(Hey I don't think this is working for me sry )

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Mags sweetheart
|does rp (#371758)
((I understand. Thanks for participating and better luck out there! ))

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@ [G1 Pretty King] Nikrypto ((alr it does help as a thing to let others know who it’s directed at))

-P.O.V. Aspen-
-Location: Poppy Fields near Forest-

Aspen stared at the cat trying to calculate his question. Clan cat? What in the frosted fields was that supposed to be? His pelt continued to spike up. He wouldn’t let this cat make him drop his guard in confusion. He let out a low hiss. Once this strange cat said ‘WindClan’ he nearly lost his mind. He was about to hiss again, but he clenched his teeth, his tail swishing a little faster. Who did this cat think he was?! Claiming unmarked territory! Accusing HIM of stealing prey when this cat was clearly trying to claim random territory and claim prey that he had already killed!
“What in the frigid sun is ‘WindClan’ supposed to mean!” He hissed. “Stop trying to make up these random words to steal my prey! I caught it myself, you can’t have it! You don’t get to go claiming any unmarked territory you like! This is free land!” He was now breathing heavily and had taken a step toward the smaller tom. He could almost sense the uneasiness from the other cat, but he wasn’t quite sure and he also wasn’t about to back down now. If he showed his strength to one cat, the word would hopefully spread and no one else would challenge him for his prey. If he needed to, he also felt he could take this cat on in a fight, even with his little fighting skill. Shouldn’t be too different from hunting he figured.



((Hehe I love making my own version of cat swear words. Apparently this guys choice is anything to do with the cold))

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((Changed Thistlefrosts name back to Berryfrost, I PROMISE IT'S HIS FINAL NAME CHANGE!! I'm sorry if it's confusing, the name just seemed more fitting for this guy. I'll edit his name in the thing and previous texts soon. Sorry!))

``Berryfrosts' jaws parted in disbelief as he began to realize this cat most likely had no knowledge of the clans in the forest. However his ears flicked at the words the cat spoke, now mirroring the toms confusion. 'Frigid?'
"What kind of mouse-brain are you to believe the sun is cold?"

``He shook his head as if to disregard his own question, though not realizing it could come off as rude. "This is Windclan territory. We're clan cats, you know, part of the clans in the forest. The clans of cats." He explained in a taunting manner slowly.

((I like to believe Aspen has said something along the lines of "What in the Frosted Flakesᴛᴍ?!"))
((Had to chase down my dog, whoops))

::Playing:: 𝔹𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥

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@Arthur/Yams (He/Him) (#326665)

``The orange Mainecoon had made his way through the flattened poppy flowers that marked the camp's path, soon enough greeted with faint familiar scents. For a moment, he thought of popping into the warriors' den and saying hello, but then remembered she wasn't exactly a 'daylight warrior' and was probably fast asleep from a long night.

``His feather-like tail had fallen to the ground as he saw more prey on the so-called fresh-kill pile. As tempted as he was to take one, he had a belly full of kibble this morning and felt it to be wrong to take a share of something some other hard-working cat could have.

::Playing:: 𝒪𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒

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|| Clovered’Gaze ||

As a few birds tweeted for a good night. she grumbled,stupid birds always ruin the perfect sleep. She sigh as she got up. she had a few minutes of sleep so better then nothing. she walk out of the warriors den and stretched,her back arching as her paw extended and poked some claws out. she smell the fresh scents and sighed.

She looked over at Ollie and walked over to him. ‘You can take one you know,i know you have two-leg foods but feel free to take one still. i can always catch more later on.’ She smile and she grabbed a mouse with her claw and handed it to him. ‘Don’t worry about what others say. you are part of the clan now and ya’ll deserve fresh-kill too.’

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@[ Pretty King] Nikrypto

-P.O.V. Aspen-
-Location: Poppy Fields near Forest-

Aspen stared at the cat. He saw the confusion cross the other cats face momentarily, and his own confusion tried to worm to the front of his mind again but he shoved it back at the cat’s next words. His tail lashed even harder as the small tom seemed to insult him.
“What kind of frozen-brained slow snail doesn’t recognize a METAPHOR” He shot back with an angered hiss. This cats next string or words made him even more mad. This cat was trying to convince him of some outrageous concept! Did he really think Aspen would believe some story about clan cats!? Of course thought maybe he was trying to imply they were cats living in a group together, he had seen a few of those, but they always broke apart quickly. The idea of ‘cats living together in a clan’ was so outlandish to him that he took even another step closer, rising even taller.
“Stop talking in CIRCLES, there is NO WAY enough cats would TOLERATE to live with each other to be called a CLAN. Your little band of friends doesn’t count if they even exist. Go back to you little home! Cats aren’t meant to ACTUALLY live together! At the minimum it’s just an alliance to not kill each other! Stop trying to convince me of your little dreams!” He spat angrily. Dumb stupid cats trying to tell him dumb stupid things… “YOU DONT GET TO HAVE MY PREY EITHER!” He added on. He spun around, done with this conversation, scooped up his mouse and started walking away, his fur still sticking up in various places. Not only was he mad, but he was deeply unnerved. What if there was a massive group of cats and he just screeched at one of them? Would they track him down? No, this cat seemed- NO! He couldn’t know anything for sure about this cat! He might run back squealing and if another cat comes, Aspen knew he didn’t have the skills to fight anyone that wasn’t smaller than him. Maybe he should go apologize.. say he was always grumpy when he didn’t get his food. No, if he was lying then he would know Aspen was a push-over! If someone did go after him he would just have to run. He eventually resolved and continued walking, resisting the urge to look back.

((Your good! I’ll be gone and I’m gonna sleep for the next few hours. I’ll be back soon hopefully!))

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@Northe (#290511)
((Sleep well! Ttyl!))

``Baffled, the mostly brown tom just stared as the loner turned away. Feeling some sense of loyalty and need to defend the clan, he yelled out as the tom walked off. "Enjoy that measly prey you stole from us! We have enough in our fresh-kill pile that we hunt and share with each other!" He turned around sharply, intending on walking off his temper, yet still stopped to say one more thing as if he had just thought of it. "O-Oh! And enjoy being alone at night! COULDN'T BE ME!"

``And with that, he picked up his speed and ran off looking for the flattened path of flowers that lead to the clan. A part of him wanted to invite the outsider to camp just to prove him wrong, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time he'd see the wandering tom. Maybe next time he won't be alone during an encounter with an outsider.

``Feeling as if he held himself well, he went into camp seeing Ollie, who looked as if he had just woke up, and Cloveredgaze, who seemed to possibly be sleeping in the warriors den.

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-P.O.V. Aspen-
-Location: Twoleg place-

When Aspen finally returned to the twoleg place he found a place to make his den for the night, and contemplated what the small tom had said. He was still annoyed about the whole encounter, but now he was more worried and confused. There was no way he ‘stole’ prey. There were no scent markings to claim any territory! Unless there was and he was just to distracted to smell them. But anyway what did he care about stealing prey.. a lot apparently. He couldn’t remember a time that he actively tried to steal. That wasn’t exactly the cat he wanted to be. Definitely respected and maybe a little bit feared just so he could have his person space, but not some rogue that went around terrorizing and stealing! He let out a sigh as he started eating the mouse. What else did he say? Oh, sleeping alone? He chuckled slightly, who wouldn’t want to sleep alone? Then he remembered a memory that he had pushed back long ago, warm pelts side by side, no shivering during the cold winter months, and endless food. He shoved it back. Life as a kit didn’t count, everything seemed sunshine and roses back then. He let out a low hiss as he stared at the mouse body. Maybe he should go back and look around more. If they were actual ‘Clans’ in the forest, they should be easy to find. He could watch them, gather information and maybe he could join- no, avoid them and figure out if he could really live here, or he would just have to move again. He yawned and after finishing the mouse he curled up for a quick nap underneath some twoleg garbage just outside the fence.

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(Im so sorry for just starting now, but I had to read through everything to make sure I knew what was going on! :D)

``Maple'Patch, who for once had slept in the windclan den, had dreamt about running through the fields filled of thousands of Poppies, feeling the air pass through his black, brown spotted fur. The smell around him made him feel like he was sitting on a heavenly cloud, he was so concentrated on his dream that the tom did not hear the rustle of leaves that declared the arrival of another being...``

(A back ground character arrives! Thorn'Tail, a tom with sand coloured fur, he is a bit smaller than your average cat, but still has the attitude of the tallest cats alive (hope this made sense))

``The cat walked up to the sleeping tom, hoovering over the black cat, deciding on how to wake him, in the most annoying manner. He decided on kicking, hoping that it would wake the dead seeming cat up with a couple of kicks, as he did not want to waste his energy on such a stupid and grumpy clanmate, when he could just as well use it on eating and stalking around, annoying others!``

``Maple'Patch, who was still dreaming and floating around on a cloud, was suddenly interrupted, by a kicking in his left side``

"Ouch! What the...?"``Maple'Patch began as yet another kick landed in his side``

``The cat who kicked him, who turned out to be Thorn'Tail, kicked him a couple more times and ended his torture by saying:" You could've just been awake! The sun has been shining over the poppy hills for ever!? And you are sleeping while the clan needs food? What a shame to the clan!"

``Maple'Patch turned from his back to his stomach and jumped on his paws, angrily and still a bit sleepy, staring at this rude cat whom he had to call his clan mate. If he would have had just a couple more minutes he would have been actually awake! But his "friend" or "nice" clan mate, had to ruin his day, when it had just started for him?! He shrugged and walked past the sand coloured tom, shoving him by side as he was blocking the exit of the warriors' den.``

(hope this is okay :D)

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"Hmrrph, ah!"

Owl'eyes is in the small chunk of woodland territory, hauling himself onto a branch. The dappled brown tom leaps, twisting in the air to grasp another branch, then another, and another until he's resting comfortably several feet in the air against a branch holding firm against his weight. He gives his paws a good lick since they feel a bit sore from all that work, tail hooking loosely against the branch. From up here it feels like he can see everything, and reminds him of his favorite climbing tree just outside his home. Or rather, his old home. It's a sad thought so he shakes it from his mind, focusing on the breeze through his fur and seemingly never-ending view of the land.

After this, he supposes that he'd oughta head back to the clan, perhaps after catching a thing or two. But for now he's rather content to sit here and simply relax.

(interaction is open!)

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``Maple'Patch, who had just pushed out of the warriors' den, had asked Ollie, the leader for the permission to take a walk around their territory. His leader had granted him his wish and so the tom had left, to wander around. Soon he came to a stop under a tall tree. He looked up, seeing a dappled cat, sitting on top of a branch a few jumps of the ground. Maple'Patch debated if he should jump up and talk to his clan mate. After a few seconds he decided to go for it, took all his strength and jumped up on the trunk. He was quick and soon sat down next to the other tom.``

"Hey Owl'Eyes"``he muttered.``

(Interraction open)

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-P.O.V. Aspen-
-Location: Outskirts of Twoleg place-

Aspen yawned, stretching his jaws wide. He crawled out from under the twoleg trash and stretched his back and forelegs, extending his claws. He yawned again and kicked the bones of the mouse body he had left. He shook out his head and started walking. He clawed his way to the top of the twoleg fence and he balanced on top of it and followed it from house to house. A dog barked from inside of a house and he flinched, nearly losing his balance. But he claimed himself, seeing the dog was stuck inside and had no way of reaching him. His stomach grumbled and he groaned to himself. That tiny mouse hadn’t been enough to stop his hunger, so he turned back toward the poppy fields. He hesitated, about to jump down from the fence. Maybe he should just hunt in the twoleg place. There hopefully wouldn’t be any annoying cats there, especially the one he saw earlier. But as his eyes tracked slowly over the flowers, he told himself that he wasn’t going to give up hunting there for just one little cat. Anyway, the place was big enough he could probably avoid him. So he jumped down from the fence and dove back into the flowers. He had to admit to himself that he did like this place. The flowers were nice, and there was a large forested area as well. He thought that maybe he should explore it and see if there were any good places to make a permanent den. He lifted his head over the flowers and spotted the forest in the distance. He made his way there slowly, attempting to practice his stalking in a field of wiggly flowers. They kept getting caught in his long pelt and moving even more. He hissed angrily at them and for once wished he was a little bit smaller. It was probably easy for that little cat to weave in and out around the flowers. He shook his head again and continued on his way.

((If anyone wants to interact with him here you can. He will be heading to the forest and probably into the other clans’ territory soon. Maybe in a half an hour or so I’ll post another of him over there if no one has responded))

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-P.O.V. Aspen-
-Location: Forest-

Aspen had just emerged from the flowers and was now in the forest. He took a deep breath scenting the air. He wandered deeper into the forest until he came across a thick line of scent. Now here was a well marked territory border. He figured this probably led to the other so-called ‘clans’ so he crossed it and slowed his pace. He kept low and under bushes, scenting every few steps to make sure there was no one around. He was determined to not let anyone sneak up on him, especially here when he was sure they would be even more mad than that other small cat. He caught the scent of a group of cats not to far ahead and he was lucky enough to be downwind from them. He crept closer until he could see them through the bushes. He saw about four cats two older and larger than the other two. The two smaller cats seemed to be battling it out, tearing at each other’s pelts and hissing between bites to the other’s neck. He shuddered as he watched them. He definitely didn’t need to get caught by them. But something about their scents were extremely different from the cat he had met before. The cat seemed more unsure of himself, and these cats smelled of forests and trees and… Aspen wasn’t quite sure how to describe it. He quickly moved on, hoping they wouldn’t notice him until he was far enough away.
Soon he stumbled upon a dip in the ground that was surrounded by thick brambles and was filled with cat scents. He hid in the brambles and shuddered as their thorns caught in his pelt, but he was curious. Was there actually clans of cats living together? He poked his head through and observed a scene that clearly supported what that strange cat had been saying. A group of cats milling around a clearing, sharing food, grooming each other, and just talking together. He was hit with a strange longing as he watched them, but he easily beat it back. He sat and watched the group for a while half in wonder and awe and half in confusion and slight anger and annoyance. There must be something else going on. There was no way this was actually real.


((Again still open for interaction. He’s just now deep in another clans territory.. hopefully the clans don’t use this as a reason to get more mad at the new WindClan(hopefully me doing this is okay) and don’t worry I plan on him getting caught)))(((also going to wait another 30 minutes to and hour))

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