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Post by Akura on Jan 6, 2021 22:33:43 GMT -6
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Post by Akura on Jan 8, 2021 0:25:16 GMT -6
Relationships
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Martenfoot | Adoptable | Current Mate | 'He's too much of a zealot, I'm third-wheeling for Starclan! Still, I'm stuck with him.' Rootclaw | budgie | Daughter | 'A handful, but I trust her judgement.' Mallowtail | Adoptable | Daughter Dustpaw | Adoptable Son Claypaw | jagdhund | Son | 'He works a bit too hard, but I'm proud to call him my son!'
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Post by Akura on Feb 2, 2021 16:25:06 GMT -6
Skypetal Lichenclan FUN CATCHY LINE OR LYRIC OR SAYING HERE The Apostles is a literate warriors roleplay. Located in northern Wisconsin on Lake Superior, the clan cats have made the Apostle Islands their home. While the islands #2e6694 are a popular tourist attraction, severe weather and irreparable trail damage has made some of the islands inhabitable. It is on these islands - Rocky Island and South Twin Island - that the clan cats have lived in a peace that has ebbed and flowed with the tide.
But with one message - that peace will end. The Apostles is a literate warriors roleplay. Located in northern Wisconsin on Lake Superior, the clan cats have made the Apostle Islands their home. While the islands are a popular tourist attraction, severe weather and irreparable trail damage has made some of the islands inhabitable. It is on these islands - Rocky Island and South Twin Island - that the clan cats have lived in a peace that has ebbed and flowed with the tide.
But with one message - that peace will end. The Apostles is a literate warriors roleplay. Located in northern Wisconsin on Lake Superior, the clan cats have made the Apostle Islands their home. While the islands are a popular tourist attraction, severe weather and irreparable trail damage has made some of the islands inhabitable. It is on these islands - Rocky Island and South Twin Island - that the clan cats have lived in a peace that has ebbed and flowed with the tide.
But with one message - that peace will end. The Apostles is a literate warriors roleplay. Located in northern Wisconsin on Lake Superior, the clan cats have made the Apostle Islands their home. While the islands are a popular tourist attraction, severe weather and irreparable trail damage has made some of the islands inhabitable. It is on these islands - Rocky Island and South Twin Island - that the clan cats have lived in a peace that has ebbed and flowed with the tide.
But with one message - that peace will end.
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Post by Akura on Feb 14, 2021 23:34:53 GMT -6
Bristlefur app
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Shy- Acorn- Blizzard- Drift- Flurry- Others Cricketcall - MemoriesBristlepaw making an important observation and confiding in Pearlpaw: Narrowed eyes wandered around the repetitive walls of his home. If it were up to him, he would've left this mess of rocks a long time ago. Sadly, it wasn't. 'Grounded' the apprentice thought to himself. 'All because stupid Adderpaw couldn't shut his trap for one patrol.' Now they're both stuck in camp for who knows how long, stuck doing gross tasks like pulling ticks off of elders when they could've been outside fighting instead. They now avoided each other for as long as possible, even going through the effort of taking different shifts just so they wouldn't have to see the other's ugly mug. The anger he initially felt had simmered down to an irritated spark, but all the time pent up had given him time to think on things. Too much time, actually. Trudging around camp all day had made Bristlepaw notice just how much everyone seemed to be obsessed with their ancestors, of all things. As a now adolescent cat, it was in his nature to question things; and question he did.
Even when they were allowed to go out again, Bristlepaw seemed consistently distracted. Though it had wholly consumed his thoughts, only one cat seemed to notice, or at the very least bother to look into it. And even she had taken a few days. He was hunched off in a long forgotten corner of the caves when she approached. The space he occupied was small and lonesome; perfect for when he wanted to avoid the more nosey cats. But the messy-furred tom was content in knowing none of his clanmates wanted to deal with him right then. A light pelt came into view, and he recognized the owner immediately. It would've been sad if he hadn't, considering they grew up together. Pearlpaw always seemed to know when he was feeling troubled - at least when it became more than he could bear alone. "Bristlepaw, mind if I join you?" To any other cat, he would've hissed in their face and stalked off to a better spot...but she was different. His sister was one of the few he tolerated, and even he didn't really know why. They sit for a few breaths in companionable silence. Her question hung silently in the air, both knowing what it was but not needing to say it.
The gruff tom takes a moment to find the words, before ducking his head and uttering, "Everyone here is always just going Starclan this and Starclan that, but I've never actually seen them do anything!" He almost instinctively lowers his voice before continuing, the sound low and growling, but tinged with something lighter and boyish that betrayed his age. "What if...they're not real in the first place? Just something they tell to keep the kits in line?" For the past few days it'd felt like he'd been spiraling deeper and deeper into a well of doubt, but finally saying his thoughts out loud seemed to give them a sort of tangibility that wasn't there before. "It would make sense, wouldn't it?" And while this may have reassured the tom, it didn't seem to be having the same effect on his sister.
Pearlpaw was stone-still, both body and face rigid as he spoke. The normally soft and open expression she wore was now replaced with something akin to his own, though slightly less angry looking. It felt as if the voice sounding from her lips wasn't her own in the slightest, as words and tone foreign to her replicated the fierce look in her eyes. "Bristlepaw...please. Don't tell anyone what you just told me. If someone finds out that you don't believe..." A more grim face than the last appeared. "Just promise me. Promise that you won't speak your mind on this at least." She bowed her head, but the weight of her words still got through to him.
The tom-cat was stunned to near silence. Never had his words had this much of an effect on her; not even when he condemned their father or called Adderpaw rude names in front of everybody. It was like an entirely different cat had taken the place of his sister for just those few moments. As green eyes began to peer up at him, he was jerked out of his stupor. "Ye...Yeah. Fine. Just on this though." Wanting to add a hint of levity, the apprentice quickly tacked on another comment. "I have a reputation to upkeep after all." The smirk crossing his face almost felt right, but there was no gleam of mischief or pride in his eyes today. This seemed to be enough for the oddly serious Pearlpaw, though, as a small sigh of relief left her. When she straightened to face him fully, the apprentice had seemed to come back to herself now. "Good. I'll see you later then? We can talk after I'm finished with my apprentice duties for the day." With his nod, she left. And just like that, everything was back to normal.
Normal, but...different at the same time. It was a hard thing to explain, but it felt like something irreversible and dangerously important had occurred in just those few minutes alone. It was the start of a path that Bristlepaw had unwittingly fallen upon...A mindset taking hold that would one day lead to his ruin. This was all unknown to him of course. And so, with a roll of his shoulders, he got up and continued on with his day.
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Post by Akura on Feb 25, 2021 21:46:14 GMT -6
Bristlefur Lichenclan "To lie is to admit your cowardice" A low noise droned through the sea caves as wind fought to intrude upon its tunnels. To a newer cat, the sound may have been distracting or disorienting, but to a Lichenclanner it was nothing more than white noise. Being such a cat, Bristlefur's mind was focused on one thing: finding his brother. As he stalked through the well-worn paths, his temper only seemed to grow. No matter how many twists and turns he took through the place with glaring eyes, not one hair of him turned up. An ugly expression pulled at the warrior's lips. He'd already done all the hunting he could stomach, and there's no way he could go without working his claws through something. If only a cat would come in and screech that there were intruders, or predators on the wind. That would be a good workout. Alas, it looked like he'd have to settle for someone else. Such a shame too; that brother was one of the few that didn't shy away from the more...extreme fighting methods that had become Bristle's specialty.
Rounding yet another jagged corner, the tom finally spotted someone. It wasn't his exact target, but it would do for now. The only things that mattered were having claws and teeth to fight with, and the courage to use them. In a gravelly voice he sounded. "You there! You don't seem like you're doing much. How about a moment of battle training? That way we can both be useful." No time was wasted on pleasantries, as per usual, but that wasn't exactly necessary in Bristlefur's opinion. All that mattered was the cat's response.
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Post by Akura on Mar 25, 2021 22:48:54 GMT -6
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Post by Akura on Mar 25, 2021 22:52:41 GMT -6
Ivorykit Thistleclan "I want to believe." The Apostles is a literate warriors roleplay. Located in northern Wisconsin on Lake Superior, the clan cats have made the Apostle Islands their home. While the islands are a popular tourist attraction, severe weather and irreparable trail damage has made some of the islands inhabitable. It is on these islands - Rocky Island and South Twin Island - that the clan cats have lived in a peace that has ebbed and flowed with the tide.
But with one message - that peace will end. The Apostles is a literate warriors roleplay. Located in northern Wisconsin on Lake Superior, the clan cats have made the Apostle Islands their home. While the islands are a popular tourist attraction, severe weather and irreparable trail damage has made some of the islands inhabitable. It is on these islands - Rocky Island and South Twin Island - that the clan cats have lived in a peace that has ebbed and flowed with the tide.
But with one message - that peace will end. The Apostles is a literate warriors roleplay. Located in northern Wisconsin on Lake Superior, the clan cats have made the Apostle Islands their home. While the islands are a popular tourist attraction, severe weather and irreparable trail damage has made some of the islands inhabitable. It is on these islands - Rocky Island and South Twin Island - that the clan cats have lived in a peace that has ebbed and flowed with the tide.
But with one message - that peace will end. The Apostles is a literate warriors roleplay. Located in northern Wisconsin on Lake Superior, the clan cats have made the Apostle Islands their home. While the islands are a popular tourist attraction, severe weather and irreparable trail damage has made some of the islands inhabitable. It is on these islands - Rocky Island and South Twin Island - that the clan cats have lived in a peace that has ebbed and flowed with the tide.
But with one message - that peace will end.
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