw the silver pelt of Shadepaw at the fresh-kill pile. okay. Getting us prey.
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Razz
I WANT TO BE A VET DAMNIT
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Post by Razz on Nov 28, 2016 21:42:03 GMT -5
Acornfall heard the small comments of irritation from the other two toms, but deftly ignored them. Let them talk; he knew where he was going and what he wanted from the situation. Ah, look, there was the rogue. Hailsong as well. The faint undertone of fresh EchoClan scent had been another warrior, rather as he had thought. Very good. And then he heard the irritable comments from the two toms behind him. Oh great, here they went again with the hostility. "What my clanmate means," Acornfall mewed, his deep baritone rumbling out of his chest in a rather pleasant manner, "Is that you are intruding on clan territory. This is our land; it is what we live off of. We cannot have rogues like yourself taking our prey and space. There are boundaries for a reason." It was the most he had spoken in a rather long time, leave it to Flintfang and Sharpthistle to be the ones to force him into the diplomatic role. It didn't quite irritate him, just kind of lent him a small amusement in the back of his skull. He wasn't normally one for speaking respectfully, and yet here he was speaking the most diplomatically out of his companions. Fine. If it prevented a battle, then he was fine with it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 22:38:54 GMT -5
{Oh XDD, hmm is there anyone available/want to role-play with me?}
(Unless if you wanna jump in with Hailsong and Daryl... best option there is XD all others are... kinda private) |
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Post by Scartail48 on Nov 28, 2016 22:44:12 GMT -5
(Hey Scartail! Back a few pages there's the starter posts for my characters Littlepaw and Owlflight. You could have Sunflower or Graniteclaw talk to one of them if you like.) (Sorry I didn't respond. I've been busy all day, but I'll be on tomorrow.  ) |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 3:26:23 GMT -5
{ heya moon !! also, hi scartail !! i posted something on the last page for you ♥︎ } |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 3:54:52 GMT -5
{ also xxfantasy, i had an idea for a roleplay which i think could be cute ^^ } |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 7:43:43 GMT -5
❈ -- (Sure. Go ahead and tell the world say it here... unless if it's not against the rules)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 7:51:41 GMT -5
{ well, both bella and thistlebreeze have crushes and stuff. so i'm not sure, maybe them talking about it to each other, possibly giving advice ?? it's okay if you don't want to do it though ^^ } |
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 29, 2016 8:07:57 GMT -5
❈ -- "Okay..." The tabby didn't know what to say. He could suspect that the she-cat was lying about something. Something she didn't want to say. Whatever. It's probably nothing important, he reassured himself. He too, agreed in the topic change. "Oh! Er, yeah! Let's continue." For the rest of the walk Silverstreak stayed silent, not risking another idiotic slip. By the time the waste of the Hanging Cliff came into view, the pain in her ankle had reduced itself to a dull throb. "See anything suspicious?" The silver warrior asked, dropping her muzzle to the ground. |
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Post by HvghDuhh on Nov 29, 2016 9:21:38 GMT -5
  Name: | Where at: | Rank:
✧-- Redbreeze was bored. He was in the middle of camp, standing and doing nothing. He had no idea where his apprentice was, so he scratched any thing to do with her out of his mind. Once his legs got tired, he sat down and waited for something to happen.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 10:40:54 GMT -5
❈ -- (@winterlynx, it's okay)
Thistlebreeze narrowed his eyes against the harsh wind. I have always hated this place. "Err... not bad. I guess. Still the usual bad weather here, though." Can we go now? The brown tabby wanted to leave yet... Silverstreak seemed in charge of this patrol. Well, I guess I'll have to wait then.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 11:37:48 GMT -5
Razz
Daryl frowned once again not wanting to move out of his little hideout. "Thank you for your kindness clan cat. ", he said mumbling to Acornfall. "But once again, I didn't even take or eat any of your prey. I don't like hunting in this area because of the risks I take because your clan will snap at any cat for setting foot on your territory.", continued Daryl calmly trying not to show his frustration towards these cats. Merle was right all along, these clan cats thought they were the rulers of the forest and own the whole territory in the forest.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Nov 29, 2016 15:51:46 GMT -5
Flintfang // Acornfall, Sharpthistle, & Dayrl
A side glance was given to Acornfall as Flintfang stepped up a bit so that he was a bit closer to the dark tom. His posture wasn't aggressive, and his eyes held a sort of stoic calmness. But when he spoke it sounded more like a sharp warning, an opposite from Acornfall's less...hostile warnings. Perhaps he was being a bit more rash than usual today.
"Do forgive my rudeness...Daryl," he apologized, the name sounding odd and alien on his tongue. "I understand that you might not know of our laws and regulations. But if you're here to 'explore', then I am afraid you have the wrong location. Unless you have a valid reason, if we sense you our frontier again, you will be penalized for it." A sudden, almost...genial glint came to the Oriental's eyes. "You are, however, free to venture around our land - so long as your paws do not pass over the borders."Sorrelpaw // Stumblestep
A bright smile leaped right onto Sorrelpaw's face, the once serious, glaring gaze evanescing into nothing. He wanted to yowl with joy, but suppressed his great relief and happiness. It seemed as if the incident didn't just occur, which actually confused Sorrelpaw slightly. But it was all resolved, which was good. He was happy, she was happy; that's all he wanted.
Soon, they arrived back at the camp. At Stumblestep's amused question, he nodded with a giggle. "I am slightly hungry...for some peculiar reason, I didn't eat this morning." He decided to break away from his mentor for moment, to give her breathing space, moving to the pile and choosing a fresh vole. It looked appetizing, and as he grasped it in his jowls, he felt his mouth water. He didn't realize exactly how hungry he was! Moving under a nearby tree, the tabby crouched, giving thanks to StarClan before starting his lunch.Blossompaw // Swiftstar
As Swiftstar twisted in the opposite direction, Blossompaw veered over to try and counter, but her mentor was much too fast, ramming into her side. She hit the ground with a cry, landing on the ground. Her lips curled back into a loud, audible hiss as she pushed herself back up. Half of her body was immediately covered in dirt, wood splinters and some grass in the mix. She couldn't just sit and fix it; she'd get a good clout on the ear, most likely.
Shaking herself out the best she could, the bobtail turned to face Swiftstar, backing up to make the gap as large as possible. Then, she began to dash back and forth in a zig-zag motion, to confuse Swiftstar and make her wonder which side she'd attack on first. Blossompaw chose the left, and landed a somewhat sloppy headbutt to her leader's shoulder.xxfantasy , ѕιlvy , Razz , @cookiecollector94
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 15:57:45 GMT -5
❈ -- Swiftstar narrowed her eyes in confusion, yet tried to keep it unnoticed. Smart, she thought. As Blossompaw butted Swiftstar with her head, she had still stood ground but had bumped into the nearest tree. Mouse dung! She let out a frustrated hiss and then leaped at the apprentice and aimed for her throat, only to use the same tactic as she had before and knock Blossompaw from her paws onto the ground.
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Post by lazy penguin on Nov 29, 2016 16:26:46 GMT -5
Silverstreak || Hanging Cliff || xxfantasy
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Silverstreak nodded, lowering her gaze to sweep the Twoleg rubbish that littered the landscape. The she-cat took a couple steps forward, completely oblivious to the tomcat's hesitance. "You can smell the sea," she whispered as the salty scent bathed her senses. She always liked it here, the silver she-cat remembered. We would dare each other to walk closer to the edge while our mentors weren't looking. With a remorseful smile the young warrior found herself being sucked up in a tidal wave of bittersweet memories, yet she shoved them away forcing herself to focus on the present. "We should head back if nothing seems off," she managed, turning away from the tom so he wouldn't see the reluctance on her face.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 16:33:19 GMT -5
❈ -- Thistlebreeze had the will to walk closer to the cliff's edge. "Yeah," he answered quietly. She's... not saying something. Perhaps it's not the best if I'm mates with someone who's lost in the past. Yet... she's still... He shook away his thoughts. "We should," he agreed. "It's almost dusk."
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Post by Scartail48 on Nov 29, 2016 18:55:16 GMT -5
(If you still want to rp, Winterlynx and Razz.)
Graniteclaw was padding throughout the camp, dying of boredom and scanning the camp for something to do. His eyes stopped on his apprentice, Bella, and lit up. He walked over and tapped her on the head. "It's time to train," he meowed, and flicked his tail for her to follow as he started to pad away.
Sunflower sat in the middle of camp, watching a butterfly dart away. She let out a low growl, waited for a moment, then pounced. However, she missed and made an awkward tumble. She groaned and looked up at the butterfly, who she swore was laughing at her. "Whatever. I didn't want to catch you anyway," she muttered.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 20:17:18 GMT -5
Cynthia | 19 Moons | Echo Forest | AfternoonWhile Cynthia was about to catch herself a mouse she heard some voices not far from her. She was cautious and moved close to a bush, she saw a lone tom cat with other cats talking to him. She heard one say something about prey, she was confused but kept listening. She had hoped that no one would see her in the bush she wanted the mouse so bad, but if it meant getting in trouble with the group of cats that are talking to the tom, she'd rather not. Although she needed to eat something she was getting weak from just walking. Would they try and understand? She asked herself. She positioned herself and laid on the ground comfortably for the group to leave so she could get the mouse that she oh so craved. Her ears perked up to hear the sounds of birds and the scurrying of mice. The brown tabby she-cat did her best to move more comfortably but only twigs broke under her paws. She froze hoping that the other did not her hear her movements.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 4:28:58 GMT -5
{ HvghDuhh, are you roleplaying with me ?? } |
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Post by Scartail48 on Nov 30, 2016 8:09:12 GMT -5
(If you want, I left a starting post up there, but you don't have to.)
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Nov 30, 2016 10:11:04 GMT -5
I have Maplefrost open, and I need to roleplay with her. Anyone up for it...?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 13:32:57 GMT -5
Character | Age | Location | Time Of Day{Hi Harvest Cynthia is up, she's just hiding in a bush right now XDDD}
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Post by AlchemistMage on Nov 30, 2016 15:32:17 GMT -5
Shadepaw slipped away before she did something really stupid. Padding over to the fresh kill pile, she picked out a plump, juicy mouse that was inviting saliva to march in orderly lines out of her mouth. Oookay. This is going to be very delicious. It seems like a good pick. Then she carried the catch back over to the apprentice den, setting the mouse down and looking at Flickerpaw expectantly. "Here, you can have the first bite," she offered.
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