AsʜCʟaɴ - Advanced/Semi-Advanced - ROLEPLAY

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    Mossheart jumped toward Midnight, pinning her down to the ground in her state of helplessness. She poked the cat on the forehead, leaving a small scratch mark.
    "I win."
    She stepped off, shaking out her own fur as she wiggled all the tenseness out.
    "Well, I enjoyed myself."
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    The dark-furred cat's response, “Yeah, sure.” she said, refusing let her pure anger show in her tone. She climbed to her paws, dizzily walking away, the solid ground seeming to turn into liquid. Her legs gave out when reaching a large and old spruce tree. Her eyes closed, the ground seeming to turn back into a solid, rough surface. Her tensed muscles relaxed, her temper and loss of a battle seemed to fade into the darkness. Her eyes opened for a split second, but her vision failed her, and she was asleep.


    Chestnut followed the tom, his tail twitching. He kept glancing back with his amber orbs, to make sure his apprentice was following them. His mind turned off as he smelled prey. He had just realized how hungry he had become. He managed to ignore his hunger and ignore the urge to hunt.

    [size=9pt]They had set off, and Storkpaw was basically hopping around just behind his mentor in excitement. Almost every time he looked back they'd make eye contact, stopping the black-and-white tom in his tracks in embarrassment. It never lasted long, though, as the young cat just began to bound behind him again. But he halted once again, not because he felt awkward, but because he noticed Chestnut's ears prick and head move a little, and not long after the vague scent of prey hit his nose. "Food!" he announced proudly, almost as if he was taking credit for smelling it first. In fact, he had probably been the last one, but that didn't seem to bother him. Though he was quick to shrink back, pelt hot, when his stomach growled at him loudly.[/size]

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    So, with those thoughts, he quickly padded out of camp. Some time alone might do him good. Besides, he could do just as well as any other warrior in the clan when it came to hunting. He didn't really want to return to camp anytime soon, so after a while of walking, he was near the outskirts of the territory. His tail flicked and an odd scent made it's way to his pink nose. It was another cat. He... could tell it was near... but... He couldn't pinpoint the location. It wasn't on the ground, he could tell that much. Batsong's gaze soon flew to a mouse nearby and he ducked down quickly and silently. He silently made his way towards it before POUNCE! He was on top of it and instantly snapping its neck. Well, he felt rather proud of himself.
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    OOC: Hey guys! It's been a LOOOOONG time since I posted! Reason being, I have been moving these past few days AND I was involved in a car crash :( sooo yea! And sure, why not have Fawnpaw and Shadowfrost continue hunting? It would be the start to the plot ;3

    OOC: Oh good! I was starting to worry somebody else would have to have their rogue join first instead of Ivy. You're just in time, because the dawn patrol just left. Sorry you've got all this crap going on though, I know the feeling.


    IC:Ashstar watched the dawn patrol go. His green eyes flickered toward Batsong when he noticed that the large cat was a solitary figure leaving the camp. The leader wondered if perhaps he should have assigned cats to his patrol. Finally, he shrugged to himself, deciding that Batsong would likely hunt fine on his own, perhaps even better than if he HD other cats to worry about.


    The large silver and black tom padded over and leaped back onto the large flat rock that shielded his den. The sun was warming it quickly, and his chilled fur absorbed the heat as he purred gratefully.


    Meanwhile, Rosethorn was awakening slowly from her light dozing. She lay, purring, with her mis-matching adopted kits, and her silver eyes reduced nearly to slits. She was beginning to feel restless, however, longing to go out and chase prey. Her tail flicked slowly back and forth behind her, a chord of ginger.

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    The femme felt no remorse for playing the little game with Midnight. Her only regret was that the stranger had not been stronger, as it was her will to gain more strength both in mind and body. The femme sighed, trotting back toward her den. While not in AshClan's territory, it was awfully close. However, as she headed home, a familiar scent flooded her nose. She stopped, right in stride, and moved up a tree. A patrol of AshClanners, just upwind of her, seemed to her heading her way. Up in the tree, she moved herself so her fur somewhat blended into the grey and brown beech tree of her choice. She paused, waiting for their passing.


    frostfall
    The alabaster tom, droopy-eyed and lazy gaited, left his den in a zombie-like manner. He was late up, late to bed as well, and things looked dull for the tom. He felt deep chagrin, even despite last night, that he had awoken so late.
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    hawk-eyy wrote:


    The medicine cat apprentice nodded enthusiastically and headed to the entrance of the camp. He looked over his shoulder to see Shadowfrost following him quickly behind, and he raised his tail. On the way he could hear a commotion deeper in the forest. He slowed a little, and glanced at the she-cat beside him. "Is that one of our cats?" he asked doubtfully. He had joined much later, and was still taking some time to recognise those in AshClan.


    [size=9pt]OOC: FOUND IT haha did you post anything after this, Fire~Kitten?


    IC:
    (( I meant to get Terry to up and go with Batsong, but I forgot! Sorry!! ))
    Terry watched in disappointment as Batsong stalked out of the camp. She'd been late to realise it was a hunting patrol, but nobody was available until she had come out of the apprentices den with Haypaw. But that was soon washed away when her gaze flitted over to an emerging warrior, whom she'd forgotten the name of. All she knew was that the pure white tom was her son's mentor. "Haypaw, look," she nudged the young ginger-and-white next to her, pointing a paw in his direction. "You should greet him."


    Haypaw glanced at his mother as he stood up, uncertainty clouding his gaze. He was still worried about having a mentor. They had done hardly anything together at this point, and so he only knew the warrior as quiet. He was still worried that he would turn out to be mean to him, but he kept telling himself not to judge. Doubt evident in each of his steps, he slowly padded up to the white tom. "Hi, Frostfall," he said quietly, though you could hear politeness in his voice as he dipped his head. "How did you sleep?" [/size]

    OOC: I don't think so, let me do that


    IC: Shadowfrost cocked her head and listened to the noise ahead of them. "I'm not sure... shall we take a closer look?" she queried, looking at him expectantly.

    Dovekit yawned, arching her back in a yawn. She padded out of the den, to have long grass hiding her. The she-kit giggled, but went back inside the den, soon enough she would be an apprentice like her sister.


    //It's my bro's birthday today :D

    OOC: I hope it's okay, I put Fadedkit with Rosethorn in the nursery. You can start him off there if you want. OH and now he has two adopted siblings, technically. It might be reduced to one, because Rowankit's RPer seems not to be present.


    IC: Rosethorn opened one eye to watch Dovekit leave the den and come back. When the young cat returned, the queen leaned forward to lick her forehead. She was only a moon away from being an apprentice. Then, Rosethorn looked down at Fadedkit, whom she knew would wake up and resume his energy-filled existence any time now. She shifted to give the hairless kit a lick between the ears as well.

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    IC:
    Breezescar continues to lead the dawn patrol.
    The tom feels like this is going to be a very eventful day.
    He takes a deep breath and continues.
    The deputy then sees a rogue, not knowing what to do.
    He pads towards it and says "State your name and business," but in a calm tone.


    OOC:
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    The loner watched as the patrol confronted a cat below her, one which she could not tell who it was. Her thoughts travelled to the appearance of Midnight, but the femme couldn't see enough of the cat to be sure. Careful, Mossheart backed up in the tree, turning to leap off to a higher advantage point. She wasn't ready to confront the clan, not yet.


    frostfall
    The tom turned his head, amber eyes watching as Haypaw trotted toward him. The polite tone slightly pleased the new mentor, but the male would of preferred a more ambitious question. When are we going to train? How cool are you? How old were you when you caught your first piece of prey? The tom smirked at his own thoughts, unaware that all but one had any relevancy to his original idea.
    "I sleep great, and I hope you did too, because today...we start your training!"
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