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 23, 2017 10:18:32 GMT -5
Specter was astounded at the stranger's speed. She immediately boosted her own speed, propelling forward, just barely passing the other. Game on.
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 23, 2017 17:04:16 GMT -5
Owlmoon looked behind her to see the new cat with a determined look on his face. She looked back at Elmheart. "Come on slowpoke!" mintedstar/fur |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 25, 2017 13:00:14 GMT -5
Owlmoon looked behind her to see the new cat with a determined look on his face. She looked back at Elmheart. "Come on slowpoke!" mintedstar/fur Elmheart was surprised that now he was the one who was falling behind. He raced past Blackmask and soon came up to the same speed as the rogue. "Water," he panted. "We need to head for a river. Bees can't swim." |
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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 25, 2017 13:20:43 GMT -5
Specter pondered the remark subconsciously, still focusing on running. She didn't much care that there we're suddenly 2 more cats trailing her and the other. "How close is (pant) the river with (pant) the wood across it?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 25, 2017 13:23:23 GMT -5
Elmheart start to adjust the direction he was running in. "It isn't to far away," he said, gasping a little at the end. He flicked his tail to point off to his right. "Over (pant) there."
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Post by fossilfueds on Apr 25, 2017 13:45:34 GMT -5
Honeystripe, 28 moons | Fossilfueds
Description & Personality: Large, long-haired golden spotted tabby tom with a white chest, belly, tail tip, muzzle and paws. Full of enthusiasm and energy. He is in near constant motion, often found climbing trees or playing with the clan's kits. He is full of confidence and consequently tends to lack fear; even in battle he is known to crack jokes and tease opponents instead of taking the situation more seriously. Generally friendly, he avoids picking fights to begin with, though he is not one to back down when threatened. He would rather make a friend than an enemy. His lack of fear often puts him and others in dangerous situations, which he tends not to recognise due to his carefree nature. If there is a plan, he forgets it. If he doesn't forget it, he ignores it.
History: A former kittypet along with his brother, Honeystripe and Swiftfoot were left for adoption on the streets. Before a human could take them home, the two cats came to be loners living amongst BloodClan. With the fear of living under Scourge gone, the two made their presence better known in the area and eventually came to integrate themselves into TimeClan. As a kitten, he was a troublemaker, and had many close calls as a result.
Crush/Mate/Kin: Swiftfoot is his brother.
Rank: Warrior
Other: n/a
Swiftfoot, 28 moons | Fossilfueds
Description & Personality: Lithe and skinny white tom with smudged black patches on his face, legs, tail and back. Swiftfoot is very skittish, being easily set back and tending to take criticism to heart. He is loyal and defensive of those he is close to but often not brave enough to take action. He is very attentive, however, and has a very tactical mind. His ability to analyse situations serves him well in both battles and in hunting, despite not having the physical brawn to easily overpower opponents.
History: A former kittypet along with his brother, Honeystripe and Swiftfoot were left for adoption on the streets. Before a human could take them home, the two cats came to be loners living amongst BloodClan. With the fear of living under Scourge gone, the two made their presence better known in the area and eventually came to integrate themselves into TimeClan. Growing up he felt responsible for his brother, but now they are adults he feels inferior to the much stronger Honeystripe.
Crush/Mate/Kin: Honeystripe is his brother.
Rank: Warrior
Other: n/a
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 25, 2017 13:50:06 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. Mistpaw looked up, watching the other apprentice. She was about to follow when she saw Hickoryfoot shake her head. Mistpaw looked confused and looked over at Mosswing. "You might distract Brokenpaw or scare the bird if you both go up at the same time," Hickoryfoot explained. Mistpaw looked over at Mosswing again, wanting to check that that was right. |
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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 25, 2017 13:52:42 GMT -5
"Then that's ( pant) where we're going." Specter adjusted her running path so that she was running alongside the tom. "These bees are ( pant) really persistent..." ( Owlmoon ӄɨքքɛʀɛռ ) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 25, 2017 13:55:50 GMT -5
Comes from someone destroying their home, thought Elmheart, but saved his breath for running.
(I'll wait for Owl and Kipperen.)
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Post by broken on Apr 25, 2017 19:02:56 GMT -5
(I'll add you fossilfueds. Welcome!) |
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Post by broken on Apr 25, 2017 19:09:26 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. Mistpaw looked up, watching the other apprentice. She was about to follow when she saw Hickoryfoot shake her head. Mistpaw looked confused and looked over at Mosswing. "You might distract Brokenpaw or scare the bird if you both go up at the same time," Hickoryfoot explained. Mistpaw looked over at Mosswing again, wanting to check that that was right. Mosswing looked from the apprentice in the tree, then at Mistpaw, nodding her head. "You heard Hickoryfoot. Just get ready just in case Brokenpaw scares the bird and it flies this way," she said quietly, knowing that would be very unlikely. The bird would fly higher up. Brokenpaw finally reached the branch the bird was on, looking down at them, then at the animal. She wasn't really sure what to do now, so she just slowly crept closer, then pounced carefully, nearly loosing her balance. Unfortunately, the bird was startled and flew up into the trees. She looked down at the warriors. "...well that didn't work!" |
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 25, 2017 19:55:36 GMT -5
Owlmoon turns her attention to Elmheart. "Lead the way!" Her meow comes out as a raspy wheeze, but she doesn't have time to worry about it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2017 22:22:16 GMT -5
(Hello, before I post a joining form, may I ask if the spot's for Scourge's kits are still open? I'm interested in making a cat, and I prefer to stick to one or two in an rp to keep from getting overwhelmed. I can offer some rp examples if those are needed, since I don't have many posts yet. (considering I just joined the forums))-)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 25, 2017 23:26:05 GMT -5
Owlmoon turns her attention to Elmheart. "Lead the way!" Her meow comes out as a raspy wheeze, but she doesn't have time to worry about it. Elmheart did his best to take the lead, feet pounding the ground. The bees were pretty close now. He looked back, checking to make sure the others were keeping up. |
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Post by broken on Apr 26, 2017 6:28:34 GMT -5
(Hello, before I post a joining form, may I ask if the spot's for Scourge's kits are still open? I'm interested in making a cat, and I prefer to stick to one or two in an rp to keep from getting overwhelmed. I can offer some rp examples if those are needed, since I don't have many posts yet. (considering I just joined the forums))-) (Yes, there are spots for Scourge's kits open :3 and you don't need to offer rp examples, just as long as you post enough for the other person to reply with.) |
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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 26, 2017 9:46:22 GMT -5
Specter was shortly behind the lead, trying not to stop running. Her breathing devolved to a series of gasps to stay at this speed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 10:44:25 GMT -5
(Okay, thank you! I'll get to work on my joining form then)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 11:19:57 GMT -5
Snailpaw & 7 moons | Lime Description & Personality: Snailpaw is a small, fuzzy she-cat with light brown fur and dark, tabby stripes that blend into her pelt around her torso. She has large, vibrant grass green eyes that are full of the light of youth and curiousity. Innocent and soft-spoken, Snailpaw is an eager apprentice who has just enough ambition to get to where she strives for. Like her name, she is rather slow due to a strange limp she's had since she started walking, and though this sets her back a bit, she has learned to cope. Fond of her litter mates and clan mates equally, she whole-heartedly believes she was born in Timeclan. History: One of Scourge's three kittens, Snailpaw does not remember anything from her days with her mother and father, believing she was born in Timeclan and is no different than the others. Crush/Mate/Kin: Scourge, ???, Brokenpaw, (apprentice name) Rank: Apprentice Other: Resembles the cat in this photo: previews.123rf.com/images/muangsatun/muangsatun1403/muangsatun140300169/26306783-beautiful-light-brown-tabby-cat-Stock-Photo.jpg |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 11:27:28 GMT -5
(I would also like to add that once there is a medicine cat, Snailpaw may be a good fit for medicine cat apprentice. Since sometimes the medicine cat chooses someone who is already a warrior/mid-way through training))
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Post by broken on Apr 26, 2017 11:29:49 GMT -5
(okay Lime, I'll add Snailpaw^^ and I was thinking of just making a temporary medicine cat for now, so she can be med. cat apprentice :3 I'll update everything once I'm out of school.)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 11:32:34 GMT -5
(Okay, thank you very much!!)
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Post by broken on Apr 26, 2017 11:52:01 GMT -5
(Yep, no problem. I actually have two more classes to get through, so I'll be on after that)
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 26, 2017 14:48:11 GMT -5
Owlmoon realized that everyone was ahead of her now. She started to gain speed, widening her span. Bounding forward, she managed to pass the other cat.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 14:48:49 GMT -5
(I drew A Hollowstar that you can maybe put on the front page for Timeclan, consider it my gift to you))  |
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Post by broken on Apr 26, 2017 15:37:29 GMT -5
(Alright, I'm back and I updated everything! lime, oh thanks, that looks great!  also, I have Rainflight as a temporary medicine cat if you'd like to rp) |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 15:40:20 GMT -5
(Thank you! And sure, I'll start roleplaying, thank you again))
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Post by broken on Apr 26, 2017 15:54:57 GMT -5
(Your welcome :3 I went ahead and added an art section
also, would you like me to start?)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 16:09:28 GMT -5
(Sure!)
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Post by broken on Apr 26, 2017 16:23:03 GMT -5
(Alright)
Rainflight was in the herb storage in the medicine cat's den, just checking how much of each plant they had left. Since it was greenleaf, they currently had a stable supply to last them through some of the harshest months. The tom skimmed over each plant, muttering something to himself as he laid eyes on it, then moved onto the next one. Then, he paused at the poppies with a sigh. They were running low on that, so he'd have his apprentice go with him to collect some more. After that. he headed out of the storage. "Snailpaw, you here?" He meowed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 16:32:59 GMT -5
Snailpaw was changing the old bedding in her and Rainflight's nest, her head raising as her mentor stepped out of the storage. "Yeah?" She mewed, swiping a scrap of moss from her nose with her paw before standing up. Her feet danced around the old moss, which she had gathered in a pile next to her. The leafy smell of the storage wafted off of Rainflight. In her moon as an apprentice, the small she-cat had gotten used to the powerful smell of herbs that now clung to her pelt, embracing it's smell as a sign of good fortune, because it meant that their stores were full.
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