“Hm?” Burnedpaw followed Splitpaw’s gaze and groaned. “That’s my littermate, Charredpaw.” He told her, then turned over his shoulder and waved his tail to get her attention. “Hey! Charredpaw!” He called.
Splitpaw looked at Charredpaw with a smile, then turned back to Burnedpaw. She took in his appearance. She didn't know why but recently she would find her self staring at him. She didn't understand why. Yeah she liked him as a friend, but more than a friend?
vm me to enter my lair. it has infinite movies and wifi! snacks will be given. sometimes..
@/Eucalyptuspaw came for the movies and snacks!! @/snowflake. enters, carrying a whole buncha snowballs @/ChromeSilver_Hwaa enters carrying a Tiramisu Cake @/Clamfish came for the drama, fruits, and macaroni and cheese
After her little headbutting, Waspkit's eyes brightened with hopefulness as her father stared down at her, the kit's paws front paws shuffling softly on the ground. The half white kit flinched softly as Spiderdad rose a paw, her maw opening in preparation for an ear-shattering shriek. But the large paw only rested softly atop her head and rolled softly side to side. Waspkit immediately melted into the touch, her father's words barely making it to her ears before she rumbled loudly with a purr. The kit's chest swelled with warmth and love for her father, shuffling closer, aiming to nuzzle up against him and bury herself into his fluff. She didn't even notice how far away his voice sounded, how distant and distracted it felt. All Waspkit could think about was the gentle paw atop her head and how lovely it made her feel. It was much, much different from her Hornet's affection, but it still felt nice. "Thank you, dad.." Waspkit murmered.
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
He hadn't even realized he was doing it until the kit had whispered. His paw shooting up, fur fluffed once he realized. Oh this wasn't Asterdance. Asterdance was dead and this right here was a parasite. Yep. A parasite. Holding his paw up Spiderthroat did his best to discern what to do. He was trying his hardest to keep himself from caving in, falling into the trap of being a father to a gaggle of kits who believed that they were in fact his kits.
After a very, very very long moment of his gears turning, the calico could do nothing more than cough and adjust his tail. Now swooping it so it gently rested on his paws. Realizing he was still holding his paw up, he elected to simply lower it and pull at his tail fur. What does he say to a kit that wouldn't scare them off?
"Well. Why'd you get abandoned?"
Perfect. Wonderful segway, he was a genius.
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"Without worrying about our appearance, let's conclude today."
Spiderthroat is the Deputy of ThunderClan
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But these fingers and these palms
Full of love despite the scars
They show indisputably I have so much more to grow
Oh, I can change, I can evolve
I can get up when I fall
I'll live contentedly, I don't need a reason why
Standing tall and standing strong
I have found where I belong
In the arms of somebody, there is no more need to cry
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Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 22 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly
Purrks:
Mind Reader [INACTIVE]
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It was a good day to start a conversation. Well, a good day for the cats that were not sick. The scarred she-cat padded across the clearing, spotting the brown-furred Elder sitting. Putting on a warm and friendly smile Mothflame padded over, slowing when she got closer as to not startle the old chap.
"Hello, Lionwish." She greeted with a slight nod, a purr tinging her voice.
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Please feel free to bump me on any ongoing RPs. I have ADHD and it gets really hard for me to keep track of all my RPs ^^
• • • Icekit • Silentpaw • Mothflame • Firepaw • Daykit • Windpaw • Spiritkit • Eveningpaw • Mimickit • Starlingkit • Hiddenpaw • Milkbee Do you dare approach?
"Dad!" Antpaw's grouchy face relaxes as he finally finds Hawkthorn in the clearing. It was Starclan's luck that he wasn't outside.
"Mom's finished birthing, but there's complications." Antpaw meows. He wasn't sure exactly how to break it to his father that two of the kits were now cold. Dead. It just didn't seem like something you'll say in full view of the clan.
"You have to come to the nursery. Quickly."
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@Bluest+r~ /Hawkthorn
(Bury the sad babies, T^T)
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