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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2021 23:42:11 GMT -5
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 21, 2021 0:18:57 GMT -5
Abe<3
Turquoisegem shook her head. "I knew something was up," she said back to Tigerlash in a tired voice, as if all the chaos and electricity in the camp had drained her of her energy. "Racooncoat seemed so uncomfortable when I congratulated him on the kits... I just knew something was wrong- you know? And no tom had directly claimed them... I thought maybe a rogue or kitty-pet had sired them. There have been a lot of new two-leg families in the neighborhood and we've seen a lot of new cats." She flicked an ear. "But maybe it's what's best, Tigerlash... with how Paintedstar suffocates his children, it's no wonder she was driven away. We've lost a good Warrior though... the clan will suffer from the loss surely... but hey, at least the nursery is filled with plenty of kittens! And with the Bonds in place, surely we'll be catching up soon?... There has to be a break somewhere, I just know it..." ~ "Better than I thought they would," Snowphoenix told the old tom cat with a flick of her whiskers. "I thought at first some of them would faint out of their fur at just the mere concept of it... but the leaders of Cloudclan stood firm and asked them to understand. The cats who live in the Valley now have never known struggle as we do. Seasons upon seasons, the mountain oasis provides for them. There is food and water and shelter. New litters are born every moon and their camp doesn't struggle at all to maintain the rising numbers. Shadowstar begged them to imagine a life without all of that, and if they would hope and pray the other clans would help... they understood more-so then. Yes, many still aren't happy, for these kits will be intentionally half-clan... but it also gives Cloudclan a security blanket. Inkclan can never wage war on them... we owe them our lives and the right to see their kin. It's put us at a huge, huge mercy from them..." the crimson-Inked she-cat shook her head. "I just hope Paintedstar's temper doesn't make it a truce that's hard to keep..." --- Ken(:
"Hey," the soft, warm purr came from a handsome young Warrior. He was a Royal Inker, with pointed ears, an exotic face, short fur, long limbs, and lithe muscle. His pelt was a pale gray base color but his patterns were in dark gray, black, and white Inking. The tom had a layered face, with all of the colors of his pelt marking his face in a 'mask'. He was far more Inking and color marbling than he was his base color- something that nodded toward his lineage. His eyes, of which the irises were a rich, dark blue- were kind and almost concerned as he came to Ravenfeather's side and sat beside her, curling his long tail around his paws. This was none other than Paintedstar's own son- Rubblefall. "I wanted to come check on you... I'm sure you're missing your sister pretty bad, huh?... I miss my brother too... He's my twin. And we've never been apart for more than a few hours so to have him so far away... kind of rubs me the wrong way, you know?..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2021 3:37:33 GMT -5
@chris!
Ravenfeather perked her ears, her chin pointed upward ever so slightly to that familiar voice beckoning her. Lime hues landed upon the Tom in question; Rubblefall. The She-cat remained still where she sat, her expression remaining as stoic as ever. “Hey,” She greeted in return, her voice small but smooth.
Even though those stoic eyes wouldn’t show it, there was gratitude hiding behind lime pools that he’d gone out of his way to check on her wellbeing. Such a small gesture, it barely filled the void that Zinnialea left, but remarkably it softened the blow. Ravenfeather flicked her tail contently, her sights set onward. “Yeah, just makes everything feel out of place. Hard to sleep knowing you won’t wake up to a familiar face.”
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 21, 2021 13:18:42 GMT -5
"It's weird... being without someone you've been with so long. I... just wanted to come check on you," the gray toned tom commented a bit awkwardly as he licked down his chest fur to try and combat his nerves. "Do you want to go for a walk with me perhaps? Get out of camp and maybe get our minds off of the pressing matters. We could go down to Gerald's barn and see how Mercy's kits are doing?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2021 14:31:30 GMT -5
@chris
She would shrug those scruffy black shoulders, exhaling a soft sigh. To be honest, to Ravenfeather, it was more than weird; It felt wrong. Like she was one half without the other, merely incomplete. She’d always been so close to Zinni, so used to having her presence within paws reach. Her sister’s absence disrupted her entire routine, and quite honestly there was no surprise there. Every morning she woke just to see her, even the smallest of interactions could bubble forth the most genuine of laughs or smiles playing upon her maw.
“Yes.” The she-cat agreed after a long thoughtful silence, lifting her weight up by her haunches to stand. “I could really use that right about now.” She stated in a bland, matter-of fact tone. “Might as well get used to little faces while she’s away after all.”
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Post by cowbird on Aug 1, 2021 20:16:43 GMT -5
Chris
Tigerlash cast a sidelong glance at the usually chipper warrior and felt a stab of slight guilt, when he remembered this was more than Clan news but highly annoying drama being displayed out for everyone to see. Tigerlash suddenly felt glad he had no connecting family in the Clan- he couldn't imagine how he would deal with his business being the main topic of the clab for days end. The larger dark brown tabby pressed his firm flank against hers comfortingly as he searched for less inflammatory words. “Maybe you’re right,” he mewed at least, fighting to keep his voice neutral. “All we can do is look to StarClan and pray this continues to be their will.” He was talking more than just the Bonds though and with a small flicker of unease, wondered if Turquoisegem understood that as well. …
“Hmmph- sad thing when your own leaders actions become a threat to the well-being of the clan itself,” the elder rumbled, a slow, blinking glance towards the ledge where the crazed tom had been sitting. “You think wisely, young one,” he continued, nodding his head at Snowphoneix. “Paintedstar- and anyone would think twice about causing animosity among the two clans now.”
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Post by cowbird on Aug 5, 2021 12:06:19 GMT -5
Benny- white tom with large, dark brown tabby splotches and yellow eyes. There isn’t much to say about this tom- he’s just a simple, well to do little guy. Born and raised on a nearby farm, Benny chose to be a wild cat, exploring the wide world, trying new things and making all types of friends along the way. He had already been around his world and back when he met the most dazzling ball of fur who called herself Smallpaw- eventually Smallpoppy. He was never enraptured in her Clan life, but slowly he found himself coming around the outskirts of the Manor more often then he intended snd with every visit his feelings for the quirky and talkative little warrior grew more and more. They would go on to become mates, and with his visits Smallpoppy found someone she could confide in and find comfort from her troubled clan while Benny got to take a break from his wild adventures and step back from life a bit. Even now, as Smallpoppy’s beauty has faded a bit and Benny’s sense of exploration has diminished with age, they remain in love Ass if ignored were that very first day. Benny is a warm, easy going guy who likes to be free and do thing so at his own place. As long as no one bothers him, then he’s good to go and will only out in as much interaction as you do. || Loner. || Secret long time mate of InkClan’s oldest queen Smallpoppy and father of their four daughters: Havenlight, Turquoisegem, Myrtlefrost and Cranberrysplash.|| cowbird ||
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2021 21:10:19 GMT -5
Benny- white tom with large, dark brown tabby splotches and yellow eyes. There isn’t much to say about this tom- he’s just a simple, well to do little guy. Born and raised on a nearby farm, Benny chose to be a wild cat, exploring the wide world, trying new things and making all types of friends along the way. He had already been around his world and back when he met the most dazzling ball of fur who called herself Smallpaw- eventually Smallpoppy. He was never enraptured in her Clan life, but slowly he found himself coming around the outskirts of the Manor more often then he intended snd with every visit his feelings for the quirky and talkative little warrior grew more and more. They would go on to become mates, and with his visits Smallpoppy found someone she could confide in and find comfort from her troubled clan while Benny got to take a break from his wild adventures and step back from life a bit. Even now, as Smallpoppy’s beauty has faded a bit and Benny’s sense of exploration has diminished with age, they remain in love Ass if ignored were that very first day. Benny is a warm, easy going guy who likes to be free and do thing so at his own place. As long as no one bothers him, then he’s good to go and will only out in as much interaction as you do. || Loner. || Secret long time mate of InkClan’s oldest queen Smallpoppy and father of their four daughters: Havenlight, Turquoisegem, Myrtlefrost and Cranberrysplash.|| cowbird || Benny sounds so precious 🥺
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Post by Goldenstar on Aug 25, 2021 0:48:25 GMT -5
Ken(:
"Great! Let's head out then!" As the two exited camp, Rubblefall seemed to lighten a bit. In the trees, the birds didn't know of the Inkers who were missing their kin, their family, or their friends. They just kept singing their songs of robin, whippoorwill, and finch, and something about the trilling notes seemed to cause a skip in the tom's step. "I'm really excited to see Mercy's kits. When I saw her on the patrol a few weeks back, she was as big as the Warrior's Den it seems! The poor thing must have been miserable." He was quiet for a moment. "I wonder what it's like to be a barn-cat like that. No rules really- just your company and the mice in the hay. I'm sure that's at least a comfort- to always have a warm place to lay and some food. But I'd get lonely, I'd think... and the lack of structure would make me nauseous. Unlike my brother, I need a routine." --- Abe Catching the unease in Tigerlash's voice, Turquoisegem gave a small nod that she understood. "Not all things are the will of Starclan," she said carefully after a few moments of silence. "Some things are left in our paws... no matter how much they shake." She flicked an ear and pushed to her paws. "Up for a patrol? I figure we could check the lower southern boarders... see if there's any action with the horses by the fence." ~ "We'll see... but between you and I," Snowphoenix cast an uneasy look around, making sure no one could hear her. "I think Inkclan's biggest struggles come from within. Paintedstar grows more aggressive and untrusting by the day. If he doesn't steady himself soon, the clan will revolt against him. Our Deputy is in Cloudclan with hopes of coming home with halfclan kits in her belly. Joystar has been poised to lead on her own for moons... soon her youngest litter will be made apprentices and she'll be back to her prime. I don't see Paintedstar lasting the winter as our leader. And it has nothing to do with threats from the outside. The tension in this camp is as thick as doe hide and I feel it crackle every time Paintedstar opens his mouth. There are secrets in every corner of the manor now and it's only a matter of time... nothing can stayed buried forever if you don't dig the grave deep enough."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2021 11:07:43 GMT -5
Chris c:
Ravenfeather followed with light steps, those iconic lime hues dragging their gaze across the ground as they exited camp. Longing still plastered upon her fluffy face. Even with Rubblefall beside her, the shecat still found herself being torn into her thoughts, every step upon the earth floor sent wave upon wave of despondency. What was her sister doing now? What would she say if she were right here walking with them both? How different would every second be? White whiskers twitched anxiously at the thought of returning to camp without Zinnialea there, it left her chest feeling immensely tight.
Even the sweet melodies of the birds far above there heads went unheard by mute hears flattened back; Their chirps cutting through the air so smoothly with every pitched note. By what felt like an ironic miracle, Rubblefall's words had caught her attention. Her neck would crane up, green optics squinting in her attempts to stifle the chuckle that threatened to bubble forth. ❝ 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 big? Sounds like she's having an entire clan rather a litter. ❞ The borders gave way and that chuckle came bubbling forth ten fold, one seemingly held back yet craved for days.
❝ I'd rather starve than live alone in a barn, no amount of mice is worse than not being able to sleep without someone's foot in your side. ❞ Ravenfeather slowed in her steps. ❝ Must be different for Mercy though, especially now with the kits on the way. ❞
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Post by Goldenstar on Aug 31, 2021 22:40:12 GMT -5
(Hi!)
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Post by Goldenstar on Aug 31, 2021 23:30:09 GMT -5
Ken
"Did I hear my name?" above them, lounging on a wooden fence post, there was a beautiful ginger and crimson she-cat, her pelt lit afire in the rays of sun. Her tail was thick and full and hung down on the fence, swaying back and forth as she basked in the sun. Her eyes were a pretty teal color, a soft sea-like hue and they were staring down affectionately at the two clan cats. "Come to see the little ones have you? You look well Rubblefall!" "Oh, hush it, you," he purred, swishing his tail. "You're far from the barn. Who's watching the little ones?" "Denver!" "Oh, he's back from the vet? How are his lungs?" "Much better, much better. Thank stars, I was so worried he'd never get to meet his kits..." she poised herself and leaped down from the post, landing just in front of Ravenfeather and her companion. She nuzzled Rubblefall gently then brushed her cheek against the other Warrior's face. "Hello, Raven! I haven't seen you in a while. Come along now, both of you. They ate before I left so they should be full of energy. I've told them a lot about you Warriors, of course. They'll be excited to finally meet a few!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2021 2:32:42 GMT -5
Chris C:
Ravenfeather perked her head up, ears twitching at the familiar voice as gentle lime hues caught sight of the lovely ginger she-cat. She found her steps slowing to a halt, her thick tail waving upward.
Albeit her silence, There's a gentleness to her face as she watched the two catch up, and frankly, silently thankful that Denver had returned safe and well.
Happily, the she-cat returned Mercy's affection, the corners her maw turned upward into a smile. "I'm glad he's doing well, I hope you're doing okay too." Raven admitted, her tail flickering lightly in suit.
Those green hues lit with amusement. "Think they'd like playing warriors and Fox's even more?" She asked turning her head to Rubblefall.
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Post by Goldenstar on Sept 1, 2021 3:18:05 GMT -5
Rubblefall let out an amused purr and shrugged his shoulders at Ravenfeather's question.
"I'm good. Just tired," Mercy admitted to Raven as they padded along, heading further away from the Manor and closer to the barn where Mercy and the rest of the barn cats made their home. "I wasn't ready for all the energy, that's for sure. But they've been a blessing. The farmer is quite happy with them as a crew- they're catching mice for him already. I just... hope he lets them all stay. Humans usually take away kits after a certain age."
"Really?" Rubblefall seemed disturbed by that. "Why would they do that?"
"I don't know really. Too many mouths to feed. They give them away to other humans and then they catch mice or play company for them. I'm not sure why humans do what they do. They never give away their children," she said thoughtfully as they began to pad along the gravel road that lead to Gerald's barn. Even a few yards away from the open door, Rubblefall could hear the chatter of a cluster of kittens. Laughing, playing, and Denver's shaky voice as he told one of them to stop clawing at another.
"How many kits did you end up having, Mercy?"
"Hm?" She perked her ears then yawned. "Oh, great stars... I had six. One of them died though..." she shook her head. "With Denver away when they were born, I thought I'd die from the grief... the other five are perfectly healthy though." She stopped by the door and peered over her shoulder, her teal eyes thoughtful as she slipped inside the barn. "Come in, then. Come meet my rowdy lot."
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Post by Goldenstar on Sept 1, 2021 3:29:05 GMT -5
~Ruby(Rubypaw/Rubypool)- level-headed and thoughtful, Ruby is often regarded as the most mature of her litter- even above her sister and best friend- Sootsprite. She has inherited a comfortable fair blend of both her mother and father when it comes to her appearance. She is a long-legged, streamlined she-cat with sleek, silky fur. She has a long, feathery tail and large ears. Ruby's pelt is a base color of white but she has large black tabby patches and black flecks across her body, as well as speckles on her feet and face. The tip of her tail is white and her face is mostly the same color. Black fur creeps up from the inside of her left eye up her head and the right side of her face across her eye is a deep maroon color- the same tabby patching across her hind left flank as well as her hind right paw. Her nose is black and so are her lips but her ears and paw-pads are a deep ruby color. She has bright blue eyes with a pinkish gloss to them and long black whiskers. There is a patch of fur between her ears and at the base of her tail on her butt that never has- and never will lie flat. Rubypool is not one to lose her temper and is generally very cautious of what she says in high stress situations. She is very calculative like her sister but isn't quite as stiff. Ruby is quite grateful for her life in the Manor but she does have a wild sense of adventure that may lead her other places. If she's brave enough to venture. || Sister to Sootsprite, Vixenflash, Tigerswirl, and Cherrystep. Kit of Mercy and Needlethorn(formerly Denver). || Pansexual. || Warrior if Inkclan. Formerly a barn-cat. || Goldenstar. ||
~Soot(Sootpaw/Sootsprite)- an intelligent and independent individual, Sootsprite takes the most after her father in looks and temperament. She is a visually striking she-cat with thick, silky fur. Her pelt is mostly black but she has a white sock on her left front leg and white flecks across her face. 'Soot' also has peculiar, rich violet eyes, tufted ears, and a very short, bobbed tail that is barely visible. She is extremely calculative and measured and thinks rationally and deeply before she makes any decision. Will it effect herself? Her family? Her clan? Is it breaking the Warrior Code? Is whatever she's doing worth it? If the odds don't even out- chances are that Sootsprite won't take part in it. Sootsprite is very close to her litter-mates, her mother, and her father and she always cherishes the moments when she and her kin can visit Mercy at Gerald's Barn. Even though she does miss her mother, there is nothing that could take away the pride she feels from being a Warrior of Inkclan. || Sister to Rubypool, Vixenflash, Tigerswirl, and Cherrystep. Kit of Mercy and Needlethorn(formerly Denver). || Heterosexual. || Warrior of Inkclan. Formerly a barn-cat. || Goldenstar. ||
~Vixen(Vixenpaw/Vixenflash)- the most reckless of her litter, Vixenflash, or just 'Vixie' is a very energetic and spirited young cat. She is known for her bubbly personality and gentle nature and is often found around the kits, Queens, and Elders. Vixenflash was a favorite as an apprentice for her positive attitude and desire to help in even the most unsavory of chores (like cleaning out the Elder's Den or checking them for ticks). She is very patient and extremely gentle. As for her looks, Vixenflash may take the most after her mother. She has thick, full fur- like her father- and her pelt is various shades of dark ginger and orange. The base of her coat is a deep, creamy dark orange but she has unique cinnamon like markings on her shoulders and flanks. Her chest, throat, and face are all this deep color but her ears and mouth are a richer, brownish-maroon that match her legs. She has three dots under each eye and her cheeks are orange. Both her front legs and her hind right leg are socked in the brownish color but on her left hind leg, it's only her toes. She has a thick, fluffy tail with cream undershading and her eyes are a gorgeous olive-honey hue. Vixenflash has tufted ears and a pelt so thick she has to constantly clean it to maintain it. She is known to be a little gullible so her sisters keep an eye on her... just to make sure she's safe and her heart doesn't get broken. || Sister to Rubypool, Sootsprite, Tigerswirl, and Cherrystep. Kit of Mercy and Needlethorn(formerly Denver). || Bisexual. Polyamorous. || Warrior of Inkclan. Formerly a barn cat. || Goldenstar. ||
~Swirl(Tigerpaw/Tigerswirl)- a touch on the timid side, Tigerswirl is the odd-ball of her litter in every-way. She isn't stern or calculative like Sootsprite or Rubypool, or reckless and loud like Vixenflash or Cherrystep. She is just... well... a little off. Tigerswirl takes after her maternal grandmother with her body build, which is short, stocky, and thick. She has powerful hind legs and a long, thick tail which is actually pretty dang strong itself. Her fur is thick but isn't long, spare for her cheeks, chest, and that mop of bangs between her ears. The shag right there is so haywire that the strands usually fall down in her eyes. Her pelt is a base of rich cream but her tail, hind legs, and hind haunches are covered in a burnt orange marbled pattern. This coloration carries a bit to her front fore shoulder blades and across her ears and left cheek. Her front legs are swatched in a deep, earthy umber color and it is also splashed over the left side of her face. Her eyes are a stunning dark teal, like her mother, but her hues are more green than blue. Tigerswirl is proudly gentle and meek and struggled as an apprentice because she feared so much to hurt another cat. The only time you'll see her temper if you have insulted or endangered her family. Then, and only then, will you realize how sharp her claws can be. || Sister to Rubypool, Sootsprite, Vixenflash, and Cherrystep. Kit of Mercy and Needlethorn (formerly Denver). || Lesbian. || Warrior of Inkclan. Formerly a barn cat. || Goldenstar. ||
~Cherry(Cherrypaw/Cherrystep)- now this one is *w i l d*. Ever since she was born, Cherrystep has been talking. Talking. And talking. She loves to talk about leaves and breezes and flowers and sunsets and types of prey and kinds of herbs and just about anything that there is to talk about- she wants to talk about. Cherrystep is a chipper and uppity thing but she unfortunately... isn't too bright. But it is made up for by her bravery and sense of adventure. She is known for a couple of things besides her mouth and one of those is well... her speed. Cherrystep always showed great promise in her agility, from the first day she started apprentice training. She is the tallest of her litter, even more so than Ruby or Soot. This girl is literally 90% legs. She even has long, agile toes and a long, squirrel-like tail that she says helps her keep her balance when she hunts. She has sleek, thick fur though her tail, chest, and head-top are fluffy. She has tufted ears like her father. Cherrystep is an unusual looking she-cat, what with her slender, almost-sickly looking build and her big, round, honey-amber eyes. But it's her pet color that is truly striking. She has dark, creamy red socks on all four of her legs, her under-tail, and on the tips of her ears. The rest of her body is a smooth, rich... well, cherry red. She is a proud hunter but isn't the best fighter. The only thing that can bring this pretty, sweet, energetic girl down is, well... she is very, very prone to twisting her ankles. She even broke her hind left paw during her apprenticeship and even now the Medicine Cats worry that Cherrystep's recklessness with her body will end in early retirement. || Sister to Rubypool, Sootsprite, Vixenflash, and Tigerswirl. Kit of Mercy and Needlethorn (formerly Denver). || Polyamorous. No sexual preference beyond that. || Warrior of Inkclan. Formerly a barn cat. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2021 1:31:23 GMT -5
She follows with light steps, discomfort suddenly nestled its way into her chest. She couldn't recall the last time she'd actually interacted with a kit, aside from her own kithood. Such big personalities resided in such tiny, tiny bodies, which only boggled Raven more than anything; The world's cutest mystery.
❝ What? ❞ Lime optics widen in horror, those pale whiskers twitching uncomfortably. ❝ That's horrible! Kits aren't even 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘴 to just give and take.❞ There's a bitterness souring away at her voice as she spoke, seemingly offended by this new information. How could humans just split family up like that? A mother from her kits, siblings from their home, Ravenfeather could feel her skin burning beneath her fur just at the mere thought of it.
A sigh escaped her maw, that dark head hanging downward as she dragged herself along behind Mercy and Rubblefall, letting the nearing sounds of playing kits relax her tense state.
Yet, no sooner did the she-cat perk her gaze upward, sorrow lost within green hues. ❝ I'm sorry to hear that, Mercy. ❞ She began, swallowing hard as she came to a stop, Mentally staggering to find any meaningful words of comfort.
Anxiously Raven peered her head round to get a peak inside, blinking awkwardly in suit. ❝ You sure they're not biters? ❞ She joked, the smallest hint of a giggle coating her voice. Padding forward, the young warrior shot the ginger Queen a dubious glance, nerves shot as she slowly inched forward. Ironic, isn't it? That the approval of tiny little creatures had her so anxious.
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Post by Goldenstar on Sept 2, 2021 3:01:36 GMT -5
(Wow I didn't see that you replied Ken. I suck.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Sept 2, 2021 3:10:59 GMT -5
"Oh, Ravenfeather. You humor me. Of course they're biters!"
"Momma's back!" came the first squeal.
"And she brought friends!"
Tiny paws pattered against the wooden floor and a small herd of five balls of energetic fluff came sprinting over to Mercy. She welcomed them lovingly, embracing two kits with open arms. She laughed and nuzzled them- one a dark maroon and white and the other a fluffy ginger much like herself. Much slower to welcome was a mostly black she-kit with bright violet eyes. Walking alongside a rugged black and white tom, there were two final kits- a brilliantly patterned cream molly with orange swirls and umber patterning and a burgundy and creamy red colored she-cat. So many sets of eyes stared at the two Warriors with awe and wonder.
"They're huge!"
"Cherry!" the black and white tom scolded the maroon and creamy red she-kit, her honey-eyes wide. "That's very rude. That's no way to speak to Warriors of Inkclan."
"Wow- real Warriors!" piped up the fluffy orange and red she-cat who was in Mercy's grasp. She began to wriggle, trying to break free to see the newcomers. "Hi! I'm Vixen! Hello! Hi!"
"Vixen is my little spirit," Mercy purred, setting the two kits down. "Denver, this is Ravenfeather. I don't think you've met before."
"The pleasure is mine. Good to see you," the rugged tom greeted with more warmth than his face held. "Welcome to the barn. We just hunted mice and the kits did quite well- if you're hungry."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2021 12:18:19 GMT -5
(No worries at all!! You tyt with replying! Also speaking of Ima reply later after I get some sleep ! <3 )
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Post by Goldenstar on Sept 3, 2021 0:09:18 GMT -5
(I really can't wait to develop the kits. <3 I really love their characters. Ken, I used one of the adopts I bought from you as the base for Vixenflash.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2021 1:45:31 GMT -5
(I really can't wait to develop the kits. <3 I really love their characters. Ken, I used one of the adopts I bought from you as the base for Vixenflash. (GASP rEALLY?!!! I remember that one ! <3 😭😭❤️ From my first adopt batch too )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2021 2:28:33 GMT -5
Chris Raven couldn't help but laugh at the tiny she-kit, those lime hues squinted humorously. ❝ Well, in her defense she's not wrong. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 else is huge when you still have room to grow. ❞ With that giggling fading, she sat back on her haunches. ❝ Hello, ❞ Ravenfeather beamed down at the red kit, drinking in every bit of excitement that radiated from Vixen. ❝ I'm Ravenfeather. ❞ She said after a short pause, the faintest of smiles perking upon her previous poker face. ❝ Little spirit? I'd say she's got at least 12. ❞ The black and ginger she-cat exclaimed happily, finding the young kit's enthusiasm refreshing in Zinni's absence. With a twitch of her nose, she turned her gaze to Denver, her face gentle as she offered him a tiny nod. ❝ It's great to finally put a face to the name, ❞ Raven mewed politely. Gentle optics widen slightly, taking the time to scan the scene, getting a good look at each of Mercy and Denver's young. ❝ Hunting already?! ❞ That partially ginger tail flails upward optimistically. ❝ Geez you guys really 𝙙𝙞𝙙 go and have your own Clan! ❞
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2021 9:55:59 GMT -5
Name: Nightshade | Description: A black tom with deep reddish brown geode shaped markings on either sides of his flank, his face, one ear and tail. Blessed with reddish eyes and a thick fluffy pelt. His tail is unusually small; not quite full length nor a bobtail. He actually happens to be dainty in size for a warrior(Which he often loathes). This warrior is full of life; Sassy, devoted, sarcastic, flirtatious, stubborn, foolhardy, loyal, headstrong, since kithood Nightshade has been a pawful to handle without a doubt. || Family information; Older sibling Dawn tail, 2 other Brothers. No Mate, No kits currently(Open though) || || Pansexual, Tom. || Warrior. || CTB:n00ney || Spidercraze || CAG||
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Post by cowbird on Sept 3, 2021 12:01:29 GMT -5
Chris
The dark brown tabby opened his mouth to speak, but seeing the clear dismissal of the conversation, the warrior clamped his jaws shut, embarrassment flooding him. “Uh, y-yeah. You right,” he stuttered, giving his chest a few self-conscious licks as he shifted away from his smaller clanmate. As they padded off, the vague but familiar sense of adventure and duty grew in him and Tigerlash soon found himself galloping through the tall grass. “I havent seen the horses in forever!” … Back at camp, Snowphoenix and Tanglereed were huddled together, heads bent low as they kept on whispering and shooting rabbit-swift looks at Paintedstar’s den.
However, when the warrior mentioned Paintedstar upcoming doom, the old cat pulled back and gasped, his voice catching in his throat and sending him into a coughing fit for a moment. “Revolt? Surely you dont really believe that? Yes he is off his hinges but never in my time has a leader been challenged to leave their post, now…”
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Post by Goldenstar on Sept 4, 2021 17:35:16 GMT -5
Name: Nightshade | Description: A black tom with deep reddish brown geode shaped markings on either sides of his flank, his face, one ear and tail. Blessed with reddish eyes and a thick fluffy pelt. His tail is unusually small; not quite full length nor a bobtail. He actually happens to be dainty in size for a warrior(Which he often loathes). This warrior is full of life; Sassy, devoted, sarcastic, flirtatious, stubborn, foolhardy, loyal, headstrong, since kithood Nightshade has been a pawful to handle without a doubt. || Family information; Older sibling Dawn tail, 2 other Brothers. No Mate, No kits currently(Open though) || || Pansexual, Tom. || Warrior. || CTB:n00ney || Spidercraze || CAG|| OOOOOOH I LOVE
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2021 19:13:59 GMT -5
(aAAA THANKYOU HJGHJGY 💕 He's one of my oldest oc's 😭
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Post by Goldenstar on Sept 6, 2021 5:03:50 GMT -5
(I also have a character names Nightshade. She's a lady.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Sept 6, 2021 5:21:21 GMT -5
Ken "They have to learn to hunt mice early! Or else the rodents will overrun the place," Denver replied as he settled down into a nest of hay and Mercy curled in beside him. Taking the invitation, Rubblefall made himself a spot as well and motioned for Ravenfeather to join. "Well go on, kits! Bring our guests some mice!" "Yes, Papa!" the herd of kittens took off only to return a heartbeat later, all of them with a mouse a piece hanging from their tiny mouths by their tails- except for Soot- she had two mice. Little Vixen got tangled up in her catch in her haste and went spilling into the hay, leaving Ruby to laugh at her as they dropped off the mice by the older cats. "I want Ravenfeather to have my mouse!" Vixen cried as she burst out of the hay and ran over to the pretty black molly. She set the mouse down excitedly, big amber-hued eyes wide with eagerness. "I caught it all by myself! Papa didn't even have to help me. He had to help Soot and Cherry." "Hey!" Cherry snapped, looking crestfallen as she settled down between her mother and father to share some of the mouse with Soot. "He did not!" "Did to!" "Did not!" "Did to!!" "Did not!!!" "Girls!" Mercy tried to sound stern but there was a glimmer of warmth and amusement in her eyes. "Is that any way to behave in front of our guests?" Cherry and Vixen, flashing daggers at one another, hung their heads. "No Momma," they said in unison. Rubblefall couldn't stifle his purr as he took a bite of the mouse that Tiger had brought for him. "Oh, it's still warm! Great catch- kits! You'd make fine little Warriors!" --- Abe
(I'm going to say that the time skip applies here as well.) The two padded along in silence until they reached the fence that held the best view for the horses. Turquoiseheart leaped up the post and settled there, staring out as she watched a brown and black colt buck his hooves wildly. She let the silence linger between them for a long time before deciding to speak. "We've been friends a long time, haven't we Tigerlash...?" she said at last, not taking her eyes off the colt. "I could... I could trust you with a secret, couldn't I?..." ~ "I..." "What are you doing over here?" the growl made Snowphoenix jump. She whirled around, coming face to face with a white tom with red and orange Inking. Paintedstar. "Shouldn't you be on patrol or out at least doing something useful?" "I can't visit with my Elders?" Snowphoenix challenged lightly, flicking an ear. "Tanglereed and I were merely discussing the Bonds, that's all. We miss our fellow Inkers. We can't wait to have them home." "I think we all want them home," Paintedstar mused, his expression less harsh but his eyes were still glittering with some type of emotion Snow couldn't place. But it made her uneasy. "Tanglereed, how are you feeling by the way? Better?" Without waiting for the old tom to reply, he flicked his tail and turned on his paws. "Why don't you go out with Yellowwasp- the two of you. Get some fresh air. Might do you both well." And the he disappeared inside the leader's den. Snowphoenix recoiled. " Yellowwasp? Honestly, I'd rather spend my day picking ticks out of Graysplash's fur rather than be around that arrogant bundle of needles!" she spats, shaking her pelt. She glanced warily over at her companion. "Up for a walk, I suppose?..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2021 11:43:33 GMT -5
(I also have a character names Nightshade. She's a lady.) (🥺🥺🥺 bLEss, the name always reminds me of The nightmare before Christmas)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2021 12:49:12 GMT -5
Chris
Ravenfeather hesitated for a moment before slowly making her way over. Paws padding bits of hay down to flatten where she sat.
A content smile took to her delicate features, watching as the little kits each scampered back with their little jaws full, one certain energetic ginger catching Raven's attention. Mouth parting to respond to the eager young kit, only she was caught off by the humorous bickering of the bundle of siblings. It brought an odd comfort to her, reminiscing in her memories with her own littermate. And frankly, realizing how incredibly wrong she'd been about barn life, if it was as common as this family, it definitely wasn't lonely at all.
❝ They would! ❞ Raven piped up in agreement with Rubblefall, those dark ears twitching in suit.
Using her paw, she pushed her share of mouse forward some, eyes landing upon Vixen, nodding in gesture to come share. Bending her head down, she took a decent mouthful of a bite, suddenly overwhelmed with how hungry she actually was. With Zinni away, the longing often overruled the sensation of hunger until it was forced her way. Those whiskers twitch happily, tongue lapping the bits that coated around her mouth.
(The kits are so precious 😭😭)
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