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Post by Goldenstar on May 31, 2021 3:05:22 GMT -5
Goldenstar quick question are Lionpurr’s kits here yet? Cause I wanna set up an rp with her and Dawntide but ion wanna give the wrong info) (No, they haven't been born yet. )
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Post by cowbird on Jun 1, 2021 20:33:49 GMT -5
ChrisThe dawn patrol hadnt even left yet and were still gathering, bleary eyed, around the Clan deputy Minnowstripe when Dawntide ducked out of the warrior’s den and strode over to the Nursery. She hadn't spent much time in the well-concealed den before, but since Minnowstripe’s kits became apprenticed and her best friend, Lionpurr, moved in, Dawntide found herself highly familiar with every crook and cranny of her very first den. There was still a sense of unease among Dawntide and to an extent, the Clan as well when Lionpurr took her residency in the Nursery. Barely a warrior for a heartbeat it seemed like, the poor deputy’s daughter was already near her due time before the next gathering. A flash of fury itched at Dawntide’s claws as she forced the image of the visual she made in her mind at what had happened to her friend. If only I was there… he couldn't take on the both of us. Dawntide had never killed a cat before and hadn't even thought about it even during the Revolution but there was a sick sense of revenge that blazed in the normally docile feline each time she thought about the kits that her friend was carrying. Was it fair to feel infuriated at the thought of them- definitely not. But Dawntide couldn't confide that to her friend- Lionpurr was already delicate enough these days as it was and that kind of confession wasn't entirely healthy for any mother-to-be. Stopping by to take a small carp by the fresh-kill pile, the rose-orange warrior ducked into the nursery where in the far corner Lionpurr was curled up and gently snoring. Her sides were round and soft and for a split moment, Dawntide felt a twinge of pity for her closest companion. “She’s going through so much. StarClan help her,” she mewed under her breath as she dropped the fish a tail length away and softly began sweeping her tail along the queen’s head. … Mikah ( Treeheart ) The soft sunshine that poked through the roof of the apprentice den was gentle and caressing for most iof the inhabitants, but enough to wake the ever-moving Yellowpaw. With a blink of her brilliant green eyes, the gorgeous fluffball leapt to her paws and stretched. “A new day!” She breathed in dramatically and swiveled her gaze to the closet cat to her. “Hey! Hey Ripplepaw!” She hissed, prodding the much larger tom’s side with a paw. “Get up- the sun’s out.” Rowan (GryffinCry ) As suspected, Nighthunter wasnt exactly pleased with being chosen for the dawn patrol. Granted, Nighthunter wasn't exactly pleased with anything. It didn't help that his wounds from the Revolution had only just healed and he had been deprived of his favorite activity- night stalking- for the majority of the time since the battle ended and he was even more grumpy that his first warrior task in moons was patrolling the whole territory. Bluefern was constantly chastening him, saying he was lucky to survive taking on two warriors like that but Nighthunter wasnt of the belief that any of that was valid. As the group kept their ears alert and padded out of camp, a pelt brushed Nighthunter’s and with a turn of his head, the dark tom was nearly face to face with Owleyes. “Let me guess- Minnostripe pulled you out of your nest involuntarily for this too?” He grumbled.
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 2, 2021 12:31:04 GMT -5
Abe the Babe
"What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that?... Link, please... I... No!" Leo's vision was blurred into blackness and dirt filled her mouth and nose. She tried to cry out but it was nothing, just a choked sound around a mouthful of damp earth. No, no, please! HELP!
Lionpurr bolted up in the nursery, unfurling from her bed of moss, down, and leaves. She looked around frantically, her honey amber eyes wide with fear. She spat, coughing, her sides heaving as she tried to rid the taste of dirt from her mouth. But there was none. Not here. Just the comforting sound of rushing water from the fall beside her and the familiar smell of water, vale, and clay. She turned her head, her legs trembling and pupils huge, to see the terrified face of her best friend. Leo's eyes welled with tears and she pushed her face into Dawntide's orange fur, drinking in the familiar scent that had been a comfort for her since the day she was born. A sharp kick on the inside of her belly made Lionpurr sob harder and she curled tightly into Dawntide's flank, pulling her tail around her side and across her friend's chest. For a few moments, Lionpurr just sat frozen that way, crying into her best friend's shoulder, gathering her composure. Then after many long heartbeats, she peeled herself away. Wiping her runny nose with the back of her paw, she sniffled and glanced down at the carp that Dawntide had brought for her.
"It looks delicious, t-thank you," she said softly after a moment, looking at the fish so she wouldn't have to meet Dawntide's eyes. She forced her shaky breath to still and she finally raised her head, looking into her friend's face. "I was just... it was just a dream," she said at last, shaking her head. "I-I'm okay, really I am..." another kick and this one made her jump. But some of the raging fear and bubbling dread melted away when one of the kits pawed at the inside of her belly. That trademark, booming purr began to rumble from Leo's throat as she closed the space between herself and her best friend and began to pluck the scales off the fish, using her claw to skin it. "I want them here," she said directly before taking a mouthful of fish. "The kits... I feel like once they're born, once I see them... it won't be so hard, or so scary... You know? Like they'll be real, these little pieces of me, and I can love them and raise them... to not... ever be like... him... y'know?..." ~ Gingerpaw raced up to Bluefern, her mentor, her crystalline blue eyes shining. "Good morning, Bluefern!" she purred excitedly, bouncing a bit from paw to paw. Gingerpaw, who took most of her looks from her father- like almost all of Minnowstripe's second litter- was a pretty thing. She was a mostly white she-cat with orange and amber patches on both sides of her face, her front left paw, front left shoulder, and all through the second half of her body. She had a lot of black accents- especially around her eyes, down her back, and on her rear and tail. She wasn't quite as calm and mild-natured as her sisters, Harvestpaw and Waterpaw, but she also wasn't as wild as her brothers- Lavapaw and Flamepaw. Gingerpaw was a comfortable middle ground but she was extremely eager to please and was usually glued to Bluefern from the moment the Warrior woke up. Perhaps it was that the desire she had in her soul to prove she belonged in the Vale. Or... maybe it was just part of her personality. Regardless of whatever it was, Gingerpaw definitely adored her mentor. It was all too apparent as she looked up with admiration into Bluefern's turquoise colored eyes. "What's on the agenda for the day?"
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 2, 2021 15:08:20 GMT -5
(Abe, I LOVE Yellowpaw. xD)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 3, 2021 15:28:36 GMT -5
(I'll be on here in a bit, my loves.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 6, 2021 23:04:10 GMT -5
(here.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 7, 2021 20:41:09 GMT -5
(Am here!)
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Post by cowbird on Jun 14, 2021 12:34:18 GMT -5
Chris
“Oh beloved.” Dawntide gripped her friend as tight as she could, her heart shattering as the queen sobbed in her chest fur. Dawntide knew she could never understand or compare to what Lionpurr was feeling but the pain of not being able to help her friend from her own mind and memories… that was gonna do a number on her.
“I dont think you’re completely fine, Leo” Dawntide began, watching like a hawk as her friend began to chew the fish. Lionpurr had a habit of not eating when she went through moments like these (which was far too often) and Dawntide has subsequently taken turns with Minnowstripe in standing marshal over her to make sure she ate something. “You are always going to have what happened in your mind. But… the Leo I know is far too stubborn to let anything get in the way of her happiness and the path she wants to take.” She pressed her side to the queen’s and with a small gasp, felt the slight movement of one of the kits as they pressed back. “Plus you still have the clan. You still have me. With us there will be no fear of any of your little ones taking the path of their father.”
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The blue-gray warrior spun around, eyes wide as Gingerpaw thundered towards her. The little furball that now clung to Bluefern’s side was barely more than a kit yet she was already very well muscled and was shaping to be a formidable warrior as her mother was. Bluefern felt a twinge of nostalgia- it had been a while since she had an apprentice so the feeling of having Gingerpaw so adoring of her reminded her immediately of her own litter- now older apprentices themselves.
“Hmm let's see! Yesterday we covered the basics of tree climbing. I'm positive you’ll know better than to climb them like certain other cats have done,” she added with a mrrow of amusement. StreamClan cats didn't climb trees almost ever unless it was for an emergency. Yet she could recall a certain moody dark tom who was determined to break every rule and had a bit of an accident climbing a young oak tree. “Have we done any defense moves yet?”
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 17, 2021 13:29:23 GMT -5
Chris“Oh beloved.” Dawntide gripped her friend as tight as she could, her heart shattering as the queen sobbed in her chest fur. Dawntide knew she could never understand or compare to what Lionpurr was feeling but the pain of not being able to help her friend from her own mind and memories… that was gonna do a number on her. “I dont think you’re completely fine, Leo” Dawntide began, watching like a hawk as her friend began to chew the fish. Lionpurr had a habit of not eating when she went through moments like these (which was far too often) and Dawntide has subsequently taken turns with Minnowstripe in standing marshal over her to make sure she ate something. “You are always going to have what happened in your mind. But… the Leo I know is far too stubborn to let anything get in the way of her happiness and the path she wants to take.” She pressed her side to the queen’s and with a small gasp, felt the slight movement of one of the kits as they pressed back. “Plus you still have the clan. You still have me. With us there will be no fear of any of your little ones taking the path of their father.” … The blue-gray warrior spun around, eyes wide as Gingerpaw thundered towards her. The little furball that now clung to Bluefern’s side was barely more than a kit yet she was already very well muscled and was shaping to be a formidable warrior as her mother was. Bluefern felt a twinge of nostalgia- it had been a while since she had an apprentice so the feeling of having Gingerpaw so adoring of her reminded her immediately of her own litter- now older apprentices themselves. “Hmm let's see! Yesterday we covered the basics of tree climbing. I'm positive you’ll know better than to climb them like certain other cats have done,” she added with a mrrow of amusement. StreamClan cats didn't climb trees almost ever unless it was for an emergency. Yet she could recall a certain moody dark tom who was determined to break every rule and had a bit of an accident climbing a young oak tree. “Have we done any defense moves yet?” "Am I still the same Leo?" Lionpurr asked in a voice that was hardly more than a whisper. She took another bite of the fish and swallowed it down with her nerves. She pressed herself again into Dawntide's comfort and shook her pelt, as if ridding herself of the harmful cobwebs of her nightmare. "But you're right- it takes a clan to raise kits and we'll do a wonderful job of it together, I'm sure." Thoughtfully, she rubbed a paw across her belly. "I think I want toms," she said after a moment. "If I have daughters, I'll worry about them too much. Stars know how much trouble you and I got into as 'paws." ~ "Defense... No, I don't think so. We haven't done a lot of battle training yet." Gingerpaw shuffled her paws in excitement. "Will we be doing that today?!"
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Post by cowbird on Jun 26, 2021 16:21:03 GMT -5
Chris“Oh beloved.” Dawntide gripped her friend as tight as she could, her heart shattering as the queen sobbed in her chest fur. Dawntide knew she could never understand or compare to what Lionpurr was feeling but the pain of not being able to help her friend from her own mind and memories… that was gonna do a number on her. “I dont think you’re completely fine, Leo” Dawntide began, watching like a hawk as her friend began to chew the fish. Lionpurr had a habit of not eating when she went through moments like these (which was far too often) and Dawntide has subsequently taken turns with Minnowstripe in standing marshal over her to make sure she ate something. “You are always going to have what happened in your mind. But… the Leo I know is far too stubborn to let anything get in the way of her happiness and the path she wants to take.” She pressed her side to the queen’s and with a small gasp, felt the slight movement of one of the kits as they pressed back. “Plus you still have the clan. You still have me. With us there will be no fear of any of your little ones taking the path of their father.” … The blue-gray warrior spun around, eyes wide as Gingerpaw thundered towards her. The little furball that now clung to Bluefern’s side was barely more than a kit yet she was already very well muscled and was shaping to be a formidable warrior as her mother was. Bluefern felt a twinge of nostalgia- it had been a while since she had an apprentice so the feeling of having Gingerpaw so adoring of her reminded her immediately of her own litter- now older apprentices themselves. “Hmm let's see! Yesterday we covered the basics of tree climbing. I'm positive you’ll know better than to climb them like certain other cats have done,” she added with a mrrow of amusement. StreamClan cats didn't climb trees almost ever unless it was for an emergency. Yet she could recall a certain moody dark tom who was determined to break every rule and had a bit of an accident climbing a young oak tree. “Have we done any defense moves yet?” "Am I still the same Leo?" Lionpurr asked in a voice that was hardly more than a whisper. She took another bite of the fish and swallowed it down with her nerves. She pressed herself again into Dawntide's comfort and shook her pelt, as if ridding herself of the harmful cobwebs of her nightmare. "But you're right- it takes a clan to raise kits and we'll do a wonderful job of it together, I'm sure." Thoughtfully, she rubbed a paw across her belly. "I think I want toms," she said after a moment. "If I have daughters, I'll worry about them too much. Stars know how much trouble you and I got into as 'paws." ~ "Defense... No, I don't think so. We haven't done a lot of battle training yet." Gingerpaw shuffled her paws in excitement. "Will we be doing that today?!" Dawntide looked at the queen for a long time before replying, choosing her words carefully. "I think you've changed in a way. You see the world uh... differently. But that comes with motherhood I know that and the Leo I know is still there in every gleam of your eyes and flick of her tail... in every purr for sure," she joked lightly, sliding her tail on her friend's spine. "And toms!" Dawntide snorted. "Hmph- you act as if Ripplepaw and Cloudrunner werent secretly the most annoying little furballs we knew when we were apprentices!" She sniffed the fish distractedly as she thought of the way things were as if they had been warriors for seasons. "They'll be strong kits no matter what- that's a fact."
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 21, 2021 1:14:08 GMT -5
Lionpurr sighed and nodded, leaning her head against Dawntide's shoulder. She sat that way for a long time, not moving, just drinking in her best friend's scent. "I could never make it through this without you," she told the pretty she-cat softly as she raised her head and gave Dawntide's ear a gentle lick. After a moment, Leo forced herself to her paws and stretched. "Alright, enough of this laziness. Let's go be productive shall we? I can still fish and I'm dying to get my paws wet... I've been moping around this nursery for too many damn days- my joints are stiffer than drift wood. Let's go out and enjoy the day, hm?"
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Post by cowbird on Aug 1, 2021 20:08:56 GMT -5
Lionpurr sighed and nodded, leaning her head against Dawntide's shoulder. She sat that way for a long time, not moving, just drinking in her best friend's scent. "I could never make it through this without you," she told the pretty she-cat softly as she raised her head and gave Dawntide's ear a gentle lick. After a moment, Leo forced herself to her paws and stretched. "Alright, enough of this laziness. Let's go be productive shall we? I can still fish and I'm dying to get my paws wet... I've been moping around this nursery for too many damn days- my joints are stiffer than drift wood. Let's go out and enjoy the day, hm?" Seeing her friends suddenly brighten up, Dawntide leapt to her paws as well, excitement pulsing through her. There was her old friend! She knew that no matter how dark Lionpurr found herself, the loyalty and pride that was intertwined with her personality would never let her disappear completely.With a quick prayer of thanks to StarClan, Dawntide galloped out of the nursery after the queen. “Stiffer that driftwood, eh?” The pinkish tabby laughed as they stepped out into the warm morning sunlight, blinking as the rays arched through the canopy of reeds that sheltered one side of the camp. “Speaking of stiff bones though… poor Laststorm has been fairly weak these last half moon.” Her voice dropped in sadness as she continued. “Reedwillow wont say anything but… im scared for her.” … (I completely forgot to reply to Blue and Ginger’s strand oh my) Bluefern paused, looking down at the small frame of the deputy’s daughter. She knew she herself wasnt a large cat but the former queen couldnt exactly see her apprentice spinning around in the smooth, flexible battle movements of StreamClan warriors even if she did share a striking resemblance in Minnowstripe’s physic. Did all CloudClan cats start this small? Well… some of them I would assume, she mused, thinking of the massive white tom who she often saw when the clans got together for meetings. But Gingerpaw was certainly eager and Blufern wasn't going to act like she didnt see the hope gleam in her eyes when she mentioned defensive moves. “Hmm well I dont see why not. Though i must require that this be first lesson must be us alone. I havent had a chance to evaluate you off glance yet. Lead the way, little one.”
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Post by Goldenstar on Aug 25, 2021 1:00:21 GMT -5
(I'm going to be faster at replying now, Abe, I promise!) --- Abe the Babe<3 "Laststorm isn't the only one..." Lionpurr flicked her ear, keeping her voice low as the two she-cats waded ankle-deep in the stream that broke through camp, padding leisurely toward the official entrance. "Battlescar sounds terrible these days. I went to visit him and the other Elders just a few days ago and he sounded like he was gargling river stones while he slept." She shook her head. "But you're right about Laststorm... and poor Patchpaw. He is just dealing with the shit end of everything. The last kit born to his elderly Queen mother... born a tom. He's mostly blind. He tries so hard too and Laststorm just doesn't seem to care about him at all. Maybe it's because he looks so much like his father?..." she shook her head then shuddered. What would Leo do if her kits looked like... him?... "I heard Darkwater say that she will hardly eat. She couldn't even nurse Patchpaw as a kit because her milk dried up before he was even born. It's just tragic- the whole thing. I know that Laststorm loved Umbralwatch but she basically died when he did. I mean this as innocently as possible... but I hope I never love someone so much that I just stop living when they die. it's heartbreaking." ~ "Yes! Thank you so much, Bluefern!" Gingerpaw nearly boomed, racing through the reeds to find a less soggy place to practice. She trekked through the marsh for sometime until a tiny hill rose above the reeds, puddles, and pond-grass. She bounded up it, her fur soaked through to her chest and her belly. She turned on her paws, her rump in the air and tail billowing behind her like a flag. "I'm ready!" she said excitedly. "What do we do first?!"
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Post by cowbird on Sept 3, 2021 11:59:07 GMT -5
(I'm going to be faster at replying now, Abe, I promise!) --- Abe the Babe<3 "Laststorm isn't the only one..." Lionpurr flicked her ear, keeping her voice low as the two she-cats waded ankle-deep in the stream that broke through camp, padding leisurely toward the official entrance. "Battlescar sounds terrible these days. I went to visit him and the other Elders just a few days ago and he sounded like he was gargling river stones while he slept." She shook her head. "But you're right about Laststorm... and poor Patchpaw. He is just dealing with the shit end of everything. The last kit born to his elderly Queen mother... born a tom. He's mostly blind. He tries so hard too and Laststorm just doesn't seem to care about him at all. Maybe it's because he looks so much like his father?..." she shook her head then shuddered. What would Leo do if her kits looked like... him?... "I heard Darkwater say that she will hardly eat. She couldn't even nurse Patchpaw as a kit because her milk dried up before he was even born. It's just tragic- the whole thing. I know that Laststorm loved Umbralwatch but she basically died when he did. I mean this as innocently as possible... but I hope I never love someone so much that I just stop living when they die. it's heartbreaking." ~ "Yes! Thank you so much, Bluefern!" Gingerpaw nearly boomed, racing through the reeds to find a less soggy place to practice. She trekked through the marsh for sometime until a tiny hill rose above the reeds, puddles, and pond-grass. She bounded up it, her fur soaked through to her chest and her belly. She turned on her paws, her rump in the air and tail billowing behind her like a flag. "I'm ready!" she said excitedly. "What do we do first?!" Dawntide nodded, murmuring in agreement as they shuffled through the exit and towards a drier bank. She never understood the concept of love- especially in the twisted culture that StreamClan had enforced for generations. Were Laststorm and her mate really in love? How was that an honest relationship really if it was built on old, disgusting values? It was clear Laststorm felt towards him a certain way but Dawntide had never paid much attention to the oldt tom before he died so there was no way of knowing… and the old cats were especially good at abiding by ancient StreamClan law. “I don't know if I even want to have a mate or kits. Like… what really is love? Between two unrelated cats? I know its not something you can have an assessment of but… how are you to fall for someone when all your life you’ve been told that you are their superior or that your feelings aren't valid or “normal”?” … Bluefern followed the ball of energy much slower, fighting to keep her amusement at bay as to not give the little one the wrong impression. She was rather surprised when Koistar appointed her mentor to the bombastic she-cat and Bluefern didnt miss the warning flash in Minnowstripe’s gaze as the ceremony went on: dont mess up my daughter. Bluefern merely shrugged; she didnt even have the audacity to try to feel offended because no one wanted a bully mentoring their kits. “Er, well. Lets start this way,” Bluefern muttered, scanning her brain rapidly for an appropriate start for the younger cat. She was full of energy and so her stamina would be no issue but her skill would need development and her balance would need harnessing… “How about we start with what you know. You’ve seen the older apprentices practicing so something should come to mind.”
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Post by Goldenstar on Sept 6, 2021 5:44:34 GMT -5
Lionpurr, for a moment, seemed lost in her thoughts. "I don't know, Dawnie... I don't think I know what romantic love is either..." she shook her head. "I thought I did... but I was wrong." She looked away, her pelt burning as she grew eager to change the subject. "So anyway. Uhm... How do you think the clan is doing?... I mean, since the war? Everything seems so much more peaceful. It makes me really happy actually to see the clan thriving and... normal. I mean- what we knew before was normal. For us at least because we were used to it. But now... if I have sons- they could be leaders! Or not. But it's their choice now and that means so much to me. I just wish it didn't have to happen the way it did. I can't believe Gingercrain and Silverlight stole Grayfire's kits... it's just unthinkable." ~ "Uhmmm..." Gingerpaw seemed taken aback. She tilted her head to one side. "If a Warrior is bigger thank you- for their legs. If they're smaller than you- they're probably faster. Wear them out... uhm... going for the eyes is a cheap-shot; only done when necessary... uhm... I think you hook like this?..." she reached out slowly with her paw, holding it in a curved motion, she gently swept at Bluefern's front leg. "That right?"
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Post by cowbird on Sept 8, 2021 21:49:56 GMT -5
Chris
Dawntide looked sideways at her friend, guilt and pain cracking a hole in her chest. Where was I when all the signs were clear? The hiding, the weird smells… the fur. I could have stopped her before she went too far.
The warrior didn't push her friend on in the previous conversation. “Uh, well yes i do appreciate this new sense of freedom.” She looked up ahead seeing Nighthunter and several other StreamClan toms streaking across the shallow water, spending sprays of droplets everywhere. “I cant believe we even let she-cats like them dictate to us what clan life should be1 This revolution should have happened ages ago.” …
Bluefern pulled back, mildly impressed at the younger cat’s knowledge. “Well, well, well who taught you that? Actually- never mind.” She loved Gingerkit, but had a sneaking suspicion the apprentice’s excitement would override the actual lesson. Turning tail, the blue-gray she-cat padded a few tail lengths away before facing the young she-cat again, her limbs slightly bent in a crouch. “So now that you know what to do- its time you tried it on a warrior.”
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Post by Goldenstar on Sept 18, 2021 4:15:54 GMT -5
Abe (I'm going to reset Leo and Dawn because it's been a minute. <3) A handsome, lean, black and gray tom came padding quickly into the Warrior's Den. Early morning mist hung to his fur and droplets formed on his whiskers as he poked his head into the den and found the form he was looking for. "Dawntide?" Darkwater called to the she-cat, hoping desperately not to wake the young Warrior. "Dawntide- Lionpurr kitted in the night. Come, come see her kits. She asked for you." ~ "Uhm... try?" Gingerpaw looked horrified. "Uhm... Okay! So... do I... Do I pounce? Or lunge? Or... orrr..." she rolled her tongue, shifting from one paw to the other. "What's the best technique for a smaller cat verses a larger Warrior? To catch them off-guard or off-balance?"
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Post by cowbird on Sept 18, 2021 7:33:10 GMT -5
Abe (I'm going to reset Leo and Dawn because it's been a minute. <3) A handsome, lean, black and gray tom came padding quickly into the Warrior's Den. Early morning mist hung to his fur and droplets formed on his whiskers as he poked his head into the den and found the form he was looking for. "Dawntide?" Darkwater called to the she-cat, hoping desperately not to wake the young Warrior. "Dawntide- Lionpurr kitted in the night. Come, come see her kits. She asked for you." ~ "Uhm... try?" Gingerpaw looked horrified. "Uhm... Okay! So... do I... Do I pounce? Or lunge? Or... orrr..." she rolled her tongue, shifting from one paw to the other. "What's the best technique for a smaller cat verses a larger Warrior? To catch them off-guard or off-balance?" At the very mention of her friend, the pinkish orange warrior shot up from her nest, her paws almost comically not touching the ground as she bounced out of her nest. "What?" She snapped as she sprinted towards the nursery, ears flat and heart drumming as if she herself were the sire of the kits. "Why didnt anyone wake me earlier?" ... Bluefern didnt hold back her laughter this time and with a booming purr, the mentor walked over and nudged the small she-cat into place. "Well first, you must realize that different clans, different cats do it in different ways. The way I normally do it- not that I am constantly fighter larger cats mind you- is by making yourself as streamlined as possible. It helps we are the best swimmers among out kind of course, but streamlined fur is harder to catch, thus easier for you to slip under a larger cat and upend them from below."
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Post by Goldenstar on Oct 1, 2021 14:00:33 GMT -5
Abe "She kitted very early in the night and it was very fast. There was no time for fetching. And she fell right asleep after they were born- I wanted to let her rest. But as soon as her eyes opened, she asked for you." Darkwater flicked his tail good-naturedly. "Come along. You'll be in love at first sight." As soon as they made it to the nursery, Leo raised her head proudly, her eyes bright with affection and warmth. "Dawntide!" she cried, shifting in her nest. Lionpurr moved her thick, dense tail to reveal the precious creatures curled at her side. Tucked into her belly, sleeping soundly, were two tiny kits. One was a solid, deep yellow about three shades darker than Leo's own pelt. The other was an unusual tabby with sandy yellow fur that had white and darker brown colorations- all four paws the deep brown shade. "Aren't they just splendid, Dawny?! Oh and look at their coats! They look just like me and Momma said that the tabby looks like my father... My biological father, of course..." Lionpurr looked down at the kittens with more love than she could nearly stand. "The pure yellow one is Dacekit. And the tabby is Otterkit. They're both toms. I'm so, so proud of them already." ~ "Oh that's brilliant!" Gingerpaw boomed, so thankful that she had such a skilled and intelligent mentor. She flattened herself low to the ground and tucked her tail down, slapping it onto the marshy covering of the hill. She sleeked her ears back and squashed herself as close to the ground as possible. She crept forward, her paws barely slipping from underneath her. "Like this? I know my fur is puffy but it's coarse! Comes from being part lynx I suppose..." She wriggled, her belly sinking into the wet ground. "And I could just slither in and- pow-!" she lunged out with a paw and gently, very gently, tapped Bluefern's front left paw. "Like that!"
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Post by rockydublin on Oct 26, 2021 19:36:40 GMT -5
(Oh I feel horrible, I have a medicine cat and warrior here yet I have not used them here, I am so sorry Chris. Would anyone wanna rp with Reedwillow or Echorain?)
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Post by Goldenstar on Oct 28, 2021 12:32:16 GMT -5
(Oh I feel horrible, I have a medicine cat and warrior here yet I have not used them here, I am so sorry Chris. Would anyone wanna rp with Reedwillow or Echorain?) (I will!)
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Post by rockydublin on Oct 28, 2021 16:02:06 GMT -5
(Oh I feel horrible, I have a medicine cat and warrior here yet I have not used them here, I am so sorry Chris. Would anyone wanna rp with Reedwillow or Echorain?) (I will!) (Awesome! Did you have a preference on which one?)
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Post by rockydublin on Nov 2, 2021 22:13:44 GMT -5
Chris GoldenstarReedwillow sat by herself for the time being. She thought of her family, were they alright? Where were they? Were they safe? When she and her sister first came here she was apprehensive to try and search for those she loved, but now with Koistar, the changes that were being made... She wondered if she could, should ask for the clan to help find them. Would they want to? (is this okay?)
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Post by Goldenstar on Nov 3, 2021 23:51:04 GMT -5
(I'm here kind of. Very out of it today.)
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Post by cowbird on Nov 8, 2021 14:02:06 GMT -5
Chris
“Oh Leo,” Dawntide breathed, crossing the nursery in one bound, her eyes glued on the two bundles of fur wriggling faintly against their mother’s belly. A flash of pride and protectiveness scorched through her as she gazed at the little ones. For the last near three moons Dawntide had been reserved about the kittens that had coddled her best friend to the nursery before she could even take her warrior name. She didnt want to acknowledge them some days… it was as if Lionpurr had simply been ill and she was waiting on her recovery. Her own hateful, vengeful feelings towards the tom who hurt Leo were too deep for her to get over by herself and while she supported her friend in every moment, there were times she could barely look at her or else she’d snap.
All that frustration faded away now though, as she peered down lovingly at the newborns. “They’re simply gorgeous, Leo,” she agreed softly, leaning down to sniff them. “Dacekit- now that’s quite the name, but you always were one to like the weirder names,” she teased her friend, flicking her tail playfully over the queen’s flank. “He looks so much like you though! My mini heartbreakers, i’ll call them,” she purred, settling down to watch them nurse.
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Post by Goldenstar on Nov 22, 2021 3:29:08 GMT -5
Entering the medicine cat's den, a handsome black, orange, and white tom was limping, pain and annoyance showing on his face and in his eyes. "Hello Reedwillow," he groaned. It was Flamepaw- Minnowstripe and Feralblade's son. "I'm so sorry to bother you," he sighed. "But I got a thorn in my paw this morning. I pulled it out and I thought it was okay but now my entire pad is throbbing and I can barely put weight on it. Will you look at it for me?" --- "Dace isn't weird!" Lionpurr snapped playfully, nipping at Dawntide's ear. "Do you remember when we were kits and there were those big copper fish that came to the river for a while? Those were dace! I remember how fierce they were.." she stared down at the mustard yellow tom with fond, loving eyes. "And I wanted to name one of them after a fish since mother is Minnow..." she tipped her head thoughtfully and looked up into the face of her best friend. "They came so fast, Dawny! Somehow, I thought it would hurt more... I mean it hurt like fury but..." she trailed when Dacekit let out a fierce kitten cry and curled up close to her belly. "Speaking of fury!" she laughed then burst out in a purr. "Dawntide, do you think you could do me a huge favor?" she offered a small, tired smile. "Could you go get my mom? I don't know how much longer I'll be awake."
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Post by rockydublin on Nov 22, 2021 8:10:20 GMT -5
GoldenstarReedwillow looked over at the entrance and immediately walked over to Flamepaw. “Of course, dear.” She spoke as she took a closer look at the apprentice’s paw. “About how long ago did you remove the thorn from your paw?”
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Post by cowbird on Nov 29, 2021 11:15:46 GMT -5
Chris
“It’s still a weird name,” Dawntide muttered and dodged another swipe at her ear with a snort of laughter as she rubbed her eartip. With a glance down at the little toms she sighed and nodded. “I’m glad you didnt suffer. Kits are lovely and all but i’m not sure anyone is worth the pain some of these queens seem to go through just to bring life,” the warrior commented, a shudder zigzagging through her. “But Minnowstripe hasnt been here yet? I would have thought she’d be sharing the best with you the whole time,” she joked as she rose to her paws and began sliding out of the nursery. “Though I’m sure Dacekit woke everyone up by now!”
Shaking her head in amusement, the rosy-orange warrior trekked swiftly across the camp. The sky was the palest blue and the leaves beneath her paws felt soft with dew as she shuffled over to where Koistar’s den was. “Hello? Minnowstripe? Are you in there? Marvelous news- Leo’s kittens are here!”
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 4, 2022 5:56:38 GMT -5
(Updates finished. Will reply with RP threads tomorrow. <3)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 6, 2022 0:07:42 GMT -5
Abe "It's so hard to believe," Lionpurr was sitting outside the nursery with her best friend, watching as he young sons played in the snow. "My mother's a leader now..." she shook her head, though the pride was on her face was hard to miss. She turned her face toward Dawntide, affection warm in her gaze for her closest companion. "Dawntide... can I tell you something?" she said at last, white fog rolling from her lips in the cold of the morning. "Something I haven't told anyone?... Something about my kits. And how they were born." ~ Today would be the day...Sage green eyes were flickering with anxiety as Arrowtip padded up to a pretty dappled gray and black she-cat. The tom, who had been raised by Streamclan's Abolished Ancient Laws, had been mooning over her for months- since they were old enough to see. He had always fancied her... but was never allowed to speak to her unless she spoke first. But now he could. And he was willing to risk it all. The tom, who had once been a small and sickly kit, was a gray tom with faded darker tabby markings. He had a white chest, belly, throat, and lower half of his face. He had tan bands around all four of his feet and tan fur around his eyes and lining his flanks. His paws were white and he had a white tail-tip. He dipped his head to the stunning she-cat and forced away his nerves. "Hi Mossfur," he greeted in a shaky voice. "Uhm... you... you look well today."
Mikah "Hey, Wolfsnap!" came the uppity, happy voice as a brown tom with white swirls came bounding over to the usually grumpy tom. He had white socks, a white nose-blaze, underbelly, chest, and under-tail. His eyes were a soft yellow color and they were glittering as he came up to the side of the larger tom. It was Finchtrill- Shellcollector's only son. "I was going to head out to the river and do some fishing. Do you want to come along? It'll be cold but I heard Smallflower say there were good fish swimming yesterday." ~ "Good morning Riverdash!" came the bright, friendly greeting as Heavyrain, Streamclan's newly appointed deputy, came over to the she-cat. He was really doing well with his new title and he was becoming popular as deputy... even though the adjustment was extreme. "Up for a patrol today?"
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