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Post by Kala on Nov 2, 2008 10:23:51 GMT -5
ooc//LegendClan November Role Playing Thread |
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Post by seren on Nov 2, 2008 15:17:19 GMT -5
Prim and proper Oasisdream daintily clawed off bite-size portions of the sunfish she was enjoying and made certain that she chewed her catch at least thirty-nine times before swallowing. Licking her lips after every swallow, she extracted the frail bones from the fat creature and made a tidy pile. Disgusted by the manner in which nearly every other cat in camp devoured their meals in under a minute, the tan Siamese wondered what it would hurt them to actually chew their food.
Pregnant by six moons, the calico she-cat with the dew-on-grass eyes knew it wouldn't be long before she delivered at least one more life into the world. Laying outside of the queens den, Fayreign twitched her whiskers in amusement at some of the sparing kits tugging at each other and wrestling one another to the ground.
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Post by dragon on Nov 6, 2008 20:21:25 GMT -5
DriftMoon (i hope its okay. past drama is past drama) padded out of her den. Memories of her dream etched into the very being of her crainium. She spotted another cat. She blinked fondly at the calico. Fayriegn. She chuckled to herself. Everyone was falling in love now, and having kits like the world was about to end. Did she remember what that was like? Vaugely.
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Post by seren on Nov 6, 2008 22:10:12 GMT -5
Eyes widening at Driftmoon's presence, she had been far too content with her own thoughts. Nodding in her general direction, Fayreign lilted over. "Hullo, Driftmoon." Tilting her head to the side, she gazed at Oasisdream, who had just finished her meal and would now prompty begin to groom herself. Sure enough, the Siamese sunned herself and began to groom her front paws. Rolling her eyes, she tried to ignore her.
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Post by dragon on Nov 9, 2008 13:16:41 GMT -5
"Fayreign." DriftMoon nodded in respect for the warrior. Something she had never been able to be, nor would ever be. A mother. A fighter. Strong. Supposedly, though, the life of a Medicene Cat -as she had experienced- took great strength. "When do you think you are due?" She asked, eyeing Fayreign's sides. How many had she had? This was why it was true that Legendclan breed like rabbits. Oh well. The more the marrier. She herself would never want to have kits, now that she thought about it. Being cooped up in the nursery, raising them...it just wasn't her style.
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Post by seren on Nov 9, 2008 15:15:17 GMT -5
Turning her full attention on Driftmoon, she paid no mind to Oasisdream returning several stray kits back to the queens den, only to then rush to the elders den to assist in the war against ticks. Purring, she pretended like it didn't bother her that Oasisdream was so responsible and proper compared to her, that it didn't matter that she never saw Glacierheart anymore. "Oh, I'd say about three moons to go. At least, I hope. I don't think I can handle getting much bigger than this." She chortled at her own joke. As usual, the only one yowling at her own insipid observations, her supposed wit.
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Post by dragon on Nov 9, 2008 17:57:29 GMT -5
ooc: Have I missed something? I tried to keep up, but it sounds as if Glacierheart has become quite the playa.
bic: "Only three? Already? Time really does fly." DirftMoon commented. She couldn't help but notice that Fayreign seemed distracted, at the least, something was irratating the queen. Her eyes glanced around, but found nothing to be out of place. Kits around, everything seeming to fall into place for another Leaf-Bare. "You'll be giving birth during leaf bare then, Fayreign." DriftMoon pointed out as she realized the fact. That was dangerous.
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Post by seren on Nov 10, 2008 1:03:43 GMT -5
ooc: No, she's just upset because he's always off doing something else (really, it's just because Taylor hasn't been on for a while.)
bic: Gulping, the words hit her like a blow to the head. "L-Leafbare?" she stuttered, trying to catch her breath. "That's a good sign." Sarcasm flooded her voice and she rolled her eyes. A nervous meow escaped her throat as if trying to shake off the severity of the event.
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Post by dragon on Nov 10, 2008 1:47:31 GMT -5
"I'll be there to help of corse, epesially if they fall ill. Don't worry." DriftMoon hadn't ever bared kits herself, but she knew how to cure the ill, and how to treat an ill kit. She would help Fayrign in every way possible. DriftMoon purred slightly as to reassure the queen. Hre tail swayed to its own tune, and then she realized that Symphoniapaw was playing one of his own so called 'compositons' as he sat in teh corner with Blister. That was the tune she had been waving too.
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Post by seren on Nov 10, 2008 2:21:58 GMT -5
Ears perked, her eyes narrowed conspirationally. It was as if she was going mad, hearing bizarre tunes now. "Oi--what's that sound?" At least it was a lovely melody and not something obnoxiously attrocious (can't spell right now). At least...
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Post by dragon on Nov 10, 2008 17:26:06 GMT -5
Blister look up at the queen's question. "Oh, sorry." She barely managed to speak over her laughter. "Here, Symphoniapaw!" She poked him with her sparking tail.
He was obviously workig very hard on the sound he called music because he was tapping his paw to the tempo he was trying to keep. When the red she-cat tapped him it broke the concentratin, and the leody quickly dissipated. "Blister?" His amatyst eyes looked at her, but she nodded over to where the two older cats where standing.
"Oh," He looked down, and then up at the two she-cats. One was Medicene cat, he knew, and the other he did not. But she was bulging at her sides, so she must have been a queen. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you," Noting the look on Fayriegn's face, he said, "I can stop if you want."
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Post by seren on Nov 10, 2008 18:45:36 GMT -5
Lips downturned, she made the connection. "Oh! That was you! Right, I forgot about that. You can keep playing if you want." She felt a little humiliated now; she had completely forgotten about the abilities of others. Her own power, she now realized, had gone to waste. Supposedly, I can control inanimate things--like leaves--and insects, as well. Have I forgotten or just not cared this past twelve moons or so?
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Post by dragon on Nov 16, 2008 13:21:36 GMT -5
ooc: OH!! I didn't know Fayriegn had a power. Sorry. its good to know though.
Symponiapaw looked at Blister. She nodded inthusiasticly. She thought it was wonderful that he was the only one with this power, and wanted him to use it as much as possible. She wished her power was as unique as his, but shugged the thought away. Symphoniapaw started up the melody again. This time not so loud as to disturb other, but to make Blister happy.
"One day, you'll get so good at this you'll be able to do it without concentrating Symphoniapaw." Blister told him.
DriftMoon chuckeled at the two apprentices and then turned back to Fayreign. "Some power huh?" She asked the other cat, wondering how the cats of this clan had powers at all.
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Post by seren on Nov 16, 2008 20:53:30 GMT -5
She clucked her tongue as she thought. "Yeah. Who knows how any of us got our powers? Maybe our great-great-great-great ancestors rolled around in toxic waste." Wrinkling her nose at this statement, she prayed to StarClan that wasn't the case. It detracted from the mystery of it all.
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Post by dragon on Nov 18, 2008 23:02:47 GMT -5
A great howl of laughter left the medicene cat. "That would be a sight to see." She really would have liked to be there if that was the case. But she doubted their ancestors would be so stupid as to do something like that. She liked to think that Legendclan was destined for something...greater. Not amazing, but not average. IT took great courage to face your powers and use them to YOUR will not the other way around.
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