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GONE OUR BROTHER | OPEN, PATROL | GONE OUR HEART
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OOC: I have an OC in Riverclan i might use to harass the windclan patrol. you might see him in a bit.
Rabbit was looking over the border, as this was the first time she had veen near Riverclan territory. "What mousebrain would want to live so close to a river? I mean, what happens when the river floods into their camp?"
'Not to mention how much fish stinks when it's only a day old. Bleh!'
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//hello there!
Cobia had been padding along the skirts of Riverclan's territory when a stank, washed-out scent hit his nostrils. THe odor was airy and reeked of old grass and
rabbit dung. VVindclan. Changing directions to follow the wind to the border, he stopped just about along the damp soil of the river bank. A small strip of reeds yearned
for the stricken sun above, faintly brushing against his broad flanks. Copper orbs scathed over a group of lithe felines across the border. There seemed to be a
leading cream-glazed cat; tail and posture giving it away. Interesting. He could faintly hear a different stranger of the group speaking of how terrible life in Riverclan
must be. Hmph. Takes one to know one, he guessed. "Atleast we prefer to not look like we just fell into the gorge every time we move across our territory."
The apprentice let a lifeless chuckle claw from the throbbing cavity of his chest. The opening statement may have been a little..much, yet, the apprentice did not care.
"Hi, I'm Cobiapaw. Nice to meet ya'll. VVe enjoy living close to a river for the...safety of it, food, and strength it gives us. If it floods, we move uphill and we are
gifted with swimming from a young age." A smile flashed alabaster fangs across a crimped maw, nodding deeply to the 'clanners. "Uh, Running on a patrol today?" -
Rabbit looked back to her coat. Sure it looked messier than usual, but that was because she was shedding! Besides, my fur is natually bristly.' The orange she-cat knew that while she had the scent of Windclan on her that she still had the scent of loner on her, and she couldn't help but flick her short, fluffy, and white tail.
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Wrenbreeze padded up to the border cautiously, his lips lifting up in a sneer. Filthy Windclanners. Were they just looking for a fight, twiddling their thumbs right on their border? If he were sensible, he would have kept his mouth shut, and try to avoid an actual squabble. But unfortunately, he wasn't sensible nor was he the type to roll over like a dog and be peaceful. That just wasn't the tom's way of doing things."Look who decided to show up, a bunch of Windclanners with rabbit droppings in their fur," he taunted with a smirk on his face. "Patrols aren't supposed to just stand in place, y'know,"
"speaking" "actions" — tags
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"We're just moving along." Runningspirit promised, tail lashing irritably.//tracking post aa
"speaking" actions thoughts(c) advo
[spoiler=INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 4/19]
GENERAL:
runningspirit | male (he/him) | warrior of (traditional) windclan| physically and mentally 2 years
PHYSICAL:
[CURRENT][/color] brown tabby tom with green eyes
INJURIES & SCARS:
none
MENTAL HEALTH:
no mental disabilities
PERSONALITY:
protective, thoughtful, honest, quick thicker, quick talker, confident
RELATIONSHIPS:
single, crushing on no one; heteroromantic, heterosexual
CONFRONTATION:
physically easy
attack in BOLD BLACK
OTHER:
played by maple
Minty (npc, lilac torbie) xx Tyler (npc, brown tabby) (gen 1)
tag: #runningspirittradwc
tv tropes/bio
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danny raised a fictional eyebrow at cobiapaw. a riverclanner who was actually polite, and didn't insult them on sight? technically, he did, but he made up for it by explaining.
"yeah. we're on a patrol." he answered cobiapaw's question. his tone wasn't exactly friendly but it wasn't prickly or rude either. danny just despised small-talk.
however, his eyes slid over to wrenbreeze as he spoke. ah, here was the attitude he was expecting. he stared at wrenbreeze and blinked. this guy was young. snorting, he shook his head once; if he was younger, he would have done the same thing as wren. i'm not wasting my breath on him, was what danny thought.
he glanced behind him at runningspirit. "hm." he grunted. "what he said." the warrior begun moving along the border, not looking back at the riverclanners to see if they would follow. "keep moving. i want to get this done as fast as possible."
GENERAL &&
danny | past names: danny sanctus
male | masculine pronouns [ he, him, his ]
20 moons | homo(romantic/sexual)
windclan | senior warrior | no apprentice
FACTS &&
denies the fact that he is attracted to males; denies romantic feelings
his tail will unwillingly reveal what he's feeling whether it's a thoughtful flick or an angry lash
despises small talk
APPEARANCE &&
feline [ lilac point siamese ] ref.
a tall, slender tom with long legs and a creamy main color with lilac dusting his paws, legs, tail, and his wide-set, big ears. his fur is short and fine. a lilac mask covers his eyes and muzzle on his triangle-shaped and narrow head; besides this, his almond-shaped eyes are a dull, pale light blue. danny also has a very long, very thin tail that gradually tapers into a point; it is also ticked. a long scar scretches over his back and he does not like to speak of how he got it. danny's gait is almost always deliberate and measured, almost never is he bouncing or energetic. the tom's posture is very upright - he is almost always sitting up straight and will rarely slouch unless extremely exhausted. however, if in a bad mood, he may stoop his shoulders.
INTERACTION &&
medium physically | hard mentally
attack in [ insert something here ]
will initiate fights | will show mercy | ask to capture
— will defend himself | won't kill; will maim
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TAKING MY SOUL INTO THE MASSES
The male was always wary of other clans, but had only become aware of particular situations since becoming a deputy. He looked at the Riverclan cats as they approached, frowning slightly. This was going to be difficult."We are on a patrol, and would prefer for you to leave us be," he confirmed the others by coming up with an amalgamation of both statements. He fixed Wrenbreeze with a steely glare.
(c)trexgirl
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Rabbit
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'Wow, how rude.'
Glaring at the Riverclan cat, Rabbit flicked her ears back in annoyance. "Why not pick up the manners of your clanmate?"
Ambersplash
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"On 'patrol' I'm sure. Hey, how are the dust storms on your territory?" Eyeing the windclan (and noticing they had a short-tailed loner in their midst) Ambersplash scoffed. "Make sure you all stay on your territory, Windclan OR loner."
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[center][fancypost= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]WindClan and their stale, airy scent. Cheetahpaw was next to be drawn over, slithering through the reeds like a shark parting the waters. Her golden pelt, laced with black spots, danced like broken butterflies in the light. Her streamlined fur moved over well-toned muscles, and black pawpads roughly struck the earth below.
She slid out onto the edge of the border with the others, her impish and hawkish emerald eyes peering from a pretty face full of high cheekbones. The exotic wildcat sat herself down, amused with the sheer childness of the insults being thrown around.
Overall, Cheetahpaw didn't think too much of WindClan. They were another group of low-down, dirty felines trying to get by in the world. They posed no concern or interest to her. They were lower than she, not as purebred or aesthetically pleasing. The one interaction she had with them on one of their patrols had bored the girl to no end.Sharp, hellish eyes flickered over to the form of Ambersplash. Childish. She sniffed.
"Unnecessary. Hurling further insults will only reinforce whatever stereotypes they have of our 'bad manners.' We are representing RiverClan. Childish insults towards a clan not doing much will not serve to amuse Cougarstar."
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GENERAL
☆Shalas| Cheetahpaw | Cheetah | female
☆ 12 moons | ages every 100 posts
☆ RiverClan | apprentice
☆ former kittypetRELATIONSHIPS
☆ single | no crush | open to relationships
☆ Biromantic homosexual | leans towards females
☆ mentored by Driftlow | no siblings
☆ npc x npcAPPEARANCE
♕ African Serval [100%] [REF]
- no injuries
- Slim, lean and well-toned muscles. Cheetahpaw has a vibrant golden-yellow pelt, marked with ebony spots and stripes. She possesses striking angular features, high cheekbones with incredibly long legs that allow her to tower over others. One of the tallest cats in RiverClan, but despite this, she is rather short for her species. Her optics are a brilliant shade of viridian. She holds herself proudly. Dark and exotic.PERSONALITY
· BOLD | CONFIDENT | SNARKY
· SARCASTIC | SASSY | DISDAINFUL
· HIGH-HORSED | HAUGHTY | PRIDEFUL
· ELEGANT | WITTY | COLLECTED | WELL-VERSED
· AMBITIOUS | LOYAL | RULE FOLLOWER
· LIBERAL | SELF-ABSORBEDINTERACTION
☆ PM for major injury, kill or capture
☆ medium physically, difficult mentally
☆ attack in bold, speaks in black
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"Always pleasent to have you around Cheetahpaw," said Ambersplash sarcasticly. Truthfully, he wasn't a fan of the apprentice and found her additude to be annoying. Flicking his amber ears he scoffed, turning his gaze away from everyone else.
OOC: I kinda like the dynamic between Ambersplash and Cheetahpaw. Jerks being jerkings to each other is always cool.
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[center][fancypost= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]A quiet snort of disdain left the girl's lips. "Indeed, though I'm afraid can't say the same for you. Sorry." To be honest, Cheetahpaw already knew how he felt about her. She could read it in his face and mannerisms as clear as day, and frankly she didn't care. She hardly gave much of a rat's tail what anyone though about her, though the fact that she seemed to gotten on his nerves was highly amusing. If he was already annoyed by her, it just proved she'd won. That was fine though. He was not worthy her time and she would not deign him the pleasure of an annoyed response. He was not worthy of that; he was an insect, the lowest of the low, and she would make sure to let him see how insignificant he was in her eyes. Bitter jabs and glares hardly got under her skin because simply put it, there was hardly any skin to dig into. She was the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, for the most part. She honestly wasn't sure what the whole point of such a jab was. To rile her up? Hopefully not. She had the skin of a rhino; inpenetrable, and the only reaction that one could pull out of her was the vague sense of irritation.
She twisted her paw around the stem of a reed, pulling it, betraying the restlessness that lay inside her. Oh well. If he wanted to forgo her helpful advice at the expense of making an off-hand, thinly veiled comment because he enjoyed being petty and couldn't stand the sight of her, then so be it. Such bitter emotions were for the weaker kind. If WindClan saw them as idiots now, she truly couldn't blame them. After all, who couldn't, with idiots like Ambersplash in the clan? Cheetahpaw, haughty and high-horsed as she was, wasn't the one for holding grudges. Rather forgetting she and Ambersplash's interaction the day before, she had made such a comment with the intent of displaying RiverClan's sense of restrain. Now they probably all seemed like disdainful, foul-tongued idiots. Thanks to Ambersplash's prideful, disgusting personality and his inability to forget a grudge. He was nothing short of an mousebrain.
// agreed. such interactions are fun and i enjoy the vibe they got going. cheetahpaw will continue to be a bitter hypocrite.
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GENERAL
☆Shalas| Cheetahpaw | female
☆ 12 moons | ages every 100 posts
☆ RiverClan | apprentice
☆ former kittypetRELATIONSHIPS
☆ single | no crush | open to relationships
☆ Biromantic homosexual | leans towards females
☆ mentored by Driftlow | no siblings
☆ npc x npcAPPEARANCE
♕ African Serval [100%] [REF]
- no injuries
- A slim, lean feline with well-toned muscle. Cheetahpaw has a vibrant golden-yellow pelt, marked with ebony spots and stripes. She possesses striking angular features, high cheekbones with incredibly long legs that allow her to tower over others. One of the tallest cats in RiverClan, but despite this, she is rather short for her species. Her optics are a brilliant shade of viridian. She holds herself proudly. Dark and exotic.PERSONALITY
· BOLD | CONFIDENT | SNARKY
· SARCASTIC | SASSY | DISDAINFUL
· HIGH-HORSED | HAUGHTY | PRIDEFUL
· ELEGANT | WITTY | COLLECTED | WELL-VERSED
· AMBITIOUS | LOYAL | RULE FOLLOWER
· LIBERAL | SELF-ABSORBEDINTERACTION
☆ PM for major injury, kill or capture
☆ medium physically, difficult mentally
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BORN IN THE VALLEY — beekit — trad. riverclan — he/him, they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%;]It almost smelled like salt and a tension as delicate as the water's, and he began to make his way over, drawn by the mood. The kit soon appeared, eyes studying the WindClanners with interest. Still watching the stangers, he greeted, "Hello, WindClanners! How are you all?" Eagerly, he grinned, soaked in curiousity.
Although he looked childish, almost foolish, his locked gaze studied the Clan of rabbits and fields. Most of them carried similar traits - tall, wiry felines, nimble and quick. He had heard of them, but less than BloodClan or ThunderClan. And when he didn't have much information about something, he tried to get more. But not at that moment. There was others exchanging heated words, every tone and letter they made to form a sentence previously cast into a furnace, reeled out fresh and thrown into the air, tainting it with bitterness.
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Looking over to the high-pitched voice, Ambersplash almost had a heart attack at the sight of the kit outside the camp. "Beekit! Why aren't you at camp?!" Although his tone wqs harsh, the young tom was relieved that the kit wasn't hurt.
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As the cats began to argue, Cobia sat back and just sighed. Most felines had a prejudice against other clans, seeing them as being less of
a real 'clanner than he himself was. The fawn-tipped apprentice did not care about cats being in other clans except for the fact that he would not get
too friendly with rivals from across the border. Insults were spat back and forth, causing copper tinted orbs to roll within their sockets. Painful to hear
was the own bickering tossing back and forth from the bitter Ambersplash and the salt-driven Shala- No, Cheetahpaw. As jaws clicked open with a
saturated thrum, a smaller framed Riverclanner emerged suddenly from off in a different direction. Furrowing brows were a sign of confusion on the
masculine's features as he stared at the kitten. Beekit! Of course. The little male was known to be avid leaving camp, yet, this situation was different. So close to the gorge?The apprentice's forehead crimped as his sharp gaze switched back to the rude cat proclaiming how strange it was for Beekit to have wandered so far. Couldn't
have said it better himself. Cocoa frosted limbs carried Cobiapaw closer to the kitling, bowing his head and crouching at the hocks. He noticed how alabaster pierced
through the features of the child in an eager grin. Hm. "Hi there, Beekit. I'm sure you know it is not allowed for a kit to leave camp, alas this far out into the
territory, yes? I won't yell at you, don't worry. I'm sure you just wanted to see the VVindclanners." The Abyssinian mix let an inkling of a smile pummel into his
features. Tongue clicked against the side of his cheek in consideration for moments. "Uh, I guess I can allow you to stay here and have a little chat 'cross border
with the other 'clanners as long as you promise to not leave camp alone ever again. It's really not safe to venture out like this. Deal?" Cobia whispered quietly
to the young tom, attempting to make an appeal to the small fellow. He was not skilled at talking to the younger members of his clan, much less in a time like this. Oh well. -
Ambersplash wanted to scold Cobiapaw for allowing the kitten to stay out here- with an enemy clan so close! But taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that Windclan did follow the warrior code, and as such the kit would not be in danger.
It still didn't make Ambersplash worry any less.
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Jasper eyes watched as everyone was arguing. Why did grown cats have to be like this? True, some of the insults came from apprentices, but the older warriors weren't on their best behaviour either. "Childish..." He mumbled, quietly and beneath his breath. Louder, he meowed "Not to be rude, but we came here to set borders, not chit chat. Um, could we please move along?" He cleared his throat, refusing to let out the cough that was building. He waited for his clan mate's replies.
//sorry I'm late!!
[spoiler=info 4/5/17]Jaspereyes| Male| 14 Moons. Ages 2 moons every month| Windclan| Senior Warrior| Bisexual| Brother of deceased Ferret| Best ability: Deep thinker, realist, slightly ADHD| Extrovert, thrives in crowds, nervous alone| Worst quality: curious about everything, doesn't like being 'cooped up'| PM for capture, major injuries, or possible death| Theme song: Who'll stop the rain. [spoiler]
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OOC: i love how the rivalry between Cheetahpaw and Ambersplash is seen as 'childish' lol!
IC: "Hey, not like we were even stopping you," snapped Ambersplash, flicking his tail in annoyance.
Rabbit looked between the Riverclan patrol and the Windclan group. She wondered if all the clans were this hostike towards each other.
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Jasper eyes closed his eyes for a moment. He then looked to Rabbit, and meowed quietly "Let's go, we can leave them here bickering, and actually get the patrol done."
[spoiler=info 4/5/17]Jaspereyes| Male| 14 Moons. Ages 2 moons every month| Windclan| Senior Warrior| Bisexual| Brother of deceased Ferret| Best ability: Deep thinker, realist, slightly ADHD| Extrovert, thrives in crowds, nervous alone| Worst quality: curious about everything, doesn't like being 'cooped up'| PM for capture, major injuries, or possible death| Theme song: Who'll stop the rain. [spoiler] -
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TAKING MY SOUL INTO THE MASSES
Asterstorm was slowly losing his patience now, and had began to grow agitated by the arrival of the kit. He shouldn't be here, especially not with bickering warriors. "Please may you let us pass, we shall not bother you after this," he snapped.(c)trexgirl