"I'm guessing no one has seen Pebblefur . . " Hollytail flicked his tail. He decided that he would go find Pebblefur him self. He ran out of camp, heading towards Lionsbeach.
== > @vellichor || apologizes for how short this but i did want to have worm reply really quick!
The Dark Lord trialed behind the scarred warrior. Anxiety buzzing in his paws, and he wanted to shrink down and bury himself in the dirt. Wormbite wasn't scared of many things. At this point, not even death. However, Beansprout? He could tell there was frustration in the tom's voice - maybe not quite anger, he wasn't sure. Even that didn't scare him. (..mostly.) Actually, perhaps that would've been better. If Beansprout took his frustration out on him. No, no. He didn't, he just seemed so damn disappointed.
Which actually was worse than anything Wormbite had ever experienced.
He stood tall, resisting the urge to sink because he didn't want to shy away from Beansprout's words. His long and sleek tail curled over his paws as he listened to the tom shift from each and every one of them. Thoughts reeling in his head. There were three Shields - including him. Moonfrost had disappeared. Blizzardwind had passed. (Briefly, he didn't understand why Beansprout didn't carry the title of Shield when there were openings.)
When it moved to him, he slowly nodded his head. Wormbite wasn't sure how to respond, attempting to apologize didn't seem.. right. If he went down that path, he might as well get on the Streamstone and say that to everyone. He didn't want to make a promise - not because he wouldn't fulfil it, just, wasn't a fan of them. Actions speak louder than words.
"Thank you, " He replied, dipping his head in respect. Staying quiet throughout the rest of Beansprout's speech, listening to his paws pad away. Waiting until he could no longer hear them.
Then, Wormbite slowly sank into the floor and became a deflated balloon. Letting out a shuddering sigh. Wincing at the pressure against his rib, taking in a deep breath. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Then, he was up. Time to start making improvements and he knew just where he was starting. Injured or not, he could still talk.
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Last edited by wolfie; April 18th, 2023 at 04:15 PM.
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[ Wormbite is calling for any uninjured apprentices who have not been taught battling whatsoever to come with him. He will be hosting a group training session. ]
Disclaimer : This will most likely be a slow roleplay. I will attempt to reply as fast as possible but with the current events, I cannot make any promises! However, I did want to get this rolling.
The Dark Lord limped into the middle of the clearing. His wounds had slowly healed, beginning to shift into scars. The pain from the bitemarks were dull, and while his limp was more... prominent, he could actually begin to feel less like the incarnate of death. He couldn't quite do any strenuous activities but, he could do this. With the recent battle with the dogs and Beansprout words on his mind, Wormbite was determined.
"Apprentices! If you are uninjured and are lacking in basic battle training, come here. We will be changing that today and go over defense and offense. Please ready yourselves to head to the Training Island. Any warriors are welcome to aid with their knowledge or offer more in-depth supervision, " He yowled, his low voice booming across the clearing.
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The brow tuxedo ears twitched when they heard Wormbite, giving basic battle training. She hummed softly in thought before standing up and trotting over, once again tapping the tom on the shoulder to show that she was going to join for the training. They were wondering how many others would be joining them in this training.
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the small frightened kit hid in what she hoped was the nursery, her ears folded down and her nose twitching. After a mere minute or so, the tiny molly regained her courage and headed out into the clearing again, keeping her head down, Havenkit didn't realize where she was going until *crash* she slammed right into an unknown cat, and fell right underneath them.
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Sleekshine
Ever feel like you’re a kittypet when you laze around camp? That’s what Sleekshine felt like. She was dozing under the shade of a large plant, eyes blinking slowly. The heat seemed to be getting to her head. She felt so comfortable in the sun yet couldn’t help feeling guilty at herself. She was a warrior! Supposed to be helping the clan thrive! It was her job to care for the clan! Yet the sun seemed too good… she was torn by the two options.
“Let’s just get this over with…” she growled to herself before hoisting herself up. Gazing around the clearing, she spotted the smoky pelt of Beansprout. “Hey Beansprout! Care to go for a hunt with me?” she called, gesturing to the entrance of the camp.
[ Wormbite is calling for any uninjured apprentices who have not been taught battling whatsoever to come with him. He will be hosting a group training session. ]
Disclaimer : This will most likely be a slow roleplay. I will attempt to reply as fast as possible but with the current events, I cannot make any promises! However, I did want to get this rolling.
The Dark Lord limped into the middle of the clearing. His wounds had slowly healed, beginning to shift into scars. The pain from the bitemarks were dull, and while his limp was more... prominent, he could actually begin to feel less like the incarnate of death. He couldn't quite do any strenuous activities but, he could do this. With the recent battle with the dogs and Beansprout words on his mind, Wormbite was determined.
"Apprentices! If you are uninjured and are lacking in basic battle training, come here. We will be changing that today and go over defense and offense. Please ready yourselves to head to the Training Island. Any warriors are welcome to aid with their knowledge or offer more in-depth supervision, " He yowled, his low voice booming across the clearing.
Rainpaw perked up at Wormbite's call. Oh?? Training? The little she-cat padded over with her tail high, giving a chirp to display her readiness.
Nightfall smiles, she was glad to be back in camp. She Missed every single bit of this, She glanced around. Nightfall wonders what actually happened while she was out.
"Dadddd-dddddy," The wail was loud enough to carry across the clearing and to his father, although Lambpaw was always loud enough. You could pick his voice out with ease.
His fuzzy tail was slipped between his legs as he sulked. Scabbing had formed on his scruff wounds; luckily the dogs had only gotten a mouthful of kitty pudge. Twas but a flesh wound!
"I'm being a brave boy about this..." He sniffled, headache still bugging the energetic apprentice.
Beekit lay in the clearing, thinking about what to do. She wanted to play something but she didn't know any of the cats who were there and it was too nice out to go inside the nursery and find someone.
[ @Octavia! ]
(sorry 4 late response)
Ravenkit noticed another kit. "he-hello?" he meowed, "I'm Ravenkit..."
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