ThornClan♠Sell your sins♠Roleplay

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    Pacing to and for, she awaited for her brother to hurry back. The Medicine Cat had sent her brother Dawnheart out of the territory into the bog to receive a special herb she needs for a healing remedy to a deadly poison. She didn't need it now necessarily, but she'd like to be prepared more than unprepared. Her fur was on end. Shatteredsun turned her attention to a brown tom padding towards her. The tom was littered with mud.

    Dawnheart limped back into the territory completely covered in mud. He had sprained a paw from slipping down a steep slope to get the herb his sister calls Bogwart. He didn't know what it does, but he knows it's bitter and difficult as hell to find. He dropped the herb gently and watched as his sister bent down to grab it. "Do you actually need this now?" When she shook her head no, Dawnheart grumbled.

    The blue apprentice was walking aimlessly around camp, tierdly looking for something to do. But nothing appealed to him. He thought to himself. I wonder what would happen if you mix more than one prey item together? He shrugged and looked about, curious if any cat would want to try his idea with him.

    Whitepaw was out alone in the territory with a treestump. It was more of ¼th of a tree. He ran at it with a determined pace and lept. As soon as his paws met the tree, he pushed away and landed back in the spot he jumped from. He kept doing this continuous cycle until he was panting. Whitepaw's legs felt weak and heavy after the little training he was doing by himself. Sitting down, he began to pick away the thorns in his paws.

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    Dovestep

    Dovestep paced along the outskirts of the camp. Her gaze shifted from one cat to another as she thought to herself, what shall I do today? She shook her long, floccose pelage vigorously. Sitting her behind down, she silently cared for her gray fur. Huffing quietly between each lick looking up every once in a while acting as if she were waiting for something, but what, she wondered.


    ooc: im eating an apple so um I only have one hand available (:

    Fawnsong's vision slowly focused, snapping her back to reality. "Oh" she muttered, looking around. Her tendency to zone out often had increased recently, but nothing to be worried about. She was just a spacey cat. Her golden (shoot I forgot her eye color rip) orbs scanned around the camp, taking in every movement. She was waiting for something to happen.

    (i'm gonna kill off froststar the next day of roleplaying)


    Froststar spoke quietly to Silverfoot as they both came back into the camp. "I just.. I feel as if something bad will happen to the clan soon, Silverfoot. Perhaps I should speak to Shatteredsun about getting some type of prophecy.." The long-haired molly beside him laughed gently. "Froststar, you mustn't say such things! The clan is prosperous. We are eating well." They both walked through bushes into the clearing of the camp, deep in the forest. "I mean, look! We have so little to worry about that Whitepaw is exhausting himself." She giggled and tilted her head gently to the side. "Still.. Oh, I'm sorry for worrying you, Silverfoot. Look, let's organize a patrol to get my mind off things. I... I'm sure that'll help." Silverfoot sat down as Froststar called out to the rest of the clan. "Hey- would any of you like to go on a patrol?" He asked loudly.


    (low muse)

    Dovestep


    Dovestep's ears flicked vigilantly hearing Froststar call out to the clan. She leapt to her feet with excitement of something to do. She bounded over to her leader dipping her head quietly with a bright smile along her face. Her floccose pelage whipped in the chilling breeze. She spoke in a joyful & slightly loud voice, "I'd love to join you all on a patrol!". She giggled at herself bowing her head in forgiveness silently smiling.

    Fawn glanced over, tilting we head. "I guess so" she whispered, walking over. It was a fairly nice day out, and she was tired of sitting in camp. Why not? Nothing better to do. The small femme took a seat next to Dovestop, chortling at the awkward giggles

    She glanced over at Fawn queitly a grin spread across her face as the reserved feline padded up along side her.

    ooc- im on my phone and proleplaying as dobe step unless requested otherwise

    ▼ Brokenfoot ▼

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    Brokenfoot yawned, as he pushed himself onto his paws, nose twitching. A yawn escaped his jaws and he moved out of the Warriors den, ears swiveling as he narrowed his eyes to look around. His tongue draw over his partially white muzzle, as he looked for a place to sit, away from most cats. Brokenfoot had no desire to socialize, and just wanted to sit by himself.

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    Buzzardwing| Tom| Senior warrior| Tags(Username)| Interacting with(Cat name)- Open.


    The black colored tom awoke due to a soft morning ray sneaking into the warrior's den. Gaping his jaws in a tired yawn, he pushed himself onto his paws and exited the den. His black colored nose twitched as he arched his back in a long needed stretch. Buzzardwing looked up at the sky. Shades of orange, pink, and purple decorated it. He stared in awe, before he began to groom his pelt outside the warrior's den.



    Birdsong|She-cat| Warrior|Tags(Username)|Interacting with(Cat name)-Open.


    The black and white she-cat entered camp, a crow hanging from her jaws. The she-cat had been up for a while and decided to go on an early morning hunt. After all, the early bird gets the worm! She padded over to the fresh-kill pile, dropping the crow. Looking up, Birdsong took a few moments to stare at the sky, before looking around camp.

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    Shadewhisker
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    Though she was awake, Shadewhisker was laying in her nest in the nursery, stretched out on her side with Her eyes closed. Her large belly had been growing more and more by the day. She was certain she couldn't get any bigger, yet she kept on getting bigger. I wonder how many I'm having. Has to be at least 3 or 4, she thought to herself. A slight tinge of fear invaded her mind at the thought of the kits. She was the inky queen in the nursery and didn't know anyone who'd had kits, especially this many for their first time. Shadewhisker pushed the thought aside, knowing there was nothing she could do about it. Realizing she was hungry, she opened her eyes to reveal two golden orbs and heaved herself to her paws. As she exited the den, Shadewhisker stretched and looked around, eager to talk to someone as well.

    amberfang stood outside the warriors den only waking up a little bit ago taking a moment to take a breath of fresh air before starting a most likely busy day. getting to her white paws her ears perked for any announcements for the patrols and to see if shed be need this morning in one. it would be either that or simply go on a hunt, snapping out of her thoughts briefly by the rumble of her stomach. letting out a soft sigh as she walked over to the pile moving next to birdsong scanning over the pile, "so how are you this morning birdsong." eyes then switching to froststar at the announcement of a patrol "are you coming along?"

    Birdsong|She-cat| Warrior|Tags- @beni-chan.|Interacting with(Cat name)- Amberfang.


    Perking her ear up at the amber colored she-cat, Birdsong flashed her a friendly smile. :"Good morning, Amberfang!" She chirped. :"I'm okay, thanks." She answered, drawing her tongue over her chest to flatten the fur down. :"Yourself?" The she-cat quirked, eyeing to where Froststar was. Although she had came back from hunting, Birdsong didn't mind a patrol. :"Sure."

    RobinFeather was hunched over the plentiful gathering of deceased rodents and stale birds, sinking his teeth into a plump ground squirrel, popping his head up when he heard soft paws approaching. When the queen neared him, he pushed up onto all fours, padding towards her and dropping his meal out of respect. She needed it more than he did. "G'morning, Shadewhisker." I just read that in the most country accent ever.

    amberfang nodded her head moving over to the leader showing her interest in joining the morning patrol. looking back at birdsong "I'm doing quite alright so far," she replied. her mismatched colored eyes looking up at the tom listening carefully to the cat "i see you've already started youre day," amberfang mewed trying to strike up a conversation as she saw the other warrior bringing in a bird.

    "Alright." Froststar began, flicking his tail lowly across the dirt. "Everyone! I would like one border patrol, and one hunting patrol. I will be leading the border patrol, and Silverfoot here will be leading the hunting patrol." The she-cat next to him beamed, excited to be in charge of something. Even though she was the deputy, and should have been used to being in charge of certain responsibilities, she still felt as if she was still an apprentice; Wide-eyed and ready to please. Froststar stepped away from where the long-haired molly was sitting, and meowed out, "Please, I will let you choose which group you decide to go with; But don't make things too uneven. I will make changes if need be. Now- pick border patrol or hunting patrol!" Silverfoot puffed out her chest with pride, and announced, "I can take four or so cats!" She didn't want to make her group so big that they scared of the prey.