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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Mar 11, 2017 19:57:14 GMT -5
The Moon
From stars I create and to stars you shall return to me...
A god of the eventide, vespers reach this figure in the softness of the black clouds and white sky. A being of unknown age, gender, or origin, the only evidence of such existence is the pale, ghostly figure that will visit in times of need, or send messengers from the stars. The clouds are the looking-glass for the deceased who have become the stars so regularly known as Silver-pelt.
In tradition, it is assumed the Moon created the forms of all life. It is also known to be a quieter, protective, vengeful being than its counterpart.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
i. HISTORY & JOINING
ii. RULES & NEWS & MEMBERS
iii. TERRITORY
iiii. ALLEGIANCES & PLOT INFORMATION
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Mar 11, 2017 19:57:27 GMT -5
Would you like our protection?
We do not give it to all.
We, the Sun and Moon, have safe haven for you clanners.
All is not as they say...
The safe haven was created long ago by the Sun and Moon, of which saw suffering upon the earth they presided over. They cut out of a piece of it for themselves, interfering with what earth was, and created the haven of The Ebb. The Ebb was a place for creatures they deemed worthy to live- in this case, centered around the patron feline. They created the first forms of this clan, parenting them and doting upon them. A true paradise, nothing went wrong. There were no fights, no injuries or illnesses, death only when a cat's time was up in age. They even dwelled amongst the clan in many forms, leaving star-pieces and sun-flares behind to be found, even incorporated into the clan itself. It was said every 1000th step they took, a special blessing would occur. Even more so, when one of these synchronized with one another, a very special gift would be bestowed upon the clan.
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But the bubble was bound to break from the start. The clan cats became curious of the outside, the world they were closed off from. They became more daring and bold, attempting to leave and find new settlements. They no longer wanted to be kept in a prison. The Moon, enraged by the lack of respect, created all manner of forms- foxes, bears, wolves, and natural disasters like earthquakes and tsunamis that shaped the 'haven'. The Sun, heartbroken and furious by the disobedience of their children, took life away as easily as it had given it- whole families gone, litters taken away in the blink of an eye, hearts broken and love lost. But the cats did not give up and, isolated by their own creations, the Sun and Moon began to realize all they had done. Lowering the barriers, they have gone silent in their words, letting only the Silver-pelt ancestors use their clouds as the looking glass, communicating with the clan cats as summoned. But the damage was done, and the clan was plunged into a desperate dirge for survival. They were all but wiped out until Eve, one of those 'very special blessings', arrived. The very child of the Moon and the Sun combined, he saved the clans from peril and started them anew. Once his purpose was achieved, he disappeared into the air itself to preside beside his origins.
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This was so many, many years ago. The clan has split in half: Moonclan and Sunclan. They live in an uneasy harmony now in the haven, left behind by their ancestors. However, they cannot stay safe forever.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Mar 11, 2017 19:57:40 GMT -5
RULES
☁ - Forum rules are to be followed and respected.☁ - Respect - it's simple and expected in every clan, and this is no different. Please be sure to show respect to the members of this clan- we're all here to have a good time! A further extension of this rule is for those who are not part of this clan as well: please no spamming, flaming, bashing, raiding, stealing (neither cats nor clan ideas), and kit-___ of any kind.☁ - Activity - this is also another rule that is expected in every clan, but it stands to still be reiterated again. If you are part of this roleplay you are expected to be active here at least two times a week. If you are an admin, mod, trusted member, or someone who is pivotal in a plot or rank, you are expected to be here posting at least four times a week. You will be rewarded with spots in plots and special rank privileges and the like if you are an active member of the clan!☁ - Literacy - I'm being relatively lax with this one unlike how I am in my usual clans. Every member must have proper spelling and grammar and, of course, one-liners are never allowed. I expect everyone to, when they are roleplaying, have at least 5 sentences. Something good to do is to look at how other members are roleplaying- it's common courtesy to try to match the level of sentences and grammar those around you are doing! I don't expect paragraphs upon paragraphs of writing, but five sentences is the absolute minimum.☁ - Characters - although this is a semi-realistic clan in the sense of the plot, all regular cats are regular cats! I am relatively lax with this rule but please, we all understand the basics: do not have cats with unnatural pelt colors or eye colors. There will be no god-modding, power playing, mary-sues or gary-sues! Every character must have multiple flaws as will be seen on the joining form. As for histories, all clan cats are clan-born, and NPCs are currently the only ones allowed to be from outside the clan. LGBTQ+ is allowed, simply specify that in your character's form.☁ - Drama is encouraged- there is a lot going on! NPCs are everywhere, the clans are pitting against one another, and there is so much to do and see! However, no large-scale plots are permitted at this time, but smaller plots are allowed and encouraged if you are approved. Take care you do not power play, god-mod, or spotlight!☁ - Complaints - this is a really good rule I found on another role play's rule board, please do a courtesy to other members and keep possibly triggering or otherwise large issues to low.
☁ - Ages - it is really difficult to try to follow ages around in a roleplay like this. Therefore, frankly the only ages that matter are apprentices because you can't stay an apprentice forever, and your older cats because they can't live forever. Every real-life 2 months, everyone's moons will be updated by one (1) to make things easier for everyone!
☁ - Joining - if you join one clan, you must join the other! This is to prevent favoritism and ensure everyone gets a well-rounded view of the clans and the NPCs and plots!
NEWS
admin mods members new members excused inactive
female ; male ; other
REGULAR ; NPC5 AMBrushstar , Missingwhisker , Duskcurl , Yewberry , Peachfuzz
BROWNIE
Silverhawk , Ibistuft
GECKOEYES
Ravenpelt , Cedarwind
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Mar 11, 2017 19:57:51 GMT -5
TERRITORYTERRITORY & CAMP
THE FARMLAND
THE CITY
THE ORCHARD
THE MARSH
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Mar 11, 2017 19:58:03 GMT -5
CLAN
LEADER
Brushstar a scrawny, muscled, wild-furred brown leader of Moonclan. She is allied with the Wood Army senile , power-hungry , skeptical , erratic will not be persuaded killed DEPUTYMissingwhisker MEDICINE CATDuskcurl MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
OPENWARRIORS
SILVERHAWK - male he/him - 32 moons - bisexual "And what makes you think I want to do that?" In appearance, Silverhawk lives up to his name, being a grey and silver tabby tom with chocolate brown markings. His fur is of a medium length: not enough to keep off the snags and too heavy to stay out in the sun long, though his mostly light coloration helps reflect off some of the heat. Despite this, he still prefers the shade and the cold, and loves the snow. His paws always appear muddy, being tipped with a chocolate brown: lower boots on his hind paws and reaching up as higher socks on his fore. His muzzle is speckled with the chocolate colors near his nose and whiskers, and the same flecking creeps up behind his left ear. His tail is, to put it simply, fluffy, and ringed again with the same dark brown coloration. The remainder of his fur is that of a silver tabby, with shiny silvers and matte greys giving it a mottled appearance that makes him slightly better for camouflage in the snow, though he still sticks out among the trees and dirt. His eyes are a light green, ringed with darker shades around the iris. As for build, he's not the most athletic of cats, and during the warm seasons can get a noticeable chubbiness to him (although he likes to say this is only because of muscle and fluff and not because he likes taking the extra bird from the fresh-kill pile!). Silverhawk is a talker. He finds it easy to speak to individuals and crowds alike, and is skilled at swaying others to his views. He's also good at explaining things when he wants to be. However, he's not a cat to be helpful out of good will alone, and selfishness is his biggest motivation in life. He is a fast learner and adapts quickly, but is often deliberately obtuse just because he can be. His physical prowess is much duller than his mental sharpness, however, and while he has a good deal of natural muscle due to his natural build, he hasn't gone out of his way to build his physicality, mostly due to laziness, and so stays slightly chubby with limited endurance. He dislikes weather in general, but does enjoy the snow after its fallen and surprisingly also enjoys swimming in the summer. He has an average history, being born and raised within the Clan. His sister is Ibistuft, but the two are quite distant and don't often treat each other as such. With all their differences, one wouldn't think they were siblings at first glance. Their mother was a tortoiseshell she-cat with white paws named Riverfoot, but shortly after raising the two to apprentices, she left to join the barn cats. Ibistuft and Silverhawk believe their father was one of the barn cats, but their mother refused to say. Silverhawk attempted to confront her after becoming a warrior, but the barn they had believed she had moved to was empty of cats and he was forced to return to the Clan, not wanting to chase after her. BROWNIE
YEWBERRY - DFAB; FEMALE - 30 - PANROMANTIC DEMISEXUAL A slight figure nursing average muscles, she is a small-scale, willowy structure with long limbs and tail. Her cranium is an elegant wedge with small ears and with sloping, doey dew eyes colored a warm honey-gold color. Coating her figure is a pelage of plush, luscious softness, medium in length and with downy-fluff consistency throughout. In only becomes thicker as it comes closer to her skin, retaining its baby softness. Her fur is colored a soft white shade, unbroken as a base shade. On top of this white is a sprinkling of chocolate-grey flecks along her back, neck, and face, scattered few and far-between. She lacks any immediate scars to be seen. One amongst Moonclan who is a sweet-hearted soul, she has little interest in fighting or confrontation and lacks much aggression some others might readily have to spare. Generous and humble with herself, she seems to have affection to go around for everyone, and is constantly a motherly force around camp. However, her protection and determination is fierce, and she will fight for what is right, even if it is what goes against others. A sensible molly, she has a good head on her shoulders. However, she has the tendency to be too forgiving and sensitive, and lets others walk over her or control her. Obedient, she will do whatever others ask her to do, and sees it as being generous and helpful even when it really isn't. Interestingly, she is faithless, and has little hope in others being able to do things for themselves and hence justifies her constant mothering and protecting. She also does not believe in the Sun and Moon and believes all cats only need her, not dead myths. She was born with her brother, Peachfuzz, into the safe haven Moonclan. 5 AM
PEACHFUZZ - DMAB; MALE - 30 - DEMIROMANTIC ASEXUAL Like his sister, he boasts a slight figure and average muscle-tone, small-scale and with average limbs and tail, rendering him a little stockier than his sister yet still quite lean. His cranium is an elegant wedge and with average ears and sloping, often narrowed, big eyes colored a very dark amber color. Coating his figure is a pelage of plush softness, short in length and with a downy-fluff consistency like a little duck. His fur is the color of soft white shade, gently touched a tad brown-scale, as his base-coat. Covering this base as few and far between are grey-brown, dark flecks along his face, back, and tail. Notably, he has a very white front left paw. He lacks any immediate scars to be seen. Unlike his sister, he is anything but family-oriented. While he is protective and loyal to the clan, his personal feelings are kept locked tight behind sealed doors. Even so, he is endlessly sacrificing himself and offering himself for the clan, always trying to keep them safe at the expense of himself. While perhaps not exactly 'kind', he is sensible and moral, and understands what is right and what is wrong and uses such to the best of his abilities. While his sister believes no one can do anything for themselves, he is all for making cats stand up for themselves and being their tough-love pep-talker. However, he himself is often aloof and casts himself to the side, selfless to the point of almost reckless endangerment. His sarcasm is swift and he is nothing 'peachy' or even 'fuzzy', he is bred to be a warrior and that is his intent. Cats can keep their lovey-dovey feelings and such away from him because he certainly doesn't have an interest. He was born with his sister, Yewberry, into the safe haven Moonclan. 5 AM
Ravenpelt - Female; She/Her - 29 - Bisexual Ravenpelt has short, sleek fur that somehow always looks well groomed, despite the little amount of effort that the dainty she-cat puts into her looks. She has long legs and a thin frame- but don't let it full you, because any substantial mass that she has is all muscle. Ravenpelt's fur looks black at a glance, hence her namesake, but if you watch it move and ripple in the sunlight, you would notice that there are even blacker dapples hiding within her thin coat. Her hind legs are capped in bright white socks that end at where her legs meet her flank and her long, slender tail is capped in white as well. Ravenpelt has unusually long claws that make her an excellent climber. She has beautiful angular, gray-green eyes that are filled with flecks of mint and mossy greens; if you look close enough, you may begin to see a forest within them. Ravenpelt has long, straight, black whiskers that fade to white and a nose that is rimmed in a dark, purple-y, pink and fades in to a softer, pale pink. Ravenpelt is a fierce cat who will always fight for what she believes in. The lovely she-cat will defend those she loves with her life and is often seen going above and beyond for her fellow clanmates. Her favorite past-time is to leap through the treetops and feel the wind ruffle through her short coat- sometime neglecting her duties because she loses track of time. Ravenpelt is very daring and has quite a mouth on her, which lands her in trouble quite a lot. She is often caught being sarcastic and mouthing off, but it is ingrained in her body and no matter how much they try, she will not be changing her ways anytime soon. Ravenpelt hates to swim or even be around large amounts of water and isn't a great hunter, despite her small build and long claws. She's not a huge fan of kits and younger cats- she just sees them as needy and annoying most of the time. Because of this, she doesn't really see herself having kits of her own, but maybe if she settles down with a nice tom, she may change her mind. Ravenpelt was born into Moonclan with two siblings. Sadly a bought of sickness struck her family and killed her siblings within half a moon of being born. Her mother passed much later in life, due to an infection that took over her brain. GECKOEYES
Cedarwind- Male; He/Him - 46 - Heterosexual Cedarwind is a large, marbled, tabby cat with a deep brown and rust colored body. His fur is short but thick and his body is covered in the dips and ridges of his rippling muscle. His marble markings are a dark brown, almost black that cover pretty much the entirety of his coat. All four of his oversized, squared off, paws are capped in white and his face lightens up around his muzzle and eyes to a tan color, but his marbling stays just as dark as previously mentioned. His eyes are a multicolored spectacle of dark, light, and bluish greens within a black liner. He has a black nose and long tan whiskers and slightly shorter and darker eyebrows. Cedarwind has very sharp facial features that give him a very angular, intense look about him. The handsome tom was born with a long bobtail which hinders him in climbing and balance, but overall does not affect him in many other ways. Cedarwind is a stern cat who is wiser than he looks. He has spent his many moons earning his spot as a respected warrior and has gone through plentiful hardships to get to where he is now. He enjoys working with the apprentices.. to a point. He gets easily annoyed with too many questions and will sometimes snap, but usually stays pretty calm. This statement is also true when meeting new cats or strange cats while out on patrol. His favorite activities include napping on a warm rock and running border patrols. Cedarwind isn't a cat you would want on your bad side, although he follows the warrior code, he will make your life hell. The large tom has always focused more on his career as a warrior and never on his personal life, so Cedarwind has never settled down with a mate, although he is thinking it might be time to. Cedarwind was clanborn as an only kit. GECKOEYES
APPRENTICES-QUEENS & KITS-ELDERS-
PLOT INFO BIG PLOT
The haven no longer has its barriers up. For years now, the clans have been adapting to their new environment of changing seasons and new dangers and natural disasters. It is as though they were never the chosen ones. While leaders induce hallucinations to find answers on how to gain back the Moon and Sun favor, a group of felines is beginning to move into the area. They seem to be of many population. It would seem they, the Wood Army, intend to take over the haven, as it is the safest place anywhere they've known. What will you do now? Side with them? Or against? Or something else?
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Mar 11, 2017 19:58:13 GMT -5
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Mar 11, 2017 20:30:47 GMT -5
OPEN!
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Post by Brownie on Mar 12, 2017 11:07:18 GMT -5
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Testing testing. Hello people how's the day going? "Text like this?" Maybe dunno the other color looks nice though but it's a lot of WORK.
Testing testing. Hello people how's the day going? "Text like this?" Maybe dunno the other color looks nice though but it's a lot of WORK.
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Post by Brownie on Mar 12, 2017 13:22:38 GMT -5
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Silverhawk had found a patch of sunlight earlier that morning, but as the sun shifted so did the patch, leaving his hindquarters dappled in shadow. He didn't particularly enjoy the chill creeping up his stomach, but stubbornness kept him where he was. He closed his eyes, hoping that would help him forget the discomfort. It didn't. If anything, it only heightened his awareness of the offending shadow. With an exasperated sigh he opened his eyes again and rolled to his paws. He stretched and moved a few steps forward, back in the sun, before laying back down, curling his tail over his side. The ground prodded into his shoulder and his stomach, but he just gave a slight wriggle to try and flatten the earth back down under him. Almost too much effort, he thought, flicking his ears before returning to his nap.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Mar 12, 2017 14:27:08 GMT -5
CHAT
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Brushstar - Clan Camp
An eerie yowling noise rose from the pit of the leader's dwelling, echoing across camp in great heaves. It was only moments more before the source of such terrible noise made itself known, the wild-eyed leader stumbling out of her den, berry juice dribbling from her lips. Her wavering step eventually took her to the middle of camp where her thin voice rose in shriek, legs shaking and maw panting,
" They are coming! Coming! " She tapered off in a gurgle, laying down in the middle of camp with crazed fur and skittering eyes. It would seem the Moonclan leader had ingested some of the special herb concoctions used to force their ancestors to speak with them. Based on her spit words, something indeed was on its way.
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Post by Brownie on Mar 12, 2017 17:10:51 GMT -5
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{{ Starting right in the middle of everything eh?
Also assuming Dusk is medicine cat? She's third on the list heh. }}
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"Well that looks painful," Silverhawk muttered after rolling to a sit. He wasn't entirely surprised of the dramatic result of the berries; after all, Bushstar was old. Usually Duskcurl managed to keep Bushstar in her den during the ceremony, but perhaps she hadn't been able to do so. Bushstar did look particularly crazed this go around. Either way, it was an interesting occurrence, but one that didn't really affect him. Eventually Bushstar and Duskcurl would work out the meaning of the visions, but until then, well, there wasn't much a young warrior would be able to do to help the process. Besides staying out of it entirely, which is what he was planning on doing.
The silver tabby stood, knowing that he wouldn't be able to nap with the Clan all abuzz from Bushstar's display. He sighed, looked around, but didn't see anything immediate to occupy himself with. Maybe Missingwhisker would send out a patrol to try getting cats out of camp. A walk around the territory would be nice. That decided, Silverhawk sat and waited.
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Post by Brownie on Mar 13, 2017 14:09:03 GMT -5
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I'll probably be lurking here the rest of the day so if you want to reply or just have someone to rp with tag me ^-^ }}
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 19:20:52 GMT -5
{You guys are so fancy with your backgrounds and headers and I'm over here looking like a newb. All that coding stuff is just beyond my comprehension lol}
Cedarwind watched as his leader muttered incoherently and wobbled around camp like a madcat. His eyes flicked around the ever-growing crowd and as he realized no one had any major plans to step in, he lifted his body from his perch on a tall rock on the edge of camp, and leapt down. His large paws thudded against the ground as he headed towards his leader. "Brushstar, let's maybe go back to your den. You need to rest." He spoke quietly to the small, disheveled cat, hoping to ease her worry and sooth her. His half tail bumped against her flank as he tried to move the she-cat in the right direction.
Ravenpelt came roaring into camp and skidded to a halt as she almost crashed into Silverhawk, who was sitting at the edge of camp, looking disinterested in the whole ordeal. The small black she-cat had been out in the forest, high above the ground, enjoying the warm air when she heard her leader shrieking some incoherent words. Assuming there was a major problem back at camp, Ravenpelt haphazardly made her way down the large oak she happened to be in, and bolted for her clans home. Having arrived at camp, her minty eyes found her leader in roughly the center of camp, looking as feral as ever. "What happened," She asked, turning her eyes upon Silverhawk for an explanation.
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Post by Brownie on Mar 13, 2017 19:51:25 GMT -5
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The silver tabby tom flinched away from Ravenpelt as she dashed into camp, fearful for a moment that she wouldn't be able to stop in time with her momentum, but then relaxed when the she-cat skidded to a stop hardly a pawstep away. He flicked his tail but for once held in his annoyance. "She was conversing with Moon," he said, "though stars know she's too old to be doing that sort of thing anymore." He tipped his head towards the old leader's shaking form, as if to prove his point. He questioned Bushstar's judgement in inducing the visions. Sure, Moon's warnings could be helpful to the Clan, but for the most part MoonClan and SunClan had been peaceful and with Bushstar's age and how many times she had already taken the berry tincture, there was always the chance that she wouldn't be able to pull out of the madness once the visions wore off. It just wasn't safe anymore. He watched as Cedarwind went to help the leader back to her den. Watched and thought.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Mar 13, 2017 20:26:36 GMT -5
CHAT
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Brushstar & Duskcurl - Clan Camp
Wild eyes rounded from the ground upon the approaching cat, backing up a touch and with a spine bristling, her gaze narrowed in a puzzled squint. It would seem she could not recognize her own warrior. She seemed too far-gone to care, stumbling and mumbling quietly, allowing the other to lead her, shepherd her. It would seem as she once more pitched into her den, her consciousness was regaining slowly. Her dull glare whirled upon Cedarwind, seemingly intent on desperately expressing her message,
" They are coming. You see, don't you? They'll help us! Going to save us- going to bring the Moon and the Sun back to us. If they weren't, Moon would not have told me of their coming! We must prepare- prepare- "
She trailed off with wide eyes and a murmuring maw as Duskcurl waddled in, looking perhaps a tad embarrassed and out of breath with her pudgy figure, panting softly,
" O-Oh, Im so so sorry! I tried to stop her- she's real slippery, you see- "
And the medicine cat herself was getting two old for this. They all were. How desperately she needed an apprentice.
--- Yewberry - Clan Camp" At least she has Cedarwind and Duskcurl with her! " The light comment filtered from the pale, freckled maw and the bright honey eyes, watching the two warriors with a gentle air of finesse. In the frisk of her hips she slid towards them demurely, her gaze cast watchfully over them and over the camp itself. For a moment, she narrowed such eyes to peer into the leader's brambled den, but could see nothing more nor hear anything else. And yet her good spirits seemed still very much intact as she chirped sweetly at the her fellows,
" Hey, how about we go out on patrol? We might find something tasty! " And perhaps what Moon warned them of,
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 21:34:49 GMT -5
Cedarwind twitch his jowls in amusement as the medicine cat approached but his focus quickly returned to his leader and the nonsense that was pouring from her colorful, saliva soaked maw. Instead of calling her a blubbering idiot, or ignoring the rambling she-cat, he dipped his head towards her, piercing eyes watching her every move. "Alright, Brushstar, please rest. You can tell us about it when you are well again," The large tomcat mewed softly at his leader. He then turned to Duskcurl "Did she say anything else before she came outside the den?"
Although Cedarwind didn't have a high rank, he took his position as a warrior very seriously and if there was a possible savior on it's way, he wanted to know about it.
Nodding at Silverhawks comment, Ravenpelt transferred her gaze to Yewberry. The freckled female made talk of a hunting patrol and Ravenpelt immediately sprang up, ready to dash into the forest. She loved being away from camp- there were just way too many cats there for her liking. The forest was so much more peaceful. Quiet. It really made her focus on individual noises and scents and she loved that. "Should we clear it with missingwhisker first," She asked, not wanting to run off if there was going to be a clan meeting about Brushstars vision. |
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Post by Brownie on Mar 14, 2017 14:51:14 GMT -5
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{{ I was going to reply to this last night but then I looked at the time and it was midnight and it was either this or sleep.
I choose sleep. x.x
I still overslept too rip. }}
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Silverhawk left the two she-cats to their talk. It wasn't that he was disinterested, more that he didn't have anything to say. He had been expecting Missingwhisker to be assigning the patrols himself, and doubted the deputy would be against their mismatched hunting party due to the circumstances. Besides, most of the cats were in camp and one hadn't been sent out that day to his knowledge, although he could freely admit most of his day had been spent napping rather than paying attention to who was coming in and out of camp despite being so close to the entrance. He would go, of course, if they had permission. There wasn't really a way to get out of going without any other commitments, and at least it would keep his mind occupied. The day was nice too, that would help. Although he would end up missing out on the gossip after Bushstar's ramblings, but that couldn't be helped. He'd probably hear most of it repeated later that night anyways, so it wasn't too much of a loss. More like a delay. And this way he could mull her words over himself without being tainted with others' opinions and views, which could lead him to more precise conclusion.
He flicked his chocolate tipped tail thoughtfully, looking over the two she-cats to the trees beyond. He would have his time to figure out what exactly Bushstar meant, while also being able to hunt and feed the Clan; his job as a warrior in full. Even if it meant doing something, he wasn't against fulfilling his duties, especially if he could also have solidarity of mind. Yes, this could be a good opportunity.
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Post by Brownie on Mar 16, 2017 16:51:23 GMT -5
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Post by Sand on Mar 16, 2017 18:30:13 GMT -5
[[ true; it's odd o-o'
I've finished my MoonClan cats & am working on my SunClan cats ~ ]]
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Mar 23, 2017 12:15:14 GMT -5
[ Sorry darlings! I've been very busy. Im getting up replies as soon as possible c: ]
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