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Post by ｅｋａ on Mar 26, 2017 13:47:19 GMT -5
(( maybe the loner was the one kestrelheart loved?? i could also make a new one that makes a home on the edge of the clan territory and encounters a border patrol ))
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Post by Rushingwolf on Mar 26, 2017 13:48:35 GMT -5
[ If I need to I can make a healer^^
totally did not contemplate making a loner based off my pet irl ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 26, 2017 13:49:51 GMT -5
ohhhh that would certainly be interesting - both of those ideas o:
characters based off of pets are the best
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 26, 2017 13:51:08 GMT -5
Amberstep was going to go with them? Out of all the protectors that could have accompanied the three, Amberstep was joining them. Sagepaw felt her tail quiver with excitement. An elite was going to go with them on their patrol! That meant the three of them could show their skills off to the older she-cat and she could then directly report to Honeyteller about how well the three were. Perhaps they could even be given their full names soon because of this; this was their chance, their opportunity to impress. A soft purr rumbled deep within Sagepaw's throat when she felt Ospreypaw press against her side. She offered a swift glance toward him before immediately looking back to Amberstep. Her purring grew louder when the elite praised the young tom against her side. Ospreypaw needed more of that from older cats. "Look at you," the tabby murmured to her tom friend, "being so smart and impressing an elite." Sagepaw's attention was soon shifted over to Rainpaw, whiskers twitching with amusement when she noticed the other she-cat practically bouncing about. "Of course rain would be fun to you, Rainpaw. At least you aren't Mudpaw, then you'd have to like the mud." Sagepaw snickered at herself before she flicked her tail, excitement brimming in her paws. "Can we go now?" What was the hold up? It was time to get going!
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A mrrrow of amusement came from Honeyteller. She glanced at Mistwatcher with a smile over her muzzle. "It's nice to get wet when it's hot out. I wouldn't mind a little shower today," she mewed with a shrug of her slender shoulders. Today was a pretty mild day. In the shadows it was quite cool, but Honeyteller wouldn't mind feeling some rain fall on her back. Falling quiet for now, Honeyteller padded along after the tomcat. For the omen-teller the pace would become tiring after some time; training to specifically be a leader, the she-cat never had to really get out of camp much and do all the other training bouts other tenderpaws had to do. She had never trained as a protector or a healer, she had trained as an omen-teller. Oftentimes she wondered which rank she would choice to train in. Being a protector and hunting sounded like fun, but learning about herbs and healing... A thought crossed the white and ginger female's mind.
Pressing onward to follow Mistwatcher, Honeyteller took a moment to check for any predators. Nothing. When she was sure all was well in the woods, Honeyteller piped up with a question. "What was it like to train as a healer?" |
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Post by plagυe docтor on Mar 26, 2017 13:58:58 GMT -5
Thank you! c:
Here are some starters if anyone wants to rp :'3
Snakefrost sat near the stream that flowed through camp minding his own buisness, admiring the stalactite that hung from the camps ceiling, and the stalagmite that rose up from the ground. He had always been intrigued by the odd creations, and could only theorize about how they appeared there. But his thoughts were soon interrupted, as the sound of light paw steps distracted him from his thinking. Taking his eyes away from the odd rocks, he saw a familiar face headed towards him; Fogpath. Fogpath and Snakefrost were close as siblings, as they'd handled their hardships by comforting each other. When their parents had died, often something Snakefrost likes to try to forget, they had only had each other. And while Snakefrost had thought before that it was the wrath of The Givers, Fogpath was quick to point out that that was ignorant thinking and in no way was the case. Fogpath relied on Snakefrost for comfort when the loss was fresh, however, as she had been extremely distraught at the sight of their lifeless bodies; Something Snakefrost himself never saw. But when the grief passed and acceptance took over, the two had somewhere along the way become inseperable.
"Snake!" Fogpath called out as she reached closer. "Whatcha thinking about?" She meowed, tilting her head as she sat down next to him.
"Don't call me that, you know I hate it. And I'm not thinking about anything important." He replied, his first sentence more sharp than the second. The result was an eye roll from Fogpath, who gave a small annoyed twitch of her whiskers.
"Don't be such a kit. And that's boring." She mewed with a sigh, taking a small drink from the stream. Snakefrost mocked her and gave her his own eye roll, which then lead to a small bat of the ear from Fogpath before she laid down next to him and rested her head on her paws.
Crowpaw crawled down through the camp entrance, hoping his black fur would keep him concealed. There were cats headed towards the entrance, his green eyes caught, so he hurried up his pace. A few pebbles dug into his paws, but he pushed on. He had gotten up early to go out alone, which wasn't exactly something his mentor would have liked him to do. But, being the restless cat he is, he couldn't help it. He hadn't done much either, so not having any prey in his mouth surely didn't help. But so far, his adventure had been a success. As long as no one heard him coming in, he'd be golden.
Vixenpaw slept in the apprentices den, her tail curled around her body tightly to help keep her warm. She as almost pathetic looking, with her tiny body softly rising and falling. If it weren't for the moss that clung to her body from her bedding, it'd be hard to tell whether she was truly a clan cat or a kittypet. Her dreams were filled of hunting juicy mice and swimming in a river abundant with fish, and a small smile was on her face as soft snores escaped her mouth.
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Post by ｅｋａ on Mar 26, 2017 14:04:44 GMT -5
Ospreypaw made a little dying sound when Sagepaw started purring, looking dead inside after Amberstep complimented him. “It’s really nothing,” he managed to say, not looking at any of them but a little laugh surfacing when Sagepaw talked to Rainpaw. “Rain is okay, but it could spoil some of the prey,” he mewed, looking to the entrance to camp.
“Correct, Ospreypaw,” Amberstep meowed with a mrrow of laughter. “Sagepaw, Rainpaw, calm yourselves. You cannot hunt prey when you are overeager. It requires patience, skill, and timing. Follow me, you three.” Her tail swished as she led the way out of camp, smiling while the three talked and followed her. The tenderpaws certainly were doing well, but they didn’t have the maturity that protectors and healers needed- and definitely not the experience. At least she could help them with that.
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Mistwatcher padded along, sniffing often and correcting their course, eyeing the herbs that grew along the path that they were taking. “It’s not all that hot, Honeyteller, but if you say so.” A smile stayed on his face even as the clouds grew closer and a bittersweet look in his eyes was gained when she mentioned his training as a healer. “Training as a healer….that was an adventure. My mentor, Riverheart, may he rest with the Givers, wasn’t quite like the rest of the healers.” A soft chuckle floated through their area.
“He always would randomly quiz me on herbs- he knew I was forgetful, so he pushed the information into me much deeper than the other tenderpaws. Then there was the fact that he would go out and gather herbs no matter the weather, always at a quick pace- if I had to, I would go through the strongest storm the Clan has seen to gather herbs we needed. It’s also how I got my pace and stamina. He was like a second father to me.”
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Post by ｅｋａ on Mar 26, 2017 14:15:29 GMT -5
Ember | Male | Loner
Dark grey tom with small white splotches on his face and tail, a long scar on his back from a run-in with predators, and amber eyes. He is a traveler from afar, unbelieving in the Givers. He is intelligent, snappish, and defensive, but occasionally kind. Pansexual panromantic.
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Mar 26, 2017 14:23:31 GMT -5
》《
{{ Littlemask and Echobreeze had been sharing tongues by the healer's den in the shade, their pelts so close that they seemes to blend into one another. The two were rather close-----had grown up as tenderpaws themselves together and had been as thick as thieves, even way back then. They'd always had so much fun, even if Littlemask had always been on the jumpy, timid side of things. Littlemask, for one, while he may have been grateful to have a tenderpaw of his own, was just thanking Honeyteller and the Givers that it had been Ospreypaw. Ospreypaw was not only smart, but he was as quiet and respectful as Littlemask was himself. It made interacting with him much less...awkward and difficult.
"Ospreypaw, keep an eye out for any useful herbs, if you would," Littlemask called to the tenderpaw quietly. They were running low on yarrow and it would nice for Ospreypaw to show off what he knew so far. Not that Littlemask doubted him, but well, Littlemask wasn't the best mentor around.
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"Aw, someone's acting very modest," Rainpaw teased Ospreypaw, even if he did look rather blank about being praised by Amberstep. Being praised by an Elite must be amazing, she was sure, but it didn't seem like her friend thought so. "Hey, being named Mudpaw would be better than being named Dirtpaw." It was true, however, that rain could be very bad for catching prey, so Rainpaw didn't hope for much. At least it was better than snow, that was for sure. At Amberstep's words, Rainpaw forced herself to calm down a little. "Yes, Amberstep. I want to catch a whole bunch of prey! And maybe I won't have to clean the elder's den for a couple moons..." That had to be the worst job ever. It was just so boring.
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"And just where do you think you're going, tenderpaw?" Foxstrike called as he approached Crowpaw, his head raises and a glint of amusement in his eyes. He wasn't angry to find Crowpaw up and about when he clearly shouldn't have been, not even in the slightest. Foxstrike was a rather laid-back down and even more laid-back mentor. He pretty much let his own tenderpaw do whatever they wanted, within reason, of course. He'd been on his way to hunt himself and-----well, now that he thought about it... "Come on, tenderpaw. Let's go for a hunt. Then you'll actually have an excuse to come back to camp and perhaps even with some prey to show." }}
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 26, 2017 14:35:31 GMT -5
Sagepaw couldn't help but snicker with amusement at Ospreypaw's little noise. He reacted in such odd ways, but that was what made him unique and pretty cool, at least in Sagepaw's mind. He was so much different than her, so much softer-spoken and shy. Sagepaw herself could never imagine being like that. Oh yeah, and Ospreypaw was smart. Sagepaw blinked in surprise at her friend's words about the rain spoiling prey. Why hadn't she thought of that? Instead of being envious of his remarkable answer, however, she nudged her friend and snickered once more. "Are you sure you're not training to be a protector? At this rate Amberstep will want to train you herself to be one." And speaking of the elite, Sagepaw felt herself grumble faintly at the she-cat's slight reprimand toward her and Rainpaw. "I bet I could catch everything we come across out here..." She mumbled under her breath as she followed Amberstep out of the camp and into the beautiful territory. - - - It was always interesting to hear stories about the mentors of other cats. Honeyteller had been trained under her father, and while that was typically not done in the Clan, her father had seen to it that he, as the omen-teller, train her. What else could a star-kissed cat do besides train under the omen-teller, kin or not? How different would her training have been if Cloudteller had not been her father? He had been a kind and compassionate mentor, but strict when he needed to be. He was very well versed in his ideas on how to train, and Honeyteller enjoyed being a tenderpaw. For the most part. The omen-teller shook away these thoughts on her own training. They weren't needed, she didn't need to think of her father and his methods of training. She needed to pay attention to Mistwatcher right now. "Riverheart sounds like he was an amazing mentor. Very dedicated as well. I can see he managed to pass that down onto you." The she-cat offered a very faint smile as she spoke her words. Honeyteller looked as if she were about to say something more, but she paused, her ears perking forward and her eyes narrowing ever so slightly when falcon pine began to come into view as they continued to walk. |
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Post by plagυe docтor on Mar 26, 2017 14:37:03 GMT -5
Crowpaws eyes widened and ears laid flat when he heard someone call towards him. 'Great!' He thought, daring to take a peek at the protector who found him. When he saw it was Foxstrike, a small sigh of relief followed. If Silvernight had been the one to find him, he was sure he'd be done for. But his voice hadn't been angry in the slightest, nor was Foxstrike the most strict cat in the clan. 'I got super lucky. Next time I'll have to be more careful.' He scolded himself before turning his full attention to the tom. He was about to give some excuse, such as he heard something strange, but before he could, the protector offered to take him hunting. Well that surely turned out better than expected! With an enthusiastic nod, he meowed, "Yes please!" Crowpaw sometimes wished, selfishly, that he'd gotten a more laid-back mentor to fit his personality, but maybe that's the exact reason he didn't; He needed someone to put him in his place. Of course, being the rule-breaker and prankster that Crowpaw is, would never realize that. All the wishing in the world wouldn't give him what he wanted, but it wouldn't stop him from causing trouble anyway.
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Post by ｅｋａ on Mar 26, 2017 14:56:40 GMT -5
Ospreypaw gave a meek nod to Littlemask as they left, following the others closely and flushing when both Rainpaw and Sagepaw complimented him. “It’s really not all that,” he murmured, ignoring Amberstep’s amused snort as they made their way into the territory. “And, um, I’d rather not be a protector. It’s just that spoiled prey might get cats sick. Littlemask told me about that before.” He shuffled his paws before squeaking when Amberstep stopped a while in.
“Even Honeyteller and Icetail can’t catch everything they come across,” Amberstep said softly, looking around and sniffing for prey. “Even Arrowteller couldn’t catch everything. You two do have remarkable hunting skills for tenderpaws, but don’t get too arrogant. That’s how I pounced on prey without checking at first and found myself nearly killed by a bobcat.”
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“I mourned deeply when he passed,” Mistwatcher said softly, but he quieted when they arrived at their destination. “Please keep a lookout for hollow logs and cobwebs. I’m going to see if there are any hidden stores of catnip around here.” He padded around the edge of the clearing, sniffing at various herbs and picking up some that were going low in the camp. A sprinkle of rain fell on his back and he scowled, quickly going to where Honeyteller was picking cobwebs- they were closer to the edge of the territory, so it had a while to get to near the camp, but it seemed short. “Let’s clear out those cobwebs so we can stay in there,” he murmured.
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Ember was finally done creating his den. There was a hollowed out tree trunk that he had made his home in, gathering moss and catching a bird before he finished. He didn’t know that it was GroundClan territory and that he was at the border of it, but he curled up in the new den as rain started to sprinkle. Of course, he had no idea that border patrols were out and about- the traveler just settled in for a wait until the rain was gone and he could go out to hunt for something to have later.
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Post by Fallen Stars on Mar 26, 2017 15:00:08 GMT -5
[[ I thought there was a limited number of slots for healers, whoops. xD I may or may not make one in the future, not really sure since I don't have much experience roleplaying medicine cats and those of the sort.
Here's a reply to one of your starters Rush. Do you think you could make a starter then Shout? ]]
The morning activity of Groundclan was an interesting sight to see. What first started as almost a stillness slowly trickled to the hustle of cats attending to duties. Dark blue eyes watched keenly at the surrounding cave from the outside elder's den. A sigh escaped from the tom. Oh how he missed his life of a protect; however, Graystone was too humble to admit that. He wouldn't want to burden anyone with his troubles much less receive any pity. He did have to admit being an elder had its perks. The large marbled gray tom shifted himself up to a standing position with his back leg hanging limp behind him. He gave a quick stretch and noted how tired his limbs were. I suppose I am getting old. Probably would have been my time soon enough to retire. Oh well, it is what it is. Graystone then made his way towards the prey pile.
On his way he caught sight of the two brothers Soothawk and Nettlemask. His whiskers twitched with amusement as he watched the one bat the other's ear. Judging by their looks, he could tell that Nettlemask was complaining about something again. Graystone grabbed a squirrel and padded over to the two toms. He sat himself down beside them, having to adjust himself with his leg for a moment, and put down his squirrels. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but you two look like you're having fun," The elder chuckled. "What's up?" Who knew what it could be this time. Graystone was merely curious and interested to engage in some gossip this morning. Having not very much else to do as of late, he took the time to chat with others a lot more than he'd use to. It kept him occupied and informed, a win-win situation for him.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 26, 2017 15:01:05 GMT -5
i just added that they're unlimited to clear any confusion later xD
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Post by 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 ☾ on Mar 26, 2017 15:12:36 GMT -5
( i'm currently working on forms but just in case i want to claim my names o3o'
Cobaltshard, Galehoot, Sunspot and Scarlet )
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Post by Sand on Mar 26, 2017 15:16:03 GMT -5
[[ woops, sorry for disappearing last night.
thank you for accepting me!
hm, I'm not sure if I should jump in somewhere or put up starters.. ]]
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 26, 2017 15:18:29 GMT -5
alrighty, fable, take your time :>
no problem, sand ;D
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Mar 26, 2017 15:18:34 GMT -5
》Sure!《
{{ Rainpaw found it rather difficult to believe that a cat as amazing and talented as Amberstep, who was more than worthy of being an Elite, didn't catch everything that came her way. Even while Rainpaw knew it was impossible to not miss any prey at all, it would still be nice to imagine that the Elites never missed a single piece of prey. And spoiled prey wasn't good for anyone. "Yeah. It would be bad if everything we caught got spoiled," she agreed. "Wow! You were almost killed, Amberstep? How'd you get away? Did you fight it?" Rainpaw bombarded Amberstep with questions, clearly excited and intrigued.
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Foxstrike purred out a slight laugh at Crowpaw's excitement and eagerness. Anything to stay out of trouble with his mentor, he supposed. "All right, calm down," he chuckled as he began to walk, keeping low to the ground already. "If your mentor asks, I told you to accompany me. I'd hate for you to be stuck cleaning bedding for the next moon." He'd never liked that punishment as a tenderpaw himself, so he figured Crowpaw wouldn't, either. "So tell me, Crowpaw, where have you never gone hunting before? I might as well teach you something while I'm at it."
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Littlemask let out a little sigh as Ospreypaw disappeared out of sight, Echobreeze standing to leave not long after. Well, he supposed he should go out looking for herbs himself as well. The more they could gather, the better. Rising to his feet, he glanced around before padding gently across the clearing. Gathering herbs and berries had always been one of his favoite tasks, but he'd never much liked going alone. If he were to be completely honest, the forest was...kind of terrifying, even in the middle of the day. He couldn't fight well at all, so if he ran into trouble, he didn't stand much of a chance. It had to be done, though, so he hesitantly set out. His pace was slow and steady, but he would get there soon enough. }}
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Post by Amber on Mar 26, 2017 15:22:01 GMT -5
Scorchpaw | Tom | Protector
Scorchpaw is a black smoke colored tom, with faint stripes zigzagging through his pelt, and amber eyes. Although his fur is short, it doesn't take away from his overall 'bulky' appearance. Scorchpaw is a temperamental young tom, with an attitude that rivals the crankiest of the older cats. He is serious and unforgiving, intolerant of many clan members. He is often silent, and clings to the edges of the camp, away from bustling activity and the chance of an encounter with clan mates. Darkpaw is his litter-mate.
Darkpaw | She-cat | Protector
Darkpaw is a black she-cat with occasional specks of orange littered across her coat. She is lithe and tall, with short fur and amber eyes. Darkpaw is a boisterous and spunky she-cat, unafraid to speak her mind. She is ambitious and determined, intolerant of anything that could prevent her from achieving her goals. Scorchpaw is her litter-mate.
Thornstep | Tom | Protector
A ginger tabby tom, with thick stripes and marbled patches streaking across his pelt. He has green eyes and is tall and lithe for his stature. He is friendly and easygoing, and enjoys the company of others. He is flirtatious and charming, but often dislikes socializing with the younger members of the clan, as their shenanigans and immaturity can often be too much for him.
Leafbriar | She-cat | Protector
Leafbriar is a light brown, with generic tabby markings. She has white paws, a white stomach, and a white nose and chin. She has amber eyes, and is small and lithe. Leafbriar is a sarcastic and witty young she-cat, with a confident and boisterous attitude. A sibling to Darkpaw and Scorchpaw from an older litter.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 26, 2017 15:24:43 GMT -5
That made sense. Littlemask having already told Ospreypaw about prey spoiling in the rain made more sense than Ospreypaw just already randomly knowing about that - then again, Ospreypaw was pretty bright. Sagepaw then had to share her friend's sentiments, just vice versa. "I understand that. I'd rather not be a healer if I had a choice, and luckily I did. I wouldn't have the patience to learn all those herbs and stuff." The pale tabby's nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of being stuck in a den with all sorts of herbs all the time. "I don't see how any healer can do that. I'd rather be out hunting and fighting." Sagepaw's attention was soon drawn away from Ospreypaw when Amberstep piped up. Sagepaw felt her eyes go round with curiosity and even defiance at the she-cat's words. "I bet Icetail can catch everything. He's amazing!" Of course Sagepaw of all cats would defend the white tomcat. Her defiance then faded as the curiosity got the better of her. "What? You? Almost killed? That's like saying Icetail can't catch everything," Sagepaw pointed out with a slight roll of her eyes. Amberstep wouldn't have gotten herself almost killed, that just wasn't like her. - - - Any cat that close to their mentor would mourn profusely when it was time for their mentor to join the Givers. Noting that Mistwatcher had grown quieter after his comment Honeyteller remained silent. For a moment she thought back to a little over a moon ago when her mentor, her father, breathed in his last breath. It had been terrible, the way he was so weak and just ready to give up on his life. He had lived a fulfilling life, at least. And he got to join his already deceased mate in the stars. Those thoughts alone kept Honeyteller from being truly upset about her father's recent passing. Those thoughts left the white and ginger female when her companion spoke up once more. She angled her ears toward him in attention. "Will do," she mewed after a moment of letting his words settle into her mind. Honeyteller padded off a few steps through a small thicket of various bushes and twigs. Luckily she found a decent sized cobweb snugly tethered between two of the bushes. Carefully she wrapped the silky substance around her paw to collect it. Just by glancing over it she felt as if this one cobweb would be useful for more than just one scratch; pride bubbled inside her for just long enough for her to feel truly proud of herself - then a raindrop splattered between her ears. Absorbed with her victory in finding cobweb, Honeyteller hadn't expected the raindrop. She jumped, a small squeak slipping from her maw. Her fur fluffed up just along her spine as her ears flattened out of instinct. The omen-teller took in a deep breath, trying to steady herself as to not worry Mistwatcher. "Mouse-dung," she grumbled. Way to go, making a fool of yourself in front of Mistwatcher. "Good idea," Honeyteller murmured in response to Mistwatcher; hoping the tom didn't notice her little slip up Honeyteller made herself busy with clearing out the hollow in the nearby trunk. |
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Post by Rushingwolf on Mar 26, 2017 15:31:39 GMT -5
[ Sorry for that poof^^ I'll go and right a reply now, Fallen Stars c: ] |
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Post by plagυe docтor on Mar 26, 2017 15:31:39 GMT -5
Crowpaw gave a small smile as they headed out into the territory. He gave a nod at his words. "Yeah, it's not fun." He meowed dryly, thinking back to all the times he'd gotten in trouble with Silvernight. They were plentiful, as he was causing some kind of trouble in the majority of his free time. Despite his pride and 'masculinity', it wasn't hard for him to be grossed out, and cleaning the elders den was something that made him squirm. Flicking his hear to hopefully rid the thoughts from his head, he turned his attention back to the task at paw. "Let's see..." He thought out loud, mind wandering to all the times he's been hunting. He remembered going to the river once, but never actually fishing. "I've never been fishing." He said a few moments later with a small shrug. He wasn't exactly enthusiastic about hunting slimy fish, but he knew he'd have to do it one day or another.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 26, 2017 15:37:55 GMT -5
gonna have to poof for a bit; im about to start working on some more intense homework so i need to pay more attention to that ;w;
i'll be back laterrrr uwu
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Post by Rushingwolf on Mar 26, 2017 15:41:15 GMT -5
Fallen Stars Nettlemask gave a small huff as Soothawk got up to go hunt. "Fine then." He muttered, pawing at the ground dramatically. "Leave me here all alone." The tabby tom rolled over on his back and looked up at his brother, a mischievous yet tempting look in his eyes. He had always succeeded in making Soothawk feel bad. Though he never did it out of spite, of course. He loved to tease the tom and all, but if someone else did? Givers forbid. Nettlemask would turn that cat, or whatever it was, into fresh kill. And he knew Soothawk would do the same for him. Only the one was allowed to mess with the other, no one else.
Seeing Graystone approach, Soothawk dipped his head to the older tom in respect before looking back to Nettlemask. "See." He mused, flicking his ears in joy. "You won't be alone now." He gave a small chuckle and turned back to Graystone. "Hello Graystone. I was just going out for a hunt, and I'll be back shortly. I hope you don't mind my running away..?" He asked, a bit embarrassed to be leaving right when his clanmate walked up.
Nettlemask snorted at Soothawk and sat up. The tom shook out his sleek pelt and nodded in hello to Graystone. "Hey Graystone." He greeted, flicking his ears. "Not much. What about you?"
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Post by ｅｋａ on Mar 26, 2017 15:43:06 GMT -5
(( ember is already taken, amber
i have kestrelheart and ember open if anyone wants to rp ))
Ospreypaw mumbled something a bit too quiet in return to Rainpaw and Sagepaw, preferring to listen to Amberstep as she sat down and gained a bit of a scarily serious look in her eyes. It was something the three tenderpaws couldn’t ignore, how deadly truthful she was as she quietly spoke about her brush with death.
“Not all cats are perfect,” she said softly, claws flexing in a rare show of nervousness as she remembered the incident. “I was a younger protector, nearly ready to get my first tenderpaw. We were on a hunting patrol that went near the mountains, and I strayed from the patrol while I stalked prey. I didn’t register the bobcat scent and as soon as I pounced on the prey, the bobcat got me. It’s how I got the scars on my side,” Amberstep meowed, turning to show them the heavily scarred area. In some places, one couldn’t tell where one scar stopped and where one began.
“I was very close to joining the Givers. Cloudteller had foreseen the event and made an extra patrol head out- they found me nearly being killed by the bobcat and chased it off. I laid in the healer’s den for so long, close to the Giver’s paws. It was moons before I healed enough to take on regular duties, still before you three were born. I was terrified. Just remember that anything can happen, and going out without at least one protector is extremely dangerous. A border patrol yesterday barely avoided a fox and her cubs.”
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Mistwatcher could only laugh when Honeyteller was spooked by a raindrop, clearing out the hollow side-by-side with her and saying no more about the slip up. “The first time I was out in rain as a tenderpaw, I complained and nearly got scolded all the way to the Givers by Riverheart. He told me that a healer had to brave the heat and the cold, storms and high winds, even going all the way up into the mountains. I think he gave me enough inspiration for the rest of my life with that little speech. It doesn’t mean I have to like rain or the heat, though, even if I like the cold and the mountains. It makes me laugh, now, when even a protector or a protector tenderpaw will complain. Makes me remember that time.”
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Post by Sand on Mar 26, 2017 15:44:39 GMT -5
[ I've got Swiftfawn, Palefox, Hickoryblossom & Badgerpaw if you're up for rping, Libra ~ ]]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Mar 26, 2017 15:52:51 GMT -5
[ I have Falconmist and Gingerear open^^ ]
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Post by 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 ☾ on Mar 26, 2017 15:59:21 GMT -5
(( tbh i don't know how Galepaw is going to do as a healer but i figured i'd give it a try c'x ))
Cobaltshard | Tom | Protector
An average sized tom with short, blue-grey fur that coats his body - except for an asymmetrical slash of white on his chest. His eyes are pale green in color and are pretty accurate when it comes to showing his emotions. Cobaltshard is fairly brazen, he always seems sure of himself. He is a thinker when it comes to just about everything, he still enjoys learning even though he is no longer a tenderpaw. Cobaltshard is, for the most part, mellow and laid back. He very much enjoys company and pleasing those around him - even if it means stretching himself thin. He has a bad habit of bottling his negative emotions up until he, inevitably, explodes. Bisexual heteromantic.
Galepaw | Tom | Healer Tenderpaw
Somewhat of a fuzzball, he is mildly stocky. While having a somewhat sleek coat, his fur has a very slight fuzzy appearance to it - much like a bird's downy feathers. Galepaw's pelt is a light silver color with white accents on his paws, chest, neck and muzzle. Grey stripes go up his legs and fade as they go along his flanks; they bleed into thicker blotches on his tail. His eyes are fairly large and are colored faintly yellow. Galepaw is a firey fellow, usually full of energy and ready to go. He can be a little hot headed sometimes and when he should bite he tongue, he seems to forget how. This tom does have a good heart however, and although he may not like admitting his mistakes, after time he eventually breaks down - owning up to them. While he may be overbearing at times, Galepaw's a loyal tom and does his best to be a good friend. Heterosexual heteromantic.
Sunpaw | She-cat | Protector Tenderpaw
Sunpaw is a sandy tabby she-cat with thick brown stripes. She is on the petite side of the body spectrum and her eyes a striking golden color. Sunpaw is the near epitome of a feline dare devil. She's a rough cat and won't take no for an answer. Always eager to get into trouble and prove anyone wrong. This tends to get her into a mess of trouble, she never seems to mind though. Sunpaw is actually a rather passive aggressive cat, despite her destructive behavior. She's usually in good spirits and likes to uplift others when she can. Sometimes she's bad at picking up other cat's emotions - making her seem insincere. Bisexual biromantic.
Scarlet | She-cat | Loner
Her name being that of a physical descriptor, Scarlet is cloaked in a primarily reddish coat with complimentary light brown accents. The edges of her face are particularly highlighted with the red fur. Her pelt is rather coarse and she has sharp features which give her a rather rugged look. The she-cat's eyes have an amber base with a coppery tint. Scarlet's personalty is about as unusual as her wild looks. She's rather aggressive and one wouldn't find it easy to get close with this feline. Scarlet is very untrusting, which naturally makes herself untrustworthy. When she isn't being aggressive she can come off as fearfully shy. All of these negative attributes probably branch off from her lack of self-esteem, however. Heterosexual aromantic.
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Post by ｅｋａ on Mar 26, 2017 16:05:47 GMT -5
(( sandpaper / rushing -- i have a starter for ember already up if you two want to reply to that, maybe with a little border patrol? ))
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Post by Rushingwolf on Mar 26, 2017 16:10:06 GMT -5
[ Sure^^
Do you have a preference for who I use? Gingerear is already at camp and Falconmist is on her way back. Though, I'm kind of leaning toward Falconmist for this x3 ]
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Post by ｅｋａ on Mar 26, 2017 16:13:52 GMT -5
(( i don't mind c: ))
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