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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Dec 28, 2015 19:18:14 GMT
the brave xx xx Coppersky nearly fell over, but quickly locked his legs in an attempt to keep himself from showing weakness. The tom had fought like an untamed monster but it didn't mean he was invincible. The pain didn't bother him too much at the moment, for he was completely focused on his clan mate. "Are you okay?" he asked, disregarding the shock and questions aimed his way. Blood soaked his golden and black pelt, a perfect mix of the rogues' and his own. His claws flexed to keep him grounded, his whole body trembling with tiredness and suppressed pain. "They hurt you, we need to get you to Snowberry," he muttered, almost as though he was talking to himself. Without hesitation, the battered tom forced his legs to work, nearly wobbling over but kept his wits about him with some random luck. Coppersky nudged Duskrunner back towards camp, lending his shoulder, though it soon became a question of who was really supporting who.
(sorry this is so crappy, in a hurry, about to take lil bro and his best friend to see the star wars movie. i should be on afterwards. ^^)
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Post by Kit Harington on Dec 28, 2015 23:16:45 GMT
Littlesun looked up at Wolfstar curiously, bushy tail high in the air. To be honest, the little guy had a weird thing about his height. He was ok with being significantly shorter than almost every other cat in the clan, he just liked having the best groomed tail held the highest. As mentioned, the little tom was curious about ThunderClan's leader's seemingly immunity to his advances. To be honest, it was a shot to his pride that left him feeling a little wounded. No reason not to keep trying, right? Maybe he should bump up his game. Goodness, he never had to work so hard before, it was exhausting to say the least, "I'm not really picky, doll." Did he just call his leader "doll?" At the very least, Wolfstar would find it funny; at most, Littlesun could get banished from the clan. Treading on thin-ice, there, player; cool off there a teeny bit, darlin', you've got a while yet.
Newtkit frowned and his small tail lashed self-consciously and he turned his head away, face scrunching up as if he smelled something sour, "I'm not stupid." He muttered. The little kit made no move to go anywhere near the fresh kill pile. Newtkit started drawing lazy circles in the dirt with his paw.
The bulky apprentice continued grinning, watching his love-interest stumble over his own words, before sitting down amd tilting his own head, "Y'know, babe, I hear you saying you don't like toms, I just don't believe it." Dragonpaw's grin subsided a bit and he brushed the feather off his mouth, ignoring it as it floated to the ground with the rest of them. Suddenly, Dragonpaw moved a bit closer, the pitch of his voice dropped a little, and his eyelids drooped as he gazed at the other apprentice, "You're really cute when you're embarrased. It may be the cutest emotion on you. Though, mirth and hope are very close seconds." He purred, tail curling behind him. Dragonpaw stood and winked again, rubbing his head against Owlpaw's, "I'm going to go ahead and make our nest; see you tonight." He quickly gathered up his nesting materials again and paused to look at Owlpaw, all but trembling with excitement.
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Post by Kit Harington on Dec 28, 2015 23:30:31 GMT
Moooshyyyyyy
I did the looks of my cats
Hahah
I did it the easy way
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Post by Kit Harington on Dec 29, 2015 2:12:19 GMT
Dragonpaw is my babe
I think hes my spirit animal
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 2, 2016 3:59:37 GMT
the brave xx xx The gray tom shifted his stance, feeling rather uncomfortable in his own fur. Something is certainly very wrong with him. Wolfstar made a mental note to go and visit with Snowberry after this patrol, to see if she could find anything problematic with his health. The mouse-brain had no idea that he was sexually frustrated and very attracted to the flirty tom at his side. I guarantee even his mother is looking down from StarClan and face-pawing her self. Wolfstar was startled by the 'doll' that was added to the sentence and it made him feel even more weird but he didn't snap or get angry, as expected. Actually, no one really knew what to expect out of the leader these days. He's been so moody, going from energetic one moment to sullen the next. Must be all the hormones. Usually that was only brought up about females. Yes, StarClan truly broke the mold with this one. "O-Okay, how about we head to the abandoned twoleg nest?" he suggested, his eyes shifting anxiously away. Dang, he could not wait to be on the move. His paws itched to drag himself away from this situation, his tail twitching to show his impatience.
xx Owlpaw blinked in shock as Dragonpaw blatantly ignored his denial of attraction. The ginger tom could only hold so much tolerance but felt his ears grow warmer, blushing heavily at the husky tone of his den-mate's compliments. Then the soft head of the bold feline brushed against him and he felt his tail try to curl in delight. His heart stuttered a bit but the tom was adamant in his idea of being heterosexual. So he stomped his front paw and turned to glare at his senior apprentice, annoyed with being ignored. "I'm training with Tatteredpaw tonight," he quickly made up an excuse, knowing that his friend would accompany him if he asked when she awoke. Owlpaw felt confident that this would get Dragonpaw to see reason and almost huffed out a huge sigh of relief. He puffed out his chest a bit, trying to appear braver than he actually was.
xx Timberfrost stood anxiously beside his mate, nuzzling her spotted flank in a reassuring manner. He'd gone out for a stroll and hadn't even considered for a moment that his mate would go into labor while he was away. She had been having contractions for a while now and he waited nervously beside the medicine cat. Watching Deerspots in pain made him cringe, but he curled his tail tightly around her own, running a soothing paw over the top of her head. "Everything is going to be okay," he whispered quietly. ( we can skip to when they're born, yeah? )
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 3, 2016 0:20:01 GMT
Deerspots was anxiously licking her kits. There were only two left after a horrible birth; she had lost three. Two tiny kittens that needed her undivided attention right now, even though she felt like she was going to pass out from the exhaustion. One had Timberfrost's colorings, and the other was darker, though there were no spots. Right now she could care less about spots or no spots, she just needed to make sure these last two kits would survive the night. She knew it had been a bad idea getting pregnant, her family had a bad history with pregnancies and births, but she had anyway... And now... And now... She had lost three kittens... But she had two keft and they needed to survive.
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 3, 2016 0:48:07 GMT
the brave xx xx Timberfrost had left the den to bury the kittens they had lost. The clan mates that had been watching let out mews of grief and sympathy. The couple were young, most hoped that their first litter would be nice and healthy. Some grew frightened that he would leave Deerspots but those who even dared to think that were obviously fox-hearted idiots. Timberfrost may have been crushed by the loss of three of his kits, but his love for his mate would never fade. So, with a heavy heart, he buried his three kits, pausing to look up at the sky in silent prayer. Then he returned wordlessly to the camp and right into the Nursery. He needed to be strong for his mate and remaining kits. Forcing a smile, he settled back beside his mate. He rested his head atop hers, looking down at their two little squirming bundles. "What are their names?" he asked, before leaving a loving lick on her right ear.
xx Latedawn, suddenly burst into the nursery, a kitten clenched in her jaws. The kit was still but believe it or not, had a pulse. She looked at the parents, silently asking with her eyes if it was alright to lay her down back next to her siblings. It smelled of Timberfrost and Deerspots, so it was very obviously one of their kits. "She has a pulse, her heart is still beating," she explained, her tail whisking behind her anxiously.
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Jan 10, 2016 18:41:50 GMT
I'M SORRY FOR NOT BEING ON!!
Stuff went down here with me, so~ *-*;
Also my muse for cats died. T-T <///3
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Post by ilifoqone on May 9, 2019 13:03:18 GMT
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Post by ogumotumunap on May 9, 2019 15:08:34 GMT
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