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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 20, 2017 22:27:19 GMT -5
-sneaks in-
Snurd went out to dinner like an hour ago and put this role-play's life in my hands, and I- in my sleep deprived state- forgot about it entirely.
I failed the wife.
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 20, 2017 22:29:40 GMT -5
{{ pft omg. hey owl. x3
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 20, 2017 22:31:20 GMT -5
'Eeeey, Plaguegi~ (Any nicknames you'd like me to call you?)
What chu up to? *v*
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Post by ยป ๐ธโ๐ณโ๐ดโ๐ผโ๐ซโ๐ฎโ๐ทโ๐ชโ on Jan 20, 2017 22:32:16 GMT -5
{ Welcome to the group Plague~! }
Leafripple glanced back as the other cat spoke, turning his gaze back to the river as if to see the truth of her statement. "You're right... Hopefully that means we might catch something here today." He mused, slowing as he reached the river back. He didn't want to run up and alert the fish after all. "How much practice do you have when it comes to fishing....?" The tom added as he paused a few steps away from the water, voice lowered as he turned his diluted amber gaze towards the white she-cat. "I know it's probably not much- so we won't spend too long here- but it's good to know...."
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 20, 2017 22:35:57 GMT -5
{{ plague, egi, plae, whatever tbh idc even if it doesn't actually line up with my sn.
well i just finished an art project so not much. ouo how 'bout you?
hey sushi! nice to meet ya. c:
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 20, 2017 22:47:14 GMT -5
RICK LIAM IT IS THEN. which sounds like a stereotypical cool guy detective/cop/guy-who'd-be-into-art-deco
*cough*
I'll just call you Egi for now (which I'm silently pronouncing it 'eggi'). xD
Ohhh~ What was the project, if you don't mind me asking? I'm actually a bit of a fan of your work, as I see it around sometimes. *0*
I'm sitting in bed with my mom, watching YouTube, and contemplating RP. I gotta respond to Sand, but there's an ongoing discussion elsewhere that's integral to it, meaning nothing until then. Jeez dang it. =3=
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 20, 2017 22:54:20 GMT -5
{{ i'm fine with rick liam lol. omg eggi. that's better tbh i am an egg sometimes.
it's a felt tipped pen doodle i did of some quirky little werewolf man with flowers on him- i may add a bit of color when i get some better copic markers, but if i'm satisfied with it i'll post it on the discord art forum some time or another. ah thnx btw. QwQ it's always great feeling when your work gets around.
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 20, 2017 22:57:07 GMT -5
Eggi it is then. xD
Oh, sweeet! I'm on discord but not really on the main chats, since I don't talk to many people. But hopefully I can search through and find it, if you do end up posting it. <3
I'm sure it is-- you've got a really unique style, and it's really recognizable as yours. I dig it. -thUMBS UP-
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 20, 2017 23:03:34 GMT -5
{{ same tho. i only ever really post on the art board- the main chats and most others are muted cause they blew up my phone.
awe thanks owl. ouo yay i'm recognized lol
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 21, 2017 1:28:30 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 12:34:06 GMT -5
[ im here! sorry, yesterday was pretty bad and i wasn't in the mood to rp.
ill post a starter soon! ]
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 21, 2017 12:43:47 GMT -5
@christa I'll respond to the starter ^.^ |
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 21, 2017 14:33:02 GMT -5
{{ here's my starters. c:
Beechdrift. ft. n/a || camp. mid-morning.
No matter her efforts, she was always tired. A mid-morning nap did nothing to chase away the sleepiness settling under her skin, basking in the sun turning into an hour of doing she had woken from with absolutely no knowledge of the time that had passed. Her bag legs shifted uncomfortably atop the compact ground she rested on, paws scuffling for a grip so that she may shift her weight. Lifting a fore paw, she chewed at her berry pink pads, licked the fur upon her toes, and set to grooming her foreleg out of sheer boredom. She'd accompanied the dawn patrol, and now lacked motivation to do much of anything with herself. Should she hunt? Go for a walk? Find some chores? Apprentices didn't realize the bland and colorless life of a warrior in time of peace. The Apprentices themselves did the hard work, warriors only had to patrol, hunt, eat and sleep. At first it was the best thing in the world, and now she found she had tired of such mundane living. Even come the threat of the malady, she was bored. It was a threat, yes, but it wasn't physical. She could do nothing to fight it and defend her clan, and so life carried on. Starclan, send her another fox. Maybe then she could avenge the former deputy and her lost tail.
Rising from her place was a tempting thought, and yet instead drowsiness settled so heavily within her limbs that her legs would not respond. So she rolled, laying flat and stretched on one side. From a sideways angle did she view the paws of her clan mates, the only greeting bothered to be made being in the presence of the rather massive Falconsoar- just back from his hunting, out again as soon as he'd deposited his catch. She'd fall asleep again then, the blissful black of dreamless sleep a welcomed change to her usual reoccurring dreams and nightmares. When she next awoke, Falconsoar still had not returned- so she worried little of how long she'd been out, unaware of yet another hour of the say wasted in her apparent laziness.
Falconsoar. ft. n/a || elm woods. mid-morning.
Tiny hooves pressed into soft soil, the ivory-spotted fawn rising to it's feet within a few short minutes of it's birth. A soft-coated mother at it's side, large glistening eyes turned upon her little creation and a pink tongue wiping over damp fur. It was an unusual birth given the timing, but it was one he was please to bare witness too. Life was a gift, even if it wasn't exactly Finchclan's to keep. Warm honey eyes watched the quirky little thing wobbling about, it's tail an excited mess of movement as it's mother moved. Muscles stiff from staying so very still for so long, the impeccably large tabby rose from his hunched over possession, rolled his compacted shoulders back into their normal resting place, and gave the tiniest of stretches. He would remain still until the mother and her fawn had gone from his sight, detailing minimal stress for her and her newborn babe.
He was free to rise now, his thoughts sifting from the doe to his own little ones- not so little anymore, he realized. He remembered their births, too. He'd spent the entire time hunched over his mate's swollen belly, scared to touch her, yet curious to see the two little bundles now tucked within her soft fur. He had watched them throughout their first night in the world, confused as to how he could have helped create such wriggly and mewling little things, yet impeccably proud every time one small maw gaped and squeal was given. He'd complimented the set of lungs his daughter had, taken a swipe from his love, then left them be to rest come the sunrise and the call of his duties. Now, he reckoned, a good clawing was in order should he so much as breath near his kittens, of whom weren't kittens anymore. They needed space and time to grow.
Venturing about during his thoughts, he'd come upon the edge of the warmly lit Elm Woods and within sight of the far more ominous Moonlit Forest, relaxed posture tensing upon sight and sound of the tall shadow coniferous trees. He knew of the dangers lurking in their shadows, and every day that he came here to see for himself that nothing had changed, he felt the same incessant chill crawling up his spine. The doe had moved her fawn out of instinct of the dangers that lay far too close for comfort. Unlike her, he could not move his family away from the glinting yellow eyes and prominent fangs of the heathens that brought down creatures as big and lovely as the one he's just seen. And so his glittering yellow orbs narrowed to fine slits against the dark canvas of his broad face. Small he may be, but sharper were his claws than the blunt-edged ones those savages had adorning their fat feet.
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Post by -` gumi ยด- .โซ ๐พ on Jan 21, 2017 15:52:52 GMT -5
[ hello hello i'm on today c: ]
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 21, 2017 15:59:03 GMT -5
( -looks up from slowly working out my reply to snurd- Hullo, people of earth. )
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Post by -` gumi ยด- .โซ ๐พ on Jan 21, 2017 16:03:41 GMT -5
[ hiya owl :') ]
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Post by Sand on Jan 21, 2017 16:24:03 GMT -5
[ hey everyone! I'll begin working on my replies later since I have to head out for a bit. ]
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 21, 2017 16:30:00 GMT -5
[ hey everyone! I'll begin working on my replies later since I have to head out for a bit. ]
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Post by -` gumi ยด- .โซ ๐พ on Jan 21, 2017 16:32:17 GMT -5
[ i still need to reply here oh yikes ]
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 21, 2017 16:44:55 GMT -5
*parties wildly while trying to write starters* |
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 21, 2017 16:46:32 GMT -5
Dang it, Aphrodite.
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 21, 2017 16:48:42 GMT -5
*shrugs* daughter of a goddess, what do you expect? |
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 21, 2017 16:52:08 GMT -5
Some dang rESPECT FOR YOUR ELDERS
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 21, 2017 16:54:44 GMT -5
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 21, 2017 18:03:52 GMT -5
{{ i'm sorry for the late post, wife x[ }} Cedarstar & Pricklepaw | Medicine Cat's Den | Mid-morning
It was obvious to Cedarstar that Pricklepaw was more on edge than he was; which wasn't a surprise, to say the least. At such a young age, he didn't know how the medicine cat apprentice was holding up with all of the trauma and sickness that surrounded him. Of course, he wasn't one to ask; that wasn't the focus of this meeting, anyways. He could surely ask Pricklepaw another time, it wasn't like either of them would be dying soon.
.. Right? Of course he was right, he was always right.
"Yes, your advice," he mewed, nodding in regards to his question about advice, he glanced over his shoulder at the tabby to make sure he was keeping up with the conversation and following him through the medicine cat's den.
For some reason, it was easy.. almost too easy for the chocolate torbie to be coolheaded and keep a clear, fresh mind without worries and anxiety ridding him to his nest. He couldn't exactly remember how he formed such a shield for himself, but it wasn't one that would fade away. "Yes.." This is becoming repetitive.. he really does need more assistance than I originally thought, the leader thought, sighing quietly. Cedarstar hardly had any herb knowledge whatsoever, which meant he'd have to rely on their clanmates, though some doubt filled him. How many of them really knew a medicine cat's trade as well as Mistythroat did? He knew Pricklepaw had spent six moons with the former medicine cat, but was it enough? There's enough time for me to ponder later, I don't have time to question his skills, especially in a time like this.
"Well, it's good to hear that nothing has been reported," he responded, keeping his pine green eyes on the cream tabby tom. It really was good to hear, compared to some rumors that had been swirling around. He didn't like the thought of gossip or even overhearing it, but that was a story for another time.
"If you don't have enough storage, let me know. I can have some of the warriors fetch brambles, thorns-- whatever you need to store the herbs in," the tom offered, licking the pale pink pad on his paw. "My plan.. may cause some complications if another wave of the sickness hits us. If you have any idea what the symptoms to the sickness is, I'd be interested in hearing about them."
Putting his paw down softly, he held his strong gaze on the young feline before him and began to speak. "Say that we find out some cats are developing symptoms of this sickness; they cannot stay in camp, here, where the rest of us, who are healthy, can be infected. It's unfortunate, really, but we can't allow healthy cats to get sick just to grow very ill and die among the rest. We have to move them out, and by them, I mean those that are sick. I'm not sure how quick it spreads, and I believe you're the only one who knows the answer to that, Pricklepaw," he explained, leaving Mistythroat's name out as he quickly reminded himself of the reaction he received earlier when he mentioned the white tom's passing. "Once the sick are sent out.. they will be on their own. Unless a remedy or cure of some sort is found, they cannot return. I want to know how you feel about my plan. If it is not suitable in your opinion for what we're facing, then we can always think of something new. I don't want to involve too many cats in the process; we have no clue who will get sick or not."
I'll tell him about the symptoms when I know more. Because honestly, he couldn't say much right now. So blinking his dark eyes at the figure before him, the tom watched as he gently placed his paws on the soft ground before him, and listened; listened, and felt his stomach tighten, twist, writhe, and lurch, as if he'd swallowed an out of water fish. He felt sick; dry-mouthed and cold, and none too prepared for an immediate answer.
He gave one anyways.
"Are you... suggesting we exile them...?" He croaked, his tongue numb between his teeth.
Cedarstar couldn't be serious... He couldn't, could he? Sending off the sick to- what? Wander the forest where their ailments ate away at them; or better yet, a young fox looking for something weak and easy to snack on? He couldn't possibly support such a... such a crude idea. It went against everything he knew and worked for. He worked to heal- to better- and one certainly couldn't do that by casting out the needy and crippled. How could Cedarstar even think of such an idea?
Staring at the dark tom before him, Pricklepaw was suddenly aware of the fact that Cedarstar didn't quite look like Cedarstar. He wasn't something distant and far away, but something close and filled with a dark reality that pressed against the apprentice's flesh like a cold slab of ice. Perhaps the truth was that Cedarstar had thought more on the matter than he'd once originally thought; but he had been thinking about it differently than most... and to be honest, Pricklepaw wasn't sure how to feel about it.
"Y-You know, if--... I-I can't work to find a cure with no cats...!" Letting out the tiniest bit of an exasperated scoff, the small apprentice briefly searched the face of the leader before him, his pupils wide with excitement, and claws digging into the earth beneath him. "I-I mean, I agree that quarantine is a necessary part of our situation, but leaving sick cats out in the woods without... Without help? It would destroy clan moral, let alone leave me with nothing to work with...! What if--... What if you got sick? Or me? O-or one of your siblings? I-I... I suppose that would mean I'd have to go out and find them to treat them, but... But that just seems illogical... A-All of it... Doesn't it?" |
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Post by Sand on Jan 21, 2017 21:13:46 GMT -5
{{ hey, hey; i'm here and going to start on replies
i still have characters open, so if anyone wants to rp, hit me up }}
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 21, 2017 21:15:38 GMT -5
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Post by Sand on Jan 21, 2017 21:23:57 GMT -5
{{ i can try and put a starter up, but i need to eat
i have: ashberry, speckledwing, brindlepaw, sagespring, and walnutbelly if you want to start ^^}}
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 21, 2017 21:26:17 GMT -5
my head is killer right now so probably not a good idea for me to start lol
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Post by Sand on Jan 21, 2017 23:18:09 GMT -5
Storage? Symptoms? To be honest, Pricklepaw didn't know much about this sickness. What it did, what caused it, why it was even here; nothing about it was adding up in his little world of orderly leaves, and quick solutions. It was like yellowcough, but- as he had found- sadistically creative, and how badly he wanted to say this to the tom; to give him just a sliver of an idea as to what he was working with. But he couldn't be rude, of course, and as always, he shoved down his words, until they sunk down somewhere dark and low in the back of his head. No need to get snappy at the leader; but then, there was no need for extra storage, either.
I'll tell him about the symptoms when I know more. Because honestly, he couldn't say much right now. So blinking his dark eyes at the figure before him, the tom watched as he gently placed his paws on the soft ground before him, and listened; listened, and felt his stomach tighten, twist, writhe, and lurch, as if he'd swallowed an out of water fish. He felt sick; dry-mouthed and cold, and none too prepared for an immediate answer.
He gave one anyways.
"Are you... suggesting we exile them...?" He croaked, his tongue numb between his teeth.
Cedarstar couldn't be serious... He couldn't, could he? Sending off the sick to- what? Wander the forest where their ailments ate away at them; or better yet, a young fox looking for something weak and easy to snack on? He couldn't possibly support such a... such a crude idea. It went against everything he knew and worked for. He worked to heal- to better- and one certainly couldn't do that by casting out the needy and crippled. How could Cedarstar even think of such an idea?
Staring at the dark tom before him, Pricklepaw was suddenly aware of the fact that Cedarstar didn't quite look like Cedarstar. He wasn't something distant and far away, but something close and filled with a dark reality that pressed against the apprentice's flesh like a cold slab of ice. Perhaps the truth was that Cedarstar had thought more on the matter than he'd once originally thought; but he had been thinking about it differently than most... and to be honest, Pricklepaw wasn't sure how to feel about it.
"Y-You know, if--... I-I can't work to find a cure with no cats...!" Letting out the tiniest bit of an exasperated scoff, the small apprentice briefly searched the face of the leader before him, his pupils wide with excitement, and claws digging into the earth beneath him. "I-I mean, I agree that quarantine is a necessary part of our situation, but leaving sick cats out in the woods without... Without help? It would destroy clan moral, let alone leave me with nothing to work with...! What if--... What if you got sick? Or me? O-or one of your siblings? I-I... I suppose that would mean I'd have to go out and find them to treat them, but... But that just seems illogical... A-All of it... Doesn't it?"
Cedarstar & Pricklepaw | Medicine Cat's Den | ...
Unfortunately for Pricklepaw, Cedarstar was serious about his exile plan. To him, it only made sense that it was their only way to fix it, right? It was his sort of logic due to the fact he wasn't the best with this type of problem solving, involving medicine. He knew hardly nothing about the work a medicine cat had to do, besides the fact that they carried the ill and injured on their shoulders in hard times like this. But this situation was too fragile, too big for a young apprentice like Pricklepaw to handle. He knew he had to do something, and exile was his only answer.
Let's just say he didn't spend a lot of time pondering over the pros and cons of it. It was a rushed solution as he had set a deadline for himself to come up with idea by.. and here was that very day, which he had done NO problem solving whatsoever until the night before, lying awake in his nest, going over anything that could be considered an omen from StarClan.
There was nothing. Not a thing that stood out to the chocolate torbie, not even the deaths of his fellow clanmates were helping him get closer to an answer either.
"I'm not suggesting that w-we.. w-we kill them.." he blurted out, hoping that it would help him out in some way.
Did it? No, because the sudden feeling of guilt began to eat at the leader, gnawing at his soul. Dear StarClan, how dumb was he?! The more the cream tabby before him spoke against his proposal, the more it settled in..
That, he, Cedarstar, was wrong. Very, very, very wrong.
Jaw dropping open (or so to speak), his pine green eyes widened as he studied the expressions of the panicked tomcat before him. He.. they.. They could not leave them alone, out in the woods, for them to fend for themselves. They would have no guide, no answer, no way of life when the exilees would be sick and suffering.
"What if you got sick? Or me? O-or one of your siblings?" continued to ring throughout his head, matching the beat of his rapid heart.
It was family that got to him the most, though, even if it seemed he didn't love them as dearly as they loved him.
"Oh.. Prickle.. Pricklepaw.." he stuttered, feeling as if he were going to foam at the maw. "I suppose.. it's illogical.. I don't want to lose my family, you.. myself, and our clanmates, but.. I think my idea has a chance here. We can do something like a trial run."
Unsheathing his claws, he pressed them down on the lined floor before drawing some shapes. After drawing a circle and placing his paw in it, Cedarstar spoke. "Here, once the first trial of four to six cats who get ill is ran, we'll see how they survive.. If they do not make it on their own, or as a group, we'll know that my plan is not suitable," the tom explained. "If it is found to not be suitable, we will go with your idea, using quarantine. Obviously, it will require work of building a den or two, but they wouldn't be too far from camp that way you can keep an eye on them. Anything you'd like to add?" |
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