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Bone Crest Throne
Note: This is the main thread for the Atari, a mountain faction isolated from the Clans. Though outsiders are free to use it, be aware it is at your own risk! Clan cats should not appear here without OOC permission from the RiverClan leader or staff. The Bone Crest Throne Overview |
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mumble flicked her ear, settling outside of the healer's den and basking in the last couple moments of sun of the day. her eyes glimmered and she yawned, a bit sleepy. it had been a long day of healing, and she was slightly annoyed at how early she had had to wake up. |
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[ @burntToast - Nyx ] [ Anyways! Here’s an event for training! Altair is a trapper and Nyx a claw so all training needed for both roles should be covered. ] |
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THISTLE The The keepers tail nervously twitched, continuously tapping on the ground. thud…thud…thud. Her attention got diverted from her random worrying as Altair called initiates over. Fun huh? Watching as some of the youngins that she cared for grew up, almost to being a full member of the tribe. That caused a small flash of pride in her gaze. Now now, what could she do to help? Probably not much… She took a hesitant step forward…then two…then three…four. All the way until she reached Altair. Exactly 25 steps…25…25. That number kept replaying in her head as she just stood there. What an odd eight she could be sometimes, yes? A kind soul…but different. It took her a moment to realize that she was still standing in front of Altair, saying absolutely nothing…just staring into space. Oh- this is when she should speak, yes? “Excuse me- uh- Miss Altair…” she said politely, staring down at her paws…but…she opened her mouth to speak more and…no voice. Nothing came out. She was just standing there bowed down. A small squeak came from her…nothing else. Was she really that useless? She skittered back nervously, sheepishly giving Altair an apologetic look, before turning away and basically crawled her way over to go sit in a secluded corner. There must be some cat kind enough to be patient with her lack of speaking skills. Her nervous gaze scanned the cats around. She spotted one she-cat…she looked…maybe kind. Thistle took a few steps towards the cat but…froze. How did she start a conversation? Who in the hell knew the answer to that question. She neared the slender tabby a bit more. @Dolomedes [woopsies…threw my odd girl over here] @Rose |
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[ Last call for this event :3 If no one responds, Altair will consider this a failure and would drop the event until later so last full mentions! Always know that Altair is up to training if you shoot me a vm. ] [ @burntToast @finley !! @Wingnettle @Bean @Tallstar @Idiotic.Bean101 @Morrigan @dino. @Ladiebugg @Estelle @Myling @Minkuu @vellichor @Otoko @Shade. @Concorde @Rowan @Neptune. @Aolani @Dolomedes @Fits @constellation @alec @wolfie @Spider. @Mica @iliri @Kix @ophelia @Bean @ChaosBringer. @Rose @HerbalTea @snowflake. @Blaaze @gs29513 @forest @SatoruSaki @sleepyyjax ] |
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mumble narrowed her eyes in a rare display of anger. she raised herself to her paws and stood next to altair. perhaps the idea of training with the "nice healer" would motivate a couple initiates. |
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[different time than training event]
Bluebird she/her - 15 moons content notes: themes of grief Morning. The she-cat felt herself awake, but didn't open her eyes. She simply buried her nose further under her skinny tail. No, not today. Today she'd stay here. Cosy in her nest, all day. What need was there, for going out? Then time passed, then some more, and some more. Her neck became still, her legs were going fuzzy from the weight... This wouldn't work, would it? Eyes opening, she saw that the light out there was already bright. Cats would be around. Everywhere. So that was it, she had to either be uncomfortable or surround herself with the whole of The Atari?? Were there really no good options here? She pressed her head into her nest, groaning. What even was this? It still didn't feel real. Every time she woke up, she was certain that she'd open her eyes to see her siblings around her, everyone getting up, ready to start the day. That they'd all be talking a little too loud for her liking, keeping her from a nice lie in... Now where were they? Dispersed across separate dens? In the den of a literal mountain lion?? Sure, Nyx was the crown now, but did that really mean moving the entire family out? Yes. She knew the answer was yes. As were the rules. And she was not one to break the rules of The Atari. So, her world split before her, and she simply had to watch it. She wished she could climb out of her own body, be apart from all this just for a while. Paws became restless. Her heart began to beat in what could be fury or fear, she had no idea. Just this burning feeling. This burning terrible feeling that meant she couldn't be here right now. With that, she stood up. Paws raced out of the den, then out of the camp. She was running through the mountains. No clear destination, but her paws would guide her where they always did. She sniffed. What was this, tears coming back? A groan escaped her as she ran. Not once in her life had she ever felt like this. She'd felt a myriad of things, but this?? It were as though every possible bad thing had congealed into one. Was she too weak for this journey? Sure, maybe. But it's not like that often stopped her. Unless someone forced her to stop, she'd be at the Glimmerall. She could stay there, and she could sleep there. Just for a night.... [open ^^] |
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Yowling and yowling and yowling. But Potato didn't really have much choice but to respond, because otherwise he was fairly certain that the trapper would gut him, and the other initiates. So he rolled out of his nest, shaking out his fur, and trotted to stand before her. Reporting for duty! he chirped, waving a front paw in a weird little greeting/salute/salutation. Or mostly just being awkward. Potato was hardly a graceful individual. But he was present, ready to do some training and hopefully not get kicked out of the Atari for being useless!
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Ace White with ginger and gray splotches; Scratch scar on cheek; Golden eyes She/her || 9 moons || Atari Initiate Primal Instincts - Bilingual T1 tw: panic attack, grief, minor blood https://www.warriorcatsonline.com/fo...ictureid=57712 ---Ace was sitting near the Initiate's den awkwardly. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing-- She had only joined recently, after all. Everything seemed quiet, as far as she could tell. Once again, she wondered whether joining this group was the right choice. But I have nowhere else to go. A fresh stab of pain shot through her. She shook her head, tamping down memories--memories of her sister--No. She couldn't think about it. About her. It was too painful. She couldn't show weakness here. She had to be useful, or else she guessed she'd get kicked out. She wasn't sure. That was one part of why she felt so awkward. That, and she didn't know anybody.There are so many cats here, more than she'd ever seen together... It was kind of overwhelming. They all seemed so tight-knit... Like a family. She closed her eyes, fighting off a wash of emotion. Why was she even here? Nobody needed her. Nobody. And she was useless, anyways. It's not like she could hunt. Her housefolk had always fed her... Before-- before the... incident. No. No, no. Stop it. Stop it. But she couldn't help remembering that fateful day. Panic and helplessness overcame her, the emotions she had felt when it happened. The dog... The cat... Her sister... She couldn't do this. Shecouldn'tshecouldn'tshecouldn't... She was shaking visibly now, fur spiking, eyes screwed shut. Blood flashed across her vision, the claws... ICAN'TICAN'TICAN'T-- @Dolomedes - Altair (if you want!) Open! |
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