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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Mar 27, 2017 17:48:32 GMT -5
"Hunting it is! Okay, follow me, Icepaw." Woolfeather led the way towards one of the prey rich places of the forest.
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Post by Megido on Mar 27, 2017 17:58:21 GMT -5
//Lovely!! Here's a pair of cats for you, then!
Username-
Megido
Cats name-
Waxleaf
Gender-
She-cat/Female
Sexuality(not required)-
Asexual Homoromantic
Appearance-
Waxleaf is a slender, long legged cream spotted-tabby with expressive, almond shaped hazel eyes. Her body is thin and wiry, with close-cropped fur and a somewhat angular face. She lacks any particular scarring or interesting markings she was not born with, save for a small scar over the pink of her face from a thorn scratch she got as a kit.
Rank-
Medicine Cat
Personality-
Waxleaf is an extremely empathetic and humorous young she-cat, usually attempting to find ways to coax a purr out of even the most gravely injured warrior. She cares deeply for her Clanmates, and has a fierce sense of CopperClan pride, almost to the point of viewing anyone who was not clanborn and clan raised as inferior to those who were. She has a tendency to flirt without realizing she's done so, and is tends to be sage in relationship advice towards everyone but herself, regardless of the relationship.
Backstory(not required)-
Waxleaf was born within CopperClan, showing interest and promise as a Medicine Cat from the day she was allowed outside the nursery, and even more after her mother passed away when she was about 3 moons old. There's not much to tell past that.
Kin(not required)-
Honeyfang (sister)
Other-
Username-
Megido
Cats name-
Honeyfang
Gender-
She-cat/Female
Sexuality(not required)-
Heterosexual Heteroromantic
Appearance-
Honeyfang is a slender, long legged golden spotted-tabby she-cat with narrow, almond shaped orange eyes. She has a wiry, thin body capable of unusual contortion, short fur, and an angular face. Honeyfang is riddled with scars on her muzzle, her notched ears, and on her legs, which she wears with incredible pride.
Rank-
Warrior
Personality-
Honeyfang is fire where Waxleaf is water. She is aggressive, stubborn, and prone to using less-than-honorable means to prove who is more worthy or near anything. Like her sibling, however, she is also places her Clan on an extremely high pedestal, and is unlikely to listen to Outsiders or anyone she views as not upholding CopperClan values to the best of their ability. Despite this difficult personality, however, she has a very soft spot for kits and young apprentices - whether or not she'll admit it.
Backstory(not required)-
As Waxleaf's littermate, she was Clanborn. Honeyfang was very sickly as a kit, only recovering with a lot of attention from her ailing mother and worried sick sister. To this day, Honeyfang is still trying to prove to herself that she's recovered and is strong.
Kin(not required)-
Waxleaf (sister)
Other-
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Mar 27, 2017 18:03:30 GMT -5
Icepaw followed after Woolfeather, tail flicking happily.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Mar 27, 2017 18:12:41 GMT -5
Woolfeather nodded to Icepaw. "What can you scent?" She asked.
(Finally got all the cats added to the front page)
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Post by Megido on Mar 27, 2017 18:19:52 GMT -5
//Lovely!
Waxleaf padded quietly along an old path through the territory, stars half-closed as if in a pleasant daydream. Her tail swishes almost idly behind her. The herb store was running dreadfully low, which could only mean one thing! It was time to collect more herbs. Things had been difficult, since her mentor passed away, but that was no reason to lay about like some kind of lazy weasel. Breathing deeply, she continues along the path, nosing at the odd bush or stone occasionally to check under it for herbs or spiderwebs.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Mar 29, 2017 23:09:26 GMT -5
Icepaw sniffed around, tilting her head. "Some sort of bird." She answered. "I can't tell the difference between species very well yet.."
Coldstorm had been out of camp, saying he was going to hunt, when really he was wandering along the borders, trying to pick up the scent of an old friend. On his way back to camp, he noticed Waxleaf ahead of him and padded towards her. He made sure to push through some bushes to make noise so she knew he was coming. "Need help?" He asked shortly, looking away boredly. Had to keep a good reputation.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Mar 30, 2017 6:09:29 GMT -5
Woolfeather sniffed where Icepaw had smelled the bird. "Smells like a thrush or robin," She said. "Don't worry aboout not being able tp tell the different species. When I was an apprentice, I needed to work on that too."
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Post by Megido on Mar 30, 2017 16:58:01 GMT -5
Waxleaf perked up at the sound, sniffing the air as the tom approached. Coldstorm, she mentally reminds herself, making sure she got her Clanmates names right. "Depends, are you offering, Coldstorm?" She purrs, tilting her head slightly to one side. His body language made it clear he wasn't really interested, but it would be rude to say so outright. "Far be it from me to interrupt important warrior duties. But, if you aren't busy, I can always use an extra mouth to carry back what I find."
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Mar 31, 2017 17:11:37 GMT -5
Icepaw nodded, looking up at her. "Should I track it?" She asked, lowering her body into a crouch, smelling the scent again.
Coldstorm looked at her. "If you need the help," he said, looking at her. "I've just finished a patrol. I can help you." He said, looking at her, a small shrug of his upper body. The stocky tom looked at her. "We are clanmates, aren't we? And you are the medicine cat. So, I should be helping and be nice to you. YOu're the difference between life and death sometimes."
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Post by Megido on Mar 31, 2017 20:46:01 GMT -5
"Alright, alright. Follow me then, Icestorm. I could use the extra paws to carry what I get." She flicks her tail over Icestorm's ear and continues down the path, resuming her hunt for something she could use to help the Clan heal before some battle or epidemic got things out of hand.
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Post by DarkRedAsh on Apr 1, 2017 11:59:00 GMT -5
Sorry for my inactivity, I was sick.
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Post by DarkRedAsh on Apr 1, 2017 12:03:09 GMT -5
I have to use my phone, sorry.
NEW APPRENTICES AND MENTORS:
Honeyfang-Junepaw
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Post by DarkRedAsh on Apr 1, 2017 12:06:12 GMT -5
Junepaw noses her way around camp, avoiding Loyalstar, as he was creepy. She decided to go look for her mentor, but was unsure of where she was. So, instead she looked around to find someone to talk to, so she didnt look like a complete idiot standing in the middle of camp for no reason.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Apr 2, 2017 10:47:05 GMT -5
Coldstorm followed after Waxleaf, his ears flattening as his tail hit his hear. "Coldstorm." He corrected quietly, barely more than a whisper. Just a glimpse of the cat he used to be. He walked behind her, his eyes trained on the tip of her tail. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" He asked.
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Post by Megido on Apr 2, 2017 10:55:59 GMT -5
"Sorry. I'd forget my own name if everyone wasn't always saying it!" Her mew is still cheerful, unaffected by the mistake. "And... marigold, first and foremost, horsetail. Infections are the biggest problem around here...." Pausing, she sniffs the air, and darts into the undergrowth. When her head is visible again, there's a couple of bright orange-gold flowers hanging from her jaw. "These, to be exact."
Her words are only somewhat muffled by the plants in her mouth.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Apr 2, 2017 10:58:44 GMT -5
Coldstorm shrugged. "It's fine." He said quietly, watching her. He opened his mouth to ask a question, and stood there, mouth still open as she darted into the undergrowth. He waited a few minutes. "Alright." He said softly, stepping forward. "Here, want me to carry those for you?" He asked.
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Post by Megido on Apr 2, 2017 11:22:16 GMT -5
"Oh, sure!" She sets the blooms on the ground so he can pick them up easily, a purr welling in her chest. "Thank you for the help- we're almost out of herbs in the den, so it's important I bring back as much as I can..." Her waits for him to pick them up, tail swishing.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Apr 2, 2017 14:15:13 GMT -5
Coldstorm nodded. "Of course." He said, picking up the herbs gently in his mouth. "Well. I'm willing to help you if you need more help with carrying herbs. As long as I'm not busy."
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Post by Megido on Apr 2, 2017 16:05:44 GMT -5
"Are you going to abruptly become busy soon?" Waxleaf teases, whiskers twitching as she continues walking along, nose low to the ground as she continues looking for herbs. "Is this a coverup for you nearly getting caught chasing butterflies or sleeping in a sunbeam?"
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Apr 2, 2017 18:26:17 GMT -5
Icepaw nodded, looking up at her. "Should I track it?" She asked, lowering her body into a crouch, smelling the scent again.
Coldstorm looked at her. "If you need the help," he said, looking at her. "I've just finished a patrol. I can help you." He said, looking at her, a small shrug of his upper body. The stocky tom looked at her. "We are clanmates, aren't we? And you are the medicine cat. So, I should be helping and be nice to you. YOu're the difference between life and death sometimes." "Yep," Woolfeather smiled at Icepaw. "All you need is focus and training. I know you'll be able to find this bird." |
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Apr 3, 2017 9:41:25 GMT -5
An actual purr formed in Coldstorm's throat. "No, no. Making up for my horrible hunting skills." He joked. He had been a good hunter, when he actually tried. "And I promise I won't become suddenly busy today."
Icepaw began following the scent, walking almost silently in the direction of the bird.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Apr 3, 2017 14:55:46 GMT -5
Woolfeather followed very silently, not wanting to disturb Icepaw.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Apr 4, 2017 12:05:46 GMT -5
Icepaw froze, crouching further down, hips waggling before she jumped into a bush. The thrush came flying out of the bush, Icepaw scrambled in the bush, pulling herself out after a few moments.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Apr 4, 2017 14:47:51 GMT -5
Woolfeather walked up to Icepaw. "That was great stalking!" She exlaimed, smiling. "I'm sure if the thrush was out in the open, you would have caught it. It must've been the bush that messed you up,"
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Apr 4, 2017 16:44:24 GMT -5
Icepaw looked at her mentor. "I'm sorry that I missed." She said softly. "I got my tail caught when I ran in."
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Apr 4, 2017 17:46:32 GMT -5
"Don't worry," Woolfeather said. "Bushes trip me up all the time," She admited.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Apr 4, 2017 17:55:38 GMT -5
Icepaw nodded, looking at her mentor. "Now what?"
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Apr 4, 2017 17:58:25 GMT -5
Woolfeather thought for a moment. "Do you want to practice fighting moves or check the borders?" She asked.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Apr 4, 2017 22:39:48 GMT -5
"Check the borders?" Icepaw said softly. She wasn't muh of a fighter.
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Post by Fresh Sans Genderbend on Apr 5, 2017 15:37:10 GMT -5
Woolfeather nodded. They headed towards the border.
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