Posts by EMPRESSOHPELIA

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  • [ sketch dump + requests ]

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    call me
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    duckpaw !
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  • i lift my mind to the sky (private:duckpaw) and i let it take flight

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    Duckpaw hadn't even realized where his paws were taking him. They guided him like they had a mind of their own, and they plodded on with confident minds indeed. His thoughts were drawn away from the awful smelling waters, swamps now. Instead, he was focused on Redwater and Clearwater and how tired he was of the whole ordeal. His pale eyes even rolled now, an exhausted expression weighing his face. He wasn't like the Clanmates around him, saddened by the separation and the dark path that awaited their Clanmates like gaping jaws. No, it was because of territory. What a selfish thing? Maybe, but Duckpaw believed those who were simply neutral on the matter thought like him.


    How he'd changed... Reedflower would not recognize him. Honeysong was fed up with his attitude, had been anyway. Fishjaw had been so confused, but then that matter was awfully different. Duckpaw had wondered where his older brother's spirit had gone and Fishjaw felt the same about him. The apprentice had never been like this before. He was the youngest in his litter, the runt and the brightest. He was protected by Fishjaw and Honeysong, not really by Rainstorm, his father, but was loved dearly by Reedflower. So.. Why was he like this? Any cat who'd truly known him or was trusted by him had the answer. Otherwise, it was a secret that remained unknown and kept.


    Soon, his paws stopped. It was abrupt, and his body actually jolted with the sudden stop. He caught RiverClan scent, barely strong against the smell of herbs. Well.. a certain herb and a certain RiverClan smell. It was no strange she-cat, he'd met her before! Yet, not enough to give the scent a name. Looking down at his paws, the pale brute grimaced. Why was he always tying himself up with others? What sick mind joke was this? He followed the scent, catching sight of thick, pale tabby fur. His elven ears twitched as his face became mutual.


    "Hey. I know you. What are you doing here? Especially around the Twolegplace? With..," his pale nose twitched violently. "Catnip?" He'd heard the abusive cats in BloodClan sniffing the stuff like breathing air. They used it for pleasurable highs, to say phony words of love and to make it too or simply the weightless feeling. Duckpaw had considered it, then decided against it moons ago. It was evident he'd hate to have a litter over some fateful night of catnip where he'd never see their mother again. It was too much of a burden, and so he stared at the delicious fronds with his usual blank look, considering them for a while.


    [sorry, forgot it ;-;]
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  • FORFEIT THE GAME | O; INTRODUCTION

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    call me
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    Then a shock rippled very lightly throughout his body. Looking over his shoulder, elven ears heated up in embarrassment despite the dead look he gave Ripplestorm. He hadn't forgotten she was leader of Clearwater and, as the high she-cat she was, how offensive his words might've came off. His outward expressions might seem careless, but not all of Duckpaw's kitten kindness had died. Somewhere in his heart, he really wished he'd been more careful. He felt like a normal apprentice as remorse settled in his bones but did not pass across his face. The only sign it had even affected him was the quick flattening of his tall ears to his crown.


    "Oh Ripplestorm. My apologies, I forgot you were there," he muttered, giving the dark gray femora a blank look. Blinking at her a few times, he gave a very weak and crooked smile towards Mouseclaw's direction as he backed behind the leader. It was very.. unattractive look. It didn't fit him well in the least, if it was genuine he might've been really handsome, but instead it was very unlike him. So his lids fell over icy blue eyes and he looked away towards the forest, as if nothing had interested him. His elven ears twitched a bit, taking in the sounds around him.[/fancypost]
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  • EVERYONE ATTACK! (OPEN BLOODCLAN ATTACK) RETREAT!

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    His stump of a tail wagged, as it normally did when something seemed out of balance. He turned on his 'duck' tail, bright white ivories bared as pale eyes narrowed irritably. It wouldn't stop exactly until the balance in the world was settled, and that was the first suspicious glance he cast around the edges of camp. All the thoughts that swarmed him like a thick, rushing, sable river seemed to dry up in the heat of the moment. It didn't become fog, but dissipated into nothingness as he rose to his long legs and trotted cautiously over to Alice. He blinked at Garlickit, then turned on the medicine cat apprentice with a slight grunt.


    "Hey. Is everything alright?" It was in it's usually emotionless tone, respectful and short so that it came off as a bit of a statement instead of a question as intended.
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  • OFFICIAL CLEARWATER APPRENTICE / MENTOR FINDER

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    He's free for grabs still!
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  • I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR DREAM [duckpaw's death, o/leaving]

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    Blood dripped in rivulets into his eyes, trickling into his mouth. Water lapped at his hind legs and dragged at his medium cream fur. There was no one who could tell if this was a murder or his own doing, but there was one clear fact. He was carried here by a current, but he could have also been dragged. The water disguised any scent, and Duckpaw was dead, unable to voice who the murder was. It was terrible omen to leave behind, a murder victim or an accident? His left hindleg was surely twisted, pulled at an odd angle and obviously broken. And so was his dead heart, for the cruelest thing out of his death was...


    He loved his Clan, and he hadn't even said goodbye.


    Yes lovelies! This prince is leaving. I've got no muse for him, and instead recreated him a bit into my newest character Andromeda. Perhaps I'll come back, but until then I'm very sorry. RiverClan is been kind and I've met plenty of lovely people! <33
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  • wish me luck // open

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    Although she rather interested in why he'd been waking up nearly every night. At first she'd slept through it, but lately she too as waking with him. Despite detesting the tabby, Monarchwing knew she had to be mature about the situation. So, as her muscles ached whilst standing, she numbly followed Tatteredpelt out the den. Purring at the sight of her "grandson", she was a bit unsettled by how he called Tatteredpelt grandfather. "Ah yes, good morning Wasppaw, you're continuing to look like a handsome lad," Monarchwing commented in her deep, motherly tone that rumbled from her throat. Emerald optics then alighted on Tatteredpelt. "Distressed? You should seek help Tatteredpelt," the older she-cat then spoke, her voice no longer soft and instead sharp and cold.
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  • TELL ME WHY (joining)

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    Wisteriabloom came up behind the inquiring ThunderClan warriors, looking over their shoulders to catch sight of a tabby tom in rather poor shape. Sympathy settled in her sapphire gaze, mottled chocolate tail raising high in the air and swaying welcomingly. She was an elegant, youthful femme like most of the ThunderClanners, just as welcoming and light-hearted as Daisystem appeared to be. Glancing at the said, medicine cat apprentice, the young Warrior sat back to watch the ordeal with a spark of interest. It wasn't that she had joined moons ago, she was born here, but for quite some time she'd been introverted, quiet and shy compared to her sister Mossflight. Now, before she became a grumpy elder, Wisteriabloom had decided on being much more out-going than lazy, sitting around on her bum all day cowering at her fellow Clanmates.


    However, she remained silent, eyes bright as they turned on the newcomer. A slight frown tugged at her black lips though, the emotion not complementing the beauty and optimism she often displayed. He really did look awful, in the most polite way of course. Perhaps, if given the chance, she'd be able to ask him what had made him so clumsy has to hit his head hard enough to not remember anything? Maybe even teach him, because he was a stranger on their land, how to be more approachable?[/fancypost]


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  • THUNDERCLAN WINTER EVENTS! | major changes + plots

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    Track! This looks very exciting .o.
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  • plot with weaselheart?

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    Weasel and Wisteria? ^^[/fancypost]


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  • START OVER, O DARLING || open + joiner

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    The chocolate tortie padded silently after Adderstar, willowy figure weaving past foilage to catch up to the red and white femme. It seemed these days they were evoking countless visitors in which were not safe to accept. Personally Wisteriabloom wished the cautious apprentice tortoiseshell hadn't come their way. Sickness was spreading through camp, an illness that was becoming more and more common amongst her Clanmates. Many had fallen. Victim to.death because of the outbreak, and pity welled up in sapphire orbs. Surely Adderstar would kindly rebuke the apprentice's offer?


    Nevertheless, Wisteria released a warm purr and her tail swayed like a welcoming banner. The young warrior sat at her leader's side, letting Adder star interrogate the tortoiseshell before them.[/fancypost]


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  • NOTICES & UPDATES | 1/1/17

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    Track! Looking forward to meeting those in ThunderClan <33[/fancypost]


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  • WHO'S GONNA HELP OUR SOULS TONIGHT? [o, sick]

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    Just when she was trying to break free from her bashful, silent shell, Wisteriabloom was beginning to feel awful. It'd begun with a headache, pounding at first before it became dizzying. The mottled goddess had dismissed it as a minor thing, something that'd come to pass, but even she should've known better. ThunderClan was witnessing another of its many horrific days with this dastardly outbreak. Even worse, the headache had spread to mere aches and pains in her joints and a tight, dryness in her throat. A brittle sigh passed through black lips, making her sides shutter with the effort.


    Sapphire eyes were glazed, partially in pain and partially in sickness. Wisteriabloom still had so many to meet though! After being such a wallflower of a child, she was ready to be social and be an adventurer! Alas, such thoughts were delayed because of such a god awful illness that'd chosen her as its victim. A hiss made the willowy, chocolate tortoiseshell grit her teeth as she made a futile effort to stand. Back on the floor she collapsed, a low groan emitting from her throat as she exhaled sharply in defeat.


    "Out of all the things I could've faced," Wisteriabloom muttered discouragingly, a heavy sigh turning into a fit of dry coughing.[/fancypost]


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  • WHO'S GONNA HELP OUR SOULS TONIGHT? [o, sick]

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    A bright light shone in Wisteriabloom's darkened sapphire orbs as she saw Mossflight. She rarely got to see her sister, and now the unexpectedness of the Siamese being pregnant further put her head in a flurry. Who was the sire of this bundle, and how careless had he been as to interfere with a future leader's duties! A queen, a deputy, and what else? A fire-breathing cat!? Becoming quite defensive of Mossflight mentally, the world about the chocolate tortoiseshell spun. It had just been awhile, was all, and she'd needed to tell her something. Something important that had been nagging at her being for well... quite some time to say the least.


    The young warrior's eyes then flicked to Spottedpaw and Emberpaw, a choppy purr rising in her throat, only to shake her figure with the subtle vibrations. Both apprentice's voices buzzed in her ears like the stinging of wasps and Wisteriabloom groaned again at the few words she could pick out. "Thank you both... greatly appreciate, your help." The willowy goddess raised her head a bit, her headache worsening at the noise. "I-I bet it's just a cold. With Leaf-bare around, yellowcough isn't going to be the only thing passed around.. C-cold's could come too," Wisteriabloom tried to lighten the matter in a raspy voice, contradicting the normal savory tone she spoke in. It only took her a moment, though, to realize her words had been anything but comforting. Oh StarClan...


    Her glazed, ocean blue gaze then lifted up to the medicine cat, a wavering, crooked smile shakily turning up her black lips."Water...," the mottled dame croaked. Ah, that sounded refreshing. Nice, cold water to sooth this headache and her dry throat, then she'd be more pleasant.[/fancypost]


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  • PLOT WITH THRUSHPELT?

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    Thrush and Wisteria, I think she'd be amused watching him take care of the kits and maybe even help him? She needs to interact more.. but, she's sorta sick cx[/fancypost]


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  • FAMILIAR FACES | OPEN

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    Wisteriabloom had a few, to a long days of recovery, but her sickness had been delayed nevertheless. Her mission, speaking to her ThunderClan comrades after moons of being a little recluse, had been intercepted by her symptoms of yellowcough. Unable to believe she was ill, Wisteriabloom argued it as merely a cold in leaf-bare, something to be expected. After all, yellowcough wasn't the only sickness in the world! But her optimism and hope of communicating with others was depleting, and so she was forced to turn into a very stubborn and determined young thing. The chocolate tortoiseshell approached Owldapple now, a name she'd only heard but wasn't exactly familiar with.


    "I-I can go," she stuttered uncharacteristically, her throat a bit raspy. Usually a pleasure, the mottled dame flattened her ears to her head in embarrassment. She supposed she'd have to be silent, as to not give further evidence she was unwell.[/fancypost]


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  • DECEMBER POST COUNT! [OOC ANNOUNCEMENT]

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    Yaay! I too appreciate ThunderClan's welcoming environment when I joined, and I'm happy I did <3 Thank you all! no wonder why we've been having so much joining requests haha![/fancypost]


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  • PLOT WITH THRUSHPELT?

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    Something of the sort! ^^
    Wisteria needs to be interactive and have some more going on with her life[/fancypost]


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  • SHE'S EVERYTHING TO EVERYONE ▪ TRAD TC DEPUTY X MEDICINE CAT PLOT LOVE LITTER

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    Auntie track! <3[/fancypost]


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  • I USED TO RULE THE WORLD — OPEN; PERSONAL ANNOUNCEMENT

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    Kittens? Mosslight was having another litter? Pride burst from Wisterbloom, mottled tail curling with glee. However, it was well contained in a soft smile and a warm, sapphire look. Though she was overwhelmed with joy, the molly was conflicted by her sister's decision. Not revealing the father? Even to kin? She hoped the truth was not restricted to the extent of blood. She loved Mossflight, had followed her around as a quiet and obedient little child all her life. She hoped her sister would trust her enough.


    "Congratulations sister," the warrior's purr was heavy, a bit unnatural in her raspy and warm breath. She still seemed to be recovering, a sore throat the most of her problems these days, with her mornings accompanied by aching joints that Icegaze could only abate until night. However, fighting this illness was the least of her worries at present. "I'll be there for them, for you! Don't ever forget that dear sister," Wisteriabloom meowed quietly as not to strain her voice and speak in such an ugly tone. Wishing she could touch noses with Mossflight, Wisterbloom raised her head and held a prideful gaze.[/fancypost]


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