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Post by zero on Nov 26, 2016 15:34:26 GMT -5
Hello! )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 15:35:25 GMT -5
Hi! I'm adding you right now. Go ahead and post if you want )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 16:23:39 GMT -5
Announcements for Hollyclan
1. Gingerpaw will be mentored by Kestrelclaw!!
2. Let's all decide on a plot to gain more members and to keep the rp moving. Please, vote in the poll above.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 16:32:11 GMT -5
My starters for all my charries) Flickerstar sat in her den, feeling satisfied with the choice of her new deputy and mentor for Gingerpaw. She began grooming herself and wondering if Fallenwish would send out a patrol soon.
Kestrelclaw sat up, alert, in the warriors den and padded out promptly. He found Gingerpaw in the apprentice den and stared him down. "It's time we did some battle training. Come, I know a good clearing. Once you're done, you can choose your prey from the fresh-kill pile." He mewed briskly with a nod, gesturing for Gingerpaw to come.
Lightfern paced around camp as always, leaning in to unsuspecting cats' lives and keeping an eye out for interesting tidbits of gossip or conversations to pounce on with a witty little remark.
Runninghare began to sort herbs, and she turned to Robinpaw. "We are running low on comfrey, marigold, and horsetail. I'll go out herb-picking. Can you watch the den on your own?" She asked the young tom, padding to the den's exit but stopping to wait for a response.
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Pansexual
shade
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by shade on Nov 26, 2016 17:05:41 GMT -5
Sootclaw padded back into camp, two limp mice dangling from his jaws. He had been out hunting since sunrise, and was a slight bit disappointed that two small mice were all he was able to catch. Nevertheless, he dropped the catch into the fresh-kill pile and trotted off to sit atop one of the Sunning Trees in the clearing. Admiring the clouds in the sky above, his thoughts slowly began to drift off to a light snooze.
Robinpaw was near the back of the den, also nose-deep in sorting through herbs, most of which he was still unfamiliar with. Being his usual tense self, he jumped a bit at Runninghare’s question. “Ye-yes Runninghare,” he meowed after recomposing himself. “We’re also running low on this one too. Borage leaves, I think?” He gestured at the small pile of the leaves with a paw, trying to recall the names of herbs from his previous lessons.
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Post by zero on Nov 26, 2016 19:06:33 GMT -5
Gingerpaw hated many things about the clan. But the thing that he hated most was the fact that not one asked. It was just a bunch of orders. Do this and do that. It was all the apprentice heard. He couldn't really do anything though. As an apprentice, he didn't seem to have much power. He sighed and stood up. Just because he didn't have power, didn't mean he couldn't mock others. "Of course, Kestrelclaw. I will always do what you say, my honorable mentor." He asked with a false smile. He dipped his head.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 10:29:17 GMT -5
Kestrelclaw narrowed his eyes, sure that this apprentice was making fun of him. "Let's go. I'm sure you need a good hunting lesson. Today we will be learning how to hunt small prey. Are you coming or not?" He asked icily, glaring at Gingerpaw. "There's no time to waste. Do you want to be a warrior or not?" He added.
Runninghare nodded. "Good job, Robinpaw. I'll go look for some out there too. Take care of everything while I'm gone!" She reminded him, padding out of the den, leaving camp, but first taking a few bay leaves with her to transport the herbs in. She scented the air in the forest, and veered towards a small patch of plants.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 10:38:57 GMT -5
Announcement for Hollyclan
The voters have voted! And coming in for the win is.... Tie! I will now lock the poll.
Bramble / Limace
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 10:46:36 GMT -5
❈ -- Fallenwish sighed, turned over, and stared at the den wall. Maybe I'll stay in here and act so lazy and useless that Flickerstar will immediately change the deputy... the next day. The scents, sounds, and just the feel of the warrior's den just disappeared in this cave.
Didn't he have to prove to his clan that he was strong though? He didn't feel strong, he doubted he looked strong either. Buut... I have to stop worrying. She gave me this responsibility for a reason. Shaking his pelt, the white and silver tabby padded out of the deputy's den and into the camp clearing.
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Post by zero on Nov 27, 2016 11:24:44 GMT -5
Gingerpaw blinked at the change in lesson. He was about to open his mouth but snapped it shut at Kestrelclaw's question. Of course, he wanted to become a warrior, if not to just have some alone time away from the other grumpy tom. His mentor always seemed to be in his fur. Everyone seemed so close in this clan. It was uncomfortable to the past loner and made his fur prickle just thinking about it. "If there is no time to waste, let's go." He said before leaving the den. He avoided the question, not trusted himself not to snap or being forced to answer how his mentor wanted him to answer.
(Maybe the loner can have a name similar to the natural disaster so the clan all thinks it is about the loner but it's about the disaster? )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 15:01:53 GMT -5
( That would be cool! ) Kestrelclaw nodded with approval, leaving camp with Gingerpaw and finally reaching the clearing. "What's the first thing you do when you scent prey?" He questioned the apprentice, staring him down.
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Post by zero on Nov 27, 2016 15:17:50 GMT -5
Gingerpaw took a second to think. It was something he did more instinctively right now. He really didn't think of the steps of hunting anymore. "Probably crouch if I haven't already. If I'm already in the hunter's crouch, I stalk towards the scent." He said. He glanced up at his mentor looking for some sort of approval. He had covered all his bases, hopefully.
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Pansexual
shade
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by shade on Nov 27, 2016 17:18:30 GMT -5
Robinpaw paused from his sorting to smile at his mentor's praise, but then went right back into his work. He was fixed on a small pile of leaves and berries, trying to divide them by color and size.
Sootclaw continued to snooze on the Sunning Tree, oblivious to what was going on around him in camp.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 8:03:27 GMT -5
Gingerpaw took a second to think. It was something he did more instinctively right now. He really didn't think of the steps of hunting anymore. "Probably crouch if I haven't already. If I'm already in the hunter's crouch, I stalk towards the scent." He said. He glanced up at his mentor looking for some sort of approval. He had covered all his bases, hopefully. Kestrelclaw nodded. "Now, can you scent any prey? If you do, try and follow your steps to hunt the animal to catch it. I'll give you some tips afterwards." He mewed firmly, glancing briefly at Gingerpaw. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 8:40:35 GMT -5
❈ -- There's... so much activity! I'm out so late... most warriors are out. Fallenwish let out a small sigh and then looked up. No cats were coming towards him for patrol orders. Perhaps I could just go to Flickerstar's den and ask for advice.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 7:44:20 GMT -5
"Oh my goodness!" Lightfern shrieked, hoping to get a glance of the new deputy. "How is it now that you have moved up a rank? Is it stressful? Pour out all your struggles so I can tell everyone else! There's no privacy in this clan, am I right? Aaaaaanyways.... I think we might need a patrol now. Or are you too stressed? Yay, I have something to tell everyone!" She blurted out in one long string of words.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 16:24:31 GMT -5
❈ -- Fallenwish looked up in surprise at Lightfern's unexpected... insult. A sudden flash of anger had rushed into him. A feeling he hadn't ever felt since Flickerstar had made him deputy. "I'm fine!" He snapped. "I can deal with things on my own!" His tail dropped as he realized she was right. I have to stay strong, he kept reminding himself. "Sorry," he muttered. After the silver and white tom had stated what he wanted to say, he cleared his throat and continued. "Anyways, you can go lead a hunting patrol near the border of our territory." And you can choose who you want to go with. I'm not making a stupid mistake. What if the cats I appoint are all away from camp?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 8:20:56 GMT -5
Lightfern's eyes widened. "Alright then!" She mewed happily, dipping her head and looking around camp for available warriors. "Fallendusk, Snowstep?? Do you want to go on a patrol? I have no idea how many cats need to be on one. Errrr..." She quickly added with uncertainty, turning back to Fallenwish, the deputy. "Wow, this is hard!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 12:00:51 GMT -5
❈ -- (Do you mean Fallenwish? Or... )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 18:08:48 GMT -5
(Sorry! I keep on confusing the two names.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 18:11:55 GMT -5
Robinpaw paused from his sorting to smile at his mentor's praise, but then went right back into his work. He was fixed on a small pile of leaves and berries, trying to divide them by color and size.
Sootclaw continued to snooze on the Sunning Tree, oblivious to what was going on around him in camp. Runninghare returned to the medicine cat den after picking some herbs, and dropped them by the entrance in their leaf wraps. She paused for a moment, then picked them back up to bring them further into the den. "Hello Robinpaw! Do you need any help with that once I store these away?" Runninghare asked briskly. She carried the wrapped up herbs to some small holes in the ground and put them in. |
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Post by zero on Nov 30, 2016 18:42:32 GMT -5
Gingerpaw scented the air. He quickly smell the scent of rabbit. It was heavy, meaning the rabbit had been here recently or they were near its home. He abandoned the scent, figuring it would be long gone after the two cats had a conversation near it, but not because he couldn't catch it. He would defiantly catch that rabbit. He was not going after the faint scent of mouse because mouse was an easy prey. At least, the apprentice would never let himself admit those reasons did factor into his hunt.
Gingerpaw dropped to his crouch and began to stalk the mouse. His fur lightly brushed against the undergrowth as he stalked. He hoped the mouse would decide it was the wind rather than a cat. The ginger tom crouched so his belly brushed against the dirt when he spotted the small, brown critter. His blue eyes narrowed and body wiggled before he leaped. His paws landed neatly between the tom's paws and the spine of the small prey make a snap! He winced before looked around for his mentor. It was dead, even if it died in a less than dignified fashion.
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Pansexual
shade
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by shade on Nov 30, 2016 20:01:04 GMT -5
"Hi Runninghare! Uh- yeah, I think I do need help with this," Robinpaw replied softly, suddenly a bit self-conscious about his scarce knowledge of herbs. Compared to Runninghare, he knew nothing about his duties as a medicine cat, and while this was expected as he had just begun his training, Robinpaw still felt embarrassed about his lack of knowledge. Nevertheless, he was excited and ready to begin learning.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 20:31:16 GMT -5
❈ -- Lol, it's okay cx )
Fallenwish let out a slow breath, glad that the she-cat hadn't started whining. He nodded as she turned around and said something he didn't quite think a cat like Lightfern would say. "Definitely. I wish I wasn't deputy but... Flickerstar had faith in me..." and I'm gonna do this right.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 8:26:11 GMT -5
"Good for you! I am just going to see if Snowstep and Fallendusk are in camp. They don't seem to be here!" Lightfern exclaimed. "Good luck on being deputy too, by the way." She added, padding away in her usual quick gait.
Runinghare nodded. "Those blue berries are juniper berries, and some are a bit of a purple colour too. The others, which you've already almost finished sorting, are mallow leaves. Do you know what they do?" She asked, looking at Robinpaw.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 8:30:40 GMT -5
Gingerpaw scented the air. He quickly smell the scent of rabbit. It was heavy, meaning the rabbit had been here recently or they were near its home. He abandoned the scent, figuring it would be long gone after the two cats had a conversation near it, but not because he couldn't catch it. He would defiantly catch that rabbit. He was not going after the faint scent of mouse because mouse was an easy prey. At least, the apprentice would never let himself admit those reasons did factor into his hunt. Gingerpaw dropped to his crouch and began to stalk the mouse. His fur lightly brushed against the undergrowth as he stalked. He hoped the mouse would decide it was the wind rather than a cat. The ginger tom crouched so his belly brushed against the dirt when he spotted the small, brown critter. His blue eyes narrowed and body wiggled before he leaped. His paws landed neatly between the tom's paws and the spine of the small prey make a snap! He winced before looked around for his mentor. It was dead, even if it died in a less than dignified fashion. "I don't see why you look so uncomfortable when prey dies. It's food for the clan. You did very well, and I think that was much better than expected from any mentor. For improvement, maybe you can take a bit more weight into your haunches when you're crouching so you paws might land a bit softer on the ground." Larkclaw grumbled, grudgingly praising Gingerpaw. "That was it. I think I'm going to hunt for a while, but can you wait here?" He asked as kindly as possible. |
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Post by zero on Dec 1, 2016 19:38:54 GMT -5
Gingerpaw refrained from explaining himself, but his tail twitched. While he understood the messy kill, his mentor might not. A kill was a kill, though it might have not be a skilled catch. He had other things to distract him. Despite his earlier grumpiness, admittedly mostly from being woken up, he smiled at the praise and the question. The apprentice nodded and sat down. "Sure," he said with a nod.
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Post by littleleap on Dec 1, 2016 21:21:38 GMT -5
Rowanfoot limped to the fresh-kill pile, wincing as she went along. Her leg dragged along awkwardly, shooting pain across the lower half of her body. She gritted her teeth and kept her pace, not stopping to rest until she finally collapsed beside the pile. She got up quickly, determined to go through the day without going for herbs. She picked a squirrel from the pile and clenched it in her jaws as she dragged her body back into the patch of sunlight she'd found earlier. Rowanfoot felt a pang of guilt when she realized that she hadn't hunted for the clan yet. I'll do it later. Hunting is nearly impossible right now. She sighed and looked at the rest of camp glumly. Today is not a good day.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 11:26:44 GMT -5
Kestrelclaw padded behind a cluster of large trees and scented the air. There were many smells, like pine needles, tree bark, and some minty substance, but he concentrated hard on the scent of rabbit which was drifting across the breeze. Pinpointing where it came from, he squinted and saw some small plants rustling. Is the wind blowing in my direction? Oh, yes it is. Kestrelclaw thought quickly right before dropping into a skilled hunter's crouch. He shifted his weight and then began stalking silently towards the small plants. A flash of brown came into his view. He was very close to the prey now, and knew that this would be his only chance. Suddenly, a twig cracked under his paw, and the rabbit bolted out of that cluster of plants. Kestrelclaw darted forwards right when the rabbit luckily ran into his path and threw his full weight onto it. Then, he gave it a swift bite to the neck and shook it with a paw once it became limp just to make sure that it was dead. Thank you Starclan for this lucky catch. He thought to himself. It was only pure luck that the rabbit had run into his path when he had made a beginner's mistake. Kestrelclaw shook his head and padded back to Gingerpaw with the prey dangling from his jaws.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 12:47:48 GMT -5
Rowanfoot limped to the fresh-kill pile, wincing as she went along. Her leg dragged along awkwardly, shooting pain across the lower half of her body. She gritted her teeth and kept her pace, not stopping to rest until she finally collapsed beside the pile. She got up quickly, determined to go through the day without going for herbs. She picked a squirrel from the pile and clenched it in her jaws as she dragged her body back into the patch of sunlight she'd found earlier. Rowanfoot felt a pang of guilt when she realized that she hadn't hunted for the clan yet. I'll do it later. Hunting is nearly impossible right now. She sighed and looked at the rest of camp glumly. Today is not a good day.Lightfern padded over to the fellow warrior, deftly snatching up a small shrew from the pile and keeping an eye out for any good gossip. She glanced at Rowawnfoot, and shuffled closer. "I think you should go to the medicine cat's den, if I were you. You can't just sit around moping!" Lightfern exclaimed disapprovingly. "Your leg hurts, so go and get some herbs or something so you can go on a patrol!" She added, a scolding tone in her voice. "By the way..... Any news that I have missed going around in the clan? ( Everyone is free to discuss out of OC about what's happening with the plot. Maybe one of us could create a loner named the name of a natural disaster and when the prophecy (Yet to be made) comes, the clan will think it's about the loner but it's actually about the natural disaster to come. This was originally the idea of zero and I think it's a really cool idea so maybe we can try it out, any prophecy ideas?) |
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