The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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You're my friend now, we're having soft tacos later! (c)
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Ice
Characters : Fuzzface, Curlyfluff, Sweetheart, Molehill, Bugpaw Clan/Rank : (F)WC/T5, (C)TC/T5, (S)TC/T3, (M)WC/T3 Deputy, (B)WC/App Number of posts : 5968 Gender : F Age : 24
Subject: You're my friend now, we're having soft tacos later! (c) Tue 5 Nov 2024 - 8:26
Sitting near the edge of camp as the sun began to rise high up into the clear sky above, Bugpaw let out a wide yawn. He hadn't understood why he always seemed to wake up so early, but he enjoyed the time to himself and getting to watch the rest of his clanmates sleepily make their way out of their dens. The air was brisk and a slight breeze brought in the chilly air, and he thanked StarClan for his fuzzy pelt. It wasn't long, but it's general thickness gave him a sense of warmth.
Characters : [C]indersky, [W]olfpaw [D]aytrader, [R]yepaw Clan/Rank : RiverClan, T4 Deputy | ShadowClan, Apprentice| T1 Loner | WindClan Apprentice Number of posts : 559 Gender : They/She Age : 20
Subject: Re: You're my friend now, we're having soft tacos later! (c) Tue 12 Nov 2024 - 9:57
Ryepaw
Some shepherd inhales smoke from a burning bush...
Aches and pains woke him up. Mostly his teeth right now, no matter what way he covered the exposed fangs with his paw, the cold worked its way into them. It stung and had him squeezing his eye shut. And the nip worked its way into his joints and all the wounds that still looked puffed and jagged with scabs. He tried to go back to sleep. He really did.
He hauled himself out of the den with a pained groan. A big, lumbering, staggering oaf is what he looked like. And with not an ounce of full-vision, ended up almost walking straight onto someone. He came to a quick stop, tilting his one good eye downward. "Oh, eh. Sorry. Didn't see ye. M'bad."
Characters : Fuzzface, Curlyfluff, Sweetheart, Molehill, Bugpaw Clan/Rank : (F)WC/T5, (C)TC/T5, (S)TC/T3, (M)WC/T3 Deputy, (B)WC/App Number of posts : 5968 Gender : F Age : 24
Subject: Re: You're my friend now, we're having soft tacos later! (c) Tue 12 Nov 2024 - 17:32
Having been concentrating on grooming himself, Bugpaw failed to see one of his fellow apprentice walking up on him and was alerted by the familiar voice. Looking up, he was just inches away from Ryepaw who was apologizing at almost trampling him. Letting out a giggle, Bugpaw gave the larger apprentice a friendly lick on the nose. He wasn't the closest of friends with the apprentice, but seeing as though they shared the same den area he knew him just enough. Of course, the apprentice had gotten injured because of the wolf attack, but Bugpaw didn't mind. If anything, it simply made Ryepaw more interesting with more stories to tell once he was an elder!
"It's alright," Bugpaw purred before lifting a paw and straightening out the fur that he'd disturbed on the top of his head. "You seem to be doing better today," the stout apprentice inquired with a friendly smile on his maw.
Characters : [C]indersky, [W]olfpaw [D]aytrader, [R]yepaw Clan/Rank : RiverClan, T4 Deputy | ShadowClan, Apprentice| T1 Loner | WindClan Apprentice Number of posts : 559 Gender : They/She Age : 20
Subject: Re: You're my friend now, we're having soft tacos later! (c) Yesterday at 8:29
Ryepaw
Some shepherd inhales smoke from a burning bush...
Ryepaw blinked, crinkling his nose once Bugpaw moved away. That was weird. Not in a bad way, he thought. Made his pelt feel hot and itchy, but at the same time-- He didn't think any other apprentice would try to even pat him on the nose, or what was left of it, with a paw. Let alone lick it. By the time he had decided not to dwell too long on it, Bugpaw had said that he looked better.
"Might look it a little," He rumbled. "But sure don't feel it. Never thought I'd miss havin' a full lock a lips until I lost half of 'em. Teeth get cold, and it sure feels funny."
