Posts by Heatherstar.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-family:][justify][sub]Hello there! If you're looking to join, you can find the sign up thread HERE, as well as the plotting thread HERE. Meetings will be held as they are required, including apprentice/warrior and general information meetings. If activity is to increase, meetings will be held more frequently, as is vice-versa. You are encouraged to have your characters interact as they would in a typical, mid-day camp setting (occasionally random events will occur to stir up the thread). Enjoy!

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[sub]The morning was heavy with dew. Damp air in, damp air out as the leader sighed gently. Sunlight had begun to crack through the roots above her, laying within her nest under the large willow tree. The young Heatherstar paused for a few moments, listening for any elders that may have risen early, or even the squeal of an energetic kitten, already out and about. But instead, silence, only the far away call of a bird. For a second, she figured she could rest her head back down on her paws, sink back into her moss bedding, close her eyes and ...

She rose slowly, nimble legs stretching out before she emerged from her den, sharp ember gaze seeking upwards at the many blossoms that cascaded into a wall in front of her. Still, silence. Heatherstar figured, it would be up to her to get patrols going for that day until there was a deputy to handle the task. Time was running short on that, if the moon got as close to the treetops by a slim hairline, it would be an appalling fault, not one she would like her Clanmates to linger over.

The long branches of the willow tree would feather over the long furred she-cat, when she passed through to view the dens etched in rock all lined before her. No one had emerged yet, and she was not bothered, for the sky was still not bright enough to rid a gray light over WillowClan's camp. Soon enough though, just a view hops from the sun, and the camp would be alive with her Clanmates. For now, she sat, peering up at the tree before her. It was always a beautiful sight to wake up to, and she thanked StarClan for that.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 475px][justify][sub]"Good morning to you all." The leader replied softly, warm in her expression as she nodded towards the warriors and apprentices. Her eyes ran over the warriors, although Wisteriapaw had been the first to stir. Someone would need to lead a border patrol, and the other a hunting patrol. It wasn't an easy task to do, honestly, with the influx of apprentices. A part of her was glad that there were no kittens to be expected to reach six moons old quite yet, as mentors still needed to be decided for a large sum of the already existing apprentices. It was important to keep numbers in mind, but she also didn't want to pair one of her warriors with an apprentice wrongly.

She turned to Burdockfoot and smiled, dipping her head, long whiskers bobbing with her movements. "I'm eager to get the day started already ... though my nest is tempting me." Heatherstar was able to match the tone of the conversation with a mischievous look, but let it fall away when she spoke again. "Juniperfoot, I'd like for you to lead a border patrol along the western side of our territory, please take Wisteriapaw with you. Burdockfoot, would you be able to stay back here, round up a few apprentices and warriors, once they're up, and work on the gorse wall?" The leader's feathery tail would gesture towards the prickly wall that made a wide semi-circle around the quarry and willow tree, compiling their camp. It had been a bitter leafbare, dry but cold, and the plant life that made up the wall was beginning to wilt again.

"I'm going to take a short hunting patrol with Cherrypaw, just so there's warm freshkill to be eaten." The mottled blue and white she-cat knew a few of her Clanmates preferred a fresh meal when they woke up, but she didn't mind having to go out every morning for them. Larger hunting patrols were meant for sunhigh. The calm leader eyed the excitable apprentice for a moment or so, smiling after she looked away. Cherrypaw had a free spirit on her, indeed. She worried more about her than she did Wisteriapaw. Though the other apprentice's origins were rocky, she knew that Wisteriapaw had the will to be able to take care of herself. Cherrypaw, too, but perhaps was more eager than the typical apprentice.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 475px][justify][sub]"All cats old enough to catch their own prey! Gather beneath the willow tree!"

Her voice was powerful, beady ember eyes surveying the WillowClanners that grazed around camp. She watched as a few looked towards her and started towards the long furred leader. She slunk behind the curtain of willow branch blossoms, scaling up the tree to one of the middle branches—there was no need to climb the entirety of the massive tree. Of course, she was patient with those that had been occupied and were still making their way over, but began to speak, expanding her volume so it rippled through camp.

"It has come to my attention that there is a shortage of prey within our lands. While it does not appear to be a threat as of now, it's a problem enough to be noticed. From now on, we'll be tighter on rationing our food. First kittens, queens, and elders, then Cloudygaze, the apprentices and warriors. And please, I ask not to grow fretful over this, but please, stay alert." She would always eat last. She had become aware of the fact that she was the one in her Clan with nine lives, it meant that her Clanmate's lives were more precious than her own, she could go without food for an extended amount of time.

"Speaking of Cloudygaze, he's in the process of bringing an apprentice under his wing, may StarClan guide whomever this may be. I've decided on a deputy. But first, Wisteriapaw and Cherrypaw. Please step forward." Her eyes looked for the two apprentices. She was finally getting to tackling the mentor and apprentice problem. Meanwhile, Heatherstar peered at the sky through a slim break in the tree branches. Almost moonhigh. She was cutting the naming of a deputy close.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]He was going to regret this.

He wished he didn't feel that way, but he was scared. He knew that some familiar faces lurked in these places, his old family, whom had migrated from BloodClan to ScarClan. Jet wouldn't know how he would react to seeing them all, he didn't know if he would be happy or he might cry. Perhaps both, it was a natural and popular behavior of the young man to feel so passionately about things such as this.

A third tier in BloodClan once, now something of a loner. He didn't pick fights, but he found himself wrestling with territorial rogues every so often. It built up his body, it turned him from a strawberry loving boy to a lean, muscular, strawberry loving adult. Nearly adult, but hey, he was almost there. Ten months was a lot longer than he'd ever thought.

The bright green eyed Jet Harbringer-Winchester would hesitantly reach the border. There was a scar on his leg, but also newer, fresher ones. A small slash on his flank, dripping blood slowly, lightly. Jet was handsome, although he wouldn't admit it, he might blush at the words. He was a powerhouse, muscle tissue rippling along his golden pelt. It had taken a lot of strength to master the art of elemental powers, though he had only ever specialized in earth. To feel the power of earth, to hold the ground, it became heavy. But through the threatening, the alarmingly fit structure was a chiseled face, mismatched with a button nose and excited eyes, a child's smile. Everything on the outside of Jet spoke young man, but on the inside it was all happy boy.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]Other people. Thank the heavens. Like a hand into a glove, he slipped back into his normal self. But what was typically normal for the serval? "Hellllooo!~" A chipper tone, mingled in with something of an urban accent. A very distinct voice, full of life even when it faced death, sickness, sadness. He could only smile to the appearance of new faces—there was something about one of the four that made something of anxiety course through him.

"Hm, well, my name is Jet Harbringer, Harbringer-Winchester, really, but ..." He paused, lips forming an 'o' shape as he surveyed the others. Not a single unfriendly face, but maybe, just maybe, there would be a grump in this group. Maybe like that kid in BloodClan that had picked on him when he returned. A kid, picking on the golden brawn of Jet. It was saddening enough, but he could only mentally shrug. "I have no real, professional ... fancy-schmancy business with ScarClan, but I'd like to join." He explained with a prompt wiggle of his brows. He glanced towards Delaney, smiling a bit, before focusing on Lithiumpaw. Both seemed friendly enough—he should be more hesitant on assumptions in AntiClans, though.

Jet could only glance at Jemma for a few moments, it still not dawning on him quite yet. Who could she be? The face was recalling enough ... he remembered Sola ... Iconoclast. Pollux ... his mother too. And his aunt. The only bridge between him and his father. Jemma. His aunt, whom had been more of a mentor, more of a partner in crime to him. The sudden realization made him unable to restrain himself. "Oh my god! Jemma!" The serval yelped, eyes going wide.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]It had gotten to the point where the pup couldn't think straight, all in his brain, his veins: food, food, food. Nothing else could had mattered at that point, a low whine leaving Ruby's muzzle. The Bernese Mountain dog was growing more and more tiresome, tongue lolling from his snout, cloudy tail hanging low. He hadn't seen mom or dad in weeks now—and where had his brother gone off to?

Had something bad happened?

Reuben let out another sharp cry in conjunction to the thought, now circling around. The ground he stood on was dry enough to sleep on, but his stomach felt so empty. Without fighting the idea, he still laid down, head resting on his paws. He knew he wouldn't go cold in the night, he would be spared by his thick, tri-colored puppy fur. But as for food? He gave a side-glance to a bush. Leaves ... they couldn't be too bad, right? With a low-hanging head, the five month old pup sniffed at a branch before biting off some of the greenery. He could only wince at the taste, slowly chewing and swallowing hard, as if it pained him. Yet, his stomach growled louder.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]It had gotten to the point where the pup couldn't think straight, all in his brain, his veins: food, food, food. Nothing else could had mattered at that point, a low whine leaving Ruby's muzzle. The Bernese Mountain dog was growing more and more tiresome, tongue lolling from his snout, cloudy tail hanging low. He hadn't seen mom or dad in weeks now—and where had his brother gone off to?

Had something bad happened?

Reuben let out another sharp cry in conjunction to the thought, now circling around. The ground he stood on was dry enough to sleep on, but his stomach felt so empty. Without fighting the idea, he still laid down, head resting on his paws. He knew he wouldn't go cold in the night, he would be spared by his thick, tri-colored puppy fur. But as for food? He gave a side-glance to a bush. Leaves ... they couldn't be too bad, right? With a low-hanging head, the five month old pup sniffed at a branch before biting off some of the greenery. He could only wince at the taste, slowly chewing and swallowing hard, as if it pained him. Yet, his stomach growled louder.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]It was the scent of food that cut sharply through his senses, not the distinguishable one of another animal, neither two. The hunger craved only for one thing, and it was the only thing to be sought out. So when Talia and Giana appeared, his wagging tail sunk down, and he stopped chewing on the green matter. It tasted as sour and rank as bile. But when he noticed the scrap of the thinnest vole, he nearly spat out his "meal", coughing a bit.

Perhaps even before the former leader had offered the prey, Ruby reached for it, chewing, savoring the taste of the kill, closing his eyes out of satisfaction. He should have expected for other animals to be in these parts, but it wasn't as often as everyone thought that you came across a group. "Hey, thank you!" The pup woofed with newfound energy. The Bernese Mountain dog gazed at the identical protruding ribs from either animal, blinking gently. "We can share." He told them after only one bite, tail beginning to start up again through its vigorous wagging cycle. "My name is Ruby. I mean, it's actual Reuben, but only my mom calls me that." The tricolored puppy yapped softly to Giana, ears twitching up and down.

"I want to stay here, is that okay? I hope so. I promise not to eat all of your food."

(No worries + thank you!~)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]Ruby had never been exposed to cultures and traditions of an organized Clan. It had only ever been him and his family. A pack of four—brother, mother, father, and him. Promotions and demotions were an odd exposure to him. How could you let someone take on the role of the mom or make another give away their title of puppy when they weren't anything else but that? Maybe ranks and hierarchy were different here, fluid and flexible like the ocean waves.

"Uh ... um. Okay!" The pup would nod along, big eyes glancing around, seeming suspicious about it all. Was DarkClan another group? And why was it okay to just attack them? Why were others hurting others? Reuben swallowed thickly, but kept a pleasant face. Things were different here ... the group itself acted like a pack, a family. So strangers would unite as how his relatives would and protect each other from threats such as this DarkClan and wyvern? It was heroic! He could be like that one day—his pudgy puppy limbs would transform into practical guns, packed with pure muscle. If he didn't have a family to protect anymore, than he would protect this family. They had given him food and shelter, and that was a reason enough in Ruby's eyes.

(I like this layout a lot!~)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]hello everyone!
im so excited to get ruby around this place yeS

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]ruby is currently in the rift, and plans on staying there unless i believe any where else suits him, but for now he's closed to all types of permanent plots (death, injury, capture)
here are some things to reference reuben on before plotting

[li]no one really calls him reuben it's usually just ruby (unless someone is scared or mad or something then they'll call him by his first name)[/li]
[li]super cuddly lil bernese mountain puppy dog[/li]
[li]total hopeless romantic that will fall for any and all girls[/li]
[li]tries to act cool[/li]
[li]but fails and gets all shy and blushy[/li]
[li]um also lowkey terrifying because he is fiercely loyal and protective[/li]
[li]when he hits dog puberty he's going to get so strONG it's going to hurt[/li]
[li]hes so sheltered from bad things and is rapidly behind exposed and scared[/li]
[li]just wants his big bro back[/li]
[li]pleas don't fight him it'll hurt him in the heart[/li]
[li]bad pickup lines and goofy voice[/li]
[li]based off of bolin from the legend of korra so if u gotta character/plot around that stuff then hmu aye[/li]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]ahh yes of course!
he might get a lil crush on her jus for the fun of it~
ill make the thread and post the link when im done!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]Not all too sure where he was or how he ended up in this foreign place, the pup went nosing through the heath, tail held higher than the stalks of grass that created a maze for him. He wasn't tall enough to see much past the tops of the vegetation amongst the moorland, which worried him, only an act of sleight could retrieve him out of the situation unscathed.

Ruby had been scouting out food, as one does, especially when the entire Clan was in need of some. If it weren't for the members of the Rift, especially that Talia, he would be even less than the thin shape and bones that he was now. The Bernese Mountain pup vowed to help those that rescued him (especially Talia because she was ... she was pretty) but also vowed to protect them. The hungry group needed prey, and he'd been able to squash down a mouse—it was ruddy and gross by the time the hunt finished, and he may or may not have eaten it, sparing others from enduring the flattened food. He felt guilty about that, but at least his pudgy belly was warm and full. Still, he stalked onwards through WindClan territory, cheeks hot as he cautiously searched for his own scent trail.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]well um im tracking this
i could play an azula character i had way back (also i could do a lil sumthin sumthin and make an adoption for tlok because obviously *gestures to profile*)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]no problem at all!
https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2380348.new#new

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]@chanel: ahhh yes!! they should have a thread!

@ronnie: of course! i can't make RN because im going to class so if you could that'd be great!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]The five month old puppy wasn't all too used to the interaction of outsiders, even if he'd joined the Rift not too long ago. It still hadn't been enough time for him to realize exactly what his behavior should be towards strangers, and it may be that he never learned. Always smiling, welcoming, Ruby was as naive as he was warmhearted. Whether that made him a blessing or a tragedy, it would never tell. He could end up in the hands of a corrupted person, or could strike the individuals around him with the kindness he contained.

The Bernese Mountain dog veered his footing away from the cheetah ever so slightly, taken aback by the sudden appearance. WindClanners seemed to blend their scent in so easily to their territory, he must've stuck out like a sore thumb! Ears twitching as the voice cut through his mind, the puppy lowered his head. "Hi, I'm Ruby." He woofed softly, blinking his large, round eyes. "Er ... I got a bit lost, I was just looking for food—uh! I mean, not on your territory! Nope, you can have all of it. I was busting trying to see if there was any food out of the territory ..." He swallowed, tail wagging overexcitedly. "There isn't a lot of food around the Rift, so I thought it would be a good idea to find a whole bunch."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt](lil m&g in disguise shhhh)

WindClan. Huh. That was the second Clan he'd heard of yet, disregarding the Rift. The first mention had been DarkClan, which certainly wasn't what he thought of WindClan to be. DarkClan, he could smell them around camp sometimes, like they'd been around just before he'd joined. Something was scary about them, and he couldn't tell if Rift members were more filled of hatred or fear of the other group. Ruby felt that he was too young to nose his way into stuff like that, it was all trouble. His brother would probably just tell him to stay away from it, almost as if sheltering the pup to an entire world.

He was naive to it anyway, and had tried to do some work for his new friends. They'd given him food and shelter when his tummy had been as empty as ever, and he wanted to make sure that they knew he liked that. Even if he hadn't concerned himself with much of the community, Reuben was quick to take action. Out venturing for maybe a mouse or two, he came across WindClan. There, he had been given a basket of fruit. He wasn't all too sure if others liked fruits but oh my gosh they were delicious.

Without a word, the Bernese Mountain puppy let go of the basket handle he'd been chewing on, pawing at a strawberry. Timidly, he chewed on the berry, a pleasant smile growing on his face.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt]"I want one, I want one!"

The excited woof came from the puppy as he bounded over to the accumulating group, smiling proudly.