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sully
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OakClan: Camp Dec 22, 2017 15:55:19 GMT -5

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Post by sully on Dec 22, 2017 15:55:19 GMT -5

thornheart
chromosomes: XY
gender: male
pronouns: he, him, his
scent: oak leaves and tree bark, surprisingly crisp; dried blood; herbs (faint)
gait: sluggish
afflictions: missing inch and a half of tail; dry gash on left shoulder, plastered with herbs; dry scrapes on left of muzzle, plastered with herbs
grimace: tense, grim, drained
age: 49
clan: oak
rank: senior warrior
tags: Pyma - Airabelle - ∞TEA∞
ooc: i didnt proof read aaaaa

thornheart knew that voice of hers. he'd know that ring of panic even with his ears folded in.

immediately knowing something was very wrong, but barely stopping to think about quailface, he barked an "okay." and spun on his heels, darting over to where alderpelt hovered over a still injured thrushpaw.

he leaned in close to the ginger tabby, his voice low as he muttered in the younger warrior's ear. "something is wrong in the nursery, i-i think quailface. briarstar needs you. now."

his voice was urgent, laced with authority but spliced with panic and confusion. he glanced at the grief stricken thrushpaw, wondering how he could make this go more smoothly. his eyes hovered on the cobwebs, and instinctively he reached towards them, catching them on his paw pad and pressing them as neatly as he could manage into thrushpaw's wounds. by now, his wounds had slowed their bleeding, and thornheart felt some relief. the cobwebs were stopping the bleeding somewhat too. some scratches were left unattended, thornheart only had so many paws after all, but there were still more cobwebs littering the floor, even if not many. he decided he'd put then on the biggest wounds, and leave the smaller ones. pulling his paws from thrushpaw's wounds, he stuck the other cobwebs on his paw pads, then onto the wounds again. he felt some relief now that he was in control. he was one of the oldest warriors here after all, alderpelt was helpful, but still, he was no medicine cat.

thornheart swore, he'd claw off asphodelberry's ears when he returned for all the trouble he was putting them through.

Last Edit: Dec 22, 2017 15:56:39 GMT -5 by sully

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Sol
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OakClan: Camp Dec 22, 2017 16:53:10 GMT -5

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Post by Sol on Dec 22, 2017 16:53:10 GMT -5

Burnetfoot

Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Pronoun(s): He/Him/His
Scent: He smells of trees and leaf mold
Clan: OakClan
Rank: Warrior

Nightengaleflight didn't stick with him, but Burnetfoot didn't think about it, he just assumed the warrior had gone to the camp's exit to wait for him as he hadn't bothered to check for sure. He then nodded at Opossumtail's question. "Yeah, I'm referring to your ear. True, it may be a few scratches, but Briarstar told me to not bring anyone along who is injured, so I'm not going to do that," he explained.

Maybe, if it hadn't been Briarstar asking this of him, Burnetfoot would have invited Opossumtail along anyways, she was right after all, it was just a few scratches, but he wasn't going to take a risk, not when it came to his leader. But then again, maybe he wouldn't have. He didn't reply to her comment that a JaggedClanner couldn't put more than a scratch on her. Sure, a JaggedClanner hadn't this time, but he doubted that would always hold true, yet he didn't voice his doubts. As the warrior basically did not give her permission and Riley said nothing, he dipped his head.

"I see, very well, I'll find someone else," Burnetfoot meowed. He then turned around, ready to walk away and search for others who could go on the hunting patrol with Nightengaleflight and him.

OOC: sully ,мαrι ✿ ,

Last Edit: Dec 22, 2017 16:53:50 GMT -5 by Sol

qυickรilvєя
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OakClan: Camp Dec 22, 2017 16:53:31 GMT -5 sully likes this

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Post by qυickรilvєя on Dec 22, 2017 16:53:31 GMT -5

Bramblepaw had been grooming himself in the corner of the camp when his mentor had arrived in a huffing, frustrated mess. He scrambled off his stomach as she approached and began speaking to him about a topic he hadn't even considered. Being a leader? That seemed incredibly inconceivable. But he'd heed her advice for now, and respectfully, he gave a quick nod. "O-oh, okay," he mrrowed dumbly. Then he perked up when Ruepath mentioned training, only to wilt again when she devised a plan to practice in the camp. In the camp? That seemed a bit odd, but the large tom wouldn't complain. "It's up to you, actually. I'm not incredibly picky," he puffed, a bit disappointed that he wouldn't get to practice battle skills. Surely that wouldn't be allowed in the camp... right?

ooc: ~

tags: мαrι ✿

The small black tomkit had been fast asleep as his mother's belly, romping freely in his own dreamland, so he wasn't fully aware of what tragedy was going down in reality until Briarstar's voice scared away the crow he'd been stalking. His head shout up, his yellow stare wide. He hadn't seen the brilliant leader up close and personal before. But did she always look so... tense? He rose to his paws, shaking out his silky pelt, and followed her gaze to his mother, who seemed to be asleep. "What's the big idea?" he inquired, not disrespectfully, or at least he didn't mean for it to sound that way. He tilted his head upwards, staring inquisitively at the she-cat. "Mama's asleep!"

ooc: poor bb

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OakClan: Camp Dec 22, 2017 18:39:41 GMT -5

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Post by ℛåîŋ on Dec 22, 2017 18:39:41 GMT -5

Towheekit awoke as she heard her brother's voice pierce through her dreams. She immediately sat up, her fur sticking out in many places, but then felt as though something was seriously wrong. "What's going on?" she mewled, swiveling her ears towards her brother in concern. But then she noticed. Her mother was asleep...but seemingly...awake?

The small female went over to her mother and prodded her with her paw, squeaking as she did so. The young female flattened her ears. "What's wrong with Mama?" she asked as she turned to Rookkit with wide eyes. The small tortie tilted her head out of curiosity.

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OakClan: Camp Dec 23, 2017 6:02:53 GMT -5 мαrι ✿ likes this

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Post by loveymymavi on Dec 23, 2017 6:02:53 GMT -5

Sorrelsong laid rigid in the farthest corner of the den, his eyes darting to and fro. Ever since the attack on their camp, he had done nothing but stay curled into himself. He hadn't even eaten anything since then, nor has he slept. He just silently watched felines enter and leave the den, his body just waiting for Jaggedclan to attack again.

The sound of his name made the tom flinch and begin to breathe harder. It was Nightengaleflight, telling him something about a patrol he was to go on.

"No!" He spit harshly, pushing himself harder against the wall. He did not want to go out into the territory. Who knows what cats would be waiting to end their lives.

They'll like you more if you go. A small voice urged in his mind. You'll be seen as helpful.

The tom pinned his ears back, his gaze becoming less focused. Fine.

And with that simple self-affirmation, his expression changed and he forced his body to look relaxed.

"Haha! I'm just joking. Of course I'll join a patrol."

It was almost like he became a different cat entirely, and he could only hope the molly would not mention it. He stood straight, mocking her pose with a grin. "Onward then!"

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Last Edit: Dec 23, 2017 10:56:52 GMT -5 by loveymymavi

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OakClan: Camp Dec 23, 2017 13:46:05 GMT -5

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Post by Airabelle on Dec 23, 2017 13:46:05 GMT -5

By this time, Alderpelt had finished dressing Thrushpaw's wounds and was debating whether or not it was safe to move him into the Medicine Cat's Den. His wounds were bound by thin layers of cobwebs, and the slightest movement in the wrong direction might rip them, or worse, start the bleeding again. He was about to call out, requesting help to move him, when Thornheart ran up breathlessly. "Something is wrong in the Nursery, I-I think Quailface. Briarstar needs you. Now." Mouse-dung! Asphodelberry, where are you? Alderpelt thought desperately, racing to the Nursery.

Alderpelt skidded to a halt in front of Quailface's nest, pressing his nose to her throat. She was still alive, but... barely. Straightening up again, he swung his head around to look at Briarstar. "I don't know what's wrong, she's... having trouble breathing, but her heart is beating so fast... Go see if Asphodelberry has any Juniper berries or Coltsfoot in his stores... Feverfew might help, too." Alderpelt was surprised with himself. Sure, his brother had taught him basic herbs and their uses (with all the time Alderpelt spent with his brother, he was bound to pick something up anyway), but never had the words flowed so easily out of him.

Once he had told Briarstar what he needed, he crouched down beside Quailface again. "Hang in there," he meowed gruffly, nosing her cheek lightly.

(∞TEA∞, sully)

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Foxwhisker watched as Sagepaw scampered off, and wondered if both Thornheart and Tinypaw would be up for hunting. Both he and Thornheart had suffered some scratches and cuts, but Thornheart seemed worse off than he himself did, and he didn't mind taking out two Apprentices. So, he waited for Sagepaw to return with either both of them, one of them, or no one at all.

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OakClan: Camp Dec 23, 2017 14:09:17 GMT -5

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Post by Stormヽ(｀○´)/ on Dec 23, 2017 14:09:17 GMT -5

Sagepaw nodded, leading Tinypaw back to her mentor, Foxwhisker. Her pelt was fluffing up with excitement. It had been awhile since she had been able to go out and stretch her paws, and she was finally able to do so; with her mentor, and her friend. She couldn't help but grin as she approached the ginger tom.

"I'm not sure if Thornheart is coming," she meowed.

Airabelle >^-^<

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OakClan: Camp Dec 23, 2017 14:21:06 GMT -5

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Post by ∞TEA∞ on Dec 23, 2017 14:21:06 GMT -5

Briarstar — Leader of OakClan

Stride. Emphasize. "Command." 'Agonize.'

- - - - - - - - - -

Briarstar still hadn't turned around when Thornheart left, her gaze fixed on Quailface. How could all of this be happening so close together? What had she done? What had she done wrong to cause the clan to fall apart so quickly? Do better. That was all she had ever wanted to do. Better. Better than the leaders before her, because she was never happy with what was there. There was always something that the leader should have been able to prevent, fix, and it... hadn't seemed right to a young Briarkit or Briarpaw.

But now, with the star affixed to her name, she had begun to understand. That it wasn't easy. But that didn't mean she could give up. She had said she would do better, and so she would. Even if she had to pull it all by herself. Despite these thoughts, Briarstar was still shaky. It was too much for the leader to face in the period of only a day or two, and lack of sleep wasn't helping. 'Stay standing,' she had to remind herself. 'This isn't over yet, and you're not sitting down till it is.' Clan first, clan first, clan first. The mantra ran round her head, one of the only things keeping her standing.

"What's the big idea? Mama's asleep?" The words cut, and despite herself, the leader flinched. Briarstar's gaze traveled down to the small kit. How old were they now? Three... no, recently four moons, wasn't it? Why couldn't she remember? That wasn't so important, now. What was she to tell the kit? That Quailface was seriously ill and might not live for much longer if something could not be done? That Chestnutflower was dead now and wouldn't be able to take care of them if their mother died? Briarstar wasn't good at softening truths. A realist. That was what she considered herself, though... perhaps she wished to be an optimist. Her younger self.

"What's going on? What's wrong with Mama?" Another cut.

"Mama's not well," she mewed at last, unable to soften her words for the little kits. "She..."

Saving her from having to continue the conversation, Alderpelt entered. Briarstar acted quickly after he had finished speaking, striding out towards the medicine cat den with an unmistakable urgency. She tried to veil the panic for her clan as best as she could, but... a close look and it wasn't hard to see.

403 words — qυickรilvєя ℛåîŋ Airabelle and sully in case Thorn came back

I'll post her coming back in a bit, don't want to do it too quickly.

48 moons — she/her (XX) — A slim female with striking green eyes and a ticked pelt of varying shades of brown and a slight hint of grey.

Briarstar—Oak—she
Squirrel—Flame/Loner—she
Cottonkit—Flame—he
Lilykit—Jagged—she
Tiny Feather—Loner—he
Lark—Loner—she
Timoton—Loner—he

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OakClan: Camp Dec 23, 2017 17:10:40 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by Pyma on Dec 23, 2017 17:10:40 GMT -5

Thrushpaw had sat in camp with Chestnutflower for what felt like an eternity. As various cats came and went, some dressing his wounds again and others trying to talk to him, he just sat there. What could he even say? Thanks for healing him? Thanks for being too late to heal his mother? Thanks for not defending the camp more actively? Screwing his eyes shut, he fought against the urge to blame anyone for his mother’s death. It wasn’t their fault... not his fault either... not his fault. The only cat to blame would be the one who dealt the fatal wounds. Goldenstorm, he suddenly realized. That was her name.

After the vigil had ended, he’d gone back to the Apprentice’s Den and rested. It had been hard to fall asleep, but his body was too exhausted to protest for very long. Waking up awhile later, his wounds finally having stopped bleeding, Thrushpaw padded out of the den to more chaos. Now something was wrong with Quailface.

The young brown tabby tom’s gaze was tired, but he padded over to the clearly-overwhelmed Briarstar and cleared his throat respectfully. “Should I take the kits over to another den?”

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OakClan: Camp Dec 23, 2017 17:46:29 GMT -5

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Post by Airabelle on Dec 23, 2017 17:46:29 GMT -5

Foxwhisker nodded, looking around to see where Thornheart was, and spotting him not far from the center of the Clearing. He had just finished speaking to Alderpelt, who had just rushed to the Nursery, and a cold feeling of dread seeped into his pelt. "Well, Sagepaw, Tinypaw, meet me at the entrance. I'll see if Thornheart would like to join us. Off you go!" Foxwhisker tried to sound nonchalant, but he was worried. What was going on now?

Foxwhisker trotted up to Thornheart, wincing as his wounds stung with the sudden movement, and stopped a few mouse-lengths in front of him. "Do you know what's going on?" he asked in a low voice, worry edging his mew. He would ask Thornheart if he'd like to accompany them after he found out what was happening.

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OakClan: Camp Dec 23, 2017 19:42:30 GMT -5

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Post by ∞TEA∞ on Dec 23, 2017 19:42:30 GMT -5

Briarstar — Leader of OakClan

Stride. Emphasize. "Command." 'Agonize.'

- - - - - - - - - -

When Thrushpaw approached her, Briarstar stopped midstride, though she was obviously itching to get to her destination.

"Should I take the kits over to another den?" Woah. No. The news was spreading so fast? That couldn't be good, hopefully it didn't spread more dampness over the camp. The leader gave a start as something hard dropped on her head, less composed as usual. Her mood sinking even lower, she noticed it was hailing now. Unusual, but... something she had seen. But it was bad. Herbs, herbs, it damaged plants. No.

'There's Thrushpaw to respond to,' a part of her reminded. "No..." she began hesitantly. Was it contagious? What if the kits, what if they... it wouldn't happen. It couldn't. Realizing she had trailed off, Briarstar tried to regain her briskness."Okay, you know what? Since you're already up and moving, which you should not be doing in the first place, head over to the nursery. Watch the kits in a corner, alright? But only if Alderpelt doesn't think it will spread." Without waiting for a response, Briarstar finished the trek to the medicine den, wincing as more hail fell. But it wasn't important.

Once inside, she scanned the woefully empty shelves, focused only on her task. There wasn't any of what Alderpelt had mentioned, and the leader thought she knew decently well how those herbs looked. They weren't too uncommon, and she tried to learn what she could, though that still wasn't much. That reminded her, the apprentices needed to be taught herb basics soon. 'How can that be done now?'

263 words — Pyma

48 moons — she/her (XX) — A slim female with striking green eyes and a ticked pelt of varying shades of brown and a slight hint of grey.

Briarstar—Oak—she
Squirrel—Flame/Loner—she
Cottonkit—Flame—he
Lilykit—Jagged—she
Tiny Feather—Loner—he
Lark—Loner—she
Timoton—Loner—he

sully
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OakClan: Camp Dec 23, 2017 20:30:33 GMT -5

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Post by sully on Dec 23, 2017 20:30:33 GMT -5

quailface didn't stir as the brother of the medicine cat nudged her cheek, or as the kittens wriggled at her belly, or as thrushpaw drifted in. a sticky liquid seeped from the corners of her eyes, and her heaving breaths grew weaker and weaker, her shuttering ribcage trembling.

[ Airabelle - ℛåîŋ - qυickรilvєя - ∞TEA∞ - Pyma]

thornheart watched as thrushpaw heaved himself to his paws and wobbled to the apprentice's den, resisting the urge to help the young cat.

he stood there for a long time, starring at the splatters and pools of blood and the turned over corpse of chestnutflower. he'd need to move her to the center of camp. he tried processing what he had seen and smelled and heard in the nursery. he hadn't been right inside, but he knew the fear in his sister's voice. it absolutely terrified him. something really bad was happening in there.

he seemed to snap out of his trance when foxwhisker's voice came to him. his body shuttered and his pelt bristled and twitched with a sudden panic, and his paws and lips jerked and twitched. the voice had startled him.

"i- mm-" he stuttered, then shook his head, his gaze still hovering on chestnutflower. he'd need to move her to the center of camp.

the warrior swallowed and partially collected himself, recovering from being startled both by his sister and foxwhisker. glancing back at the ginger tom, he met him with a tired gaze.

[ Airabelle ]

^^^ yo sorry bout the lazy format i didnt have the heart to get my templates ack im so lazy my muse for oakclan is dwindling fuhiuhuieh

Mama, where'd I leave my memory? Probably the place I left my I.D.

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OakClan: Camp Dec 23, 2017 20:55:26 GMT -5

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Post by Airabelle on Dec 23, 2017 20:55:26 GMT -5

Foxwhisker stepped back immediately, realizing he'd startled the tom. "I'm sorry," he meowed softly, dipping his head a bit and flicking his tail. "I'll ask someone else. I was just wondering if you wanted to come with Sagepaw, Tinypaw and I on a hunting... lesson, or patrol, or both," he meowed, tilting his head.

(sully

Short, I'm sorry ;-; I'm gonna wait to post as Alderpelt until Briarstar returns.)

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OakClan: Camp Dec 24, 2017 12:18:13 GMT -5

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Post by qυickรilvєя on Dec 24, 2017 12:18:13 GMT -5

Rookkit had to have known that something was wrong with his mother when she shuddered in her sleep. He had to have known the moment he laid eyes on her; she simply didn't look like herself. But if he did know that something was wrong, he didn't show it. Until now. He faced Quailface, tears building in his eyes. Of course he knew. "Mom, wake... wake up, mom!" he called, his voice squeaky. "She's just sleeping, she's sleeping, she's only SLEEPING!" he shouted desperately as cats began to stream in through the entrance of the nursery. He went to shield what he could of his mother, standing in front of her with defiant, leaky eyes. "What's gotten into you all, haven't you ever seen a cat sleep before?" The small black kit glared at Alderpelt, forcing himself between the tom and his mother.

ooc: </3 i feel like rookkit sounds like simba when he was a cub

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OakClan: Camp Dec 24, 2017 12:29:07 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by Pyma on Dec 24, 2017 12:29:07 GMT -5

Thrushpaw nodded, still a bit numb to the whole thing, as she gently chastised him for moving around. He couldn’t help it; even though his wound was beginning to ache, he didn’t feel any blood coming out and the thought of just laying around while they potentially lost another clanmate was too much to bear.

“Okay, I’ll do that.” Thrushpaw slipped into the Nursery, a shard of grief stabbing through the numbness and lodging in his heart. The queen didn’t look good at all; he somehow knew that she wouldn’t last much longer. While his mother’s final moments had been relatively peaceful, this queen was suffering.

As the young Rookkit trembled and asserted that Quailface was only sleeping and that nothing was wrong with her, Thrushpaw found himself stopping down to eye-level with the little black tom. Rookkit actually wasn’t that little, not anymore, but Thrushpaw had gotten tall.

“Hey, Rookkit.” He then looked over to Towheekit. “And you too, Towheekit. Let’s go over to that side of the den to give your mom some room to... sleep, okay?” His bright green eyes were gentle and he wasn’t quite sure what else to say - dare he tell them she wouldn’t wake up? - so he began to gently nose the two kittens to the other side of the Nurser.

Sitting down, he attempted to press the kittens to his side in an attempt to comfort them. He knew they could sense something was wrong, but he wasn’t sure how much they knew.

((∞TEA∞, ℛåîŋ qυickรilvєя))

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Airabelle: storm i'm negl looking back i wholeheartedly believe that was my rl friend-turned-enemy (whose name was annie) who was jealous that i was spending more time on mr than with her in person Aug 2, 2024 14:26:24 GMT -5

Airabelle: quick i STILL think about thunder & crow Aug 2, 2024 14:28:19 GMT -5

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morningwhisper: How do I start playing this game??? I just joined. I found the application place and I want to apply for Jaggedclan as a medicine apprentice but I'm still a kit- Do you age up? Also, how do I apply??? Sept 11, 2024 17:24:38 GMT -5 *

Airabelle: hi there morningwhisper! so sorry for the late reply, but this forum has been inactive since 2018 and the majority of us that are semi-active in the chatbox are simply here to catch up and reminisce. there isn't a roleplay here any longer! Sept 16, 2024 14:23:08 GMT -5

Airabelle: happy bisexual visibility day! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Sept 23, 2024 11:59:03 GMT -5

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crowfeather: I woke up this morning with the realization that I can probably use chatgpt to make the game (unoficially of course) so I'm going to do that and then report back Nov 14, 2024 8:06:02 GMT -5

crowfeather: Are the moonrise people still writing on discord somewhere? Nov 14, 2024 8:06:26 GMT -5 *

crowfeather: Also I was Crowflight! I think that was his name

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sully: Happy holidays everyone! Be safe and have a great winter Nov 25, 2024 18:06:13 GMT -5

sully: crowfeather air made a discord for us to pop in and chat, Mari moved onto Apostles and that site is very active! I’ll see if someone can link the discord again here Nov 25, 2024 18:08:40 GMT -5

Airabelle: hi creek! if you'd like to chat with us, some of us are in a discord i made to catch up. we're not rping, just seeing what we've all been up to! you can join in the post i made here: warriors-moonrise.freeforums.net/thread/7066/aira-nostalgic-era Nov 25, 2024 18:10:15 GMT -5