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POSTED ON: Aug 9, 2022 10:57:38 GMT 12
Chestnutpelt wasn't in the mood for her mother's lecture.
Oh just find a tom already dear, you won't have that agile body forever you know. I want some grankits before I go to Starclan, and I want to see em be warriors too.
A loud his left Chestnutpelt as she came to a halt, kicking up snow as she did and her curly short fur bristled. Why now?! Sycamoreroot had just died, camp was a mess, and she wasn't in the mood for this! Of course she wanted a mate and it's not like Sycamoreroot would've been her mate but...he was nice. He really was. And now to lose a cat who was starting to feel like a friend well...she didn't want to try and...Chestnutpelt sighed angirly.
What was she going to do? Once her parents started on something, they wouldn't stop till she made her choice and gave them what they wanted. They were like that through her whole kithood. Being questioned constantly which path did she want and there was no other path. Damn Windclan and it's traditional nonsense!
However, she cast her gaze to the border as she thought she heard the crunch of snow.
"Reveal yourself." Chestnutpelt instructed firmly, no doubt her tone being more angry sounding.
At least out here...she was more in her element.
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POSTED ON: Aug 10, 2022 14:35:41 GMT 12
[attr="class","tttop"] [attr="class","ttimg"]  [attr="class","ttlineone"]applebite [attr="class","ttlinetwo"]warrior of shadowclan [attr="class","ttbody"]Applebite wasn't trying to conceal his presence in the slightest. The aftermath of the blizzard still made him shiver. Being stuck in the warriors den while they frantically tried to dig their way out was not something Applebite liked. Which is why he was not in camp at the moment, and instead at the borders. Yellow eyes took in the scenery around him, noting how it would hopefully start warming up now that the worst of leaf-bare was over. He had been rather distracted that he had not noticed the WindClan molly that stood at the borders. Ears perked as she called for him to reveal himself he came out from where he was. The shrubbery must have been hiding him or something. "Tsk Tsk, so much anger," He said, putting on a rather charming smile as he looked to the molly. She was pretty. She wasn't anything Applebite would consider as a mate for sure - but it would be fun to flirt with her. "What has you all worked up beautiful?"[attr="class","ttnotes"]word count ● chestnutpelt ● notes if you want [googlefont=Lobster] [newclass=.tttop]width:380px;background:#333;padding:30px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttimg]border:1px solid #fcfcfc;padding:10px;border-radius:100px;width:100px;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlineone]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:lobster;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:47px;letter-spacing:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlinetwo]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#555;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;padding:40px;width:360px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody b]color: #444;[/newclass][newclass=.ttnotes]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;margin-top:5px;opacity:0.7;line-height:14px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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POSTED ON: Aug 10, 2022 14:46:07 GMT 12
Well....at least it was a clan cat and only one. The chances of a border skirimish were lessened to a small margin; unless he had company hiding as well. But...she kind of doubted that many cats would be hind on patrol while camp was no doubt buried. Still, the way the tom spoke and flashed that smile..Starclan above, he was one of those cats. She sighed. Mostly to vent her anger but also to secretly get the displeasure of the opening line from the tom. "Oh you name it. The blizzard, loosing friends, parents being jerks to think that now is the time to start trying to get you to do something, and just....over all done with Leaf-bare." Chestnutpelt responded, one ear twitched as she looked him up and down. At least he didn't look horrible...not some mangled up, ready to lose all of his fur kind of appearance. His coat looked healthy and well...his voice wasn't irritating...just the way he smiled and opened the conversation with was. She wondered if this was how every tom acted near the borders when alone. Trying to swoon someone and make em slip up? Or they were doing it just to be jerks. She didn't know. How would she know? "I'm sure you can understand the displeasure at this whole blizzard thing." Chestnutplet added, sounding less angry as she tried to calm her emotions. Applebite
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POSTED ON: Aug 10, 2022 14:54:14 GMT 12
[attr="class","tttop"] [attr="class","ttimg"] [attr="class","ttlineone"]applebite [attr="class","ttlinetwo"]warrior of shadowclan [attr="class","ttbody"]Applebite knew that it had hit the other clans like it did Shadowclan. He didn't know much about WindClan life, but he assumed that they had struggled much like ShadowClan had. Giving her a nod as he listened, he was thankful that Almondclaw would never force himself or his littermates to do anything. That was what was great by being raised by your adoptive father. There wasn't so much pressure. He knew that WindClan often pushed for pure blood lines. They even went as far as betrothals from what he heard. He could never imagine someone telling him who he was going to love. Especially since he didn't really want to settle down right now. "Oh the blizzard was horrid," He said with a crinkle of his nose. "Leaf-bare can be over with and I'd be happy," He could tell by her reaction to his previous statement that she hadn't outright rejected his advances. That would mean he would keep it up. Applebite was definitely wrong about that, but she didn't plainly say she didn't like it so he would keep going! "I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it though," He said, moving closer to sit down, inviting her to do so as well. "May I ask what your parents are trying to get you to do?"[attr="class","ttnotes"]word count ● chestnutpelt ● notes if you want [googlefont=Lobster] [newclass=.tttop]width:380px;background:#333;padding:30px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttimg]border:1px solid #fcfcfc;padding:10px;border-radius:100px;width:100px;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlineone]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:lobster;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:47px;letter-spacing:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlinetwo]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#555;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;padding:40px;width:360px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody b]color: #444;[/newclass][newclass=.ttnotes]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;margin-top:5px;opacity:0.7;line-height:14px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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POSTED ON: Aug 10, 2022 15:02:01 GMT 12
"At least I can agree with ya there..." Chestnutpelt admitted, ears slanting as some of her tension went away. "Once Leaf-bare is overwith, it'll be a lot better." She was also cold, short fur despite the curls remember. But she could tolerate cold, she was born out here, she was a pure windclan cat...;whatever good that did her. Every clan was suffering from this blizzard and no doubt he lost friends too; he probably was good with hiding it if that was so. Hopefully he hadn't lost anyone. That's a pain she didn't want to just throw at the stranger. She wanted him sit down and for a moment she debated, figuring it was best to stay on her side of the border. She gave a frustrated sigh as she sat down heavily in the snow, ears slanted as she looked at the snow. "My parents suddenly want me to find a mate and have kits." Chestnutpelt explained, he looked to the tom and raised a paw. "Like...I would love to have those things. But they're suddenly going on about that. Not talking about anything else with me and I just lost someone I was starting to consider a friend! And they think now is a good time to start...pushing that?" She shook her head as she lowered her paw. "It's like...it's like suddenly this is a priority over getting the camp clean and I hate being in camp. I can socialize so much better on patrols and hunts. Camp is so crowded and stuffy, it's suffocating to try and forge bonds with others, ya know?." Chestnutpelt continued, she placed her front paws together. "I want kits, I do. I would love to have a mate to stay by my side and grow old with. It's just...now is not the....best head space to start pressuring me for it." Applebite
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POSTED ON: Aug 10, 2022 15:56:56 GMT 12
[attr="class","tttop"] [attr="class","ttimg"] [attr="class","ttlineone"]applebite [attr="class","ttlinetwo"]warrior of shadowclan [attr="class","ttbody"]He listened to her, although if he were being honest he didn't particularly care. Her voice wasn't something that annoyed him, but it wasn't like Blossomleap who he'd taken a liking to. Of course, Applebite would never admit to the molly that he liked her, that was something he could not imagine himself doing. It's why he found himself at the borders to begin with. Maybe if he avoided her his feelings would dull a bit. That's what he kept telling himself. After all, Applebite was not good enough for much, its why he was made a warrior late. It's why he wasn't great at digging out of the warriors den while Pearfrost had been a lot more efficient. How was he to claim he had feelings for Blossomleap when he was never good enough to save Berrypaw? The thoughts wormed their way into his mind and heart as he berated himself that he almost missed everything Chestnutpelt said. "Oh, yeah that's understandable," He said to her, trying to make it seem like he was listening. "Hopefully they stop doing that. Parents can be really annoying," He joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "It's pretty cold out here," He commented. "Maybe walking would help warm us up," He told her, getting to his paws as he started, waiting to see if she would follow. [attr="class","ttnotes"]word count ● chestnutpelt ● notes if you want [googlefont=Lobster] [newclass=.tttop]width:380px;background:#333;padding:30px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttimg]border:1px solid #fcfcfc;padding:10px;border-radius:100px;width:100px;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlineone]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:lobster;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:47px;letter-spacing:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlinetwo]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#555;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;padding:40px;width:360px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody b]color: #444;[/newclass][newclass=.ttnotes]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;margin-top:5px;opacity:0.7;line-height:14px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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POSTED ON: Aug 10, 2022 16:02:34 GMT 12
"Doubtful. They were like this my whole kithood with me having to pick either moor runner or tunnler. And they wouldn't stop till I told them what I wanted out of only those two options." Chestnutpelt said, resting her paws on the snow. It was aggravating. Even now, they were doing the same thing they always did. They left her alone for moons after making her choice, they didn't pressure her. sure her mother wouldn't stop boasting about it and she would drop in on her training lessons but still. They at least stopped asking her to pick and her mentor would get her mom to go away during training fast enough. Her ears twitched and she glanced away. She was caught up in her own emotions to not realize that the tom hadn't been listening. A brow was raised at his offer. "Leaf-bare is...cold.." she replied, not too sure on what to say. She glanced around, not too sure on this but there was no one around. No one cared enough to go after her so...well...screw it. The she-cat rose to her paws and started after him. What harm was gonna come with it? She needed to blow off steam anyway. "Guessing your parents were like that too, huh?" she asked. Applebite
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POSTED ON: Aug 10, 2022 16:06:22 GMT 12
[attr="class","tttop"] [attr="class","ttimg"] [attr="class","ttlineone"]applebite [attr="class","ttlinetwo"]warrior of shadowclan [attr="class","ttbody"]She accepted his offer to walk, and so he set a pace that was comfortable for the both of them. Everyone was mostly back at camp and if they approached, he could simply tell them that he was trying to keep this pesky WindClan cat from the territory. No one from ShadowClan would believe the word of a WindClan molly anyway. Especially since Applebite had been with ShadowClan for many moons. His loyalty would always lay there, even if his eyes wandered a bit. As she asked about his parents his ears flicked. "Well my mom ran away from the clan. So she didn't really pester me," He said. "But my foster dad pesters me all the time," He would roll his eyes. Almondclaw didn't really pester Applebite all that much if he were being honest but if it made this molly more comfortable to talk to him, he'd make up just about anything. [attr="class","ttnotes"]word count ● chestnutpelt ● notes if you want [googlefont=Lobster] [newclass=.tttop]width:380px;background:#333;padding:30px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttimg]border:1px solid #fcfcfc;padding:10px;border-radius:100px;width:100px;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlineone]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:lobster;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:47px;letter-spacing:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlinetwo]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#555;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;padding:40px;width:360px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody b]color: #444;[/newclass][newclass=.ttnotes]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;margin-top:5px;opacity:0.7;line-height:14px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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POSTED ON: Aug 10, 2022 16:11:43 GMT 12
Chestnutpelt was staying on her side of the border for as long as she could on this walk. After all, it could be easily argued that the two were patroling and just keeping an eye on each other to prevent em from crossing. But..if they moved to step over the border...that was when things would be tricky. Would she cross that border fully? Just to walk? Her ears twitched as she listened to him and her ears slanted. Well fox dung...it wasn't a good subject for him. "Sorry..." chestnut apologized. "I didn't mean to hit a bad subject for ya." She knew a few cats who had a parent walk out on them and abandon them. It was no doubt a bad wound and it was something she didn't think she could imagine how it felt. "I sometimes wonder why they do that...put so much pressure on us and expect....never mind." Chestnutpelt said, shaking her head. What to talk about? Sure she could use this as a opportunity to spy on Shadowclan but....what would be the point? Everyone was in bad stats right now, it be wrong. So she pondered it as they walked before she smiled. "You guys ever race?" Chestnutpelt asked. Applebite
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POSTED ON: Aug 10, 2022 16:18:59 GMT 12
[attr="class","tttop"] [attr="class","ttimg"] [attr="class","ttlineone"]applebite [attr="class","ttlinetwo"]warrior of shadowclan [attr="class","ttbody"]She apologize and Applebite gave his signature smirk as he looked over towards her. "A pretty thing like you apologizing to me? There's no need," He gave a small purr in an attempt to lighten the mood once more with a stupid flirty comment. That sometimes worked, at least he hoped it would. As they walked, she brought up racing and he tilted his head. "I personally don't. I think I would beat everyone," He snorted. "I'm sure racing on the moors is super easy though. With nothing like trees in the way. Have you ever fallen in a rabbit burrow?" He asked, looking towards her with a smile and a gaze that showed he was interested in what she had to say. He would need to act like it anyways. [attr="class","ttnotes"]word count ● chestnutpelt ● notes if you want [googlefont=Lobster] [newclass=.tttop]width:380px;background:#333;padding:30px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttimg]border:1px solid #fcfcfc;padding:10px;border-radius:100px;width:100px;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlineone]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:lobster;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:47px;letter-spacing:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlinetwo]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#555;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;padding:40px;width:360px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody b]color: #444;[/newclass][newclass=.ttnotes]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;margin-top:5px;opacity:0.7;line-height:14px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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POSTED ON: Aug 10, 2022 16:25:09 GMT 12
Ergh...that line. Thankfully it went in one ear and out the other as she wasn't as aggrivated anymore, she at least didn't look angry or aggrivated. Course, she chuckled at his state of him being able to beat everyone but didn't race anyone. Ah yes, that charismatic form had to translate to cocky. Eh oh well. At least it was a relief to see it wasn't just some windclan cats who did that.
"Oh you'd be surprised. Your footing even on the moors could be compromised." Chestnutpelt stats, a bigger smile on her face.
Course, she soon laughed at the memory of her tripping and being yeeted a few moons ago. But that wasn't due to a rabbit burrow, it was....no no...don't think about that nice memory..
"Oh yes, certainly." Chestnutpelt admitted. "My...third time out on the moors as a apprentice. My mentor challenged me to a race as she wanted to see how fast I could actually go when I put my all into it and how well I paid attention. News flash, I didn't pay attention well enough cause the feeling of the wind in my fur was much better than looking at the ground for a second."
Her smile was wide and she was lot more positive, she looked rather happy and delighted despite her story.
"I tripped over a rock and I hurled myself across the field before getting stuck butt first in a rabbit burrow!!" Chestnutpelt admitted as she laughed heartily. "It was ridiculous! The odds of it were so out of whack that my mentor just collapsed to the ground and was laughing so hard, that a tunnlerer heard em and had to rescue me."
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POSTED ON: Aug 11, 2022 5:23:51 GMT 12
[attr="class","tttop"] [attr="class","ttimg"] [attr="class","ttlineone"]applebite [attr="class","ttlinetwo"]warrior of shadowclan [attr="class","ttbody"]Applebite listened to the molly relax a bit and open up more. That was what he wanted. He didn't want any uptight meeting nor there to be any conflict between the two of them. Instead now, it seemed like they were talking like old friends. Giving her a smile as she talked, Applebite laughed along with her. "That sounds pretty funny honestly!" He told her, sweeping his tail behind him as he listened to the snow crunch underneath his paws. "Thankfully we don't have any rabbit burrows around here to fall into. I think the worst I've done is fall out of a tree," He laughed. When Applebite heard a twig snap, his gaze lingered for a moment, staring into Shadowclan territory where the sound was heard. It was probably just a small animal that had stumbled across a stick underneath the snow, but he stopped walking for a moment. "I should get back to camp. They'll need my help," He said curtly before bolting off, making it look like he had told the molly off before doing so. [attr="class","ttnotes"]word count ● chestnutpelt ● I figured this would be a good place to end this one so we can start the second one c: [googlefont=Lobster] [newclass=.tttop]width:380px;background:#333;padding:30px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttimg]border:1px solid #fcfcfc;padding:10px;border-radius:100px;width:100px;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlineone]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:lobster;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:47px;letter-spacing:0px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttlinetwo]color:#fcfcfc;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:11px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#555;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;padding:40px;width:360px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.ttbody b]color: #444;[/newclass][newclass=.ttnotes]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;margin-top:5px;opacity:0.7;line-height:14px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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POSTED ON: Aug 11, 2022 6:57:55 GMT 12
“Right? Course as a apprentice, I felt humiliated. Now though, I find it funny.” Chestnutpelt replied. “A tree? Dang that sounds more painful than tripping at full speed.” Indeed they had to hurt worse. Well he was alive at least. Having lost her anger at everything upon arriving, she was more of her normal self. She was always happier out on the moors. Away from camp. The sound made her pause and she too wondered if they got caught chatting. “Right.” Chestnutpelt agreed, raising her tail and puffing up to give aid to illusion of telling him off. She bolted as well, disappearing swiftly as she headed back to camp. Applebite
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