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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 20:01:26 GMT -5
( That might be my last post for the night. Gotta get off the computer now. c':
This was pretty fun to RP, though! <3 )
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 20:06:48 GMT -5
Shadowfur rolled his eyes as he heard the word echo through the woods. They screwed it up, just as he'd been expecting. Bunching his muscles, he jumped up. He scaled the wall, his claws scraping against the logs as he hauled himself up and over. He slid down the other side, his claws scoring deep marks in the wood. Once his paws touched the ground, he padded back in the direction of the camp entrance. Upon arriving, he sat down, licking a paw and drawing it over his ears. He was waiting for someone to show their face. Mᴏᴏɴ - - Salt |
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 20:25:30 GMT -5
Snakepaw | Camp Stone | Early Morning
Snakepaw's mouth twitched, her face indifferent. "Hm. Well, we can't hunt now; we need to look for Shadowfur." She dashed ahead of him, but her pace wasn't as fast as it was before. She couldn't shake the feeling that she did something wrong in the assignment.
Fox-dung. Great work, Snakepaw, you just messed up the whole freaking order. He had called out the wrong word, and she had probably called a false alarm. Her chest burned with firey anger and she cursed herself for screwing up one simple job.
She had listened to Shadowfur with her attentive ears, but apparently, she took the instructions the wrong way. Awesome.
( Okay, I lied. This is my last post. XD
Night, all! )
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Post by lozi on Sept 5, 2016 4:32:08 GMT -5
Anyone in Camp Fire wanting to RP? Stormpaw needs a ship so he doesn't die a lonely old man  |
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Post by lozi on Sept 5, 2016 9:13:28 GMT -5
How old are these cats salt |
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Post by lozi on Sept 5, 2016 9:13:41 GMT -5
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Salt
Asexual/Aromantic||Rainbow Thread||#AetherSquad||#SodiumProtectors||#CAHSquad||Bracken/Salt please!
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Post by Salt on Sept 5, 2016 9:19:04 GMT -5
"I'm John Laurens in the place to be!" OOC~ Otter is 9 moons. loziRoleplay- "Lafayette!" ~Hamilton |
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Post by lozi on Sept 5, 2016 9:27:47 GMT -5
Does Stormpaw have to be the same age as Otterpaw if they are in Fire Camp? ||
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Post by lozi on Sept 5, 2016 9:34:38 GMT -5
Cool. Can your quote your last post of Otterpaw? ||
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Salt
Asexual/Aromantic||Rainbow Thread||#AetherSquad||#SodiumProtectors||#CAHSquad||Bracken/Salt please!
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Post by Salt on Sept 5, 2016 9:36:37 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 FireOtterpaw 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. "I'm John Laurens in the place to be!" OOC~ Here you go! Roleplay- "Lafayette!" ~Hamilton |
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Post by lozi on Sept 5, 2016 9:56:45 GMT -5
Thanks ||
Stormpaw had only just arrived to the camp, disoriented and confused. He knew nothing about this camp, and would most likely need a tour soon. His eyes swept the camp, particularly catching as a cat appeared to collapse from strenuous drills. He knew he didn't engage in empathetic situations, so rather, he moseyed over to a patch of nettles, and sat down and curled his tail around his paws to survey the camp. If the cat tried to engage in social contact, which she probably would, Stormpaw guessed he would have to willingly oblige.
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Post by lozi on Sept 5, 2016 10:08:31 GMT -5
Stormpaw sighed, not rudely or sadistically, or even regretfully, but kind of longingly, almost nervously. He gently trotted over, determined not to screw up. Carefully, he grabbed her scruff and hauled her to her feet. "What happened?" He muttered quietly. "What were you doing before?"
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 5, 2016 10:34:13 GMT -5
Moonleaf | FRC
Moonleaf tilted her head to the side for a moment. There were only three choices that she could clearly recall off the top of her head: Blue Moon, Sunrise, or Bedlington.
Blue Moon was a popular one, but much too many soldiers were buried there often. Sunrise was a nice place, with the sun shining on all the gravesites, providing a more uplifting atmosphere for funerals. Bedlington was a more honorable place for all cats.
Well, she wanted her loved ones to be happy, at least, when she died. So, there was one logical place for that to occur. "I think...I'd like to be buried at Sunrise Cemetery," she mewed.
Redstorm | Stronghold
Redstorm tapped his paws on the terra firma, his eyes finding foresaid paws. He knew of White Cliff, which was built for specifically for Stronghold cats. But it took a month-long journey just to bury one body, and he didn't want to put his fellow soldiers through such dangerous work.
Then there was Blue Moon, where Berrysting was put to rest. He inwardly cringed at the memory, when he had disrupted the brave warrior's entire funeral with one stupid move. Besides that, however, it seemed like most cats were buried there anyways, so there wouldn't be much room for him.
And finally, Sunrise, which honored a certain valiant Thunder soldier. He heard tales of how beautiful it looked when it painted the graves with bright morning sunlight. The thought made him feel mushy, but it was better than being in an isolated, rainy place.
"Sunrise," he replied with a small shrug, sounding a bit blunt.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 5, 2016 11:37:29 GMT -5
lozi Forgot to mention that you can just jump in and act like your cat has been there the whole time) "Hey!" Flamepelt snarled, stalking over to Stormpaw and Otterpaw. "When we finish exercises, we do so quietly and calmly. We don't make a big scene by flopping over and all that crap, and we most certainly don't talk! Back to the position of attention, both of you!"
Mᴏᴏɴ - - SaltShadowfur continued to sit, wondering to himself how long it would take the apprentices to come back here. He knew their eyes would be shining, as they would think they'd done well. However, he'd quickly prove them wrong.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 5, 2016 11:45:21 GMT -5
Moonleaf | FRCMoonleaf tilted her head to the side for a moment. There were only three choices that she could clearly recall off the top of her head: Blue Moon, Sunrise, or Bedlington.
Blue Moon was a popular one, but much too many soldiers were buried there often. Sunrise was a nice place, with the sun shining on all the gravesites, providing a more uplifting atmosphere for funerals. Bedlington was a more honorable place for all cats.
Well, she wanted her loved ones to be happy, at least, when she died. So, there was one logical place for that to occur. "I think...I'd like to be buried at Sunrise Cemetery," she mewed.
Redstorm | StrongholdRedstorm tapped his paws on the terra firma, his eyes finding foresaid paws. He knew of White Cliff, which was built for specifically for Stronghold cats. But it took a month-long journey just to bury one body, and he didn't want to put his fellow soldiers through such dangerous work.
Then there was Blue Moon, where Berrysting was put to rest. He inwardly cringed at the memory, when he had disrupted the brave warrior's entire funeral with one stupid move. Besides that, however, it seemed like most cats were buried there anyways, so there wouldn't be much room for him.
And finally, Sunrise, which honored a certain valiant Thunder soldier. He heard tales of how beautiful it looked when it painted the graves with bright morning sunlight. The thought made him feel mushy, but it was better than being in an isolated, rainy place.
"Sunrise," he replied with a small shrug, sounding a bit blunt. (omg they chose to be buried at the same place, that's so cute) Sandwing nodded, etching the young private's decision into the stick. Once she was done, her claws sore from all of the carving, she asked, "Do you have a mate or any other kind of significant other?" According to tradition, the Claw was presented first to the significant other of the deceased, if they had one. If not, then it would be instead presented to the parents, if of course they were still alive."
Flamesky calmly and stoically carved the marks signifying Redstorm's choice into the wood. Sunrise was a truly stunning cemetery. The plot of land it sat on was high up, overlooking rolling hills dotted here and there with HRCs. The sun did truly rise on the cemetery, bathing it in a beautiful light in the morning. Flamesky himself had chosen Bedlington, but Sunrise had been a close second. "Any significant other?" |
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Post by lozi on Sept 5, 2016 12:07:02 GMT -5
"Ah. Flamepelt, huh?" This boot camp might be harder than he thought it would be. The young cat let the she-cat rest on his shoulder, feeling the heat off her body. "You're really warm. Maybe you should get checked out?"
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 5, 2016 12:08:54 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." (Funeral songs can be found at the ClawClan Lore Page over in the Clan Planning Pages section of the forum) |
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Asexual/Aromantic||Rainbow Thread||#AetherSquad||#SodiumProtectors||#CAHSquad||Bracken/Salt please!
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Post by Salt on Sept 5, 2016 12:16:11 GMT -5
"I'm John Laurens in the place to be!" OOC~ Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ. Can you post something for Strikethorn's commander? Roleplay- "Lafayette!" ~Hamilton Loonpaw||Camp StoneLoonpaw stalked away, sniffing arounf for Shadowfur. A scent trail crossed his mind. Shadowfur and Snakepaw? Shaking his head, the tuxedo tom continued onwards, checking out areas- until his eyes settled on the black tom. "Beta!"Otterpaw||Camp FireA small groan escaped her jaws, Otterpaw's way of saying 'Yes'. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 5, 2016 12:25:20 GMT -5
Salt Will do in a second) At Stormpaw's reaction of ignoring his orders, Flamepelt shoved his way in between the two cadets. His voice rose to a bloodcurdling screech. "When I tell you to do something, you little piece of crap, you do it! You don't just ignore me; you do what I say, and you give me a 'yes, sir' for it! Now, go over there and do eighty burpees, now!" Turning toward Otterpaw, he asked sharply, "And what the hell is the matter with you? Can't handle a little exercise?" lozi
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 5, 2016 12:28:57 GMT -5
SaltPrivate Lilydance, a she-cat stationed at Post #3 as a part of Leopard Company, approached Strikethorn. The sleek black she-cat focused her sharp green eyes on the tom, never wavering. "I have orders from the higher-ups that we are to replace Sergeants Redwind and Sunclaw at their guard post," she mewed, her tone rather monotone.
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Post by smilii on Sept 5, 2016 12:39:03 GMT -5
smilii Olivenose 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." (Funeral songs can be found at the ClawClan Lore Page over in the Clan Planning Pages section of the forum) (Got it!) Newtspring; TC/U1/S1 Newtspring quietly sat down, unease clear to see in her owlish amber eyes. She thought for a moment, trying to remember the title of one of the songs- she was more inclined to get away from this topic quickly than to think carefully about her choice. She looked at the treetops for some sort of inspiration... but had to look down again quickly, for the sun was too bright to look at. "I suppose I'll have.. erm... If The Sun Comes Up?" she stammered quickly. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 5, 2016 12:42:34 GMT -5
(I can't seem to find the page, so please just pick a random one) Newtspring; TC/U1/S1 Newtspring quietly sat down, unease clear to see in her owlish amber eyes. She thought for a moment, trying to remember the title of one of the songs- she was more inclined to get away from this topic quickly than to think carefully about her choice. She looked at the treetops for some sort of inspiration. "I suppose I'll have.. erm... [song]." she stammered quickly. (http://wcrpforums.com/thread/9054/clawclan-lore-extra-info-page) |
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 5, 2016 12:49:18 GMT -5
Moonleaf | FRC
A noticeable pink flush rose to Moonleaf's cheeks. A..."significant other"? Her eyes found her shuffling paws and she was hit with a big decision. Who would she give her claw to? Either Redstorm, her childhood friend and the first one she said 'I love you' to. Or, Willowstrike, whom she had developed a huge crush on during their months at FRC. God, I can't pick!
Redstorm was one of the best cats whom she had met, but Willowstrike was so kind and cheerful. But she had a feeling that Redstorm would probably pick her for his decision, if he made one. But what if he didn't? What if Willowstrike died before her time? All these questions made her head spin. A long minute passed, but she finally settled on her decision. Hopefully it was a good one. "W...Willowstrike."
She decided to be courteous to the tom she'd spent time with in FR, seeing as it would be a long time before she even saw Redstorm again.
Redstorm | Stronghold
Redstorm's head drooped, but he couldn't hold back the small smile that graced his muzzle. Well...who else other to pick besides Moonleaf? She was such a good friend to him, plus, he confessed their love, even though it had no chance of working out. Might as well send her a token of his admiration for her. "Moonleaf," he muttered, feeling tranquil as her name slipped from his tongue.
Snakepaw | Camp Stone | Early Morning
Breaking away from Loonpaw, Snakepaw followed a familiar scent trail through the woods. The morning was getting a little lighter now, but still not bright enough to see clearly in front of her. Another call echoed through her ears, and she assumed that she was getting close to Shadowfur.
"Beta!" She repeated, knowing that she had already messed up beforehand. But what did it matter; she was prepared to get chewed out anyways. She was so focused on her journey that she almost hit her nose upon a tall wall of stacked logs. Well, this is something. Shadowfur's scent was stronger here, especially the more that she scaled the wall with some effort. He was probably here, but she couldn't be sure. Perhaps he was waiting for the right moment to ambush her.
Grunting, she pushed herself up until her ears were visible from the top. They swiveled around their hinges, searching for any sound of her captain.
( Red x Moon is still my OTP yeee~ )
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