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Post by broken on Apr 16, 2017 16:43:05 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur (it's short, sorry) Mosswing had also scented the air, nodding as she looked at the apprentices to see what they would say. Brokenpaw dipped her head in the direction of the trees. "I think they're over there," she meowed, looking over at her friend to see if she would agree.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 16, 2017 19:27:39 GMT -5
brokenHickoryfoot purred. "Why don't you go over and see if you are right?" Mistpaw wished that she wasn't left to do this. She wanted to be right, but not have to be responsible if she was wrong. It really would be disappointing if the prey wasn't in those trees. "Come on, Brokenpaw," she whispered to the she-cat. Using her best hunter's crouch she started to stalk toward the trees.
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 16, 2017 20:54:44 GMT -5
"Okay." Owlmoon narrowed her eyes. "Are we doing a border patrol? Or hunting?" "I figured we could do a border patrol and if we run across anything to hunt, all the better," said Elmheart, looking back. "Now, let's go." He broke into a run, yelling back, "Race you!" (Timeskip?) "Okay." Owlmoon meowed. "What border?" The. She realized what he'd said. "Hey! Wait up!" (Sorry for the late reply, sure!) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 16, 2017 22:21:10 GMT -5
"I figured we could do a border patrol and if we run across anything to hunt, all the better," said Elmheart, looking back. "Now, let's go." He broke into a run, yelling back, "Race you!" (Timeskip?) "Okay." Owlmoon meowed. "What border?" The. She realized what he'd said. "Hey! Wait up!" (Sorry for the late reply, sure!) (Okay then.) Elmheart only slowed his pace when he reached the old crocodile den. He looked around and back at Owlmoon. "I win!" he said with a grin. He scented the air, seeing if he could tell if any prey was near. "Say something if you find any prey." |
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Post by broken on Apr 19, 2017 18:37:56 GMT -5
broken Hickoryfoot purred. "Why don't you go over and see if you are right?" Mistpaw wished that she wasn't left to do this. She wanted to be right, but not have to be responsible if she was wrong. It really would be disappointing if the prey wasn't in those trees. "Come on, Brokenpaw," she whispered to the she-cat. Using her best hunter's crouch she started to stalk toward the trees. (Okay I saw this a while ago and I thought I replied?) Brokenpaw nodded, dropping down into her own hunters crouch before following the other apprentice toward the trees. "Right behind you," she whispered, being careful not to rustle the grass or leaves too much. "I hope we're right..." Mosswing grinned, looking away from them and toward Hickoryfoot. |
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 19, 2017 21:02:00 GMT -5
"Okay." Owlmoon meowed. "What border?" The. She realized what he'd said. "Hey! Wait up!" (Sorry for the late reply, sure!) (Okay then.) Elmheart only slowed his pace when he reached the old crocodile den. He looked around and back at Owlmoon. "I win!" he said with a grin. He scented the air, seeing if he could tell if any prey was near. "Say something if you find any prey." Olmoon purse her lips. She was quite aware that she sounded like a whiny apprentice, but frankly didn't care. "It was only because you got a head start!" |
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on Apr 19, 2017 23:29:46 GMT -5
((I oughtta sliiiiiiiide right in.))
Specter & 23 moons | FifthRootNull
Description & Personality: Specter is a medium-fur full-white she-cat with sky blue eyes and pointy ears. Her body is light and limber. When she is in Clan territory, she has a silent truce with TimeClan, trying not to do anything against their "rules" in trade of not being ousted. She appears and acts calm and collected, even when being threatened. She often tries to talk out scuffles, rather than shed blood.
History: Being born a kittypet, Specter silently slipped out in the nights to venture into the wilds, teaching herself things like the concepts of stealth and hunting. Once her Twolegs were much less appreciative of her being there, she ran off for good, making a den for herself a small ways away in a former fox den.
Crush/Mate/Kin: N/A
Rank: Rogue
Other: N/A
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 19, 2017 23:54:06 GMT -5
broken Hickoryfoot purred. "Why don't you go over and see if you are right?" Mistpaw wished that she wasn't left to do this. She wanted to be right, but not have to be responsible if she was wrong. It really would be disappointing if the prey wasn't in those trees. "Come on, Brokenpaw," she whispered to the she-cat. Using her best hunter's crouch she started to stalk toward the trees. (Okay I saw this a while ago and I thought I replied?) Brokenpaw nodded, dropping down into her own hunters crouch before following the other apprentice toward the trees. "Right behind you," she whispered, being careful not to rustle the grass or leaves too much. "I hope we're right..." Mosswing grinned, looking away from them and toward Hickoryfoot. "Should we tell them?" Hickoryfoot leaned in, close to Mosswing's ear, half giggling. The apprentice were already out of earshot. Mistpaw tried to follow the scent deeper, but it started to get a little confusing after she left the two mentors. What was going on? She looked around. The scent was clear, but it was looping around and up. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 20, 2017 0:01:12 GMT -5
(Okay then.) Elmheart only slowed his pace when he reached the old crocodile den. He looked around and back at Owlmoon. "I win!" he said with a grin. He scented the air, seeing if he could tell if any prey was near. "Say something if you find any prey." Olmoon purse her lips. She was quite aware that she sounded like a whiny apprentice, but frankly didn't care. "It was only because you got a head start!" "By two seconds," argued Elmheart, who had no problem with sounding like an apprentice on their first day out of camp. "I won." He sniffed the air, trying to scent prey, but couldn't really pick up anything. |
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 20, 2017 16:37:31 GMT -5
Owlmoon purse her lips. She was quite aware that she sounded like a whiny apprentice, but frankly didn't care. "It was only because you got a head start!" "By two seconds," argued Elmheart, who had no problem with sounding like an apprentice on their first day out of camp. "I won." He sniffed the air, trying to scent prey, but couldn't really pick up anything. Owlmoon huffed with indignation. Turning her muzzle upward, she stuck it high in the air. Sniffing for scents was overwhelming with so much sweet flower scent lining the air. She looked at her companion. "Can you smell anything with all of the flower scent?" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 20, 2017 20:26:06 GMT -5
"By two seconds," argued Elmheart, who had no problem with sounding like an apprentice on their first day out of camp. "I won." He sniffed the air, trying to scent prey, but couldn't really pick up anything. Owlmoon huffed with indignation. Turning her muzzle upward, she stuck it high in the air. Sniffing for scents was overwhelming with so much sweet flower scent lining the air. She looked at her companion. "Can you smell anything with all of the flower scent?" "Not really," admitted Elmheart. He turned his head to face her. "But that means the prey can't scent us either." He grinned a little. "Want to try anyway or want to find another place?" He tilted his head, not knowing what she wanted. |
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 20, 2017 20:30:15 GMT -5
Owlmoon huffed with indignation. Turning her muzzle upward, she stuck it high in the air. Sniffing for scents was overwhelming with so much sweet flower scent lining the air. She looked at her companion. "Can you smell anything with all of the flower scent?" "Not really," admitted Elmheart. He turned his head to face her. "But that means the prey can't scent us either." He grinned a little. "Want to try anyway or want to find another place?" He tilted his head, not knowing what she wanted. Owlmoon hesitated. "Um..." She looked around. "You choose?" Her voice went up in a high pitched squeak that was very unflattering. |
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Post by broken on Apr 20, 2017 20:49:03 GMT -5
(Hello FifthRootNull, I'll add you :3) mintedstar/fur Mosswing, also giggling softly, shook her head, dipping her head over toward the apprentices. "They're bound to find out. They're a smart bunch," she replied softly. Brokenpaw blinked, soon stopping. She was also very confused, the scent was here, but there was no animal. "Mistpaw..." she whispered, before hearing a soft rustling of leaves in a small tree overhead. The apprentice looked up, seeing the bird. "What? Do we have to climb a tree?" She approached the base, looking over at her friend. |
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Post by ӄɨքքɛʀɛռ on Apr 20, 2017 22:16:23 GMT -5
Blackmask, 26 moons | Kipperen
Description & Personality:A dark stormy grey tom with a black raccoon like mask over his eyes a partly his nose. One yellow eye, and one icey blue eye. A lot of his left ear is missing, and a ragged hole rips through the center of the right. He has one white toe on his right front paw. He is small, yes,but quick, and not extremely buff, but strong enough. He has a bit longer canine teeth, and they poke out the corners of his mouth. Blackmask is a rather friendly cat, despite being in a clan that originates from killers, and enjoys the company of most cats. But that doesn't mean he can be extremely harsh eaither. If the time is right, the tom will drop his happy-go-lucky 'mask' (no pun intended) and dramatically changes his personality to gruesomely mean and rude.
History: though growing up mostly in the clan, Blackmask was not clanborn. He was found abandoned near the border, left with his siblings to die, as the mother obviously had not wanted them. He was the only one to survive, as eventiually his brother and sister succumbed to the parasites and infections that had been in their little bodies prier to them being found. Blackmask still misses them, but he knows he had survived for some reason, obviously being the strongest of the bunch. His siblings were promptly named Rosekit, and Smokekit. Rosekit had been a russet/red color she-kit, and had a bright white face and tail, while Smokekit had been a fluffy light grey tom with a few darker grey stripes running through him, implying he had possibly been a descendant of a tabby.
Crush/Mate/Kin: N/A
Rank: Warrior
Other: Blackmask has a horrible flaw where he trusts to easily, and is blinded for his fondness of a cat, not realizing if they have bad intentions or not. Because of this, several cats have betrayed him, each time he was left more confused and heartbroken then the last.
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Post by broken on Apr 21, 2017 14:15:42 GMT -5
( ӄɨքքɛʀɛռ, your character is accepted. I'll add them :3) |
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on Apr 21, 2017 15:18:13 GMT -5
Specter loomed within the territory, staying near the Old Tupelo. She liked the silence of being alone. The Clan cats are weird, she thought. I don't understand why they respect each other so much...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 21, 2017 15:34:39 GMT -5
"Not really," admitted Elmheart. He turned his head to face her. "But that means the prey can't scent us either." He grinned a little. "Want to try anyway or want to find another place?" He tilted his head, not knowing what she wanted. Owlmoon hesitated. "Um..." She looked around. "You choose?" Her voice went up in a high pitched squeak that was very unflattering. "We'll try hunting here," said Elmheart, beginning to head into the flowers. He crouched down, ears high as he listened for the sound of prey. His paw steps were light as he made his way over the ground and he held his tail close. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 21, 2017 15:35:39 GMT -5
FifthRootNull , your character is near Owlmoon 's and mine.  Want them to run into each other? ))
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on Apr 21, 2017 15:43:23 GMT -5
FifthRootNull, your character is near Owl's and mine. Want them to run into each other? )) (( That'd be fun. Let's do it c: )) Specter paced around. Why is there mutual trust? One of them could easily just get in and immediately betray all of them... |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 21, 2017 17:49:00 GMT -5
(Hello FifthRootNull , I'll add you :3) mintedstar/fur Mosswing, also giggling softly, shook her head, dipping her head over toward the apprentices. "They're bound to find out. They're a smart bunch," she replied softly. Brokenpaw blinked, soon stopping. She was also very confused, the scent was here, but there was no animal. "Mistpaw..." she whispered, before hearing a soft rustling of leaves in a small tree overhead. The apprentice looked up, seeing the bird. "What? Do we have to climb a tree?" She approached the base, looking over at her friend. Mistpaw looked up, confused as well. "Don't tell me all that prey we scented was in the trees," she moaned. "That isn't fair." Hiskoryfoot slowly padded up behind her. "Not fair doesn't catch the prey, Mistpaw. If you find it so unfair, climb the tree." Mistpaw looked back, eyes wide. "You can't be serous? I'm not a squirrel." |
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 21, 2017 22:52:08 GMT -5
Owlmoon hesitated. "Um..." She looked around. "You choose?" Her voice went up in a high pitched squeak that was very unflattering. "We'll try hunting here," said Elmheart, beginning to head into the flowers. He crouched down, ears high as he listened for the sound of prey. His paw steps were light as he made his way over the ground and he held his tail close. Owlmoon followed Elmheart's example. She listened carefully, but wasn't hearing anything. Not looking where she was going, Owlmoon turned around and ran smack into a tree. Unfortunately, this tree had a beehive on it. She'd shaken the tree so hard that the beehive had dropped out of it! The bees inside were starting to get agitated, and Owlmoon broke into a run. Tail waving, she yowled at Elmheart. "Bees! Watch out!" Again, she hadn't been paying attention and she ran into a furry flank. She and another cat went sprawling, chests heaving. "Oof!" For a moment she forgot about th bees. |
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Post by broken on Apr 21, 2017 22:52:29 GMT -5
Mosswing had also walked over at this point, looking at the apprentices, then up at the animal. "I believe the two of you can do it. Besides, the bird is on one of the lowest branches," she mewed.
Brokenpaw frowned a bit, but glanced at the bird again with a shrug. "I'll do it," she whispered, unsheathing her claws and slowly making it up the tree.
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Post by ӄɨքքɛʀɛռ on Apr 21, 2017 23:37:16 GMT -5
Blackmask had been pacing again. He was thinking about his brother and sister, it seemed to bother him lately. Even though his whole life he'd been questioning 'Why me, why did I live?' he had asked himself over and over again, but nothing had came to mind. There had to be some reason, something more to it. He practically prayed for some sign, some answer to calm his ever running thoughts and questions. Blackmask needed someone-anyone, to put him to ease. Every day he wished he were a normal clanborn cat, with his siblings in tow. But he wasn't. He was a ragged-furred outsider born cat, with no way of knowing if he still even had 'parents'. The toms longing to know all this was so overwhelming, he could hardly stand up anymore it seemed. He raced through the clan territory, trying to keep his mind quiet. It didn't work, the questions coming so quickly that they almost overlapped each other. Blackmask slowed to a stop, chest heaving. Hoping no one heard him, he tipped his head back and yowled a throaty call of longing to know.
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on Apr 22, 2017 0:41:15 GMT -5
As Specter was thinking to herself, she heard a yowl, followed by brute force to her flank. She fell and went tumbling back, getting back up the soonest that she could. "Ow, what the..."
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 22, 2017 8:06:57 GMT -5
Owlmoon remembered the bees. Getting to her feet, she shoved her shoulder under the new cats and tried to life him up. "Come on! I have bees chasing after me!"
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on Apr 22, 2017 11:18:15 GMT -5
Specter got back onto her feet, thanks to the stranger. "Wait, bees?!" She lost her composure almost as fast as she had regained it. "Why are bees chasing you?"
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Post by ӄɨքքɛʀɛռ on Apr 22, 2017 15:59:03 GMT -5
Blackmask flicked an ear to the sound of movement. Glancing toward the sound of running, and voices, he started to trot-then burst into a quick sprint after what was happening. It could possibly be a rouge or something, and even though he was having his own inner turmoil, he was still a loyal clan cat. Small flashes of fur could be spotted not far off, and Blackmask pushed himself faster.He broke through the bushes- to see Owlmoon shoving against an unknown cat to get up. "Owlmoon! What in the name of-" he was cut off as he seen the swarm of bees flying quickly towards the cats, and Blackmask yelped in surprise.
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 22, 2017 17:44:52 GMT -5
Owlmoon was really jumpy. "Yes, bees! I bumped into a tree and the hive fell." She turned around to see a swarm of bees. "Hehe, do you think it might be a good time to run?"
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on Apr 22, 2017 18:54:55 GMT -5
"Great idea." Specter quickly started to run in the opposite direction of the pursuing bugs. Bees can't be that fast, right? I could probably outrun them…
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 23, 2017 9:44:36 GMT -5
Owlmoon darted after him, turning back to look for Elmheart. "Come on!" She gained speed, easily overtaking the cat she'd met.
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Want them to run into each other? ))
