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Lilac September 21st, 2017 09:53 PM
Re: SkyClan Clearing
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by RipplePaw (Post 389850)
FinchPaw smiled and laughed nervously. "Heh, Are you sure..? I mean maybe we could just take a walk in the forest of something?" Even if she wanted to spend time with her sister, whenever she was put into the spotlight she tried her best to stop whatever was happening, even if she had wanted to do if a second before. She tried to calm herself. She didn't want to seem rude, not at all. "Eh, I guess.."

Frostedpaw gave her sister a mischievous smile. Finchpaw was not getting out of this. It made her life a lot easier when she simply agreed. She desperately needed to just go have fun and not be antisocial. She was holding herself back when she tried to get out of things.

Frostedpaw certainly showed her pleasure after she pushed away her thoughts. She gave Finchpaw a small shove to get her to her paws. "Hmm… What should we do," She said, pondering her own question. She thought of what to do as she waited for her sister to stand up. She just really hoped that after today she would be more talkative and outgoing.

Mango September 22nd, 2017 07:12 AM
Re: SkyClan Clearing
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Undercover (Post 389788)
@Chameleon
Sorry it took me so long to get this up. Also, I can shorten/lengthen my future posts depending on what you prefer.

Nighthowl parted his strong jaws in a large yawn, his fierce silver eyes narrowed with displeasure. He could scent rain on the way, and he hated rain. And storms. And thunder. The large tom dug his powerful claws into the dry dirt and arched his scruffy-furred back in a luxurious stretch. His fur was rather aruff, so, after swiping his tongue around his jaw, he spotted a large patch of shade at the edge of the clearing and slowly made his way, sitting down in the sun-free space.

The jet black male took a deep breath, getting to work on grooming. Nighthowl lifted one scrawny paw and began to lick it clean. He didn't like to feel all grimy and dirty, but he also didn't like to feel all bright and clean. Being free of debris didn't really fit his personality. His sister, Willowpetal, used to call him Scruffyhowl. The name stuck. He was scruffy and sounded like a canine when he howled. Thinking about his sister sent a pang of loneliness up his spine. To be honest, Nighthowl missed his sister more than he could bear, at times. He missed her sweet, fresh scent and her joyful ways. He missed her joke she and her way of seeing the bright side of things. In a way, they were polar opposites.

Nighthowl tugged a dirt-matted clump from his chest fur, sighing quietly to himself. He should make himself more useful around camp. Or do something productive like hunting or training. But he didn't feel like being productive in the mornings. Nighthowl was more of a night owl. Well, that didn't really surprise him, as his name was Nighthowl. He freed the clump of dirt and spat the stuff out beside him, where a small pile of woodland had already been set free from his mangy pelt. Well, He thought grimly, this is what you like, Nighthowl. Peace, quiet, and solitude.
(No it's fine)

Cucumberpickle stretched as he left the warriors den, his fur mattered. He sat down and began grooming it until it was mostly clean, he didn't really have the patience for cleaning music.
Cucumberpickle saw Nighthowl alone in the clearing and approached him silently before speaking in his deep voice to Nighthowl," Morning Nighthowl. It's a nice morning." He meowed
The sunlight was filtering in through the leaves lighting the clearing and also blinding anyone who looked to the North. The leaves weren't changing colors, except for a few trees that were. There were a bunch of squirrels and birds on the fresh kill pile. Kits mewls were coming from the nursery, some warriors were dragging the apprentices out of the apprentice den, some warriors were just returning from dawn patrol and getting food or returning to the warriors den. Queens looked warn out and felt bad for them.

Mango September 22nd, 2017 07:20 AM
Re: SkyClan Clearing
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Rivergold (Post 389492)
"Anything else you wish to add?" she asked.
Cucumberpickle blurted out randomly," I love you."

Undercover September 22nd, 2017 09:50 AM
Re: SkyClan Clearing
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Chameleon (Post 389950)
(No it's fine)

Cucumberpickle stretched as he left the warriors den, his fur mattered. He sat down and began grooming it until it was mostly clean, he didn't really have the patience for cleaning music.
Cucumberpickle saw Nighthowl alone in the clearing and approached him silently before speaking in his deep voice to Nighthowl," Morning Nighthowl. It's a nice morning." He meowed
The sunlight was filtering in through the leaves lighting the clearing and also blinding anyone who looked to the North. The leaves weren't changing colors, except for a few trees that were. There were a bunch of squirrels and birds on the fresh kill pile. Kits mewls were coming from the nursery, some warriors were dragging the apprentices out of the apprentice den, some warriors were just returning from dawn patrol and getting food or returning to the warriors den. Queens looked warn out and felt bad for them.
Nighthowl was just beginning to groom his skinny tail when his peaceful morning was lost. Morning, Nighthowl. It's a nice morning. The back tom merely flicked his tail.

"The horizon holds rain." He murmured, half to himself. Then, his grey eyes met the other tom's. Cucumberprickle. He remembered who the cat in front of him was, and he gave a twitch of his ears. It was nice, with the sound of a familiar, happy campmates around, but he still felt empty. The clan had become a river, and he was a small rain drop, being carried along, but have no say in where they were going, or what was happening around them.

The old SkyClan cat shuffled his paws beneath him so he was in a slightly hunched, but otherwise unbothered sitting position. Nighthowl looked better than usual, his eyes mostly clear and pretty much free from the haunted, grumpy look that usually tainted him. His gaze strayed over Cucumberprickle. Usually, he would have made a scorning remark about the tom, or tell him to get on with whatever he was doing, but today, he just felt...dull. He didn't actually feel like a horribleness cat.

seasalt September 23rd, 2017 11:26 AM
Re: SkyClan Clearing
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lonestar23 (Post 376750)
Fear. Fear tearing through his mind, forcing him to find an area to sit in. That was all that Greystep was feeling at the moment, was fear. Why did things have to be so complicated sometimes? Why couldn't he just be a normal cat and have a normal life, instead of this - this fear? Whatever the reason, the tom hated it. His yellow optics flashed as the large feline cowered in a corner. From the outside it might appear as though nothing was wrong. He was just sitting, after all - sitting pressed up against the corner of the clearing, beside a tree where he had sat several times. Without Acornflash there, and having not seen Owlwing in a while, life didn't feel quite as... what was the word... enjoyable, anymore. He missed his friends. And his interests. They were both interests of his, and he liked them both equally, and it was confusing to him as to what to do. But now Acornflash was missing. Gone. Forever. So that was clearer to Greystep. Maybe he should just spend some more time with Owlwing until this awful fear went away. The pounding inside his head was nothing short of a dull roar now, and the tom tried to calm himself. Life was okay. He was okay. Everything was fine. Calm swept over the tom, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Calm. It was good. It was good to be calm. And Greystep could feel a sense of serenity sweeping over him, even as he breathed evenly once more. At last, the calm was taking over his mind and the panicked sense was disappearing. Finally, the tom felt free. Now all that was left was to restore those broken pieces of his mind to wholeness again. Although that was easier said then done...

@tawny~
(I am SO so so so sorry for not replying!)
@Lonestar23
Owlwing sat in a rather secluded, but not particularly in the corner of the camp, but far enough away from other toms, and maybe.. just any cat in general. Peace and quiet, was what the white and black tabby she-cat wanted at the moment, just for a bit, chatting with friends, or something like that, could be a bit nice, but for now, she had peace, and just a little quiet. A songbird laid at the Egyptian Mau's paws, though Owlwing merely poked at it with a claw, not really interested in eating it at the moment, though she thought about doing it in a few moments. Just, let her thoughts carry, think deeply about things she wants to think about, stuff like that was what Owlwing was doing at the moment. Thinking, letting her thoughts drift, letting herself be calm and collected. To think of her family, her sister. Those thoughts came into her mind for a few moments, before disappearing into her mind. She was piecing her thoughts together, collecting her mind, organizing it most likely. Though on the outside, it looked like she was relaxing, settling down for the day.

Which, wasn't exactly the case. She shut her eyes for a moment, letting the early morning breeze, ruffle her fur, it was cool for now, and Owlwing always enjoyed a cool, but not too cold morning. And, it wasn't too warm, or cold, which was just right for her. She opened her golden amber optics, and let out a quiet, gentle, and content sigh, and glanced down at the songbird she picked from the pile. Her ears twitched, and slowly pulled her head down to take a small bite, she'd eat it slowly for now, savor the taste, enjoy it, and not gulp it down like some cats do. Owlwing wasn't exactly in a hurry, anyways. And why should she? She wasn't doing anything. And, it was early in the morning anyways. She could take her time all she liked.

Mango September 23rd, 2017 12:10 PM
Re: SkyClan Clearing
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Undercover (Post 389985)
Nighthowl was just beginning to groom his skinny tail when his peaceful morning was lost. Morning, Nighthowl. It's a nice morning. The back tom merely flicked his tail.

"The horizon holds rain." He murmured, half to himself. Then, his grey eyes met the other tom's. Cucumberprickle. He remembered who the cat in front of him was, and he gave a twitch of his ears. It was nice, with the sound of a familiar, happy campmates around, but he still felt empty. The clan had become a river, and he was a small rain drop, being carried along, but have no say in where they were going, or what was happening around them.

The old SkyClan cat shuffled his paws beneath him so he was in a slightly hunched, but otherwise unbothered sitting position. Nighthowl looked better than usual, his eyes mostly clear and pretty much free from the haunted, grumpy look that usually tainted him. His gaze strayed over Cucumberprickle. Usually, he would have made a scorning remark about the tom, or tell him to get on with whatever he was doing, but today, he just felt...dull. He didn't actually feel like a horribleness cat.
Cucumberpickle gave a nod," Yeah. It will rain today or tonight I'd guess..." he meowed flicking his tail to the left of him as he tucked his sand colored paws underneath himself," It's a cool morning, not to hot or to cold." He meowed politely enjoying basking himself.

~Masked~ September 23rd, 2017 06:52 PM
Re: SkyClan Clearing
 
( @Fern sorry this is a bit short!)
Spottedtail stretched opening his jaw in a silent yawn, Why am I even up this early? He thought to himself while casually walking to the middle of the clearing and sitting down beginning to groom his fur, As he finished leaving his fur looking much better than it did, his bright irises searched the clearing spotting many cats in his vision but they were not the right cat he wanted to interact with, The tom always had this weird feeling between the good and the bad and strangely enough only chose certain cats to socialize with based on how he felt about them, Spottedtail huffed silently I thought more cats would be awake by now, I suppose it may be quite a bit too early... closing his eyes he rested his head on his paws, Maybe he should just go hunting? No, that's really boring by myself he thought shaking his head quietly.
Thoughts zoomed within his head about things he wanted to do today and strange things too, like that one from a comment that a quite rude cat had made a moon or so ago You shouldn't be a warrior if you can't speak,
your name should be Lostvoice! It was not his fault he was this way or was it? He was the last the be born from his mother in a litter of one because she was quite old, she died not long after due to her being extremely weak and could not deal with the weather of Leafbare She died because I was born...its no wonder I've never seen her in my dreams.. Spottedtail buried his face in his paws fluffy ears fattened I'm such a mouse brain...Why can't i just be normal for one day?He imagined all the things he could do if he could talk, make so many friends go out hunting and on patrols with them...That would be fun...

Lunarfalls September 23rd, 2017 08:38 PM
Re: SkyClan Clearing
 
Ice foot walks out the den her fur looking like ice when the sun hit it she looks around camp seeing if anyone was out and about she then pulled her gaze over to the fresh kill she walks over and grabs a crow and walks over and sat down eating the vole she finishes the crow licking her muzzle and she then starts cleaning her fur

Socks September 24th, 2017 01:02 PM
Re: SkyClan Clearing
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Random Melody (Post 385864)
Hawkstorm gave Hiddenwing a silent stare. The Tom seemed unconvinced by Hawkstorm's response, but luckily didn't push him on it. Hawkstorm flicked his tail and sighed, allowing the fur on his shoulders to flatten slightly, though he hadn't been aware it was bristling. He fell silent now, looking at Hiddenwing. He liked the Tom - He had to admit it. He didn't like many other cats, but Hiddenwing seemed a bit different. He seemed like he could definitely be a friend of his. Maybe. And maybe in the future he'd feel comfortable enough to tell him what his name really meant. But for now... Not yet.

His words had Hawkstorm's head tilting. "Think up one." He muttered, frowning as he flicked his ears. He wasn't sure he wanted to do that. But after some thinking, Hawkstorm finally spoke. "I guess... It would be how close I am to my brother. His name is Robinstorm. We're both named after birds, and we both have storm in our names. So, I guess that's it." He decided, gazing at Hiddenwing. It had been closer to the truth than he had wanted. Really it was also how close he was to his mother. His mother who was dead. But he wasn't willing to reveal such information to a stranger yet. "So yeah." He sighed, green eyes narrowing, but not in a hostile way. He seemed more like he was studying Hiddenwing more, curious, really.
Hiddenwing noticed the other seem to calm down, it was little things really, things that some might not even notice if they weren't paying close enough attention. He liked the idea of Hawkstorm being comfortable around him, but he didn't mind the other getting angry at all. Sometimes he was the kind of cat that couldn't understand the aura in the area, but Hawkwing showed his emotions enough for Hiddenwing to figure out what he was feeling.

His eyes lit up with an excitement when the other spoke, the tip of his tail flicking. "Now you get it!" He nodded his head with a slight smile. It made him think, now he knew Hawkstorm had a brother and that he was close to his brother. It made him wonder what his brother was like, maybe they were really similar. "I'd like you meet this brother of yours, what's he like?" He questioned, looking intently at the other. He had had many siblings back in twolegplace, but he didn't know many of them well. They all lived in different dens, separated when they were young. He didn't even remember his parents at all, not recalling anything about them.

Random Melody September 24th, 2017 01:14 PM
Re: SkyClan Clearing
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Socks (Post 391401)

Hiddenwing noticed the other seem to calm down, it was little things really, things that some might not even notice if they weren't paying close enough attention. He liked the idea of Hawkstorm being comfortable around him, but he didn't mind the other getting angry at all. Sometimes he was the kind of cat that couldn't understand the aura in the area, but Hawkwing showed his emotions enough for Hiddenwing to figure out what he was feeling.

His eyes lit up with an excitement when the other spoke, the tip of his tail flicking. "Now you get it!" He nodded his head with a slight smile. It made him think, now he knew Hawkstorm had a brother and that he was close to his brother. It made him wonder what his brother was like, maybe they were really similar. "I'd like you meet this brother of yours, what's he like?" He questioned, looking intently at the other. He had had many siblings back in twolegplace, but he didn't know many of them well. They all lived in different dens, separated when they were young. He didn't even remember his parents at all, not recalling anything about them.
Hawkstorm blinked at the excitement Hiddenwing seemed to give when he spoke, and it made the smallest of smiles tug at his lips for some odd reason. The other Tom seemed genuinely interested... And for some reason it made Hawkstorm feel good. He should have felt threatened, kind of, should have attempted to guard himself... But he couldn't, really. There was something about Hiddenwing that made Hawkstorm trust the other Tom. He wasn't sure what, but it was there. He trusted someone he didn't even know... Hawkstorm, you're becoming such a softy. He thought, slightly amused. At the question about his brother, Hawkstorm's ears pricked up, tilting his head the slightest bit.

"Oh, Robinstorm is probably the best cat you'll ever meet." He said sincerely, glancing around to ensure Robinstorm wasn't around to hear what he was saying. Saying good things about his brother to another cat was okay with him. Saying good things about his brother to his brother was a definite no. Hawkstorm chuckled and continued. "He's the most loyal, trusting, kindest cat I've ever known." Had Hawkstorm known his mother, this probably wouldn't have been true, but it was now. Robinstorm was the best cat he'd ever known.. Not that he'd ever tell him that himself.

"Although, he is a bit weird. For instance, he doesn't eat fresh-kill." Amusement sparked in his eyes. "He eats rabbit food. Like berries and stuff. But other than that... He's the best. And honestly, without my brother, I'd just be completely lost." He sighed, his green eyes flickering toward the sky for a moment. "I'm sure Robin would like to meet you, too. You guys would get along." He chuckled lightly, bringing his eyes back to Hiddenwing's face. "Anyway, you got any family?" He asked curiously, head tilting. "What are they like?"


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