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    ShadowClan Roleplay Thread, After the Last Hope



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    OOC. :D :D :D :D


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    [size=20pt]Olivenose[/size]

    ShadowClan • Female • Warrior • No Relations

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    [align=center]The slender femme was primly returning to camp, as the dawn broke over the horizon, and flooded the thick pine woodland with streams of blazing crimsons, fiery oranges and bright yellows. Her emerald gaze was clouded, as her lithe, yet compact tortoiseshell-and-white shape slipped through the entrance that led to the ShadowClan base. In her jaws, two mice hung from their tails, beady eyes clouded over with death, heads loosely swaying from side to side in indication toward broken necks. On soft, silent paws, Olivenose maneuvered to the fresh-kill pile, depositing the two rodents onto the crest of the assortment of prey, before glancing around to see if anyone else had awoken. She hadn't been able to retrieve any slumber this passing night, and was honestly restless- she needed something or someone to distract her, be it conversation or a patrol.


    Glimpsing around, her hopes diminished, as she realized very little movement was spawning. A few warriors had since awoken, but had either formed their own thin clusters or busied themselves with grooming. They did not seem to be fit to bother. Olivenose glanced at the warriors den, wondering if she should attempt sleep, but decided against it. However, she did meander over to the structure, seating herself just to the left of it, in anticipation of the next warrior's awakening. In the meanwhile, she did as most felines do naturally- groomed. Smoothing the ruffled hairs of the patched pelt with rasps of her tongue, and removing the dust that had clung to the splashes of alabaster from her recent hunting trip.

    [justify]Smokefoot


    Smokefoot had watched Olivenose come into the camp with the two mice from the shadows of the warrior den. He had just woken up and had sat up when the tortoiseshell she cat had walked into the camp. It looked to him that she wished for another patrol and, as deputy to Shadowclan, he was supposed to be starting organising the patrol for the day. But he had already organised the dawn patrol and he was in it and leader of it. He would invite her on the patrol. 'Morning Olivenose,' he mewed, standing up and padding the sort distance to the she cat and stopping just in front of her. 'Would you like to come on the dawn patrol?' Smokefoot tipped his head sideways as inquiring so he could see he option on her face a little bit better. Then he sat a little while away and waited for a response whilst licking a paw and drawing it over his head.[/justify]

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    [size=20pt]Olivenose[/size]

    ShadowClan • Female • Warrior • No Relations

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    [align=center]The tortoiseshell raised her head, eyes averting to the black tomcat standing before her. Emerald eyes flitted lightly over his frame as she listened to his proposal, before nodding her head in swift agreement. "I suppose I could," she answered nonchalantly, though masking the fact that this was just the thing she was searching for. Gathering to her paws, the she-cat glanced around, whiskers quivering curiously with an inquisitive light illuminating her optics. "Who else will be on it?" She queried, turning her focus back to the deputy as she anticipated his response.

    [justify]Smokefoot


    ooc. because there are not many cats yet rping at the moment lets just say only they are going on the patrol


    ic. Smokefoot twitched his face in annoyance, why did the she cat have to always be so stubborn. Anyways, he mewed, 'The others have gone on ahead of us and we are going to be behind since they are looking at the ThunderClan border whereas we are doing the RiverClan border.' Then flicking his tail to motion her to come with him the two of them padded out the camp.[/justify]

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    [size=20pt]Olivenose[/size]

    ShadowClan • Female • Warrior • No Relations

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    [align=center]With an impassive twitch of her nose, Olivenose followed him, strides slightly shorter then his own, but only in a gesture of respect. He was, after all, deputy, as well as the leader of this patrol. He would lead without challenge, and she would present none to him. The tortoiseshell took her leisure to absorb the familiar scenery of ShadowClan territory- the towering pines and sodden earth of the marsh, the strong aroma that danced through the halls made by the figures of trees. The warrior averted her attention, returning it to Smokefoot, as they closed the distance between themselves and their source.

    A shocking familiar shape twitched. Spiked hairs dragged across the bottom of the moss nest, picking up small bits of un-clumped materials. The rumbling was even along with the rising and falling of her flank. Mistpaw was in deep sleep. The small part of her mind that was still even the slightest bit awake wondered when she would have to wake up, but for the time being her drowsy body showed no signs of movement in preparation of today's work.

    [justify]Smokefoot


    ooc.


    ic. Twitching his ears he sniffed the trail and continued to the ThunderClan border with Olivenose behind him.[/justify]