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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 22, 2017 18:50:38 GMT -5
{{ hi everyone. c: well if anyone's on, lol.
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 22, 2017 18:52:09 GMT -5
( I just hopped on. Heeeeey, Eggi! ^v^ )
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 22, 2017 19:22:19 GMT -5
{{ ayee! what's up owl?
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 22, 2017 19:28:38 GMT -5
( Nothing much! Just trying to write a response to Sand after having watched anime all day and wasting my brain. You? )
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 22, 2017 19:30:35 GMT -5
{{ procrastinating mathematics homework and watching its always sunny. ;3;
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 22, 2017 19:35:19 GMT -5
( mathematics bad
I haven't watched that-- I kinda want to because it seems funny, but don't have the outlet. *cries*
I FORGOT TO ASK, BUT WOULD YOU LIKE FOR ME TO RESPOND TO ONE OF YOUR STARTERS, BY THE WAY? )
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 22, 2017 19:36:10 GMT -5
boi... I really need to rp here |
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Post by สแดษชษดสแดแดา ๐ on Jan 22, 2017 19:39:42 GMT -5
[ I have Sparrowpaw and Swiftfawn open. I haven't role-played yet because there are somany good people here and I get intimidated by that easily. ;3;] |
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 22, 2017 19:48:57 GMT -5
@officialrainlaefwcf same tbh... I always feel like people are going to look down on my writing even though I've gotten numerous compliments on it e-e anyway, I have Stormbird, Eagleswoop, and Ravenwillow |
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Post by สแดษชษดสแดแดา ๐ on Jan 22, 2017 19:53:06 GMT -5
[ And of course as you reply my mom tells me dinner is done. >-<' We're having tacos tonight. I'll try to hurry and be back, I can't really type while eating.] |
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 22, 2017 20:38:49 GMT -5
{{ could not agree more. i hate it so much.
oh it's funny but the jokes are massively crude regarding certain topics forewarning. oxo i love frank so much lol he gives me life.
if you'd like to, i don't really mind. i posted my starters for anyone wanting to rp so they're just kinda hanging out.
hey everyone, btw. cx glad to see some more peeps popped online even though i totally vanished while you guys were posting. my bad. QAQ
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Post by สแดษชษดสแดแดา ๐ on Jan 23, 2017 14:34:46 GMT -5
[ -crashes in- I am so sorry I vanished last night! ;-;] |
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Post by Sand on Jan 23, 2017 19:28:05 GMT -5
{{ finally here, I will be working on replies -- and throwing out random starters too ^^ also, I'll be making an announcement later today ~ ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. - would you like me to send a character to Beechdrift? }} |
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 23, 2017 20:21:05 GMT -5
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Post by สแดษชษดสแดแดา ๐ on Jan 23, 2017 20:40:02 GMT -5
Sparrowpaw | Elm Woods | Mid-Morning The young tabby tom had sneaked out of the camp to avoid training with his mentor. While he liked Turtlemist, the apprentice grew tired of the same daily routine. Training, then gathering moss and taking care of the elder, more training, and catching something on the way back to camp fatigued the apprentice. He wanted to do something different for a change, something that wasn't a clone of the previous day. Sparrowpaw had hoped his mentor wouldn't mind, nor notice, if he took a day to hunt. It was a far better alternative compared to falling asleep as Turtlemist went on and on about how his crouch was lopsided. Despite this, the tom scolded himself in the back of his mind for ditching important training and attempted to prepare himself for a possible tongue-lashing by Turtlemist herself. As he walked along the undergrowth, lost in his thoughts and jokes he thought to himself, something caught his eye. He stopped, assessing the area.
In the distance, he spotted a glimpse of a doe and her precious fawn. Sparrowpaw gawked, unable to believe he had gotten a view, although short, so early in his apprenticeship. The tom hadn't been apprenticed long and therefore had not seen many gorgeous sights. Luckily, he had time with his youth and the curiosity he held would certainly guarantee spectacular sights. Sparrowpaw snapped from his trance when he caught something moving among the undergrowth. He prepared to leap at the creature before realizing it was his father. The small tom quietly made his way towards his father, carefully placing his tiny paws where only grass grew. However, he was still quite new to stalking and neglected to pay attention to his surroundings. A sharp pain in his side forced a small hiss of pain from his throat. He turned to see a large thorn bush growing and a tiny tuft of his fur attached. It wasn't enough to make anyone notice until they searched for it. Sparrowpaw swiveled his ears, listening for his father in the case he had heard him. [ I hope this is good enough, Plae. ;3; ] |
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Post by Sand on Jan 23, 2017 20:57:18 GMT -5
[ hey remmy! want to roleplay? ]
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 23, 2017 20:59:42 GMT -5
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 23, 2017 21:42:59 GMT -5
Falconsoar. ft. n/a || elm woods. mid-morning.
Had he been any less intent on the scenery all around, he may have failed to notice his own son. Unfortunately, his ears were open to the snap of twigs as the thorn caught, branch tugging free and bouncing harmlessly back into place. Broad head swiveling, yellow eyes flickered about now for whatever could have caused the disturbance. It was the white that gave the young tom cat away, then the outline of him revealed itself in an awkward attempt of a Hunter's crouch. For a few moments he could humor him, but then he raised his baritone voice and mewed: "Sparrowpaw, son, come here." Despite having the dark coloring of his own pelt, there was only so much a camouflaged pelt could do. Careful surveillance returned once again to the ominous wood before him, over-sized paws kneading against the soft leaf mulch. "You shouldn't be out here on your own. Your mother would have my head for not taking you home immediately." Despite the truth behind his words, Falconsoar made no move to to carry out the action.
Like most fathers, he was detached from his kits in a fashion that only toms seemed capable of. Some were fairly interactive- there every day, loving, almost like second mothers. Some never saw their kits until the learned of their names at their Apprentice Ceremony. He, thankfully, was of the vast majority that visited sparingly and kept his distance.. Now that they were being introduced into the world, he felt he could involve himself a tad more and allow Pineshard the break she so desperately deserved. "Has Turtlemist brought you here before?" He asked, inquisitive stare following to the miniature version of him at his side, His ears flicked forward, muzzle bobbing in the direction of the looming pines ahead. "Do you know this place?" He asked not to pressure the youngster, nor to test his knowledge, but he lightly pressed on the matter more or less out of genuine curiosity for what his son knew.
{{ it's plenty fine. c: thanks for taking the time to make a post lol.
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Post by สแดษชษดสแดแดา ๐ on Jan 23, 2017 22:04:50 GMT -5
Sparrowpaw & Falconsoar | Elm Woods | Mid-Morning Shuffling forward, Sparrowpaw didn't look into his father's eyes. "Y-Yes, kinda.. It's Elm Woods, but Turtlemist only showed me a part. I-I thought I would do some hunting." he paused, his eyes slowly turning up towards his father. In the shadows, he could barely make out the outline of the tom. His father's eyes were bright, however. In the lighting, or lack of, and along with his questions, Sparrowpaw felt greatly at ease. He blinked, looking away and looking back again. "I wanted to impress you guys. You, mother, Turtlemist, too!" Narrowing his eyes at the ground, Sparrowpaw's tone of voice changed to a slight whine dripping with aggravation. "I know I'm supposed to remain with my mentor until I've been trained a little more, but I can't focus when she's watching me. It's just that she appears to be displeased with how I've been doing." Thinking about what he said, the tom realized his father wasn't exactly scolding him, but he couldn't tell what his father had wanted. Sparrowpaw had noted the slight absence of his father, but wasn't sure why. He was young, but he could tell one of the other fathers were greatly involved in their kits' lives. Why was his father seemingly avoiding them? Of course, the tom had came to a quick conclusion, and didn't think to ponder on it more, nor ask. Then again, he feared he'd feel the heat of his parents' glare asking such rude things. |
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 23, 2017 22:06:02 GMT -5
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?"
Standing there, with his eyes as wide as copper moons, the tom was silent still as he watched Cedarstar. There before him, the leader of FinchClan sat with his claws extended to draw circles in the dirt, like a lying, pressured kit. But in this case, he was pressured by nothing but an apprentice, and that alone was making him stumble like a newborn fawn. Where had his confidence gone? Had it been yanked out from beneath him? This alone caused a thread of unease to wiggle it's way down Pricklepaw's spine, sending his rump thudding to the ground as if his legs had buckled beneath him in shock.
He's really going to do this, he thought, his mouth opening briefly to respond, but nothing coming out. Finally, he gave a brief shake of his head. "No, sir..." he croaked after a time, his pelt bristling briefly as the words crept away from him. "I don't..." And digging his claws into the earth beneath him, he quickly forced a dry swallow down his throat.
He needed to think. To busy himself. To do something; anything that could clear the worry from his system.
Standing once again, he suddenly whirled on his paws, his claws plucking up small crumbles of dirt as they moved. Behind him lay the files of medical plants he'd picked, scraped, and dug; each one carrying a familiar scent, a bitter taste he easily welcomed, and a lingering comfort among their leaves, roots, and seeds. These were the closest things he had to beloved company; these were the things he went to when he couldn't sleep at night because rancid things kept creeping up; and these were the things he went to now to sooth his mind.
Burnet, calandine, goatweed, horsetail, lungwort... Quietly, he touched each of the stacks with a delicate, pink-padded paw, and mindfully, he skipped over a swab of honey that was smeared across the waxy surface of a beech leaf. The amount of bee stings he had gotten for that one... Great StarClan, he'd looked like a chipmunk with how swollen his cheeks had gotten. But he'd felt accomplished none the less... much unlike how he felt right now.
"Cedarstar--... This isn't going to end well." Looking up from his work, Pricklepaw could only sigh at the sight of the dark tom behind him. "They're gonna panic, you know... Gonna get paranoid, and to be honest, I don't know if I can treat mental wounds as well as I can treat physical ones...!" Chuckling briefly in a way that felt as bone dry as possible, he shifted on his paws for a moment. "... To be h-honest, I'm rather nervous about this whole situation. I-I can't lie. I don't feel good about this... at all." And for the longest time, he paused, his words sticking to the walls of his throat. He could still feel his stomach twisting knots within him, twirling like dancing birds, and just begging to retch up what the contained; but he swallowed down the imaginary bile that went creeping up within him.
"... But I have to wonder, you know... Do I even have the liberty to feel nervous about this anymore? To feel bad about it...? I... think it's kind of strange... You know, most cats my age couldn't even dream of thinking something so grim...! But I've always been a bit of an odd bird, huh? Thinking such... weird thoughts...!" |
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 23, 2017 22:07:49 GMT -5
when you finally accomplish a simple task you've been stalling briefly on and feel unnecessarily proud of yourself
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Post by Sand on Jan 23, 2017 22:17:39 GMT -5
Though Walnutbelly had only been a warrior for at least ten moons now, he was beginning to notice the differences between his apprenticeship and warrior hood. Apprentices had less freedom yet were willing to face the consequences if they dared to do things they were told not to. Warriors.. had free will, and were normally accepting of most things unless something made them feel otherwise. But what they shared in common in a time like this was concern.
FinchClan could fall apart any moment now, and here he was, wandering off to the lake, to find some peace and quiet. It wasn't that Walnutbelly wasn't fond of the commotion in camp, he just felt the need to be alone for a bit, even though he ahd duties to do. He almost skipped the dawn patrol this morning and if it weren't for Sagespring kicking him in the hind leg, he would have never woken up.
As his maw stretched out into a long, mighty yawn, the light brown tabby came to a halt. he was definitely tired, though he didn't have much further to go so he could go take a nap by the lake. Soon after his stop, he treaded on, in silence as the sound of distant birdsong. He just wanted to be alone to feel the serenity of the laek, the forst.. the serenity that only he could feel without worries resting on his shoulders. |
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Post by Sand on Jan 23, 2017 22:20:46 GMT -5
when you finally accomplish a simple task you've been stalling briefly on and feel unnecessarily proud of yourself{{ shhh, you did wonderful ;; now it's my turn to stall reply }} |
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 23, 2017 22:22:19 GMT -5
It was a far better alternative compared to falling asleep as Turtlemist went on and on about how his crouch was lopsided.
 Secretly, I love her. She's bold and brassy, and loves hard work and anything that involves heavy lifting. If she were human, she'd be the health freak who is always like "I just worked out, wanna touch my abs?" And she doesn't want a relationship or anything, not because she's like 'I'm too busy' or 'I'm not pretty enough', but because she's like "WHO NEEDS A PARTNER WHEN YOU HAVE HARD WORK AND COMMUNITY?' and she's just cool being asexual and healthy.
Anyways.
*cough*
Continue with your separate role-play. |
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Post by โญ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 23, 2017 22:25:46 GMT -5
[ is it alright if Eagleswoop is gay? or did anyone have plans for him?also is Clear Water Lake named after Credence Clear Water Revival ] Eagleswoop;; Clear Water Lake;; (Sand)The days had been long and hard for Eagleswoop. So much of his time was spent trying to look after his mother, father, and sister that he barely had time to look after himself. Luckily he had been given a break by the senior warriors in charge of duties today, as it was easy to see how stressed out he was. He had been such a hardy, handsome-looking tom before the malady hit but ever since the illness had rained down upon the clan he had been losing weight, and lots of it. Most of his energy was spent hunting for his family but now he finally had the opportunity to take care of himself. It had been a while since he had been down to the lake and he knew not many cats would be down there, so he had made his way to Clear Water earlier in the day. He had done a bit of hunting on the way there and buried his prey but now his was just laying on the shores, watching the water slowly lap back and forth.
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 23, 2017 22:39:19 GMT -5
Falconsoar. ft. n/a || elm woods. mid-morning.
In his youth, had Falconsoar ever faced the same worries Sparrowpaw spoke of now? Was it normal that a little one fresh out of the nursery felt this conflict? He didn't know. His mind veered away from warning the little tom off the dark expanse of forest ahead, body instead dipping into a hunkered crouch and head turned so that his entire face was turned upon the little cat. Yellow eyes danced over his little figure, light with amusement given the little cat's irritation. "You're young son." Were his low-spoken words of comfort, even though he felt they were useless and falling upon deaf ears. "You've plenty of time to impress us." His weight fell,laying upon his shoulder with a huff given the impact of landing on the ground. "Initially she's there to keep you safe, you know. It's why she watches you. It's your first moon of training. If you still feel this way come next moon, then you should confide in your mentor." It was the best advice to be given at present. Falconsoar himself wasn't entirely sure he had the best experience with the youth, though he tried.
Oh, he was a terrible father, wasn't he?
Silence fell and he surveyed the little one a while longer, content to allow him the time to conjure a response and continue with whatever little shenanigans he may work up. "Ask your sister for help if you need it, Sparrowpaw. No shame in working with your clan mates." Rolling to his belly, the big manx got to his feet, bent his head, and nudged his rump with a berry colored nose. "Come on. You can stay out and hunt if you like, but not alone and not here." He spoke patiently, opting to take up the same concerns as the doe and her fawn to move his offspring away from the ominous aura burning the fur at his back.
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 23, 2017 22:41:51 GMT -5
{{ i understand turtlemist on a personal level imma tell you what.
lol i can see it. turtlemist at the gym beefing up while a tiny sparrowpaw huffs by her. then there's falconsoar across the gym being a big dude but he's reading a book cause as he gets older he gets way more philosophical than fitness-oriented.
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Post by แดแดกส on Jan 23, 2017 22:48:24 GMT -5
{{ i understand turtlemist on a personal level imma tell you what.
lol i can see it. turtlemist at the gym beefing up while a tiny sparrowpaw huffs by her. then there's falconsoar across the gym being a big dude but he's reading a book cause as he gets older he gets way more philosophical than fitness-oriented.
Sparrowpaw:
Falconsoar: "-casually sniffs and turns page of book- Yeah, you can do it, son. -crosses legs-" |
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Post by ฯลฮฑgฯ
egฤฑ .. on Jan 23, 2017 22:51:28 GMT -5
{{ omg yes. he doesn't care and one day he just rage quits on life, flips a table and leave
aw poor sparrowpaw. so small. precious bean.
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Post by สแดษชษดสแดแดา ๐ on Jan 23, 2017 22:54:48 GMT -5
{{ i understand turtlemist on a personal level imma tell you what.
lol i can see it. turtlemist at the gym beefing up while a tiny sparrowpaw huffs by her. then there's falconsoar across the gym being a big dude but he's reading a book cause as he gets older he gets way more philosophical than fitness-oriented.
Sparrowpaw:
Falconsoar: "-casually sniffs and turns page of book- Yeah, you can do it, son. -crosses legs-"[That is Sparrowpaw, but add some Yuri from Yuri on Ice and it'd be perfect.] |
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