Posts by TALONKIT.

o gosh, crane x mist
owldapple will probably be highkey protective of crane
crane would be that teenager that would be like; "bUT DADDY I LOVE HIM"
rip why am i talking about that

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hi guys
even tho imma be inactive for a bit doesn't mean imma pop in a day or two to say hi :^)

Rustling accompanied by the gentle sounds of whispering had woken the elder from his slumber, lids peeling in a weary manner only to be met with the blinding streaks of light that filtered through the entrance. He elevated his paw to avoid the blinding terror produced by the sun, and with a soft exhale, shifted his upper body upwards in quite the lopsided posture as his limp hindlegs drug slightly behind him.

After he had awoken from comatose, the elderly tom, known as Owldapple, had found himself in a world full of unknown cats, and unknown faces, some unlike to the others who he had once known. All except for his daughters, Wolfstream and now Doestar. Who would have ever guessed that one day his daughter would become the leader of RiverClan and as much as he was proud of her, he was still upset about the fact he had been unable to care for them.

Slowly, the bulky tyrant lumbered out from the chasms of the elders' den, a soft hum ringing from his chest as he gazed around. "What a beautiful day, maybe I should go huntin'," he mused to himself.

//yO I A M B A C K

hI GUYS I AM BACK ;^)

ty fam

He had been, of course, expectedly questioned by one of the youth that had made a new appearance into the Clan, pelt in which been very unfamiliar. He craned his neck ever so slightly and sniffed the kit before straightening out his posture and allowed a small, warm grin to spread across his features. "I would, but let me tell you, there's foxes and badgers and even wolves that'd eat you in a single gulp, lemme tell ya," he mused, dramatically as he lifted his left forepaw off the ground, "but here listen, we can go huntin' one day, and i can show ya how to climb the highest tree, let's keep this between ourselves."

Owldapple had been transitioning himself to move towards the fresh-kill pile, claws digging into the dirt as he lifted himself off the ground. Up until a voice reached his ears and he turned his head to face the direction.of his first daughter. His heart lurched within the confines of his chest, olive pools glossing over with tears and before he knew it, he was brought into the familiar embrace of the one he loved. He lifted his paw and draped it over her shoulders, returning the affection through multiple rough licks around the face and shoulder, but pulled away carefully with a amused chuckle. "Let's settle down, now shall we? You tryin' to put me back in the medicine cat den?" He teased.

o man xD

owl's now a wrinkly old man

guess who's back ;^),

Owldapple's forepaws scrabbled about among the dirt and vegetation as he whipped around to face the three cats that had approached him and a small smile rose among his features at the first cat who appeared. He had remembered the black she-cat from when she had first received her warrior name, and the first time she had greeted him while at the gathering, and although it was a blur of a memory, he was very fortunate to meet this she-cat once again, living of course, which was unusual to himself. "Hello Nightgaze," he greeted with a light dip of his head.

He had then averted his attention back to Elkfur, tufted ears perking ever so slightly. The tom was familiar, although no name seemed to make way into his mind, but nonetheless, was happy to see him. "It's nice to see you as well."

In his state of comatose, Owldapple had forgotten the many dreams he had during the process, and most were about the things going on around him, but despite this, he had been able to wake up with ease, as if nothing had really happened, into a new world that he hardly new. At the next tom who had came to join the others, Owldapple's gaze seemed to diminish ever so slightly as he tried to figure out if he new this one, but each time he tried ended in failure. It had also taken him by surprise when the tom began asking those questions. "I don't know, I mean, I'm sure I did, but can't quite remember," he mused, light-heartedly. "Also, felt like waking up, I guess, I'm not too sure bout that either."

owl was supposed to be a wrinkly old elder long ago tho

i made him when he was a kit back when the traditional warrior cats roleplay started

As much as his memory had been hazed over the expanse of time that accompanied the coma he had fallen into, he was still somehow able to recall most of his clanmates. As he listened to Elkfur, his attention soon transitioned back to Doestar and his whole demeanor began to decrease in what it had before. A frown had managed to dip at the corners of his mouth and the fur along his shoulders seemed to elevate. "P-Perhaps we'll see her again, if not here then in StarClan.."

He ways had solitude in that thought, if not now then later. It wasn't as though he'd live long anyway in the condition he was in, and would be meeting not only his kits, but his beloved Cougarstar. He soon was met with the familiar pelt of Ambersplash and his gaze seemed to illuminate. "Don't think I'd be able to, not with me dragging half my body behind me," he mused. He then waved his paw dismissively. "Ah that Rookpaw, I'll be fine going to the fresh-kill pile myself."

my first character on the main game was a arctic wolf named portal vortex ;p

i could see owl try to talk to cougar because hecc owl has no boundaries like owl ur ded stop

o owl??? well, he'll be around

sometimes B)

he's ded tho so he may appear in dreams n such

SMOKE AND OWL NEED TO TALK OM

owl was in rc he's in starclan

and yesss

but idk if they're gonna be a she or tom?? maybe like a highkey tomboy she

&& owl's biological father was a rogue then bloodclan kib

his mom was a tribe kib

tbh owl's genetics are screwed. he has tabbies, smokes, color points, calicos, etc.

and it won't tbh

she'd more then likely force him to talk to her xD "if u don't talk to me rn ur going to get thrown off a cliff my dude"

and that's fine idm tbh

owl talks to peeps of his relations but rarely does depending on who they are esp ones in rc

maybe that all depends on but since im bringing in another lil bab imma just stick with her

is there any mass adoptions for riverclan? :0

Star speckled water lapped gingerly at the edge of the pool, and within its core darkened figures great and small sauntered carefully amongst it. Beneath its surface, yowls of defeat and cries of regret surged through the night and new cats appeared in the numbers behind him, cats hurriedly propelling their forms as they reached out for the cats they once loved. Owldapple knew the feeling of being pulled into an embrace upon joining the numbers that piled up into StarClan, and it was such a great feeling indeed, but there was an absence in his heart that left him oscillating from side to side anxiously as olive pools drifted fleetingly over the pool's surface, hoping, praying to catch eye of his mate, but no matter the times he had managed it never seemed to work. It was as though she had vanished as soon as she had drifted to sleep, and the tyrant was left helplessly worried about the individual he had come to know and to cherish so intently, but one day, something happened.

Owldapple had acknowledged her figure amongst the cats creeping in the most malicious of manners over the bins that littered the sides of the twolegplace, eyes dancing carefully amongst each cat and his heart dropped when realizing what was happening. Cougartail, no. For says, he watched as the she-cat drifted further and further away, lost in her own grief, and tears wetted his cheeks as he watched her every step, each step closer to a wretched fate that no one would wish upon a cat, especially such herself.

Owldapple stepped amongst a trail, a mist tagging close behind his star-riddled body as he traipsed quietly through the territory. His paws quivered anxiously as he approached a sleeping figure just up ahead, and gradually, he would bite into his lip to fight the tears pricking at the corners of his brightly illuminated eyes. He had wanted Cougartail to see him, but not crying. Slowly, he would walk around her and situate himself near the river that ripped through, peering at the silver figures that slipped quietly amongst the stones that littered the bottom of the river as he patiently waited for her to rouse from her slumber.

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