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MarrowClan RP Thread
By: Shannon Date: January 16, 2014, 5:46 pm
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Knochen looked around at the little clan he had started,
smiling. This was his attempt at remaking his beloved clan that
he had come from, BoneClan, or now CryptClan. The new version of
the clan had disgusted him, so he had left, the idea of making
his own clan in his head. Now MarrowClan was a reality, even if
it wasn't nearly as big as CryptClan. That wasn't a big deal now
though, it was only a new clan. The Bengal was confident that it
would grow in size, it just needed time. For now, the few cats
who were already members of MarrowClan were enough for him.
The fewer cats who were with him, the fewer the cats who would
have to depend on him to make the right decisions right now. The
most he had been before was an Omen, or Auguries as he would
call them. Over a little while he could learn how to be the
ideal leader for the members of MarrowClan, but right now he
just needed to be good for the few cats already here. As he
learned more, the better he would be, and the better the clan. A
confident smile placed on his face, Knochen's green eyes looked
around, at all the members and every bit of land that was now
MarrowClan's.
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Re: MarrowClan RP Thread
By: dawnfire111 Date: January 16, 2014, 6:45 pm
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Voxoa sat at the entrance of the camp cave, her dark green gaze
flickering around the rocky terrain. Dust slowly flew into the
air in puffy clouds around her as her dark gray tail swished
back and forth against the light and sensitive dirt. Her large
ears pricked to the sides and then behind her, and she began to
pull in the scents around her, but nothing interested her. No
prey around here that she could tell. Voxoa snorted with
disappoint and spun around to wander back into the cave, once
again causing sand to fog the atmosphere behind her. Now that
they have settled in their new territory, what should she do?
Chara let out a loud and shamelessly pitiful sneeze when dust
flew up her nose while she was napping. Luckily for the rest of
the few members, this had stopped the obnoxious snoring from
leaving her jaws. "Eww..." she muttered, brushing her paw with
her dry tongue and then rubbing and cleaning her face with it
after she sat her plum body upwards. This was something she was
going to have to get used to.
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Re: MarrowClan RP Thread
By: Raven` Date: January 17, 2014, 4:51 am
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Azalea was resting near the pile a few piles of herbs in her
den, which was FINALLY big enough for her considering she had
finally stopped growing. Her light blue eyes watched the herbs
quietly, while her ears picked up the sounds of the Clan. She
had to be honest here, she wasn't used to not much noise. Unlike
Knochen, she decided to stay in BoneClan longer, and every
morning there would be a cat screech from a fight or the sound
of cats commiting cannibalism. Because of that, she couldn't
sleep well there. But also because of that, it felt weird to
sleep here.
The pitbull brushed off the thoughts and yawned quietly, tail
wagging. She stood up and walked out of her den, her head
hunched over just incase she hit the ceiling. Zay sat outside
her den and watched cats stir, a little upset that with all this
collecting for the new Clan and trying things out in the old
Clan, not one pitbull had popped up and caught her eye. Well,
Popcorn did, but she didn't want to talk about the SnowClan pit.
Harlee also stole a bit of her heart, but then he decided
against it and to fall in love with someone he couldn't have
kits with.
She needed to stop thinking about this crap. She was an herb
now, and she was determined to not fall in love with anyone. She
was determined to right the wrongs Radium had started, and all
of her three month old kittens continued. Oh, the pit remembered
Radium. She had gotten r.ped a bit after promotion, then fell in
love, then again, again, and again with several different cats
and had litters with each of them. Then she chose her children
over better choices for the medic spot (Azalea admits that she
is still a little hurt from the first herb gathering she went
to).
Stop! Now is not time to wallow in pain and hurt. Now was the
time to think of the future, right? With Knochen as leader and
she as head herb, nothing should go wrong.
(I'm a little tempted to go see if other people that we're good
friends w/ on wcrpg want to join this xD)
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Re: MarrowClan RP Thread
By: Jstar Date: January 22, 2014, 1:53 pm
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Chocolaterain groomed herself with a bit of struggle in the
nursery. She was expecting kits any day now.
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Re: MarrowClan RP Thread
By: Spotteh Date: January 22, 2014, 2:24 pm
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Damian bounded through the Marrowclan territory loudly singing
the Batman theme song. He didn't actually know this land was
taken, much less that anyone lived here.
"BATMAN!" He gave an extra little jump as he said it, his wiry
limbs sending him almost straight up in the air. It hadn't been
long since he left his old kitty pet life and so far, life was
good. No one told him what to do or where to be or when to shut
up and go to sleep already. No one told him he was crap or hit
him. It was just him and the whole wide world and, for now, he
was enjoying it.
"BATMAN!!" He sailed into the air again, a wide smile across his
white face, an unusual look considering all of him but his paws
were black as black could be. And his bright red eyes to the mix
and it wasn't much of a surprise why his parents called him
Damian. Fortunately his personality did not live up to his
unfortunate name. He continued nyooming around, singng his song,
and watching the curling dust clouds plume up in his wake. Today
would be awesome. He could just feel it.
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Re: MarrowClan RP Thread
By: dawnfire111 Date: January 23, 2014, 1:04 pm
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Voxoa lashed her long tail around like a whip and stretched her
long limbs, as her bones were aching to run. Well, there was
obviously nothing to do here, so she might as well adventure
outside of camp before Chara starts complaining. The solid gray
figure then headed out and let her trapped energy release
themselves in long bounds. A wide, carefree smile was planted on
her face, although she still kept her guard up by breathing in
the scents around her. Dust began dirtying her pelt, but she
didn't seem to mind. Especially when a new discovery blinded
everything else on her mind. She scented something- no, someone!
Her brain told her the scent was carried by a tom, and it wasn't
long before her ears caught cheerful singing and shouting.
Instinctively her ears flattened and she began to stalk towards
the loud calling of the unknown male. Finally, something to
do... she thought, letting go of a satisfied purr. Not like it
really mattered if she made much noise now, the intruder was
already causing a racket. Voxoa straightened herself as she
curved around a couple boulders doubling her height and stood
boldly beside it. "What the hell are you doing here?" she
snapped, her green eyes narrowing into a fierce glare while a
rumbling growl echoed from her throat.
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Re: MarrowClan RP Thread
By: Spotteh Date: January 23, 2014, 9:06 pm
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At the sound of the other cat's voice, Damian turned to look
only to trip and roll head over tail into a nearby rock. Ow.
That hurt. "Hi!" He said cheerfully, squirming to see who it was
from his current uncomfortable position with his tail end high
in the air. His smiled died though as he looked up at her. He
knew that look. He'd screwed up. Again.
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Re: MarrowClan RP Thread
By: dawnfire111 Date: January 24, 2014, 9:28 pm
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Voxoa glared at the young tom for a few more long moments before
releasing a loud giggle. That was just...too funny. She casually
sniffed and straightened herself again, but left the amused
smile on her face. "Are you gonna keep sitting there like a dork
or are you going to answer my question?" she purred teasingly,
taking a few sliding steps toward him.
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Re: MarrowClan RP Thread
By: Spotteh Date: January 24, 2014, 9:34 pm
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Oh good. Laughter. Even if it was at him, laughter was a good
thing. He rolled over onto his paws, shaking off his dust
covered fur as he got up. "Um... I'm just goofing off." He
admitted. He did that a lot. For no other reason than he could.
"Why?" He didn't really know why she was mad unless she was
staying in the area.
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Re: MarrowClan RP Thread
By: dawnfire111 Date: January 27, 2014, 10:52 pm
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Voxoa revealed annoyance once again by whipping her tail to the
side and rolling her deep green orbs. "Why? Well, I don't want
to be a party pooper, but this is no place to be "goofing off."
You're kind of on MarrowClan territory, and unless you're here
to join, I have every right to rip you to shreds," she purred
bittersweetly, her front paws flexing with pleasure.
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