Posts by piffyspiffy

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  • SHADOWCLAN CHAT & MASS PLOTTING

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    my hairs never been past my shoulder blades but its really curly so its super heavy
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  • WELL SNOW WHITE SHE DID RIGHT [p, winterpaw]

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    Laurel honestly had no idea. He would have said outside of camp, but he actually didn't feel like facing the wrath of Daisystar, or Mossstep for that matter. He shrugged and looked at his sister. Maybe she would know? "Where do you think we should go?" He asked, seemingly at a loss.
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  • TAKING BACK THE CROWN && GATHERING

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    //soooooo late too much to read
    Laurelpaw had been about earlier, before Marshstar had arrived, making small talk with npc apprentices from other clans. As the gathering began he looked around, desperately looking for a familiar face to sit with. He spotted his sister, but he had also caught sight of his mentor, Buzzardwing, and decided to sit next to him. He knew, that even though his mentor was blind, he would know Laurel was there, so the tom stayed silent as he took a seat with the ebony feline, listening to the clan leaders up on their pedestals, so to speak.
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  • there ain't a reason ― open

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    Laurel had been in the medicine den when he heard the coughing and his leg was healing quite nicely, although it would almost definitely leave a scar, he decided to see what all the commotion was about. Blackpaw was spitting up blood. Laurel's first reaction was an internal drawn out ewwwwww, but he realized that Blackpaw was in pain and he shouldn't be calling it gross, no matter if only e could hear it or not. He prayed to StarClan that his fellow apprentice would be okay.
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  • SHADOWCLAN CHAT & MASS PLOTTING

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    but apprenticeclan why
    Speaking of warriors I finally decided on a name for Laurel!!! I'm awful at coming up with decent warrior names, so this is an achievement!
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  • WELL SNOW WHITE SHE DID RIGHT [p, winterpaw]

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    Laurelpaw gave his sister a quizzical look. He supposed she could be lying about the whole hunting thing and looking for herbs maybe, but it was still weird to think she would do that. He nodded at her and followed the NPC warrior out of camp, wondering where exactly they were taking him and his sister. When he stopped, Laurel looked at his sister questioningly. Where are we going? his face practically spoke.
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  • SO I'LL BLAME IT ON THE RIVER LEA [o, boredom]

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    Laurel had been stuck in the medicine den ever since he had been attacked. He was pretty sure Mossstep still thought he had gone out by himself, but truthfully he had only been doing chores. Fixing the camp wall for StarClan's sake. Who knew even being directly outside the wall put you in danger. Laurel had assumed he could do his chores without constantly being on guard, but apparently not. His leg had been healing quite nicely; it wasn't such an angry red anymore, the scab was lessening by the day, and his fur was slowly growing back. He could even kinda walk now! Laurel just hoped he could get out of here as soon as he could. He wasn't sure how his sister did it, because as far as he was concerned, this den was awful. It always had a sharp smell that burned his nose, and the isolation was killing him.
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  • SHADOWCLAN CHAT & MASS PLOTTING

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    I dunno... Something interesting???


    Thread w laurel and the fragile little flower who actually probably bites but doesn't really know it yet blackpaw?
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  • SO I'LL BLAME IT ON THE RIVER LEA [o, boredom]

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    Laurelpaw noticed the other apprentice at the entrance and shrugged before stretching to see her. "Hey," he called to her. "I don't think we've met. I'm Laurelpaw," he introduced, hoping that she would return the greeting.


    When Winterpaw asked how he was, Laurel shrugged lamely. "I think I'm healing okay physically, but my social part is suffering. I don't know how you manage to do this Winterpaw." He commented, his green eyes trained at the roof of the medicine den. He couldn't wait to get the okay to leave.
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  • WELL SNOW WHITE SHE DID RIGHT [p, winterpaw]

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    Laurel let out a breathy sigh. He could deal with that. As he started walking, he looked towards the silver tabby. "So how's medicine been treating you lately?" he asked her, honestly wondering. He himself had never really gotten into it, the lifestyle or occupation, but if she liked it he wouldn't criticize her or her decision to pursue it.
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  • somebody help me ― private & laurelpaw

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    Laurel was pretty sure that he would be released shortly from the medicine den, as his leg was healing nicely, but until then he decided that he should probably do something other than wallow in his unproductiveness. He noticed Blackpaw sitting idle and decided maybe he should talk to the apprentice, as he seemed upset most days and Laurel had somehow become a sort of therapist for quite a few cats. So hoping Mossstep wouldn't yell at him, the gray tom hobbled over the apprentice on three legs. "Hey... Blackpaw, right?" Laurel said lamely, not really knowing what else to say. "How are you doing?"
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  • Better than revenge-Bloodclan revenge, open

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    Laurel hobbled over, hoping Mossstep wouldn't chastise him for being out of the medicine den, and sat next to Moonpaw. "Hi Moonpaw," he said warmly, glancing at the other cats and smiling. "Orchidnose, and Mistpaw wasn't it? Good to see you," he greeted, offering a friendly flick of his tail.
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  • SO I'LL BLAME IT ON THE RIVER LEA [o, boredom]

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    Laurel purred happily when Moonpaw appeared. Where had she been lately anyways? "Hi Moonpaw, how have you been?" He asked, his green eyes shining.
    When Mistpaw decided to reveal herself, Laurel gave a friendly smile. "Hello Mistpaw, nice to meet you." He refrained from saying something about her hiding, as that was rude, and Laurel wasn't really rude very often.
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