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  • HEAVY CLOUDS [o, npc death]

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    Threads of sodden pine clung to the massive tom's stomach as he pushed his way through the entrance of camp, bags formed underneath his eyes as he gazed down at Cougarstar. He knew that he had did a night vigil with a NPC warrior, but despite the fact that weariness weighed down his every action, he still wanted to take this chance to spend more time with his mate. "I'll tag along."
    "talking" - thinking - fight in bolded #A1C935

  • MASS ADOPTION SIGN UPS

    litter 03 - owldapple's first litter
    relations- the mother of these kits are dandelion, a npc barn cat, father is owldapple. these kits were raised by a loner by the name of rain. their step-mother is cougarstar and step-siblings are cranekit, moonkit, desertkit, and frecklekit. grandparents are maple that flies through wind, ixion & feather, and xerxes
    genetics-
    pelt(s): brown ticked tabby, brown mackeral tabby, brown classic tabby, gray classic tabby, lynx point, ginger tabby, blue, black, fawn tortoiseshell, chocolate tortoiseshell, tortoiseshell
    eye(s): blue, olive, green, amber & violet
    defects(optional): gigantism, & webbed feet
    requirements-
    age: 20 moons
    history: when owldapple was younger, he had met a shecat by the name of dandelion and fell head over hills for her. she was kind, respectful, but had a whole lot of spunk. owldapple had loved her with all his heart, but was surprised after finding out she was expecting his kits. the barn she and her family were living in was old and worn and was beginning to tear apart by the seems, and one day when owldapple left to go hunting, the barn had managed to collapse, and injured dandelion, while killing many cats and unfortunately, two of her kits almost instantly on impact. his mate soon after passed away but before she did, she pleaded for him to take care of their remaining kits. owldapple wasn't sure how he would be able to take care of them, so he had managed to give them up to one of his trusty friends and one of the barn cats, rain.
    slots-
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  • HEAVY CLOUDS [o, npc death]

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    Owldapple had been aware of Cougarstar's shift in position from a few fox-lengths to a mere whisker-length from brushing each other's pelts. He wasn't complaining about how close the two were, in fact, it made him ecstatic to know that she still felt the need to be near him. As the call for them to move to the Sunningrocks reached his ears, he had managed to stop in the place where he was situated and glanced down at Cougarstar. As the patrol moved out from the entrance of camp, he had stopped reluctantly until he was the last to leave out of camp.


    This all was leading up to bad news, and he didn't feel the need to start fighting Iver a few slabs of stone that could be left behind.


    As they pushed through, he had noted the strong scent of decay and his eyes diminished. How come it smelt like that? He turned to look down at the panicked figure of Mistpaw. What was happening?
    "talking" - thinking - fight in bolded #A1C935

  • all those willing words && intro, open

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    Streaks of devine lighting filtered through the long, lively trees overhead, creating misshappened and jagged shadows to draw across the sodden terrain. Water rippled around the tom's massive forepaws as he gazed down into its clear depths, watching the silver shapes distantly. The sound of birds were drowned out with the thoughts of negativity buzzing within his mind, and ice gripped his insides. It was such a strange adversity albeit that his daughters who were announced Wolfstream and Doepelt, would be in RiverClan. They hate you, he told himself mentally, you abandoned them.


    He had confided in himself that it had been his fault, and it was or it was somewhat. He had left them for the sake of their own lives, what did he have to offer them? He had no way of tending to them in the way a queen did, and raising them with a queen who already had a mate would have been bad, but it was no excuse to disappear out of their lives.
    As a silver figured flashed out across the surface, Owldapple shit out instinctively, casting out a fish onto the shore, flailing wildly along it until Owldapple's strong jaws snapped shut around its shifting form, but as he pulled back, the figure before him was no longer of a fish, but of two kits laying at his paws, their mewls filling his ears as they wriggled along the ground and attempted to find the warmth they so desperately craved. Owldapple was back where he started, gazing sadly down at them. "Don't worry Orion," Rain reassured the massive tom, "your kits are in good paws."
    "I trust that they are."


    It was when the flashback was over did he realize he had been staring at the fish and quickly shook his head to snap himself back into reality. He took the morsel from between his jaws and padded back to camp, but reluctance weighed down his every step.
    "talking" - thinking - fight in bolded #A1C935

  • We Are One || May Gathering

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    Usually, the gatherings that Owldapple attended we're laced with serenity and good news, from each side of each Clan, or that's what he was used to. He acknowledged the poison that flooded the waters, leaving many sick while one dead. Much as the scene was sad and very disturbing, he knew that it wouldn't be long until they claimed another land and Cougarstar was going to make sure of that.


    Owldapple had found himself near the heart of the clearing, listening intently through erect ears. "We will be fighting for Sunningrocks," he heard his mate say, and ice gripped his insides. The concerned voices around him seemed to be drowned out by his pounding heart and loud thoughts. I'm going to be fighting Iceforest?
    "talking" - thinking - fight in bolded #A1C935

  • i woke up with the sun | open ; wolfstream's intro | i woke up just to see

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    Shards of glowing white flecks littered the water's surface with such elegance that had seemed to illuminate the terrain around them altogether. Streaks of sunlight filtered through the trees, causing jagged shadows to streak across the other side of the river where Owldapple was situated. He could feel his heart pound violently within the confines of his ribcage as his mind warped back to the days he had been with his former mate and the promise he had made before her death.


    I did take care of them, Dandelion, he thought quietly and lifted his head to the sky where puffs of white drifted slowly through the sky. As the familiar voice of Wolfstream reached his ears, he turned quickly so that he was now facing the young shecat a small smile spread across his features. "Yes Wolfstream?"
    "talking" - thinking - fight in bolded #A1C935