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Oops! All Genders! (#36227) Impeccable View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-04-16 21:42:32 |
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Impeccable View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-03 14:20:31 |
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⍟ chennie 🏜️ g1 olive nrlc (#84624) Lone Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-03 15:27:34 |
Sorrowwing||Female||24 Moons||Transvaal||Warrior||Camp||Mentions: [Direct] Brazenpaw, [Indirect] Sorrowwing nodded. "Come back soon. Stay close to Lizardtail, and don't die." As if dying were a choice. She knew very well that her apprentice was a skilled one at that, but she couldn't afford to have another loved one die. Not with in the mental state she was already in. (short) 0 players like this post! Like? |
Arcan (#97595)
King of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-03 23:20:01 |
Bronzeclaw| 48 Moons| Male African Lion| Deputy| Mentions: Open for Interaction Massive, strong paws bore gouges into the dirt, water welling up inside of them almost immediately after their maker raised their foot. A heavy mane, thick and dripping droplets of the constant rain, was fluffed up against the unfamiliar chill in the air caused by the condensation. A soft breeze blew through the camp, carrying with it the smell of mud and crisp, clean air. Unlike the younger lions of the clan, who enjoyed this newfound weather, the giant male had had enough already. Huffing in annoyance, he moved himself quickly beneath a low-hanging baobab branch near the leader's den, awaiting the long trek to meet with the other clans. The Roaring Call was important, and he quite enjoyed the festivities that came along with it. No need for borders or hostility in a time of truce. Not that it always happened that way, but he could hope. Bronzeclaw raised his large head, broad muzzle trying to deduce who else was coming nearer through the haze. So far, he was the only one to arrive, and flicking his ears, Solclan's deputy settled into a state of sullen patience only intensified by the dreary sky. Brazenpaw| 13 Moons| Female African Lion| Apprentice| Mentions: Open for Interaction. Bronzeclaw [Indirectly] A gentle drum of water poured down on the young lioness, her fur soaked and plastered to her lean frame. However, it didn't seem to be bothering her much, as the expression on her face was one of pleasant contentment. It wasn't often that it rained like this in Solclan territory, and the welcome reprieve from the regular intense heat caused her spirits to be rather high despite the fact that she would not be attending the Roaring Call this moon. Opening honey colored eyes, the young she-cat caught sight of a familiar hulking frame, though the deputy seemed to be less than pleased about the heavy clouds and pouring rain. The water running down her flank was slowly seeping into her skin, and Brazenpaw realized that perhaps sitting out beneath the downpour wouldn't be too good for her health after too long. With a breezy sigh, she stood and trotted happily over to the mouth of the apprentice's den, giving her fur a good shake before laying down at the entrance, watching the camp awaken. 0 players like this post! Like? |
WARREN [g1 ticked] (#88005)
Maneater View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-03 23:38:59 |
With a startled yelp the usually reserved lioness snapped upward from her impromptu napping position in the once dry clearing. When she had dozed off the sun had been beating down on her flank in an almost sultry-like behavior. Yet, now, she noted, the sky had darkened with clouds so thick that the ShadeClan felines were probably elated. She, however, was mildly annoyed. Not at the weather itself per say, but at the fact she'd been so deep into her unconscious state she failed to notice that the sky had begun to feriouciously spit droplets of moister onto SolClan's inhabitants. With the sigh Sagewater rolled onto her paws in a fluid motion, she noted that the ground was slick with fast forming mud. It clung to her paws, matting them in the deep brown substance. She picked up each paw and shook it curtly to fling the mud loose as she stalked towards any semblance of a dry sanctuary. In her vision she saw both Brazenpaw and Bronzeclaw, each taking shelter on distance sides of the camp. After a moment Sagewater chose to head towards the handsome deputy, The boabab branch he was standing under seemed large enough for two and she intended to take full advantage of that fact. With a controlled urgency in her steps Sagewater approached Bronzeclaw. "I do hope this spot isn't taken?" The lioness purred, her statement doubling as a question. She began to slide under the Boabab tree's branch. After a moment she elaborated, "I'm so rain soaked I looked like I might secretly be a tiger," she joked in reference to the stripes of rain darkened fur along her sides, as she awaited full permission to claim the dry space she'd slid into. 0 players like this post! Like? |
Century Salvation ☪ INACTIVE (#77658) Phoenix View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-04 12:11:49 |
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⍟ chennie 🏜️ g1 olive nrlc (#84624) Lone Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-04 13:01:47 |
Sorrowwing||Female||24 Moons||Transvaal||Warrior||Camp||Mentions: [Direct] Brazenpaw, [Indirect] Sorrowwing sat down, her head on her paws. She quietly watched as all the excited warriors sat, hoping to be called. Sorrowwing didn't even want to go. Brazenpaw and her would be training. In the mucky rain. She hoped for Brazenpaw to stay. Sorrowwing never got training in the rain, but she knew how to track multiple things in the rain. Warthogs especially. Sorrowwing walked through the cold water, sloshing down on her sides and the camp a mudhole. She wondered if warthogs would migrate over. For a few moments, the female lioness looked for her apprentice Brazenpaw lied down at the entrance of the apprentice den. "Rest. Get ready for our training while it rains." Sorrowwing's lips curled into a frown. "Warthogs." She said, walking off to the warrior's den, resting once again. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-04 18:54:12 |
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Good Natured View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-04 19:11:29 |
Nightpaw ∞ Male ∞ 6 moons ∞ Apprentice ∞ Med Den ∞ Mentions: Dawnflower ∞ Open to interactions Nightpaw looked up flicking his tail as he had gone over the herbs he did know in case they were needed. He tilted his head, what was going on tonight? Oh right, the Roaring Call. What would the other clans say to one as young as he being the Clans full med? Would the Leaders even accept him as a full med or would he have to lie and say Palefur was sick? He had so many questions and his stomach felt as if an adder was slithering around in it, however he daren't touch the herbs, he wanted to be clear-minded when he visited the ancestors in Star Pack 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Impeccable View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-04 21:26:35 |
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Treewhisker | Female | 60 moons | West African Lioness | Location: Camp | Warrior | Mentions: [Directly]: Grasspaw [Indirectly] N/A Treewhisker awoke to the thundering noise of the downpour. It was the day where they were going to the Roaring Call and she was coming along. She walked out of her den, immediately getting soaked. Her pelt became a shade darker and she flattened her ears. Personally, she didn't mind a few raindrops here and there, but not pouring rain. Treewhisker saw her son, Grasspaw and trotted over to him, only to hear him complaining g about his mane. "What mane? I don't see anything." Treewhisker joked and softly put her nose against his neck in greeting. She loved her son so dearly and was glad that he was coming along to the gathering. (Ah, short.) 0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 04/06/17 @ 21:58:49 by BritishAce (#78363) |
Century Salvation ☪ INACTIVE (#77658) Phoenix View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-05 08:33:32 |
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Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-06 00:43:59 |
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Arcan (#97595)
King of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-06 08:10:21 |
Bronzeclaw| 48 Moons| Male African Lion| Deputy| Mentions: Sagewater [Directly] As a familiar seductive voice tugged at his ears, the giant of a male raised his head, his pale amber eyes landing on Sagewater's lithe form. Her fur, he noted, was slick with rain. It took him a moment to comprehend what she'd said, but he answered quickly and easily, giving the female a gentle smile as he moved over. Brazenpaw| 13 Moons| Female African Lion| Apprentice| Mentions: Buzzardpaw, Sorrowwing [Directly] The pretty she-cat's nose crinkled in disgust as her mentor padded away to rest. Training in the rain was all well and good, but hunting warthogs was tedious, dirty, and not as satisfying as it should be. The disgusting pigs liked to wallow in their own filth, especially during storms like this one. She would most definitely be coming back smelling like she had taken a bath in their excrement. 0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 08/06/17 @ 11:00:03 by Arcan (#97595) |
Century Salvation ☪ INACTIVE (#77658) Phoenix View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-08 11:45:55 |
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Impeccable View Forum Posts Posted on 2017-06-08 12:30:40 |
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