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Post by 🍂 Elkpelt 🍂 on Jan 7, 2017 16:23:05 GMT -5
Spiritpelt wrapped her fluffy tail around the scared kitten and purred. "Its ok Twitchkit there not really fighting!" She licked the kittens fluffed up fur. When Firepelt entered she looked up. "Oh thank you firepelt." she said thankfully. Her stomach growled. (Mentioned: Strikestar Dirtypaw )
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Post by Dirtypaw on Jan 7, 2017 19:29:44 GMT -5
Mousestep | Female | 12 moons | Warrior | --- | Brown tabby with little white on her muzzle, pale amber eyes. Smaller than an average cat. | Mentions: ☣ SMOG ☣ Mousestep fur bristled along her shoulders at Albatrossface just rushing out of camp saying she would catch more prey than her, "You won't! You can't keep quiet enough!" She charged after the other she-cat with her tail puffed out behind her. The brown tabby tracked after her rival with quick inhales before lunging forward to crash into the other once spotting her black-and-white pelt, "No reason for you to even try hunting, I'll be catching everything" She hopped away before darting off again though Mousestep dropped into a crouch and held her breath to slow her heartrate so that she could be silence and allow herself the chance to listen to her surroundings. Firepelt | Male | 43 moons | Warrior | Single and Open | Dark ginger tabby with orange eyes, well-built but bulky | Mentions: 🍂 Elkpelt 🍂 Strikestar Firepelt rumbled at being thanked and nudged the bird closer, "I'll try to bring you something fresher later on in the day okay? I'll bring another bird for you Twitchkit" He promised before turning where he stood to leave the nursery, tail tip twitching when he exited the den and noticed that even more of the clan was awake but the fresh-kill pile was completely empty. Frowning the dark tabby moved back towards the warrior den to sit outside of it, waiting to see if a patrol would even happen or if he should just go out and hunt on his own.
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Post by 🍂 Elkpelt 🍂 on Jan 7, 2017 19:50:41 GMT -5
Spiritpelt watched as Firepelt left, then ate most of the bird he had brought offering the rest to Twitchkit. She nessled down into her nest with twitchkit and closed her eyes. Moonfur sat outside the entrence watching as cats came and went. He noticed the freshkill pile was empty and looked around. He saw Firepelt sitting in front of the warriors den and walked over. The huge black cat sat next to Firepelt. "Would you like to come hunting with me?" he asked gruffly. "We could use some freshkill." Mentions:( Dirtypaw Strikestar)
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Post by ❄🐾Luna🐾❄ on Jan 7, 2017 20:27:51 GMT -5
(Everyone's accepted) Rabbitpaw stuck his head up, tasting the air. He meowed. "I smell fish and mice." He flicked his ear, trying to get more scents. "Theres also the faint scent of a vole and a squirrel passed not long ago." He meowed after a small silence. "Thats all I can smell." He was looking excited for the lake, he loved to swim!!
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Post by Dirtypaw on Jan 7, 2017 20:37:16 GMT -5
Firepelt | Male | 43 moons | Warrior | Single and Open | Dark ginger tabby with orange eyes, well-built but bulky | Mentions: The dark tabby thumped his tail against the ground as he stared across the camp half focused on the empty fresh-kill pile though he wasn't really looking at it. If no patrol went out before Sun high he would go out by himself so he could fulfill his promise to Spiritpelt and Twitchkit not that it was a major promise it just would make him feel like he was going something good for the clan.
Firepelt tensed at someone sitting beside him but sighed to hide his surprise when it was Moonfur though he didn't really know the tom he wasn't on bad terms with the other tom, "I was just, er thinking about doing that. We can go now so hopefully everyone will have a chance to eat before Sun high" The dark tabby replied clearing his throat to stop from stumbling over his words.
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Post by 🍂 Elkpelt 🍂 on Jan 7, 2017 20:45:17 GMT -5
"Good then lets go." Moonfur stood and trotted out of camp. When he was outside the barrier he sniffed smelling for near by prey. Sensing something he started forward slowly, waiting for the other tom.
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Post by ☣ SMOG ☣ on Jan 7, 2017 20:45:31 GMT -5
Abatrossface | Female | 12 moons | Warrior | Single | A pretty black-and-white she-cat | Tags: Dirtypaw
Feeling something hit her the black-and-white sprang three tail lengths into the air and landed on her toes a few mouse lengths away, her fur sticking out all over the place. Seeing it was only Mousestep she let out a long hiss, "Don't do that I thought you were something trying to kill me!" She watched the brown tabby move out of sight with look of disgust before mumbling to herself, "Sneaky buzzard-faced dungeater, she doesn't even technically have a hunting suffix. How could she catch everything." Moving off in a different direction from Mousestep but being sure to stay closer in case of danger, they she cats might of hated each other but they wouldn't leave the other to die, at least she hoped her rival wasn't cruel enough to let a clan-mate die if something happened.
Shaking away the thought of Mousestep watching happily as a badger tore apart her insides she dropped into a crouch and began to slink forward scenting the air. The fur on her shoulders stuck up from a mix of her previous scare and her position. She crept forward until she scented a deer mouse. The tan and white colored rodent nibbled softly on some kind of plant life. It wasn't a seed though, which puzzled the she-cat as she always thought rodents only ate seeds. She shifted her weight and watched the small mammal chew away, trying to decide when the best time to pounce was. However she waited a bit too long and the mammal began to walk, very quickly, deeper into the forest in search for more food. She dashed after it trying to catch back up to it but the rodent vanished into a crevice her paws just couldn't reach down, "Hey! Wait! That's not fair I had you!"
Notes: This is very convenient for insults www.silverpelt.co.uk/insults.php?i=1
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Post by Dirtypaw on Jan 7, 2017 21:11:26 GMT -5
Firepelt | Male | 43 moons | Warrior | Single and Open | Dark ginger tabby with orange eyes, well-built but bulky | Mentions: 🍂 Elkpelt 🍂 Firepelt blinked at Moonfur being up and out of camp before he could even stand up. Shaking out his ginger pelt the tabby hurried after the other tom, ducking out of the camp and taking a second to take in the forest. He trained his attention onto the black furred tom in front of him before stepping closer, "You're leading the way?" Firepelt asked flicking his ears back slightly though he scented the air out of habit from watching Moonfur do the same. The dark tabby didn't smell another worth following but the smell of camp was blocking him from figure out a good scent to follow.Mousestep | Female | 12 moons | Warrior | --- | Brown tabby with little white on her muzzle, pale amber eyes. Smaller than an average cat. | Mentions: ☣ SMOG ☣ Mousestep flicked her tail for a brief moment before nodding at now feeling more calm and at hearing soft chirps she was on the move, belly brushing against the grassy ground. She kept her steps light from practice while she crept closer to the chirps and once the undergrowth cleared away the brown tabby paused. Ears twitching back and forth Mousestep tried to pinpoint the bird by sound before tilting her gaze upwards and scanning the branches of the trees near her. Aha! Mousestep dug her claws into the soft dirt when spotting the chirping louder robin that sat on a low branch.
The brown tabby spent a moment or so to make sure she was downwind and that she could even make the trip under the tree without making too much noise before moving. Mousestep was keeping her eyes locked on the robin after quietly making her way to the tree, she wiggled her hunches out of habit before climbing the trunk. It was difficult to not just rush up the trunk and pounce the robin but Mousestep couldn't startle it away and ruin her chance. Her tail flicked once she was safely on the branch and within a few heartbeats, she had the robin locked in her jaws but no longer had the branch under her paws.
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Post by 🍂 Elkpelt 🍂 on Jan 7, 2017 21:32:31 GMT -5
"Not necessarily." Moonfur started forwards trying to blend in the shadows. "Smell anything?" He asked. The tom flicked his ears around but all he heard was his clan mates not to far away.
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Post by ❄🐾Luna🐾❄ on Jan 7, 2017 22:24:06 GMT -5
Otterkit yawned in the Nursery. He was looking at the prey, slightly confused. He didn't understand why everyone else loved the taste of prey! He tried it once, he hated it. He preferred the berries found in camp. He didn't tell anyone he liked the berries, of course no one would hear him anyways.
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Post by 🍂 Elkpelt 🍂 on Jan 7, 2017 23:37:13 GMT -5
Spiritpelt looked over at Otterkit when she heard him yawn. "Good morning Otterkit." She said gently.
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Post by ❄🐾Luna🐾❄ on Jan 7, 2017 23:51:30 GMT -5
Otterkit let out a small quiet mew. He looked up at his mother. He always admired his mother's beautiful fur and sometimes envied his sibling's unique and beautiful fur and disliked his own. He ignored his own 'Ugliness' right now though, for he was hungry but couldn't find any berries in the Nursery.
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Post by 🍂 Elkpelt 🍂 on Jan 8, 2017 0:24:23 GMT -5
(can he talk?)
Spiritpelt already had Twitchkit bundled up by her belly so she carefully maneuvered her head forward and grabbed Otterkit by the scruff pulling him gently over and placing him next to Twitchkit. She purred at the two kits, and carefully liked each one. Pulling her tail around them she placed her head down and closed her eyes.
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Post by ❄🐾Luna🐾❄ on Jan 8, 2017 0:33:14 GMT -5
(A little bit, but his voice is super quiet, you can barely hear it, it sounds like he is whispering when he screams. However he CAN talk) Otterkit let out a small squeak of surprise from being picked up. He honestly didn't expect it, but once he saw he was by Twitchkit he cuddled up against her. He wanted to protect her from all the evil shadows of his clan-mates and all the evil fresh-kill! //RAWR!!\\
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Post by 🍂 Elkpelt 🍂 on Jan 8, 2017 0:39:27 GMT -5
Spiritpelt chuckled a bit when Otterkit let out a tiny little growl. "Your going to be a big strong warrior when you grow up." She whispered to him. She thought about the times ahead and again doubt gnawed at her. Could she be a good enough mother? Or would her kits feel neglected? She tried to push away her fowl thoughts but they kept sliping in...
(Timeskip?)
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