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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Dec 27, 2015 18:12:37 GMT
-GOES TO REPLY-
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Post by Kit Harington on Dec 27, 2015 18:15:29 GMT
Thats ironic -pets my hp baby- Hes a malfoy decendant <333
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Dec 27, 2015 18:35:34 GMT
Okay OWLY -snuggles-
not going to lie, didn't know HP was Harry Potter -face palms- I went back and looked it over and then cracked up... cx that's awesome btw
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Post by Kit Harington on Dec 27, 2015 18:43:00 GMT
Ok momo, my replies are going to suck really bad Gosh im so embarrased xux"
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Dec 27, 2015 18:44:09 GMT
-nUZZLES MY MOMO AND FOXEH BABY- <33333333333333333 >v<
I'm pretty sure that Holly is going to start thinking her name is Bean. >v>" We call her Bean more than we do Holly- we've referred to her as Holly like... twice the entire time we had her. xDDD
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Post by Kit Harington on Dec 27, 2015 18:45:48 GMT
Told ya her name is bean wayne
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Post by Kit Harington on Dec 27, 2015 18:46:37 GMT
-wraps ollie in cute bow-
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Post by Kit Harington on Dec 27, 2015 18:52:27 GMT
Damn, damn, and double damn... [ ☃ ] 'Tis the Season. Ooc~
Littlesun; #fd0418
xX Littlesun yawned at his leader's voice and stretched out, his apprentice-sized body curling up with his tail going over his back. After the little flirt had himself a good stretch he blinked his eyes open and gazed basfully up at Wolfstar a coy smile threading across his lips, "Good morning, Wolfstar." His gaze flicked around as did his left ear, "Hunting you say? Will it just be the two of us?" He inquired curiously as he began to meticulously groom his pelt. Xx
Newtkit; #510a9cxX Newtkit sat at the corner of the entrance of the nursery, hunched over and irritated. He wasn't allowed to leave without an escort and at this rate he wouldn't be able to train as an apprentice without an escort. The kit grumbled and tilted his ears behind him to listen for his mother and Deerspots. It sounded like the two of them were sleeping, so he opted to take his chances and crept out of the nursery. He stayed close to the ground, on accound of him not being able to see. He had the camp vaguely mapped out in his mind- mapped out enough that he knew where the fresh-kill pile was and that he was.... Somewhat... Heading for it... Xx
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Dec 27, 2015 19:04:09 GMT
Don't be embarrassed! Your replies are great, really! ^^ I'll respond in a few moments cx
Bean is so cute for a name though. xD
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Dec 27, 2015 19:48:22 GMT
SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR SO LONG- OUR POWER WENT OUT RANDOMLY BECAUSE IT'S WINDY OUTSIDE, AND THEN THE WIFI WAS DOWN FOR A WHILE. QvQ
-adjusts bow and nuzzles foxeh- >v< <33333
She's probably just going to be called Bean from now on I get. xDDD
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Dec 27, 2015 19:54:21 GMT
the brave xx xx While the tom stretched, Wolfstar looked off to the side awkwardly, shifting his paws. When spoken to, however, the tom dutifully turned his gaze back to the rather small tom. That coy smile made him wary but he didn't let it show on his face. "Good morning," he replied, but if one listened very closely, they would hear that the words were a little forced. For some reason the mainly dark gray tom was very uncomfortable, maybe it was the warriors den? Who knew, I don't even believe he himself knew. "Yes, Tigerflower made some small patrols this morning," Wolfstar replied to that last question.
xx Latedawn paused in her walk to watch as a little lump of fur came wandering out of the nursery. Newtkit was on the move, without a guide it seemed. The dilute calico was young, but even so, she disagreed with Driftocean and how she kept her kit under close watch. He was blind, sure, but he wasn't the first blind cat to be successful in this clan. Still, he obviously wasn't her kit and she had to respect the mother's wishes. "Good morning Newtkit," she called in her quiet, lilted voice. Latedawn was on the more reserved side of the social spectrum but she spent a lot of time in the nursery due to her love of kits and was comfortable with the young kit.
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Dec 27, 2015 19:59:56 GMT
Freezing as a voice suddenly spoke up from behind him, his name striking him like claws to the face, the ginger apprentice felt his spine grow rigid as the soft fur along it began to rise in alarm. Gulping, he shakily let his gaze flick towards the tom that had approached him. "A-Alderglow..." He stuttered after a moment, his legs trembling beneath him. Alderglow was definitely an imposing sight, and whether or not he was trying to be warm or friendly, it did little to ease Finchpaw's nerves- if anything, it unnerved him. Had he done something wrong? Oh, of course. Glancing down at the squirrel that had hidden his meager catch, the tom flattened his soft ears to his skull, the dark “mask” that shrouded the green of his eyes seeming to grow darker with his expression. Eyes flicking yet again to the warrior as he spoke, the apprentice didn't respond, his jaws closed tight. I don't see how it makes much of a difference... He thought after a moment as he then focused his attention on his paws. Maybe if he just ignored the tom he would go away- ah, but he didn’t have the guts to do that. “... My bad, sir…” He finally mumbled, his voice quiet and trembling and eyes still trained on his paws; still, he made no attempt at exposing his catch.
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Dec 27, 2015 22:30:55 GMT
Duskrunner - tom - 32 moons old A tall, lean black tom with faint spotting and dark amber eyes.
Harrierglide - molly - 40 moons old A large she-cat with a torbie ticked tabby pelt and amber eyes. She has multiple scars, the most iconic being a set that scores across her muzzle and exposes some of her teeth.
Kestralpaw - tom - 8 moons old A brown tabby torbie tom with yellow eyes and white toes.
Ospreypaw - molly - 8 moons old A dark brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes, white toes, a white chest, and a white belly.
Creekwhisper - molly - 31 moons old A sleek gray spotted tabby she-cat with light green eyes, white toes, and a white chest.
Daisypaw - tom - 12 moons old A small white tom with amber eyes; his left ear is brown.
Snowberry - molly - 21 moons old A willowy white she-cat with mint green eyes and a dark, reddish nose.
? + ? = Duskrunner ? -x- Lizardshade = Harrierglide ? -x- Harrierglide = Kestralpaw, Ospreypaw
Siltwave -x- Lilyspots = Creekwhisper, Snowberry ? + Creekwhisper = Daisypaw
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Dec 28, 2015 3:49:52 GMT
the brave xx xx A strong kick to the side roused Owlpaw from his peaceful slumber, causing a huff to escape his lips. With annoyance, his yellow eyes peeked open, locking on his sister's sleeping form. She appeared to be locked in some strange dream, for her paws were churning fitfully. The annoyance disappeared and he nuzzled her neck fur carefully before backing away to avoid her flailing limbs. Waking up Ebonypaw when she was like this was a bad idea, so he contented himself with washing his shoulder fur. On the other side of him, Tatteredpaw lay in her nest. He couldn't tell if she was asleep or not but he smiled fondly anyway. Owlpaw stretched out his limbs and produced a huge yawn, slowly shuffling himself to his feet. "Time to start the day," he told himself in hushed tones, for some found it strange that the tom liked to talk to himself. Trotting forward, the sleek ginger furred apprentice slipped out of the den, lifting his head to take a deep breath of fresh morning air.
xx Coppersky was currently focused on a shrew that was scuttling through the roots of Sky Oak. His tail was lashing slowly from side to side, but never touched the ground or rustled any bushes. Without removing his gaze from his prey, the tom dropped forward into a hunting crouch, his butt high in the air. Eager claws slid from his paws, slicing into the softly dewed grass. With impressive stealth for someone so athletically built, the black striped tom pulled himself closer to the innocent animal, which had paused to nibble on a seed of some sort. Coppersky, his jaws opening to take in the scents around him, was in his natural element. Though clan life was more civilized, this feline had always been in touch with his more primal instincts. The faint breeze rustled the leaves but by the way it ruffled his whiskers, was blowing in his direction. Wriggling those hips to gain momentum and keep balance, he launched himself forward, claws out and ready. He landed squarely on the shrew and killed it swiftly with a sharp bite to it's neck. Pride glowed in his teal eyes as he looked down at his fresh kill.
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Dec 28, 2015 3:51:51 GMT
-gets cracking-
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Dec 28, 2015 4:46:55 GMT
How in the world had it ended up like this? He had just been out for a walk, hadn't he? Just a simple... Quiet walk through the woods- nothing too obvious or noticeable... Yet somehow he had managed to attract quite a lot of attention. Attention he didn't want- attention that nobody would want in this situation.
"What? Not gonna hit back, sweetheart?"
Gritting his teeth so as to bite back a growl, Duskrunner narrowed his bleary eyes as the sound of his attacker sounded close to his ear. How many times were they going to taunt him? Hadn't he had enough already? He'd been beaten to the point that stars flew across his sight and his legs trembled beneath him- did they really have to add humiliation into the mix? Apparently not, as the sandy pelted tom that had him pinned now still leered at him from his vantage point. From what he could tell, this large, green-eyed foe was the leader. He seemed to be doing all the talking and orders, and the other cats that swarmed around them seemed to stare at him with admiring eyes. He couldn't possibly see why anyone would admire such a foul creature.
Flattening his ears against his skull, he screwed his eyes shut as the tom's sharp claws began to dig deep into his fur. "You don't do much, do you?" The rogue noted after a moment, his head tilting slightly as he inspected the warrior beneath him. Cracking open an eye, he glared at the tom, his chest burning with anger at how arrogant the stranger was. But if he had noticed the glare, the sandy-pelted cat didn't let on. Instead, he lowered his head until Duskrunner could feel his breath on his cheek, and with a curling lip, purred, "... You know, I really don't like doing all the talking..."
In an instant, pain was shooting through his side like lightening as a set of claws suddenly dug deep into one of the leaking, bloody gashes on his side. Jaws pulling open, a scream was ripped from his chest as the sharp clawed paw clenched and twisted, drawing pain from his flesh like poison from a wound. Thrashing, he cried out as he struggled to free himself- a wordless shriek of pain and terror that made even the surrounding cats pause, for it's entrance, after so much silence, was like a bolt of electricity through the air that made the fur on your back rise. And as soon as the pain had started, it ended with the quick retraction of a paw and a single green eyed smirk. "There... That's much better."
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Dec 28, 2015 5:09:37 GMT
the brave xx xx After burying his prey to come back for it later, the tabby tom padded back the way he had come, wanting to see if he could catch anything in the abandoned twoleg place. The warmth of the new day itched over his pelt and to think he'd come out at dawn. With a firm shake of his head, he allowed himself to take a few deep breaths and simply enjoy the sounds of the forest around him. The serenity he felt in that one moment didn't last however, when he heard a pained, terrified scream. Without thought, and with adrenaline flooding his veins, the tom broke into a dead sprint. His ears perked as he listened to the distressed sound, not pausing once when the sound quieted and then disappeared. Coppersky could feel his heart thundering in his chest and kept on the move, opening up his other senses in order to locate the danger. The stinking scent of rogue washed over him, making the feline's fur stand on end. Another scent lingered on the breeze, this one familiar, definitely ThunderClan and the tang of blood could not be denied. Leaping across some bramble bushes, Coppersky appeared at his destination. Sharp teal eyes zeroed in on Duskrunner, seeing his injuries and pain. After making sure that his clan mate was still breathing, his eyes became chillier than ice. With a guttural growl, he leaped forward at one of the watchers, scoring his claws down the flank of the intruder. Suddenly he was swarmed by the rogues and disappeared under the sea of claws and bristled fur. He emerged moments later, covered in a few gashes and blood, but most of the blood wasn't his own. Rogues began to retreat, all aside from the leader. He circled around Coppersky and dug his fangs into his hind leg. The warrior fell, his jaw clenched in anger and pain. His other hind leg kicked out and caught the green-eyed tom in the cheek. The two tussled for a moment longer, Coppersky catching some really bad blows, but in the end, it was the leader of the rogues who was backing away slowly. "Stay away from him," the blood-soaked warrior snarled menacingly, though he could barely stand on his own legs anymore. The adrenaline was fading and the tom was exhausted. The green-eyed tom sneered at them both before sprinting away. Coppersky blinked slowly and turned his head towards, Duskrunner. "You alright?" he asked, though he had begun to sound less aggressive and more breathless.
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Post by Kit Harington on Dec 28, 2015 5:58:48 GMT
Littlesun watched Wolfstar as he groomed himself, paying close attention to the fur on his chest, looking up at his leader through his lashes like some love-sick molly. After a few uncomfortable moments for the leader of the clan, Littlesun stood up abruptly and walked past Wolfstar, purposefully rubbing against him, his tail curling around the leader's neck, "Well, the prey isn't going to catch itself, is it, Wolfstar?" He chuckled before bounching out of the hovel.
Newtkit paused in his exploring, thinking on if he could get away with ignoring Latedawn or not. He opted on the fact that he couldn't, mostly because she already saw him and called him out by name, and also because she had made him loose focus, so he wasn't exactly sure where he was anymore. He sighed and sat up off the ground, his fur dirty from dragging on the dirt, but he didn't mind. "Hi.... L-Late...dawn?" He wasn't exactly sure on the molly's name, but he knew she was familiar and he hoped he had gotten her name right - or else that could be another reason for his mother to insist on him having an escort.
Dragonpaw nearly bumped into Owlpaw as the other apprentice came out of the den and it caused the bigger one to drop all the large plush feathers he had been carrying into the den along with a ball of moss he had had tucked under his chin. "Oh! Owlpaw! Just the apprentice I was looking for." He grinned, looking at the other apprentice with googly-eyes as a particular feather stayed attached to his mouth, "Listen, baby, I think we should take our relationship to the next step. Truthfully, I was going to tell you after I put our nest together, but you're here now, so what do you think?" He pressed his paw on the moss ball at his feet, continuing to grin, "I think owl feathers are extremely comfortable, but I might be biased." He winked.
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Dec 28, 2015 6:14:46 GMT
In a whirlwind of flashing claws and snapping teeth, it seemed as if the rogues that had reduced Duskrunner to a trembling mound of torn fur were swept away like feathers on the wind. It had all happened so fast that the dark tom hardly even had time to register what was happening- whether or not he was being rescued or if another one of those psychotic rogues had shown up and decided that one meager ThunderClan cat wasn’t enough to entertain them… Well, he couldn’t exactly tell. Either way, his trembling heart was telling him to run- run, hide, and lick his wounds; but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to move. Instead, he simply laid there on the blood spattered ground, amber eyes stretched wide as he watched the newcomer diminish the swarm to nothing but a limping remnant of it’s once former menace.
Amazing… He thought, but even with those words still fresh in his head, he wasn’t entirely sure he meant them. It was impressive, sure- the ability to fight off a crowd when you’re entirely outnumbered… But then again, that kind of power…. There was something undeniably frightening about it.
Finally, as a wounded leader limped off and into the murk of the surrounding forest, Duskrunner snapped out of his somewhat awed daze. Eyes, although unfocused and weary, snapped towards their rescuer, and with a stiff jolt of surprise, they were met with a familiar sight. He knew this cat- he should have figured it out who it was from the start! “Coppersky…!” In his shock, the tom croaked out the warrior’s name and was surprised to hear how raspy his own voice was. It was usually something of a gentle murmur, but now it sounded just as rough as he felt- battered, beaten, and humiliated to the core. Snapping his jaws shut, he quickly squeezed his eyes closed and gave his head a small shake, as if to clear it, but that only made his skull pound.
Rolling onto his stomach which screamed in pain as the cuts that lined it met the earth, the dark pelted tom clenched his teeth together as he slowly staggered to his numbing paws. “I... I'm... Coppersky... W-Why are you... How did you get here...?"
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Dec 28, 2015 6:44:22 GMT
the brave xx xx The white pawed tom felt this wave of agitation arise within him, one that he couldn't explain. He'd gone to see Snowberry already about this new found issue but she could say nothing on the subject. He hadn't ever felt what he could only assume was some unknown inner conflict before his time in ThunderClan. Maybe he was dying? Such a dramatic thought, and one Wolfstar didn't want to linger on either. He still had all of his lives but the thought of losing one did not really appeal to him. So wrapped up was he in his own thoughts, that it wasn't until Littlesun rubbed against him that he snapped to attention. The awkward feeling grew within him, making his stomach twist in knots. Where the warriors tail wrapped around his neck, warmth lingered, spreading throughout his body. His ears flattened a bit as he watched Littlesun exit the den. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the dark furred leader followed, his green eyes more openly wary. "Where would you like to go?" he asked, forcing himself to make normal conversation. Wolfstar knew the warrior was a flirt but denied the fact that he could possibly be flirting with him.
xx Latedawn watched the kitten hesitate and knew that he didn't appreciate being interrupted. She took in the messy fur, knowing his mother would strongly disapprove but didn't say a word aloud to the young tom. "That's right, I'm surprised you remembered my name," she mewed, her voice holding a hint of amusement. "You going to get some prey for your mother? You're nearly there, just a few more mouse-tails to your right. Very good memory, young one." She did not want to coddle the tom but also felt the need to make up for distracting him. In a swift decision, Latedawn turned away from the nursery and headed toward the pile herself. If she went in there now, Driftocean would surely wake and she wanted to give the kit a chance to explore.
xx The near impact with his older den mate caused the ginger and black tom to stumble back, his wide yellow eyes growing impossibly wider. "Wha-?" he squeaked, his shock making his voice come out all pitchy. Then came a bright flash of annoyance but even that was quickly swallowed by his forced tolerant nature. He was a bit shocked to hear that Dragonpaw had been looking for him. In confusion, Owlpaw tilted his head to one side. That confusion melted away a moment later when his den mate began running his mouth. Around everyone else, he could keep a level head but when it came to Dragonpaw he felt like he could snap at any second. "The next level? Relationship? Dragonpaw! We are friends, alright? I don't like toms," he said with as much conviction as he could muster. Still, when he mentioned they were owl feathers and gave that wink, it made Owlpaw's heart skip - no. Not happening, no way, no how. "I don't know why I keep having to tell you this," the ginger tom said in exasperation, lowering his head a bit to lick at his chest fur. He couldn't meet the senior apprentice's eye, as though he was lying to him.... which he wasn't! (pft.)
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