Summary and Current Setting
This is to keep returning/new role players up-to-date!
Season: Newleaf (spring) Weather: Sunny Date:Halfway through moon cycle (15 days left to Gathering)
Leafclan:
Hunting Group:
Cragclan:
Hunting Group:
Summary and Current Setting
This is to keep returning/new role players up-to-date!
Season: Newleaf (spring) Weather: Sunny Date:Halfway through moon cycle (15 days left to Gathering)
Leafclan:
Hunting Group:
Cragclan:
Hunting Group:
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Kriidorah @
TimeOblivion @
Phelsuma @
Demonchild77 @
EmeraldWaters @
Averat @
SwootleDootle @
xspideray
Tada! ~
Starting Scenario: ( Moon cycle = Next season )
It‘s halfway through the moon cycle ( Gathering in 15 days ) and the clans are taking advantage of the usual plentiful prey in spring. All the cats are waking up for the 15th day.
Leaders; this is a calm time. Let everyone get into character before we start too much conflict
@
Kriidorah @
TimeOblivion @
Phelsuma @
Demonchild77 @
EmeraldWaters @
Averat @
SwootleDootle @
xspideray
Tada! ~
Starting Scenario: ( Moon cycle = Next season )
It‘s halfway through the moon cycle ( Gathering in 15 days ) and the clans are taking advantage of the usual plentiful prey in spring. All the cats are waking up for the 15th day.
Leaders; this is a calm time. Let everyone get into character before we start too much conflict
(so all roleplay will happen here, right?)
(so all roleplay will happen here, right?)
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The grey cat smelt the air. Nothing unusual. Well, that's good. she thought.
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The grey cat smelt the air. Nothing unusual. Well, that's good. she thought.
(Whitethroat, Cragclan camp)
Whitethroat sat idly on his perch, a small outcrop of rock that was just high enough to see the rest of the camp. He watched as his fellow clan members began to stir in the morning, already planning which patrols he'd send out.
(Frostlight, Leafclan territory)
The medicine cat had gone out early, hoping to get some of the rarer herbs in the marshes before the prey could eat it all. She had so far found some coltsfoot, as well as a bit of comfrey root that, as there hadn't been much alive there when she found it, she had only been able to take a small amount of, to make sure it didn't stop growing.
(Whitethroat, Cragclan camp)
Whitethroat sat idly on his perch, a small outcrop of rock that was just high enough to see the rest of the camp. He watched as his fellow clan members began to stir in the morning, already planning which patrols he'd send out.
(Frostlight, Leafclan territory)
The medicine cat had gone out early, hoping to get some of the rarer herbs in the marshes before the prey could eat it all. She had so far found some coltsfoot, as well as a bit of comfrey root that, as there hadn't been much alive there when she found it, she had only been able to take a small amount of, to make sure it didn't stop growing.
The apprentice started grooming herself.
"My fur is all ruffled," she muttered to herself. At last, Squirrelpaw's fur was smooth again. Not that it'll last.
The apprentice started grooming herself.
"My fur is all ruffled," she muttered to herself. At last, Squirrelpaw's fur was smooth again. Not that it'll last.
(Interaction ping(s): open!)
Littlefeather, Cragclan Warrior
As sunlight only continued to pour into the Warrior’s den with each passing hour, the cream hued tom finally opened his eyes, albeit slowly, just so that he could adjust to the bright light dancing on his pelt and kissing his features. It was a silent wake up call, though not one that Littlefeather quite enjoyed. He simply preferred to sleep in whenever he could, not be forced to awaken at the most unholy of hours; even if most of his other clanmates were either stirring, or already out and about. His ears twitched at the slight sounds of movement he could hear, and the warrior slowly, and reluctantly, began to rise to his paws-- although he took a moment to stretch his body, a method he used to help keep himself awake better. Besides, his joints were a little tight after spending so many hours curled up into a tight ball of cream colored fur.
Yawning for a short moment, Littlefeather finally padded out of the Warrior’s den, deciding to actually welcome the bit of sunlight that washed upon his fur. True, he could very well ask to be included in a morning’s hunting patrol, but why would he? He preferred to hunt later in the day, at least then he'd have time to fully awaken and have his skills be a bit more sharp. So, the cream hued tom instead sat on a relatively large stone implanted in the dirt, barely resisting the urge to fully lay on it as the warm sunlight danced on his fur and warned the rock beneath him. It was quite the relaxing way to begin the morning.
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Hailrunner, Leafclan Warrior
As the morning approached with haste, it peered through the tree leaves that shaded the camp from its welcoming light. Still, the large, brown tom still knew it would shortly be time to start the day, and there was no better time to begin this now than deciding to stir a little earlier than most of his other clanmates-- even though he knew a select few were most likely awake and starting out their day. Hailrunner arose from his comfortable bedding shortly after, stretching his joints and shaking out his pelt as his emerald green eyes shined with an unnamed emotion. As he calmly padded out of the Warrior’s den, the brown hued tom made his way out from his safe camp, heading off into farther territory-- although still making sure he would not cross any borders that he was forbidden to pass.
A morning walk, He thought to himself, content with the soft dirt beneath his pawsteps and the faint breeze blowing through his long fur, It’s always so relaxing. Even though it also may have been a good time to hunt and have his fair share of filling the pile of fresh kill, Hailrunner simply chose to wait. A morning walk was more important, and he would be able to have better notice of all of his surroundings as opposed to focusing his mind on one thing in particular.
(Interaction ping(s): open!)
Littlefeather, Cragclan Warrior
As sunlight only continued to pour into the Warrior’s den with each passing hour, the cream hued tom finally opened his eyes, albeit slowly, just so that he could adjust to the bright light dancing on his pelt and kissing his features. It was a silent wake up call, though not one that Littlefeather quite enjoyed. He simply preferred to sleep in whenever he could, not be forced to awaken at the most unholy of hours; even if most of his other clanmates were either stirring, or already out and about. His ears twitched at the slight sounds of movement he could hear, and the warrior slowly, and reluctantly, began to rise to his paws-- although he took a moment to stretch his body, a method he used to help keep himself awake better. Besides, his joints were a little tight after spending so many hours curled up into a tight ball of cream colored fur.
Yawning for a short moment, Littlefeather finally padded out of the Warrior’s den, deciding to actually welcome the bit of sunlight that washed upon his fur. True, he could very well ask to be included in a morning’s hunting patrol, but why would he? He preferred to hunt later in the day, at least then he'd have time to fully awaken and have his skills be a bit more sharp. So, the cream hued tom instead sat on a relatively large stone implanted in the dirt, barely resisting the urge to fully lay on it as the warm sunlight danced on his fur and warned the rock beneath him. It was quite the relaxing way to begin the morning.
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Hailrunner, Leafclan Warrior
As the morning approached with haste, it peered through the tree leaves that shaded the camp from its welcoming light. Still, the large, brown tom still knew it would shortly be time to start the day, and there was no better time to begin this now than deciding to stir a little earlier than most of his other clanmates-- even though he knew a select few were most likely awake and starting out their day. Hailrunner arose from his comfortable bedding shortly after, stretching his joints and shaking out his pelt as his emerald green eyes shined with an unnamed emotion. As he calmly padded out of the Warrior’s den, the brown hued tom made his way out from his safe camp, heading off into farther territory-- although still making sure he would not cross any borders that he was forbidden to pass.
A morning walk, He thought to himself, content with the soft dirt beneath his pawsteps and the faint breeze blowing through his long fur, It’s always so relaxing. Even though it also may have been a good time to hunt and have his fair share of filling the pile of fresh kill, Hailrunner simply chose to wait. A morning walk was more important, and he would be able to have better notice of all of his surroundings as opposed to focusing his mind on one thing in particular.
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(Whitethroat, Cragclan camp)
He grumbled to himself, leaping down from his perch and padding over to the fresh kill pile. He might as well eat up before he went on any patrols. That is, if ANYONE would ever wake up! He was getting impatient to start the day.
(Whitethroat, Cragclan camp)
He grumbled to himself, leaping down from his perch and padding over to the fresh kill pile. He might as well eat up before he went on any patrols. That is, if ANYONE would ever wake up! He was getting impatient to start the day.
