"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on May 27, 2019 23:15:18 GMT -5
Username: Spottedleaf123 Cat's Name: Stonestar Rank: Leader Clan/Loner: MountainClan Description: Stonestar is a long but thin tom. Many would describe him as big, but that is only because of how long he is. He isn't large in height or build, only in length. Stonestar has very soft fur that is a medium shade of gray. His entire pelt is just that one color, except for a microscopic dot on his chest, which is white. Stonestar has greenish-yellow eyes. Age: 45 moons old. Personality: Stonestar is a noble and strong leader. He is very compassionate and does not mind lending a paw when it is needed, even if it is to someone who does not reside in MountainClan. Stonestar is confident in his leadership, though sometimes he gets nervous when his warriors or others challenge him. Nonetheless, he is not afraid to stand his ground.
When handling discipline, Stonestar tries to keep things fair. He puts his foot down when needed, but he tries not to give any unnecessary punishments. He understands that mistakes happen, but what matters is if they are learned from so that they do not get repeated. However, at some point, Stonestar tends to lose his temper if he gets pushed over the edge. Normally that only happens after very long days, or if he gets stressed by something else. After he cools down, he is extremely apologetic to anyone he may have hurt. Family/ Mate/ Crush: ((Optional, Please Label)) N/A History: ((Optional)) Password: I was here Other: He hasn't been leader for long, so he still has all 9 lives.
Username: Spottedleaf123 Cat's Name: Embernose Rank: Healer Clan/Loner: WolfClan Description: Embernose is definitely on the smaller side. She has a small body and a slim build, though together it works well to give her a well-proportioned look. Embernose has short, fine hair that is orange in color and has the classic tabby pattern. She has copper-colored eyes. Age: 35 moons Personality: Embernose is a warmhearted and gentle, young she-cat. A cat of few words, she is introverted and reserved. She only speaks when she is spoken to, or only when it is necessary. When she does speak, she is straight and to the point. That is how she likes for things to be. It may seem odd how she came to be a healer, since when their ancestors give omens or prophecies, they are anything but straightforward. Even though that does frustrate her, she understands that not everything is plain and simple. Life is complicated, and that is just how clan life is. There is no way around that.
As for her role in the clan, Embernose enjoys it as much as any skilled healer ever could. She strongly feels that this is her true calling, and she has a true passion for it. She would much rather be doing this than being involved in all the action. Some may view this role as boring, but Embernose disagrees with that. Taking care of the clan and ensuring that its members are strong and healthy is equally as important as defending the borders. She takes pride in that, and that shows through her work.
Even though Embernose does not get it too often, downtime is where she feels the most relaxed. She may be a healer, but Embernose is extremely good at tracking and following scents. Therefore, it is not uncommon for her to sneak off and hunt every once in a while. Sometimes, she gets carried away with it. In other words, she can get distracted easily at times. Family/ Mate/ Crush: ((Optional, Please Label)) History: ((Optional)) Password: I was here Other:
Username: Spottedleaf123 Cat's Name: Dustpaw Rank: Kit/Apprentice Clan/Loner: TombClan Description: Dustpaw is an average-sized cat for his age. He is a healthy weight for his type, so he is evenly built. Hence his name, Dustpaw has light brown fur that has a dusty appearance. He has tabby stripes, but they are so faint that they are hard to see. Not only that, but the dustiness of his fur color hides the stripes well. Dustpaw has pale green eyes. Age: 6 moons Personality: It all comes with his age, but Dustpaw is an energetic and rambunctious young tom. He finds it hard to stay out of trouble. Dustpaw is easily bored and finds it difficult to stay focused on one thing for long. If nothing else, he is good at keeping everyone else on their toes, trying to prevent him from getting into too much mischief.
Despite his recklessness, Dustpaw is strong-willed and eager to learn. His high-energy makes it hard for him to sit still and listen, but he seems to be good at learning the techniques just as well. Obviously, his lack of focus can get on the nerves of anyone who lacks a large amount of patience, so warriors who lack that might be short-tempered with him.
If there is anything that Dustpaw hates, it is getting yelled at or scolded after he did something wrong. Of course this would only be his own fault, and if he just chilled out more he wouldn't have this problem so much, but that is not likely to happen. He will likely have to learn things the hard way a lot of the time, or at least until he matures more. Family/ Mate/ Crush: ((Optional, Please Label)) History: ((Optional)) Password: I was here Other: He just turned 6 moons. Can I start with him as Dustkit, so he hasn't been made an apprentice yet?)
✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ Member since October 28th, 2011 Moderator since May 30th, 2013 Please feel free to message me if you have any questions! [Signed! -Falcon_star] "You're my goofy friend" -✻Dawnleaf✻
Post by Shadowfalls on May 28, 2019 19:25:55 GMT -5
Username: shadowfalls Cat's Name: Sir Pentious Rank: Kittypet Clan/Loner: Kittypet Description: He is a sleek-furred black tom with yellow eyes and a yellow striped collar. Sir Pentious has nicked ears from previous fights as well as a unusual long tail. Age: 40 moons old. Personality: Sir Pentious is known to Wolfclan as that “local crazy kittypet” for his failed attempts to “take over” the clan. Rash and boastful, Pentious tends to be reckless in battle as well as too stubborn to give up his mission-a lovely stereotype of a classic villain. Family/ Mate/ Crush: Several unknown siblings (unknown, most likely adopted into homes). History: Pentious was adopted from an animal shelter and was taken to his current home. Over the years, he has gained a cult following from dim-witted kittypets who worship him for his “missions” to rule the wild lands beyond the twoleg place. Password: I am here. Other: He’s based off of a character from Hotel Hazbin and in roleplay, the leader of a kittypet group.
Username: shadowfalls Cat's Name: Fogflower Rank: Warrior Clan/loner: Mountainclan Description: Is a long-furred silver tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes and a feathery tail. Age: 84 moons. Personality: Calm and collected, Fogflower keeps an eye on her clan like a mother to her kittens. She is patient as well as malicious, making her dangerous with enemies. However, she will do anything for the Order, even going as far as to kill her own kin. Family/ Mate/ Crush: Duskfoot (mate, deceased) and Whitefoot (daughter). History: Fogflower is like a mother too all things, from her family to the Order. Her life was typical and normal, besides the mysterious disappearance of her mate and the Seasons of War. Password: I am here Other: she is apart of the Cult.
Username: shadowfalls Cat's Name: Beepaw Rank: Healer apprentice Clan/loner: Wolfclan Description: Beepaw is a thin-furred yellow tabby tom with black stripes, an usual long tail and yellow eyes. Age: 10 moons old Personality: Beepaw is a strange cat, seeing the whole world as nothing more then playthings or as experiments. He is curious and determined, not letting anything stopping him from conducting “experiments” on both the living and the deceased. He is sadistic as well but tries not to show it to other cats as he wants to gain their trust. He tends to take advantage of his rank as a healer apprentice and would often abuse it for his personal gain. Family/ Mate/ Crush: none(feel free to add them) History: Even as a kit, Beepaw was curious, but this wasn’t the usual curiously that most kits possessed. No, he had an curiously for experimenting as well as for medicine. At first, he would secretly stuff fresh-kill with random things just to see other cats’ reactions. Besides the “harmless experiments”, nothing much happened until when Beepaw stumbled upon an exiled clanmate, who was injured fleeing the camp. Posing as an innocent healer apprentice, Beepaw trick the rogue into eating a bundle of herbs, which contained two foxglove seeds, just to see if the cat would survive. He did not. But despite the rogue’s death, Beepaw wasn’t caught and still maintains the morbid curiosity and sadistic personality he has today. Password: I.Am.Here Other: (is part of the Cult)
Last Edit: May 28, 2019 19:28:14 GMT -5 by Shadowfalls
"When gravity falls And earth becomes sky Fear the Beast with just one eye"
(Both accepted! I will start the rp in just a moment)
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
(Rp is starting, a sunny day for the clans, weather is rather hot as the day goes on but thankfully cool this morning with a few clouds in the sky) (Shadowfalls, ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞, Hollywing the, maxils)
MountainClan
Dovetail yawned as he woke up from his slumber which the gray tom stretched his legs carefully in order to not hit any of his still-sleeping clanmates and then padding out from the warrior’s den, his pale blue eyes briefly scanned the clearing for cats to find that it was empty- or he believed to be empty, you would be surprised how quiet some cats can be or happen to be just sleeping outside which luckily camp remained cool even during these hot times of greenleaf.
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Lynxclaw was fast asleep in her den which if she still had a tail- it would have been curled up around her small frame yet she had to settle for moss and feathers packed around her body, she was currently dreaming of the days when she was a good age for a warrior until that attack which left her injured beyond healing.... becoming a dutifully elder instead. I will have my day.... it is th elders who give advice to the leader..... at least we have some power I guess....
TombClan
Skystar slowly padded out from his den with his joints stiff and achy much to the elderly leader’s annoyance however he wasn’t going to show it to the rest of his clanmates, he looked out through the clearing to see a lithe figure by the healer’s den which he for a moment he couldn’t see who it was until he recognized the scent and the pelt pattern, Briarnose is already awake...? And sorting through some herbs.... hopefully this season will be good for us al.... he thought to himself wearily as the heat had been extreme during midday and worse some days.
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Briarnose was outside of the healer’s den and sorting out some herbs that needed to be thrown out and replaced sooner rather then later; they needed some poppy seeds, clover, juniper and mint. The healer glanced up briefly to see some cats were starting to wake up which she went back to her work as she was dutiful in her duties by finding herbs- after all the ‘nose’ part of her name did mean tracker in a sense. If I was a warrior, I would probably be ‘nose’ or ‘whisker’.... she thought to herself as when she was younger she did use to be a warrior apprentice until she switched.
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Rattletail was curled up in his mossy nest and wanting to sleep for hours on end, his ears twitched in his sleep and his tail twitching ever so often each time he dreamed of hunting. He always had the habit of twitching his tail whenever he was hunting or if agitated- really most of his emotions he had the habit of twitching his tail. Curled up like a snake in a nest... ahaha... he thought to himself for a moment in humor.
WolfClam
Tigerstar grumbled under her breath as the leader woke up from a VERY nice dream until she suddenly sneezed that woke her up, she tried to go back to sleep however she couldn’t as she stood up from her soft nest and stretching out her limbs. “By Stardom! Please let this day be.... less hot.... maybe that’s what The Accursed is like.” She grumbled to herself with a tail twitch she stalked through the den’s entrance.
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Brackenpaw was still asleep in his own nest in the apprentices’ den, he had only been an apprentice for almost two moons now and still the young cat was excited for each day... granted he hated waking up in the early times of the morning and cleaning out the elder’s den... which was the typical duties most apprentices actually hated. Luckily... I’m not alone in it! HAHAHAHA he thought to himself.
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on May 28, 2019 23:02:16 GMT -5
All clans needed more warriors, so I answered that problem:
Username: Spottedleaf123 Cat's Name: Nightfoot Rank: Warrior Clan/Loner: TombClan Description: Nightfoot is a large, thin-framed tom with long legs. His fur is dark as the midnight sky, with not a single dot of white on him. In other words, Nightfoot's fur is black all the way through. Nightfoot's fur isn't long but not necessarily short either. It tends to stick out more at the top of his pointed ears and under his abnormally large tail. Nightfoot has fiery orange eyes. Age: 28 moons old Personality: Nightfoot is a polite but well-reserved tom. He doesn't talk much, especially in large groups at once. He prefers to keep to himself, and therefore, he doesn't make friends too easily. Despite that, the friends he does make are true and very special to him. His loyalty to his friends is unwavering, perhaps even stronger than his loyalty to the clan itself. Nightfoot would do anything for them, even if it means going against the warrior code. Additionally, Nightfoot is trustworthy and will keep any secret, no matter what it is.
When it comes to clan duties, Nightfoot is basically neutral on all of it. Hunting or patrolling the borders, he doesn't have much of a preference. He enjoys both equally, though that doesn't mean his hunting and fighting skills are equally strong. Quite frankly, Nightfoot's hunting skills are far better than hunting. Not to be misunderstood, this does not mean Nightfoot lacks any fighting skills at all. After all, he had to have enough to become a warrior. That is about as far as it goes, however, only having improved slightly with experience. Nightfoot's main reason for that is he is timid at nearly any sign of danger. Instead of facing his fears, he tends to hide or run away from him, and that may be his biggest flaw. Family/ Mate/ Crush: ((Optional, Please Label)) History: ((Optional)) Password: I was here Other:
Username: Spottedleaf123 Cat's Name: Patchfur Rank: Warrior Clan/Loner: MountainClan Description: Patchfur is a small but heavily built tom. He has short fur that appears longer than it actually is because it's so soft. Patchfur is mostly white, but as his name implies, he is patched in a way. Along with the white, he has black on his chest, face, ears, and a little on his back. None of the patches are shaped, except the one on his chest, which is heart shaped. Patchfur has light green eyes. Age: 65 moons old Personality: Patchfur is basically the average warrior. He hunts and fights well, but there is nothing to brag about with those skills. The main thing he has going for him as far as those go is his age. He is an experienced warrior, so he has had many seasons to improve himself. Nonetheless, some others even younger than he is are faster at battle moves and can catch more prey than him. That is not to shame him, though, since some just have more of a natural talent than him.
Personality wise, Patchfur is brave, loyal, and ambitious. His main focus is to protect his clan at all costs, and he will go to extreme measures to protect it. Sometimes, however, he doesn't always think things through and can end up doing something too reckless. Although ambition was mentioned, Patchfur's ambition is not the dangerous kind but the good kind. He only wants to succeed, and he doesn't give up too easily. He is determined and stubborn in that way, perhaps too stubborn at times.
When interacting with others, Patchfur is ambiverted, or in between introverted and extroverted. He can be very outgoing at times, but at other times he is much more reserved. Whichever one he is at a given moment depends on certain things, such as what is going on in the clan, and his mood. Family/ Mate/ Crush: ((Optional, Please Label)) History: ((Optional)) Password: I was here Other:
Username: Spottedleaf123 Cat's Name: Sandfang Rank: Warrior Clan/Loner: WolfClan Description: Sandfang is an average-sized she-cat with a slightly large frame. Her fur is thick, long, very fluffy, and often appears messy because of how fluffy it is. As long as it is well-groomed, it doesn't look quite as fluffy. In color, Sandfang's fur is sandy shade of brown, or light tan. She has brown eyes with an orange tint in them. Age: 40 moons old Personality: Sandfang is outgoing, yet very sassy. Sarcasm is practically her first language, considering how often she uses it. Because of her sass, Sandfang often comes off as rude or harsh, especially for those who don't understand or aren't fond of sarcasm. Nonetheless, Sandfang never means to hurt anyone's feelings. Although she may not show it, she has as much of a heart as she possibly could. She cares very much for her clan and is extremely brave in even the hardest times. Sandfang is strong, hardworking, and she is always practicing her hunting and fighting skills. Because of how much practice she puts in, she has become proficient in both. Sandfang has a soft spot for apprentices and kits, and she loves finding fun ways to teach them the ways of being a warrior. Because of that, she is naturally a good teacher. Family/ Mate/ Crush: ((Optional, Please Label)) History: ((Optional)) Password: I was here Other:
✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ Member since October 28th, 2011 Moderator since May 30th, 2013 Please feel free to message me if you have any questions! [Signed! -Falcon_star] "You're my goofy friend" -✻Dawnleaf✻
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
As morning approached, Stonestar awoke in his nest. Once he had stretched and groomed his soft gray fur, he emerged from his den. Since he was the clan leader now, he didn't want to come off as lazy. He wanted to prove that he was worthy of the rank, and oversleeping wasn't a way to start off on the right foot. Therefore, ever since Raggedstar had died, Stonestar had been putting in every effort to show that he could be a good leader.
When Stonestar made it outside, he saw the sun hanging low in the sky, for it was still quite early in the day. This greenleaf morning was hot, but it was cooler. Despite the scorching heat, greenleaf normally meant good things for the clan. It meant that prey would be plentiful, and with prey being less of an issue, there would be less of a chance for rival clan skirmishes. For that, Stonestar was grateful. Nonetheless, the gray tom also understood that it was always necessary to keep the borders in check. Patrols needed to go out, regardless of which season it was. Usually the clan's deputy would be in charge of arranging the patrols. However, Stonestar hadn't yet appointed a new deputy. Because of that, the patrols were left in his paws. While Stonestar waited for the others to wake up, he began to plan out in his head who would go on them. After a few minutes, he'd decided that he himself would take a border patrol, and he would let Dovetail take a patrol to the other borders but combine that patrol with hunting, since he'd be sending her to the closer border. That could work, he thought, as he waited patiently for his warriors to arise.
✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ Member since October 28th, 2011 Moderator since May 30th, 2013 Please feel free to message me if you have any questions! [Signed! -Falcon_star] "You're my goofy friend" -✻Dawnleaf✻
Post by Hollywing the on Jun 1, 2019 13:47:52 GMT -5
MountainClan
Finchwhisker blinked his eyes open as the morning came. He arched his back and stretched his legs in his nest before exiting the warriors' den. He glanced around camp, hoping for something to keep him busy. The tom noticed Dovetail up and about, and decided to pad over to the other tom. "Good morning, Dovetail," he greeted with a small nod of his head. "Do you need help with anything?"
Sandpaw warily opened her eyes as she woke up from her dream, in which she had been playing hide-and-seek with some other kits. She didn't know what that meant, but she assumed that maybe she had just wanted to be young again and be oblivious to the obvious disapproval of her Clanmates. She buried her head in her paws, unwilling to stand up and get ready for the day. Besides, Dovetail will probably make me do the elders' ticks, the Maine Coon thought bitterly. The apprentice laid in her nest as she closed her eyes again, hoping that her mentor wouldn't come for her too soon.
TombClan
Fernpatch padded out of the warriors' den and smiled as she inhaled the warm Greenleaf air. With the sun bright and the sky blue, the warrior had high hopes for the day. Well, it wouldn't hurt to find something to do, she thought as she glanced around camp to find the deputy. She was feeling rather productive, and going on a few patrols would certainly be being productive. However, she hoped that it wasn't a hunting patrol. After all, what justified the killing of prey? What if mice lived in their own Clans, and the Clan cats were like badgers to them?
It would also be another day for cats to mock her odd ideas, but it was about time that cats did ask questions. Fernpatch had decided awhile ago that it was a good thing for cats to ask about long-held beliefs and try to find things out on their own. It would open up to so many new opportunities!
The warrior let out a sigh and shook her head. She was going to be productive today, and getting lost in thought was certainly not productive. Focus on finding Rainfeather, she told herself. Then you can share some of your ideas to other cats later.
Petalfall rose out of her nest quickly and began to pad out of the warriors' den without wasting a second. As she approached the entrance, she breathed deeply. Her plan for today was to at least go on one patrol and maybe engage in a small conversation with both Shadowstorm and Tigerstar. She had to make sure that her relations with authority were good in order to become deputy one day, after all. She left the den and glanced around camp, hoping for something to do.
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Another day to hide your true feelings, Mintshade thought as she left the warriors' den behind her mother. She avoided looking at Petalfall, as she knew that Petalfall was never interested in conversation with others unless they seemed to benefit her. Honestly, her mother's ways were odd, but Mintshade would never ask about that. Petalfall would see past Mintshade's mask, and all would fall apart. Mintshade just knew that would be the case. But she needed a cat to talk to for a distraction from her inner turmoil. She glanced around camp, hoping for someone to converse with that wasn't her own mother.
Outside the Clans
Daisy perked her ears as she had padded slowly through the forests that were on the outskirts of Clan territories. She had heard about the Clans many times and about how she should stay away from them, but she always wondered if maybe that was where her lost sister had been all this time. Were the Clans even as hostile as they seemed? Probably not.
She thought she had heard the pawsteps of a rodent, however, and lifted her muzzle to smell the air around her. Yes, there was definitely a mouse nearby. The loner dropped into a hunting crouch and slowly crept forward. Her tail was kept above the grasses to hopefully not alarm the prey. After a few moments, she caught sight of the mouse nibbling on a grass blade. Luckily, she was downwind and it would probably not see her coming up from behind. Daisy waited a few seconds before springing up from her hind legs and leaping forward through the air. Her left paw clumsily landed on the mouse, which had lifted its head in alarm. She lowered her head, but the mouse had bitten her paw just before she took its life.
The ginger tabby winced as she noticed blood starting to well up at where she was bitten. She had to find help soon before it got infected - and unfortunately, she was no expert on herbs. Her head turned to where the border of where "MountainClan" supposedly was. Should she take the risk of going into Clan territory for help? Would they accept her?
Formerly a Guest (Hollywing, Unnamed For Now, Heather <3)
“Ah, good morning Finchwhisker.” The Warrior mewed as the gray tom looked over at his young clanmate with him even seeing their new leader coming out from his den as well, Raggedstar was a good leader.... despite being rather eccentric, I wonder how things will turn out... he thought to himself for a moment before turning his attention back to the warrior he was speaking with. “Hmm.... do you know if my apprentice is awake?”
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Post by Shadowfalls on Jun 1, 2019 22:03:11 GMT -5
Mountainclan:
Letting out a yawn, Fogflower strenched her legs before padding out of the warrior’s den, towards the fresh-kill pile when she spotted a pair of cats nearby, talking to each other. I wonder how they are doing, ever since Raggedstar passed away she thought to herself, her eyes narrowed as she studied Dovetail’s and Finchwhisker’s expressions from a distance. Deciding not to look like as if she was “spying” on them, Fogflower padded over to where the two warriors are at. “Good morning” the elderly warrior spoke. ~~~ Whitefoot woke up, her eyes blinking sleepily as she glanced around the nursery. Just Redkit and Snakekit she glanced towards where the kits’ nest was at. Looks it’s just me and those kits for now...until my are born she thought to herself, the tip of her tail flicking impatiently at the thought of being cooped up in camp for six moons. I think those little scraps of fur would be fine while I go out...before I start getting nagged by apprentices again... ~ Tombclan
Run! Darkstar, he’s- Mother, why are you not running!?Dipperwing thought to herself as she was in the middle of a dream. Frozen by an invisible force, Dipperwing was forced to watch as Darkstar, a former leader of Tombclan, was busy fighting off an enemy warrior from Wolfclan. Dipperwing tried to call out but her words fell on deaf ears as she saw another Wolfclan cat stalking towards Darkstar, his eyes lit with glee as he and his fellow warrior tackled the old leader down. As Dipperwing was forced to watch, her heart sank when she felt a familiar, shadowy presence standing next to her, with his yellow eyes gleaming with malice. ThIs hApPeNs WhEN tHE PUPPET fIgHtS BaCk Dipperwing woke up, her heart pounding as the distorted voice echoed in her thoughts a bit longer. It’s ok Dipperwing, it was just a nightmare....yeah, just a nightmare.... she reassure herself, though she was still shaking. ~~~ Rainfeather was at the fresh-kill pile, picking out a sparrow before he laid down and started to eat it. ~~~ Kicking in his sleep, Spiderfang unintentionally kicked Rattletail, who was curled up in his own nest.
Wolfclan:
Beepaw was already up, the tip of his tail twitching as he started to organize herbs into small, neat piles. Though to him, organizing herbs wasn’t as fun as sneaking poppy seeds into the kits’ food. Maybe i’ll do that today.....maybe with a single foxglove seed, if I can find one... he thought to himself, grinning at his idea of performing an experiment on Wolfclan’s kits. ~~~ Owlsight was laying down by the fresh-kill pile, just getting done with a mouse when the blind tom scented Mintshade nearby. “Good morning, Mintshade” he purred, flicking his tail for the she-cat to join him. “I believe there is a big squirrel left at the fresh-kill pile, you might want to eat it before it “mysteriously disappears”” ~~~~~ Outside the clans: Sir Pentious was sitting on the top of a fence, gazing around the forested area while his followers, more affectionately known as his “servants” or “minions”, stayed close by. “Maybe this will be the day when those cowardly sinners kneal before me!” The dramatic kittypet said, planning on ambushing a Wolfclan patrol today, though the feral cats tend to see Pentious and his gang’s attempt at “taking over” as a form of comedy- as well as an excuse to allow their apprentices to “practice” their battle training on the trespassing kittypets.
"When gravity falls And earth becomes sky Fear the Beast with just one eye"
Post by Hollywing the on Jun 2, 2019 16:51:31 GMT -5
MountainClan
Finchwhisker turned his head as he heard Fogflower's greeting and gave the older warrior a small nod in turn. "Good morning to you too, Fogflower," he mewed. Glancing back at Dovetail, he answered, "If you'd like, I can check the apprentices' den for you." Twitching a whisker in slight amusement, he added, "Though, I can't guarantee that I can wake her up or get her out of the den for you."
Fernpatch noticed Rainfeather by the fresh-kill pile and quickly made her way toward him. "Good morning, Rainfeather," she chirped with a bright smile. "Are there any patrols that I am going to be on today?" Please don't say hunting patrol, please don't say hunting patrol.
Mintshade blinked in surprise, unprepared for Owlsight's call. She turned around and approached the blind warrior, sitting beside him. She flicked her ear in amusement as his comment, though she took the squirrel off the top of the fresh-kill pile and placed it in front of her paws. "Oh, really?" she asked. "How would it 'mysteriously disappear'? Would you mind explaining that to me?"
Formerly a Guest (Hollywing, Unnamed For Now, Heather <3)
“Good morning Fogglower,” Dovetail respectfully greeted the older warrior as he then looked back over at Finchwhisker which he figured he could leave to go get his apprentice himself and the other tom can chat with the other warrior, “Well it seems I’ll get her myself.” He shrugged a bit which the gray cat gave a small nod in respectfully goodbyes to both cats beforehand heading over to the apprentices den where his young apprentice was still sleeping away in her nest. “Sandpaw?”
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Post by Hollywing the on Jun 2, 2019 20:49:51 GMT -5
MountainClan
Finchwhisker gave a small nod of his head as he murmured a small goodbye to Dovetail as the other tom was leaving. Turning back to Fogflower, he started to think of ideas for conversation. He recalled Raggedstar's death and how Stonestar was to appoint a new deputy soon, and decided to use that as a topic. "So, who do you think will be the new deputy of MountainClan?" he asked with genuine curiosity.
Sandpaw let out a soft groan as she opened her eyes and looked up at her mentor. "Morning, Dovetail," she mumbled as she stood up in her nest. "I'm doing the elders' ticks today, aren't I? I mean, you never mentioned doing any kind of training yesterday so I'm going to assume so." She closed her mouth before she could ramble on too much.
Dovetail waited as his apprentice rambled on about what she would be doing today until she stopped, “Well it depends on if Stonestar assigns us to a patrol, if not then we will do some hunting or battle training.” He mewed in response to the young she-cat then exiting from the den however he paused for a moment, “Also you have a piece of moss stuck to your tail.” He added over his shoulder to Sandpaw then walking back out into the center of camp.
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
