Juniperclan RP Thread (members only!)

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    OOC; Brokenrecord can be Brightpaws mum all he wants. PLOTS! Plots everywhere!


    IC; Bob the bug was crushed by a falling as tree as the wind blew.


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    ooc: ooohh yeah saltpaw is male...forgot lol x3
    cool cool cool 8D


    ic:
    Brokenrecord heard the lightheaded laugh of her son's and ambushed him with an affectionate lick on the forehead.
    "What's so funny?" she purred, grooming a tuft of unruly hair on his forehead. She saw the giddy look on his face and laughed before meowing rather loudly. "Lemme guess; you have a crushhh!"


    She often acted like a young apprentice herself, and now her tail lashed in amusement, knowing her son would be mortified.

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    Brightpaw shifted, looking around at him friends who were laughing really hard. He put on a pouting face and pulled back.


    "Muuuuuum! Your embarrassing me!" he complained.


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    Winterbell watched Brightpaw complain and slowly walked out. He had once told her that he liked Citypaw. Citypaw had...quite the personality and she was beautiful. Winterbell had long ago decided that Brightpaw had the right to like Citypaw, even though she was a med cat.


    Brightpaw saw Winterbell leave and knew the cost was clear. He gave a teasing grin to his mother as he planned out his question. Walk swiftly in and ask her! he told himself. And he did.


    "Er.. uh.. Um Citypaw?" He called when he slinked inside the Medicine den.


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    ooc; You said meh character's beautiful. -3-
    ic; Citypaw turned around, thinking someone was hurt. But was relieved when it was only Brightpaw. "Yes, Brightpaw?"

    Brokenrecord purred, knowing exactly what was on the tom's mind as she padded away to go for a walk.

    Creekfall was sleeping in the nursery, purring, with her belly full of kits. she was glad to live here in Juniperclan. she curled up in her nest and wraped her tail around her nose.

    ooc: jeez there needs to be more action around here...


    ic: Brokenrecord tore into the camp, eyes large and terrified.
    "A fox!" she shrieked, skidding to a stop, her voice echoing through the vacant buildings. "There's a fox in the warehouse!"


    ooc: that should do it... ;)

    Citypaw waited for Brightpaw's answer, but heard Brokenrecord shriek. "Sorry Brightpaw, but I need to get herbs ready if there are any wounded cats." The red and white tabby meowed. She dashed over to the herb supply and started to prepare for wounds. (and scene of Brightpaw having to wait)

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    Winterbells swiftly jumped into action and asked Brokenrecord if any cats were hurt.


    Brightpaw saw Citypaw dash off and moaned.


    "Noo! Wait for me-he-heee-uh." he said softly to himself. He dashed off to see if he could maybe scare some foxes off.


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    Why were things like this so hard? Citypaw again forgot which herb was which. But soon an image of a golden flower appeared in her mind. What was it called again?


    Marigold! That was it! Citypaw searched the store and spotted the herb. She carefully picked some up with her paw and dropped it onto a leaf.

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    Brokenrecord shook her head.


    "None yet," she sputtered as Emberstar emerged from the Hall.
    "What is going on?"

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    Winterbells relaxed a little. She looked towards Emberstar and said "A fox attack! They've entered the camp!"


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    "A fox attack?" Emberstar stiffened, and one would have caught a flash of fleeting terror in her orange eyes before she took control.
    "Winterbells, take Brokenrecord and Brightpaw to the warehouse. Don't try and fight it, but just try and see exactly how many there are, if they are older or younger. I don't want to lose my warriors because of an ill-advised patrol." She looked about anxiously. "After the long plague there aren't many of us left to defend our elders and young..." She sighed. "We may have to resort to...the citadel."


    Brokenrecord gasped.
    "We'll have to take the stronghold? But... that's the last resort! We can fight this!"


    "I don't want to risk any deaths, Brokenrecord." Emberstar sighed. "We are heavily weakened after the greencough breakout.


    ooc: so like taking to the citadel is like the very very very last resort to take, when all hope is lost. there's like, myths and legends among the cats about how horrible stuff must be, and the kits have scary stories about ghosts of perished elders in the rooms. it's something that every goes: "gaspahaahhhnooooooo!" at, pretty much. :/

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    Brightpaw, hearing the news, swiftly ran into the med den and lightly touched Citypaws back with his tail.


    "We have to go, come on." He watched his friends run away with Winterbells. He had butterflies in his stomach, just like he always did when he did a dangerous stunt. It wasn't from the fox thing... Ok, maybe it was, but standing there with Cotypaw played a nig factor. It felt so wrong, so right at the same time.


    "Cotypaw... I uh.. Love you." God he was stupid.


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    ooc: aww that's adorable /squeal
    oh and i forgot that winterbells was medicine cat. oh well. they get some fighting training too, right? like leafpool...


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    "Hurry!" the leader cried.
    Brokenrecord bobbed a head before dashing off, tail streaking behind her as she pounded down the worn asphalt.


    The sun shone down on the black tar, and the ground became sticky, almost boiling in the midday heat. The she-cat panted, and for a moment her eyesight blurred, but she shook it aside. She was determined to kill this invader.

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    Winterbells lead the search. She was a very healthy cat and could easily out run so many things. She noticed the absence of her nurse and Brightpaw. Oh god. What is he up to!


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