Shadedfur lifted her drowsy head with an irritated grumble. "You'd
think it'd be quite in the medicine den." The black she-cat stood
in the nest and arched her back high. Each leg was stretched out in
turn and she stifled a hiss when she lifted the wrong leg. Her eyes
never opened as she circled the nest before settling down in it
once more. "Singing was alright though, keep doing that," she mewed
before the poppy seeds brought her back into a light sleep.
//That feel when cherry had been gone so long you forgot shadedfur
was in the medicine cat den
mmm i'll have firelight sing//
Firelight looks over his sleeping apprentice, and the older
warrior. he turns to Snowflank. "I guess I could sing a song like
shadedfur asked..." he pauses, thinking up a good one.
A strong hearted soul lead us to victory
Caring and kind, she'll go down in history.
Eyes as deep as the vast waters, never leading us to slaughter.
Kindness is key in times like these, and an army needs their
faithful Queen."
He pauses, looking out of his den briefly, smiling a little as he
realized his rhyme was unintentionally about Flintstar.
Firelight purrs softly. "I'd be glad to sing to them, I'm full of
songs!" he pauses, shaking his head. "Well when I can think of good
ones I am." he laughs a little.
Treefall flicks his ears. She noticed me...I should suck up my
fear and go say hi! He thought, getting up immediately and he
walked over to Flintstar before he could let himself change his
mind. "I uh,, h-hey Flintstar, I was wondering if you'd uh, want to
maybe go out with me?... Hunting! I meant go out hunting!" he
stutters nervously, mentally whacking himself on the head for
messing up so badly.
//yooo do it, Airhornpaw will have a meme friend when she dies
also i should sleep i need to be up early tomorrow. an all-nighter
wouldnt be a bright idea pfff
[[ i swear this is so common in roleplays XD
people tend to flock to the owner of the thread and i'm the one
who's starting like halfway around the world and then a light year
away from others
and yes yodel you need to get a better muse //chucks my crappy muse
at your head\\ ]]
RavenWing watched everyone talk, and she sighed. No one likes me.
She thought, frowning. She bounded down to the edge of the village,
debating to go hunting. I can't go without a partner. She thought.
"But like anyone will go with me." She muttered under her breath.
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your
technological guide!"
Username:YodelMeme
Cat name:Moonstar
Moons old:17
Gender:male
Rank:Starclan
Picture/Description:
Personality:w ow i actualy can't think of anything so ill wing
it
Kin:they all dead rimfp
History:He was the clan leader before Flintstar.
Password:i really dont need to put this
Other:
//-kicks 3Ds for glitching out so im gonna make a lazy af summary
of my post-
Treefall awkardly smiles and purrs. "I thought you'd decline to be
honest, clan leading and stuff...Anyways, lets go!" he meows
excitedly, his eyes seeming to light up with joy.
Flintpelt ficked her ear as she stood up. "Honestly, I am surprised
I have time to go hunting! Lots of stuff happening." She said as
she thought of Foxstep. She shook her head. "I just need to tell
Whiteleap..."
Treefall dips his head. "I'll wait by the clan entrance" He purrs,
heading off in that direction.
Meanwhile whiteleap was casually relaxing because there was not
much to do. There was plenty of fresh kill on the pile, and he made
sure to check the territory while he was out with Snowflank.
Flintstar nodded and quickly padded to Whiteleap. "Hey Whiteleap...
I am going to go hunting with Treefall. Can you watch the camp
while I am gone?" She asked.
wow okay sorry for not posting
anything for such a long time jfc))
i dunno what's even happening but pfft whatever))
Weaselmask, headed towards the camp, carried a large squirrel in
his maw. The forest definitely was one of his favorite places, and
he thoroughly enjoyed hunting, especially when on his own. The
tantalizing scent of just caught fresh kill and the natural plants
growing underneath his paws filled his nostrils, invitingly calling
him to lie down to relax and enjoy a meal. Weaselmask, fighting
this usual desire which he got on almost every single hunting trip,
kept padding through the familiar woods he had spent his whole life
in.