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POSTED ON: May 5, 2022 9:44:06 GMT 12
[googlefont=Quicksand][googlefont=Lobster] Sequoiasnow  [attr="class","khaltable"]Sequoiasnow was a large molly. She had a large, stocky build with long, muscular legs. She held a dusty colored pelt, with dark rosette spots, yet cool, light colored eyes. To most, she appeared intimidating. Cats at the border never seemed to like to mess with Sequoiasnow; her simple presence gave off vibes of a challenge. However, her appearance could not be any more deceiving. She lay sprawled out in the sun; a deceased rabbit at her paws. Sequoiasnow had been hunting, and after a long, lengthy chase, she had managed to catch the brown creature. She lay down, relaxing; her chest rising and falling steadily as she caught her breath. She loved running; she loved catching rabbits. There was something freeing about it all. Despite her large, bulky size; Sequoiasnow was actually an incredibly quick warrior. Perhaps not as agile and as graceful as some, but quick and strong. She exhaled slowly, her eyes falling now to the brightly colored trees in the distance. The cherry blossom trees were starting to shed their pale pink flowers and soon, the prairie would be dusted in pink tones and hues. She felt a small smile come to her maw as she savored the moment. . [newclass=".khaltable"]color:#365d4c;[newclass=".khaltable b"]color:#365d4c;[/newclass] Designed by BANDIT
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POSTED ON: May 31, 2022 18:27:42 GMT 12
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Cariboucall was a slender, light-framed tom. He was much smaller than Sequoiasnow. In fact; the two made a rather awkward couple due to their varying sizes. She was large and almost rather masculine, while he was almost the opposite - not that he’d admit it openly. [break][break]
The tom walked slowly; weaving through the territory carefully. He had been out exploring the territory for hours now, and he wasn’t yet ready to let up and return to the tunnels. He exhaled, his pale blue-gray eyes fell to the large rosette molly who watched the cherry blossoms fall - cherishing the moment. [break][break]
He let a small smile passed his lips as he drew towards her. She was his ‘destined’ mate. The two had just been paired up and arranged by Daffodilmist and Tigerflame; their mother’s. In reality, they had barely spoken to one another. But, their fates were tied now. This was their life. It was considered highly disrespectful and dishonorable to go against the pairings. [break][break]
Cariboucall decided that now was as good as time as any however to get to know the future mother to his children. “Hello there,” he said as he sat down beside her, his tail tucking around his paws. It felt a little awkward to be here with her now, knowing that their futures were set. But, he wanted to try - he really did. “You’re looking really relaxed today,” he said, “How are you going?”
[attr="class","percp5 percpba"]@sequoiasnow
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POSTED ON: Jun 1, 2022 20:01:31 GMT 12
[googlefont=Quicksand][googlefont=Lobster] Sequoiasnow  [attr="class","khaltable"] Sequoiasnow’s ears shot up, her gray gaze fell to Cariboucall as he approached. He was an attractive warrior - not only that, but he was capable and probably one of the clan’s rising warriors. He had potential. A lot of potential; likely why mother had arranged for their mateship. The two had grown up together in a way; having shared the apprentice den together. But, their relationship had ever developed or festered into anything other than acquaintances. As a rising warrior; Sequoiasnow had made an effort to keep her feelings sealed away - she simply couldn’t risk falling for someone, or accidentally developing romantic feelings! She could only imagine the horror and shame such a challenge would bring to her family. She thought about Iceskip, Mulberrycloud and Skywhisper. The estranged side of the family. Sequoiasnow smiled back to the tom. She felt a little nervous around him, but those feelings would surely fade with time. She ran her gaze over him curiously again. Perhaps she could end up falling in love with him. Perhaps they could build a real relationship from this. She dropped her shoulders back, soaking in his polite comments. Daffodilmist had obviously taught him some manners. “Thanks - I…I rather enjoy just sitting out here, taking in the sights and watching the petals fall from the cherry blossoms. I think they’re probably my favorite,” she said. The short-furred molly flicked her spotted ears, “I’ve been doing well. It’s a bit surreal right - being paired up?” She let out a small laugh , “I never thought that… Well, you and I? But, I guess there could be worse matches…” She said as she cheekily giggled. “How are you?”[newclass=".khaltable"]color:#E8D7C5;[newclass=".khaltable b"]color:#E8D7C5;[/newclass] Designed by BANDIT
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POSTED ON: Jun 8, 2022 15:35:15 GMT 12
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tunneler of windclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
Cariboucall enjoyed Sequoiasnow’s positivity and warm optimism. The two were almost polar opposites though; he was blunt, stubborn and cynical. He could be polite and he would treat his mate well; he would treat her with respect, but he did have a temper and he wouldn’t tolerate a mate who acted poorly towards him - or even made him look bad. Perhaps though - her calm, easy-going nature was what would help quell that fire. Perhaps that was why the two had been paired. [break][break]
His gaze ventured towards the large trees. They were large trees with hues of pink petals. He could see how someone could think they were pretty, but they were just trees to him. He flicked his dark seal colored ears, nodding as she continued on about how surreal it was - the two being paired. “It is a bit surreal,” he agreed. “I can’t wait for us to begin a family though and solidify our relationship,” he said, “Raise a new generation of strong, loyal, capable warriors of WindClan warriors.”
[attr="class","percp5 percpba"]@sequoiasnow
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POSTED ON: Jun 15, 2022 11:45:02 GMT 12
[googlefont=Quicksand][googlefont=Lobster] Sequoiasnow [attr="class","khaltable"] Cariboucall was straight to the point. He was eager to raise a family and give rise to the new generation of WindClan warriors. This was confronting to Sequoiasnow; she had always known that some day, she’d have to settle down with her paired mate, but she hadn’t expected to be a mother so soon. But, Cariboucall seemed to know what he wanted. She knew she couldn’t let him, or even her mother down. She smiled, nodding as he spoke. “Yeah,” she said with a small smile. Sequoiasnow was a little insecure. She was worried that she wasn’t very pretty and that she was too ‘masculine’. She was worried that maybe she wouldn’t be a good mother. So many nervous thoughts flooded her head. But, she saw the tom’s sleek pelt and his bright blue eyes and she felt slightly more sure of herself. This was what her mother envisioned; this was the plan. Their arranged mateships had been happening for many, many moons, and it had always gone well. This would be the same. “Would you like to maybe go hunting?” She asked, a smile came to her maw. [newclass=".khaltable"]color:#E8D7C5;[newclass=".khaltable b"]color:#E8D7C5;[/newclass] Designed by BANDIT
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POSTED ON: Jun 16, 2022 11:35:09 GMT 12
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tunneler of windclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
The warrior didn’t realize that his ‘mate’ was apprehensive about motherhood or settling down. But, he had made his intentions clear, and he was glad to have them out in the open. Relationships were all about communication, or so he had heard. The tom waved his tail as she eventually nodded and agreed about the future generation of WindClanners. It was refreshing to have someone else on the same page. [break][break]
Cariboucall nodded as the bengal suggested a hunt. It seemed like a good suggestion; maybe they could bond a little more over chasing rabbits. “Sounds good,” he said. Cariboucall took a few steps forward, padding across the soft stretch of the prairie. He opened his jaws and took a few small inhales of the air. His ears swiveled as he listened to the smells and sounds of the forest. [break][break]
A smile came to his muzzle a little, his whiskers flicked excitedly. “Rabbit,” he said, pointing his tail into the distance. “You draw it towards the blossom trees, and we can work together on bringing it down?”
[attr="class","percp5 percpba"]@sequoiasnow
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POSTED ON: Jun 17, 2022 8:41:22 GMT 12
[googlefont=Quicksand][googlefont=Lobster] Sequoiasnow [attr="class","khaltable"] Sequoiasnow welcomed the distraction of a hunt; she really did. While she liked Cariboucall, it all still felt a little overwhelming. She was so glad he agreed to a hunt. The tom was a tunneller, but he had also learned the ways of a moor-runner prior to changing his specialization. He was remarkable in that way really, and it seemed he still had the nose for tracking – a trait many tunnellers didn’t seem to hold for long as they were too focused on digging and creating new tunnels and pathways. Sequouasnow’s nerves were however, in full swing. She spotted the target with her sharp teal-colored eyes. And she made advances towards it, stalking it soundlessly. However, the rabbit jerked it’s head up as Sequouiasnow went to leap at it; sighting the incoming warrior, it squeaked and hurled itself towards Cariboucall. [newclass=".khaltable"]color:#E8D7C5;[newclass=".khaltable b"]color:#E8D7C5;[/newclass] Designed by BANDIT
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POSTED ON: Jun 22, 2022 14:00:18 GMT 12
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tunneler of windclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
The prey was clearly startled; it blindly rushed towards the dark seal-point warrior and with a smirk, he leaped forward, landed on it, and killed it seemingly effortlessly. He held it up in his jaws and returned to his mate's side. It had been a shame that his moor-runner companion hadn't been successful, but he couldn't deny that he didn't enjoy the chance to show off. [break][break]
"Seems I've still got it," he said as he dropped the rabbit down onto the ground. He stood proudly, almost too cocky; really. Cariboucall didn't really hunt on land all that often. He resided primarily in the tunnels and that was mostly by choice. He enjoyed the moors, but the tunnels always held a special connection in his chest. He motioned for Sequoiasnow to take a bite, "Care to share? Then, maybe we can take a slow walk back to my nest?"
[attr="class","percp5 percpba"]@sequoiasnow
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