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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 12:33:45 GMT -5
Snakepaw | Camp Stone | Early Morning
Inwardly, Snakepaw already had a piqued interest in "invasion drills". Captain Shadowfur was right; no one was safe. One step - one, single step - outside into the wilderness was suicide on its own. Snakepaw was grateful that she had escaped the Shadow League as a young kitten without getting jumped, or murdered, for worse.
Apparently, discerning the "beta" message of danger required quick reflexes, sharp senses, observant eyes, and good hearing. Secretly, she felt slightly...unconfident, for some reason, but a feeling at the back of her head told her that she'd do well.
"Yes, sir," came her shrewd and loud reply. It dawned upon her that her voice was much harder today, as if she was yelling at someone. This confused her for a moment, but she dismissed the thought, instead replaying her commander’s clear edicts in her mind.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 13:18:49 GMT -5
smiliiOlivenose was sitting patiently underneath the shade of a birch tree. Whenever a cat would come up to the grey and white she-cat, she'd calmly and patiently go through the steps of setting up their will and funeral. Whenever a cat would become overcome with fear or sadness regarding the thought of their seemingly imminent death, she'd quietly soothe them like a mother soothing a kit with bad dreams. Eventually, she got to Private Newtspring. Her gaze steady, she mewed, "First, I will have you select a funeral song to be sung at your funeral." Mᴏᴏɴ - -Sandwing was sitting atop a flat boulder that itself was sitting on a pile of rocks. It generally was used as a place for the higher-ups to address their soldiers, but that morning it was being used for the task of making sure every cat had their will and afterlife care desires set up properly. Every time a cat approached her, she'd beckon them up to join her on the rock. She had to admit, doing what she did was depressing. A lot of the young cats she met with looked so scared just thinking about their own funerals. However, it was necessary. If they didn't do it, then they wouldn't get honored. And they needed her to be able to do it. Eventually, she found herself faced with Private Moonleaf. She beckoned the she-cat up to the rock with a flick of her tail.
Fortunately for Redstorm, he happened to be first in the line of cats to see Flamesky. The ginger tom, similarly to the majority of Post #1's cats, was stoic and rather emotionless as he motioned for Redstorm to come and sit by him. Most of the cats he met with ended up dying, so he no longer felt sadness thinking about it. In fact, so many cats died at Post #1 that every quarter moon so many new faces came in he wondered if he were in the same place. "Pick your funeral song," he said rather harshly. (Funeral songs can be found at the ClawClan Lore Page over in the Clan Planning Pages section of the forum)
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 13:24:17 GMT -5
( Mᴏᴏɴ - - When you're done with your DS, just post him or her on the joining page using the same form format as if you were making any other character) |
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Wolfdusk
"Can you move your seat up?" "No."
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Post by Wolfdusk on Sept 4, 2016 13:38:25 GMT -5
Omg this is so awesome! <3)
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 13:47:42 GMT -5
Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ;; ( Okay. I'll post my replies and my form shortly! :'3 )
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 14:32:29 GMT -5
Mᴏᴏɴ - - SaltShadowfur nodded. "Good. Now, the exercise we're about to do will be very confusing to you if you don't pay attention, so listen up. One of you is going to be a scout. You're going to go over and sit on the platform where Old Misery sits. Another one of you will be a second scout- you're going to sit up in that tree over there." He kinked his tail, pointing toward a tree about a dozen tree-lengths away. "The rest of you will spread out around the camp. Once you hear the word 'beta' shouted, you will all race toward the direction of the call. I will pretend to be an enemy cat. I'm going to leave the camp and wait out in the woods for a bit. Eventually, I'll make my appearance. When Scout One sees me, they are going to call out 'beta'. When the second scout hears that, they'll repeat it. As you all know, we here at Camp Stone use 'theta' for our emergency word, so there will be no misunderstandings. Any questions?"
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 14:38:40 GMT -5
Snakepaw | Camp Stone | Early Morning
Repeating the information in her head once more, the black cat nodded quickly. "Sir, no, sir!" Perhaps this wouldn't be as hard as she predicted. All she had to do was keep her ears wide open for the "theta" signal and keep her senses alert at their highest for Shadowfur. Her heart palpitated against her ribcage as an adrenaline rush hit her veins.
Moonleaf | FRC
Finally spotting the older female sitting tall atop a pile of smooth, slated rocks, Moonleaf breathed a small inspire of relief. With agile legs, she hopped from stone to stone before finally reaching the pinnacle that jutted out before her. She puffed out her chest and performed a long salute to Sandwing before hesitantly sitting down in front of the lieutenant with humble, expectant eyes.
Redstorm | Stronghold
Redstorm found his way to Flamesky, who looked just as cold as he. No one quite seemed to be looking forwards to the battle, as they would all eventually end up dying anyways.
Flamesky had just asked him to choose a song for his funeral, if he was going to have one. There were many to pick from, but one stuck in the back of his mind that...spoke to him, he guessed. He'd heard it before, long ago, yet he still could recall the name. "If the Sun Comes Up."
The red tom mulled over the lyrics that he could remember, and he was hit with a wave of sadness. It reminded him vaguely of Moonleaf.
Shutting his eyes and shaking his head, he grumbled as she shook away that vision of her. He couldn't let love, or any distraction, for that matter, cloud his true purpose. Tch! There's no room for nostalgia. It's time to get serious. If I die, I die, and I can't do anything about her.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 14:44:19 GMT -5
SaltShadowfur's eyes snapped over to Loonpaw at the sight of his wordless headshake. Faster than a bolt of lightning, the big black tom was up in the much smaller, much younger cat's face. "What the hell did I tell you to do when I ask you a question, Cadet?" he snarled. "You answer with 'yes, sir' or 'no, sir'! Twenty burpees, now! And I'll up that to fifty if I don't get a 'yes, sir' out of you right now!" (Shadowfur is back)
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 14:47:13 GMT -5
( Haha. XD )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 16:25:16 GMT -5
[ hello uwu
yes i'm already wanting loon x winter kits
fun fact is, on the old forums winter x shadow was quite popular { Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ do you actually want to do this please tell me } ]
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 16:29:41 GMT -5
[ hello uwu
yes i'm already wanting loon x winter kits
fun fact is, on the old forums winter x shadow was quite popular { Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ do you actually want to do this please tell me } ] (Not sure atm. I need to see some of Winter to decide) |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 16:32:47 GMT -5
(If cats could play instruments this would so be played to honor the dead of a battle
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 16:40:22 GMT -5
Mᴏᴏɴ - - Lórien Salt smilii @winterlynx Shadowfur turned away from Loonpaw and back to the rest of his troop. "Snakepaw will be Scout One, and Winterpaw Scout Two. The rest of you are going to pretend to be ordinary soldiers. Go!"
Wolfdusk"Keep it up!" Flamepelt hissed. "No pansies allowed! Everyone must be giving 110%!"
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 16:54:05 GMT -5
Snakepaw | Camp Stone | Early Morning
With a quick nod and a sharp 'yes, sir' to her instructor, Snakepaw raced ahead of the other cadets, her steps as wide and quick as a rabbit's. Her long claws tore up the sandy ground below as she trekked down the river-long path to where the gnarly fallen tree lay out for all to see.
When she finally cleared the mile-long run, her breathing hard and rough, Snakepaw perched herself atop Old Misery, claws cracking into the splintered wood. She then assumed an upright sitting position, her eyes wide open and her eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead. All of her natural senses were alert; sight, smell, hearing. Not a single movement was made, only the rise and fall of her burning chest. Harsh breaths escaped from her semi-open maw, but she was slowly getting them all under her lungs' control. Keep an eye out for Shadowfur. Keep a good eye out.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 17:02:56 GMT -5
Mᴏᴏɴ - -Sandwing returned the salute, then launched right into the process. "First, I need you to pick a funeral song."
Flamesky nodded, etching the information into a stick. The song he had chosen was a popular one, and for good reason. It was very sentimental and heart-wrenching. "Next, I need to know your preferred burial method. You may be buried in a cemetery, sent down the river, or buried in a location outside of a cemetery."
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Salt
Asexual/Aromantic||Rainbow Thread||#AetherSquad||#SodiumProtectors||#CAHSquad||Bracken/Salt please!
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Post by Salt on Sept 4, 2016 17:13:09 GMT -5
"I'm John Laurens in the place to be!"
OOC~
Roleplay-
"Lafayette!"
~Hamilton
Loonpaw||Camp Stone||
Loonpaw finished, hoping to four white paws and quickly speeding off after his fellow cadets. She strolled the forest, then spotted a gnarled tree. Dazed, the tuxedo tom leapt up in it. He was watching for any Cadets or Shadowfur. No. If Shadowfur catches me scouting, I'm dead. Just as quickly as he got up, he got down. His eyes were alert as were each ear and his nose as he listened for the yowl of Snakepaw or Winterpaw.
Otterpaw||Camp Fire
Otterpaw had no clue how many she'd done before she felt drained. The energy spiraled through her as she heard her commanders voice and she did a final five before dropping and recuperating. It had been only thirty seconds before the small cat took of towards where she and her fellow Cadets had begun, she was three-quarters of the way there when her vision began to black. "C'mon, Otterpaw. Fight... T-Thro-" Her lungs burned and she didn't know what happened next. A moment later, the Cadet lay, sprawled out on the ground, gasping for breaths. C'mon. She unsteadily got to four paws and then set to her destination, this time succeeding. After she felt secure of her success, she collapsed, panting and flexing each of her small claws.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 17:15:35 GMT -5
Moonleaf | FRC
"A funeral song..." she repeated. Raising her head to the sky in thought, her ears pricked upwards as a song came to her mind. It was one that she'd heard before, at a funeral for one of her grandparents. Now, what was the name...? Oh, yes. "Wish You Were Here," she decided.
A fleeting glimpse of a red tom flashed in her head, and her shoulders sagged. Did he always have to pop in her mind at the most serious times? Instead of focusing her attention on her memories with Redstorm, she directed her blue eyes back to Sandwing, and then to the long stick before her.
Redstorm | Stronghold
The red tabby tilted his head to one side, looking almost indifferent. If his body was sent down the river, perhaps that would be peaceful, despite the possibility of someone finding it. But it would probably sink before that could even happen. Buried outside of one of the many cemeteries was okay, but he figured it would be...lonely?
Sighing enthusiastically, he declared his decision. "I'd prefer to be buried at a cemetery."
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Salt
Asexual/Aromantic||Rainbow Thread||#AetherSquad||#SodiumProtectors||#CAHSquad||Bracken/Salt please!
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Post by Salt on Sept 4, 2016 17:18:35 GMT -5
"I'm John Laurens in the place to be!" OOC~ Hey! Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ, can you post something for Strikethorn"/ commander? Roleplay- "Lafayette!" ~Hamilton |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 19:20:24 GMT -5
Mᴏᴏɴ - - SaltShadowfur left the camp, heading out into the cool forest. The forest floor was covered in dead leaves, a sign that leaf-fall had arrived. While most cats would groan at the mere thought of the coming leaf-bare, he was ethusiastic. New conditions meant new drills and new exercises, and change was something he was a big fan of. Although he had told the recruits that he was going to come back in via the camp entrance, he really did not plan on doing so. An invasion could begin at any point; the enemy would not inform the invaded prior to the invasion where they planned to come from. Therefore, he would jump the camp wall and come down near Winterpaw. He walked slowly to his destination, working hard to remain silent.
Sandwing nodded, jotting the information down on the stick. "Right, okay. And how would you like to be laid to rest? We offer cemetery burial, out-of-cemetery burial, and then finally you can opt to have your body floated away in a river, eventually to sink to the bottom of Cliff Lake."
Flamesky nodded. The majority of those he'd spoken to over the course of his six months as an afterlife care coordinator had chosen to be buried at a cemetery. It wasn't a big surprise to him; after all, who wouldn't want to be with friends and family? One couldn't do that at the bottom of a lake or alone atop some hill. "Now I need you to select a cemetery." (Cemetery list coming on the lore page shortly)
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Salt
Asexual/Aromantic||Rainbow Thread||#AetherSquad||#SodiumProtectors||#CAHSquad||Bracken/Salt please!
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Post by Salt on Sept 4, 2016 19:27:32 GMT -5
"I'm John Laurens in the place to be!"
OOC~
Lana, are you going to post for Flame?
Loonpaw||Camp Stone
The tuxedo tom sniffed the air, catching a faint whiff pf Shadowfur's scent. Nonsense, probably old. He swore to himself. Quickly, Loonpaw moved. He attempted to be silent and swift but failed, crushing a bunch of leaves in the process. He winced at the loud sound, once again pricking his ears as he listened fro Suadowfur. He scurried up a tree, searching around. No luck. A flash of fur caught his eye. Shadowfur? He peered over the tree more, falling from it and landing in the leaves. He groaned, hauling himself up and after Shadowfur.
Roleplay-
"Lafayette!"
~Hamilton
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 19:35:15 GMT -5
Snakepaw | Camp Stone | Early Morning
A single ear twitched as a crackling noise from the left snapped Snakepaw's head around. That could only be the sound of dead leaves, and she had a feeling that it could be Shadowfur prowling through the undergrowth. Or perhaps one of the other cadets. Still, that didn't stop her from slinking across the log to peer into the dimness of the trees before her.
Then there came another rustle of leaves, fainter this time. Slowly, she oozed out from her post, careful not to go too far from the aforementioned locus. She caught sight of something whizzing past the towering trees in the distance, and felt an urge to run after it. However, disappointed, she decided against the idea, as it could be a possible trap.
However, Shadowfur's instructions rung in the back of her mind, and, just as a safety measure, she called out the emergency word, her loud voice echoing around the area.
"Beta!"
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 19:48:05 GMT -5
Snakepaw | Camp Stone | Early Morning
No sooner had Snakepaw shouted out the signal, a cat fell out in front of her paws. Expecting Shadowfur, she leapt back in surprise, claws unsheathing as she hissed with ferocity. But she immediately relaxed as she recognized the black-and-white pelt of Loonpaw. Her eyes wrinkled in confusion and anger, and she was just about to respond to his greeting with a harsh retort when he suddenly bounded back into the trees.
Why didn't he repeat the signal? That was odd. Backing away slowly to her post, she poised herself on Old Misery once more, trying to get over her initial shock.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 19:49:23 GMT -5
(Wrong word Moon lol)
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 19:52:38 GMT -5
( Oops, just edited it! Wasn't sure which one, haha. .3.' )
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 19:59:52 GMT -5
Snakepaw | Camp Stone | Early Morning
Snakepaw lifted her ear to the air as Loonpaw's call broke the silent air. Perfect.
Her claws ripped up tiny splinters she she leaped off of her post and raced towards the area where she had heard Loonpaw. It took a bit of scent-tracking, and squinting in the dim morning light, but he eventually spotted the tom's gray-tipped tail. Huffing, she bounded over beside him, her head tilted to the side as she eyed him creeping towards something. "What were you stalking?" She questioned, voice hoarse.
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