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Post by Bird on Sept 18, 2018 13:58:09 GMT -6
A beautiful pale tortoiseshell lay in a lovely spot of sun, right smack in the center of a clearing. She was in plain view of any passersby, for what had she to hide? Her beauty? Her dignity? She had full confidence in those things. Therefore, there was no reason that she could see to conceal herself.
Some may argue she shouldn't show her face around these parts, but she had hardly crossed the ThunderClan border a few minutes ago. One could still see the TwolegPlace if they looked in the right direction. It wasn't as if she was on ShadowClan territory, something that might bring some harsher consequences, as she was cast out from that particular clan.
Dove wrinkled her nose at the thought of it. She was humiliated, spat at, exiled all because she gave the leader a bit of lip and ate a little extra prey! Most cats might see it differently and have another story, but most cats were wrong. It had been a while since she was exiled, an apprentice of just 10 moons. If you asked her, ShadowClan were the cruel ones in this case. The graceful molly flicked her tail, dismissing the thoughts. This was the perfect spot for sunbathing, so that's exactly what Dove was doing, not being bothered by the past. She closed her eyes, beginning to purr as she relaxed in the sunlight and rested her chin on her paws.
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lambpaw
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Post by lambpaw on Sept 18, 2018 19:50:09 GMT -6
Lambpaw wasn't one to be called 'beautiful', she also wasn't one to slip out of the shadows. She was one, however, to not break the rules per say - no, no, she wasn't Rosepaw - but to, twist them. Or at least, sneak out of camp for some alone time.
However, to her dismay, there seemed to be someone at her spot! Lambpaw had the mind to turn tail and report the stranger - after all, they could be from some dangerous group parading around beyond the safety of the forest - but something made her stop. The stranger flicked their tail, their purrs wrapping around Lambpaw's ears and slowly caressing them. Beautiful.
The molly stayed like that for a while, watching, never realizing how this would look, or even that her paws were growing stiff and hard. Lambpaw let a small smile slide across her refined and controlled features. Absolutely breathtaking.
The whisp of a cat stayed there until the moment was so pregnant it had given birth to many litters of awkwardness and was ready to birth again. She crept forward, attempting to leave the tortoiseshell in peace, but her paws had grown so stiff that walking became an awkward beast that seemed to take one breath in, and snapped all the twigs in the area.
Lambpaw stiffened, turning around quickly, unable to think. Where do I hide?
//lol she gay for Dove
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Bird
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Post by Bird on Sept 18, 2018 20:17:33 GMT -6
Dove was having a wonderful time, letting the scents of the forest drift past her nose as she herself drifted in an out of a light sleep. She could have sworn a mouse had run right past her paws at one point, she was laying so still. All was quiet and heavenly until a clamor of snapping came from around the edge of the clearing. The only signal that Dove had heard anything was an unconcerned twitch of an ear, and her eyes remained shut. Judging by the lack of care by which the visitor placed its paws, the molly guessed it was either a foolish, untrained apprentice, or a very fat, deaf rabbit. Judging by a crow's alarm call which came from the treetops, she guessed it was the former.
"I should hope whoever that is has a very good reason for disturbing me," the tortoiseshell said calmly, just barely opening one eye to look toward the source of the sound. She couldn't see what or who had made the noise from the way she was posed, but she still remained unconcerned. Surely it was no one Dove couldn't handle. Her tail flicked impatiently. "Now are you going to come out and apologize or should I just go back to sleep?"
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lambpaw
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Post by lambpaw on Sept 18, 2018 22:00:10 GMT -6
The ability of this molly. Lambpaw couldn't help but study in awe. The beautiful molly simply sat there, still basking in the light, no matter who had crunched on the twig. For a repeated second, Lambpaw couldn't help but feel inferior in her attempts to masquerade as stunning. Flicking her tail, Lambpaw made up her mind, or really, she defaulted. She would attempt to be as beautiful as this molly.
Her stiff paws now quick soft, the whisp made her way over to the sunning rocks, taking a shaking breath before peeking her head out from the undergrowth. A small H-hello she couldn't even muster as she slid from the shadows, her eyes trained on the molly. On nimble paws, she dipped her head in greeting and sat down next to the molly, but under the gaze of her - imaginarily tense or not - Lambpaw ended up in more of a knot than anything.
Panicked, embarrassed, and hot under her pelt, the molly dipped her head again. She couldn't figure out how to ask who the beautiful stranger was without the use of her maw.
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Post by Bird on Sept 19, 2018 12:42:24 GMT -6
Just as Dove had guessed, it was a young cat. Well, she herself was young, but... she liked to think she wasn’t.
I’m prettier, was her first instinct when the snow white molly crept out of the shadows. Her own fur was silkier, longer, her paws more graceful, of course. And yet, she still found herself jealous looking into the other molly’s eyes. Maybe it was how the other’s eyes were such a deep, watery blue or how her whiskers were perfectly symmetrical, but something stirred deep inside of Dove. It was envy, she decided.
Her head rose from her paws as graceful as ever, both eyes open now. She had expected an immediate apology, but that thought now left her mind as she found herself curious of this apprentice. She wasn’t spitting nonsense about Dove being on enemy territory, and she seemed almost nervous as she sat by the rogue. Dove so loved making cats around her feel awestruck or even fearful. A slight smirk found its way onto the Molly’s lips as her ego swelled. Maybe this little cat would prove to be tolerable. ”Well, what’s your name and why have you woken me?” Her expression remained calm and composed, keeping up the appearance of being a beautiful, mysterious stranger.
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Post by plumpaw on Sept 19, 2018 14:10:25 GMT -6
Plumpaw was what many called a cleanpaw. She followed to the rules to a point, raised by her mother, Nettlecoat, to follow the Warrior Code and do well for her clan. Slatestar, her mentor, only reinforced these ideals. As a result, Plumpaw was always the good egg. Always the one to gently tell others that they were close to breaking the rules, never one to bend or even think of breaking them. She was always sure to never be punished and never toed the line between right and wrong, too anxious that she might anger her mother or mentor.
So, when the young apprentice saw Lambpaw slip out of the sandy hollow, she had sort of panicked. She didn't want to get the other molly in trouble, but she would have to break the rules herself to bring her back. In a moment of indecision, the lilac bicolor slipped out the entrance hoping to StarClan that no one noticed her leave. Oh, Slatestar and Nettlecoat would have her pelt if they found her out here. Why in the name of StarClan was she doing this? Because, she didn't want to get Lambpaw in trouble. It wasn't like they were friends but the medicine cat apprentice was always quiet and polite, and what if Lambpaw got hurt?
She had followed the white molly's scent out of camp until she came to the clearing. For a moment, the little apprentice was proud of herself. She was improving on her tracking, a skill she hadn't been the best at near the beginning of her apprenticeship. Slatestar and Nettlecoat would be proud! If they didn't find her, at least. Oh, if they did and word got out, Twistedcreek wouldn't be happy either. She knew her grandfather would make a whole deal out of it, demanding that she be punished accordingly if Slate were too lenient.
"L-Lambpaw? We shouldn't be outside c-" The scruffy-furred apprentice clamped her mouth shut at the site of a foreign cat. Her hackles raised, wary of the intruder. Slatestar hadn't taught her any fighting moves but she had seen some being practiced by older apprentices and other warriors when they trained. The other she-cat was quite a bit larger than the bicolor and clearly older, likely with more experience. Still, it would be her job to help protect the clan once she was older. Now would be a good time to step up to the plate.
"You shouldn't be here, this i-is ThunderClan territory," she said firmly, voice wavering only slightly as she unsheathed her little claws. |
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Post by slatestar on Sept 19, 2018 16:06:53 GMT -6
"What in the name of starclan is going on here?" Slatestar stalked forward, raking the intruder with a harsh glare. A child. Of course. Just his luck. "You need to tell me what you think you're doing here, or we'll drive you out." His voice was cold. He did not have any room for loners in his heart. Nor did he have any patience. No, he would deal with this as quickly and brusquely as he could.
Wait...
Was this...? Dovepaw? She had been exiled moons ago, as an apprentice. A polarizing decision on Rapidstar's part, one he wasn't sure he respected. However, an exile was an exile and having one lounge around on his territory was a dangerous decision waiting to happen. The ticked tabby unsheathed his claws. He just had to wait for an answer. |
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lambpaw
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Post by lambpaw on Sept 19, 2018 21:03:31 GMT -6
The molly, noticeably, jumped when Plumpaw was birthed from the undergrowth. Hello Plumpaw! Please don't- Wearily, the apprentice saw her clan mates fear, and felt her heartbeat on the wind. She's not a danger. Determined to be a branch, the olive-hearted molly rode a breeze to her paws and padded towards Plumpaw, making sure her features were kind. It's alright. She hasn't done anything but sleep. Mutly, Lambpaw placed a soft paw on Plumpaw's outstretched swords. Please don't fight.
Her plea seemed to creep upon deaf ears as Slatestar burst through the same undergrowth that had given birth to his daughter, though his words were edged as where Plumpaw's were padded. Part of willed to paw at his swords too, to show him Lambpaw trusted the stranger, but Slatestar...he was a mountain that Lambpaw was ill-equipt to climb.
She glanced at the molly, barely noting the recognition flickering in Slatestar. Her strange beauty enrapturing the snow molly once more. With her Rosepaw in full display, Lambpaw strode forward and lightly touched her nose to slatestar's shoulder. She means no danger.
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Bird
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Post by Bird on Sept 19, 2018 22:18:00 GMT -6
Her afternoon nap had become a Gathering, it seemed, as two more cats emerged from the bushes before she could even get an answer from the first. She simply scoffed at the second apprentice that appeared. This one was younger, and just as threatening as the white molly -- which was to say, not at all. Dove opened her maw to respond to the pitiful threat but was once more interrupted, this time by a large, angled tabby. Her paws twitched in growing annoyance, but she still remained unconcerned and didn't stir from where she lay.
"So much for being civil cats and having a polite conversation." The lightly colored molly's words were accompanied with a sigh, portraying her slight irritation. She looked over the tom with an expression of defiance, racking her brain for who he might be. Dove wasn't very familiar with ThunderClan, regrettably. Perhaps the deputy, or an experienced warrior at least? "And come now, you look like a smart tom. I thought it would be obvious I'm just getting a bit of sun. This one can confirm that I was doing nothing offensive just now." She nodded towards the little white molly, looking at her expectantly.
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Post by slatestar on Sept 20, 2018 11:42:05 GMT -6
"It doesn't matter what she was doing here. She is not allowed. The warrior code condemns trespassing and those who believe it to be... harmless." he snapped. "I know you are exempt from many of the laws of the code, lambpaw, but this is not under your jurisdiction. If you are going to do nothing but stick up for this rogue then I am going to have to ask you to return to camp and do skmething more productive."
Now he turned back to Dove. "Leave," he hissed. "If you don't, I'll have to ruin that pretty face of yours." he didn't like fighting children. Not one bit, but he had no choice when they chose to be arrogant and ignore rules. |
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rosepaw
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Post by rosepaw on Sept 20, 2018 20:44:25 GMT -6
A commotion! Oh, Rosepaw was excited! Anything was better than hanging around that camp of Thunder Clan's, anything and, by the looks of things once the tom had detangled himself from the undergrowth, Lambpaw of all cats had started it. The curious tom as simply watched for now - mainly watching Plumpaw, honestly, but his gaze shifted to the molly Lambpaw was watching. She was pretty, very pretty, but it was clear that his precious littermate had gotten dibs. Not that he minded, well, that too was a lie, but a small one.
What the tom wouldn't lie about was his reaction when Lambpaw acted like - of all cats - their father, who was a brash tom Rosepaw got the sense that his mother didn't like too terribly much. Family drama aside, Rosepaw couldn't help but give a chuckle at his sister's movements. Ever the peacemaker, she was. Guess that's why she's the medicine cat. He flicked an ear, excited to see her standing up for the new molly. Maybe there was some hope for his silly sister after all.
His joyful mood quickly turned sour after Slatestar spoke to her though.
Bursting through the undergrowth, the tom licked Lambpaw's ear as she recoiled away from the leader, and inevitably back into her shell for another eon.
Hey. He mewed, shooting Slatestar a look before wedging himself between Lambpaw and Slatestar- not that ether one would try and hurt the other, but just so he could shelter Lambpaw, perhaps hide her if needed. he knew his sister, he knew how she worked. Turning to the molly, Rosepaw tried to return her elegant, impartial stare.
It really would be a shame to start a fight with someone as pretty as you. You heard Slatestar, this is Thunderclan territory. Get, rouge. |
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Post by plumpaw on Sept 20, 2018 21:54:01 GMT -6
It was only seconds after Plumpaw had opened when Slatestar burst through the undergrowth, all raised hackles and growls. Her mentor was every inch the intimidating ThunderClan leader, large and menacing as he spoke accusingly. The little apprentice almost shrieked, jumping out of the way with wide green eyes that, while seemingly calm, somewhat betrayed her inner panic. The scruffy molly skittered away, watching her mentor interrogate the molly with harsh words as, internally, she panicked.
Wake me up inside. Wake me up inside. CAN'T WAKE UP, WAKE ME UP INSIDE. I'm going to die. Slatestar is going to murder me in front of the entire clan if Nettlecoat doesn't do it first and they're going to use my pelt--or whats left of it--to line their dens. I'm absolutely definitely going to die and I have no one to blame but myself. Why am I like this? Why. Plumpaw you literal mousebrain. Plumpaw you absolute idiot. You are going to die and you never even got to tell a RiverClanner that they smelled like fish. Good hecking job.
The apprentice stood, positively frozen until Dovepaw started speaking. "And come now, you look like a smart tom. I thought it would be obvious I'm just getting a bit of sun. This one can confirm that I was doing nothing offensive just now." Seriously? She was saying this to the face of a cat literally on the brink of attacking her? And the mousebrain didn't even look worried! She knew her mother always told her to be polite but... The molly may have been pretty, but she sure as StarClan wasn't that smart.
And poor Lambpaw, trying to defend her. Regardless of both, Slatestar continued on his tirade. Plumpaw stood quietly behind her leader, on the fringes of the situation. She stood amongst the faint shadows just as she usually did in situations like these, head down and watching carefully as to make sure she didn't interrupt. Plumpaw was somewhat knocked aside by Rosepaw, ears turning pink as she looked away a bit. Otherwise, she remained in the same position she had been in before he arrived, albeit she did pay a bit more attention to Rosepaw than the others. |
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lambpaw
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Post by lambpaw on Oct 1, 2018 19:54:08 GMT -6
//yoof rushed
Lambpaw was a horribly predictable creature. She felt everything flatten at Slatestar's words, most importantly her courage. Drawing back, the molly pressed into Rosepaw's wintery hot fur, wetness brimming from her eyes. She shouldn't have even been here. They didn't need herbs. She should've stayed in camp. This was a mistake.
In a fury of blue, the stark molly turned to go, but accidently bumped into Plumpaw, possibly sending her backwards, or landing on top of her
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Bird
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Post by Bird on Oct 1, 2018 21:20:33 GMT -6
- ah dont worry bout it, dude. good to see you here! -
'Leave,' the tom hissed. 'If you don't, I'll have to ruin that pretty face of yours.'
Dove let out a sudden laugh that quieted to an amused purr. Their compliments made her ego swell, though the threat did sound ridiculous coming from the little one. Oh, they all thought they were so tough. "'Ruin my pretty face'," she chuckled, showing her teeth in a teasing manner. "Of course you would!" Dove was arrogant, but not stupid. At least, not entirely. She could tell this cat was important judging by (obviously) the 'star' in his name when the smaller tom referred to him, and he certainly looked like he was ready to knock the dirt out of her. While she would love to stay and prove her superiority, she also would like to keep her fur clean and unblemished.
Dove slowly rose to her paws, her motions fluid and graceful. "I'll leave, simply because I want to and the sun is changing. And you forest cats smell bad anyway." The long-furred molly stretched lazily, making sure to show off her shimmering coat as she did so. She gave each one of the cats a quick glance and a smirk, her gaze lingering on the first, snowy apprentice for a second longer before turning around and strolling back towards the boundary line. Oh, she'd be back alright. It wasn't that easy to get rid of the wonderful Dove.
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