The Falling Stars/Roleplay




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Night purred as he looked at Moth. "Thank the Tribe of Endless Hunting," he sighed, staring into his daughter's eyes for the first time. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:34, October 16, 2015 (UTC)

Moth blinked at her father, who had blue eyes, like her mother's. Holding his stare for a bit, and turned away, sniffing. " Where's Sorrel?" G r y f f i n d o r  17:58, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

"What?" Sorrel heard her name being called, and she bounded down the side of Night's legs to see what it was. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:01, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

" I'm Moth, your sister!" Moth said slowly, finding it weird seeing her littermate for the first time. ''She's nothing like what I imagined. '' G r y f f  i n d o r  18:24, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel bounced on her paws. "Finally, I can play with someone!" The tortoiseshell she-cat waved one paw in the air boredly, before returning her gaze to Moth. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:29, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

Moth hesitantly lowered herself out of the nest, testing her weight on her legs. Kit fuzz was around her eyes and her ticked fur was fluffy with youth. Bird gave her a little nudge and Moth slithered forwards, stopping a few tail-lengths away from her sister. "  What do you wanna play?" G r y f f i n d o r  18:37, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

"I don't know..." Sorrel paused for a moment, trying to think of something. "...Ooooh, I know! You wanna play some Mossball?" -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:39, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

"... Mozboll? What's that?" Moth said slowly. G r y f f i n d o r  18:41, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

(mozboll xDDDD) Sorrel shook her head slowly. "Come on, I'll show you," Soorel mewed, scampering over to the edge of the den. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:43, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

(the intelligence of moth). Moth followed at a more hesitant and cautious pace, looking around the den. She reached the corner, staying away from the shadows, not entirely sure what they were. G r y f f i n d o r  18:48, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel waited for Moth. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:08, October 19, 2015 (UTC)

Moth arrived, twitching her ears at Sorrel. G r y f f i n d o r  18:52, October 19, 2015 (UTC)

"Come on!" Sorrel bounded out of the nursery, her fur bristling. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:37, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

This was exhausting for Moth. The ticked tabby scrambled after her lively sister, excited, but not liking that her sister was telling her what to do. She looked up at the sky and gasped- it was so large, so blue!- and at the space that was their camp. She forced her small legs to move quicker, trying to keep up with Sorrel. G r y f f i n d o r  00:59, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel waited for Moth for a little bit, waiting for her sister to catch up. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:03, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

"... I'm here." Moth panted, shaking her head. " What were you going to show me again?" G r y f f i n d o r  01:04, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel thought for a moment. "Oh yeah! I was going to show you how to play Mossball!" -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:08, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

" Moz- bal..." Moth said slowly, testing out the pronounciation. Her eyes brightened. " Okay! Let's play!" she crouched down playfully. G r y f f i n d o r  01:09, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

"Just gotta fetch something..." Sorrel went down to the nook where she kept her ball of moss nearby, and she brought it out, clasping it in her jaws. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:11, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

" Ewww!" Moth yelped, springing backwards and failing epically, landing on her side. She sprang up and curled her lip in disgust. " What is ''that?" '' G r y f f  i n d o r  01:12, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

"It's moss," Sorrel mewed, prodding the ball with a paw. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:13, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Moth sniffed it cautiously, eventually deciding she could trust it. " So we play Mozball with this... Moss?" G r y f f i n d o r  01:20, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel nodded eagerly. "Yeah! You've got to try and catch the ball." Sorrel then picked up the ball back in her jaws. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:10, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Moth waited for Sorrel to release it, eyes slitted slightly and tail waving for balance as she crouched. G r y f f i n d o r  22:30, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Eagle sat inside of his den, hearing the kits playing before sighing. He had no heir, and if he died...Well, bad things would happen. 22:32, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel tossed the ball. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   09:00, October 21, 2015 (UTC)

Moth jumped for the ball and pounced on it. G r y f f i n d o r  22:13, October 21, 2015 (UTC)

Flame sat in camp, twitching an ear boredly. 13:36, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Moth missed the mossball and chased it as it rolled across the floor. G r y f f i n d o r  14:01, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame watched Moth and sat outside, purring in satisfaction. "Looks like you're having alot of fun," He murmered, cocking his head. 14:04, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" What?" Moth squeaked, putting a paw on the mossball. " Oh, yeah. It's fun!" G r y f f i n d o r  14:07, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame smiled at Moth, purring with satisfaction. "Mossball, hmm? Seems to be the kits' favorite game these days." 14:08, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Moth cocked her speckled head to one side. " What's favourite?" G r y f f i n d o r  14:10, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame contiuned to purr. "Mossball is favored by most kits," He replied, drawing a paw over his ears. "Something you prefer over others." 14:12, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Moth frowned slightly, tail swishing over the ground. " What's prefer?" G r y f f i n d o r  14:15, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame looked away, growing slightly annoyed. "Eh, nevermind. But yeah. Have fun playing Mossball." 14:16, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" What's nevermind?" Moth squeaked, curious and fascinated at the strange words Flame was saying. But then she grabbed the mossball and trotted away. G r y f f i n d o r  14:17, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame blinked blankly, and snarled codly under his breath in frusteration. ''That troll.. oh well. ''(XDDD) 14:19, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

(cats don't even know what trolls are lol). Moth didn't notice the snarl, but Bird- who's ever watchful blue eyes were on her kits- did. She got up and marched over to the tom, eyes flashing and fur bristling. " What did you just do to my kit?" G r y f f i n d o r  14:21, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame backed away, blinking in confusion. "Uhhh, I didn't do anything," He snarled, narrowing his eyes sharply and stomping away. 14:23, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" I heard you snarl at her," Bird snapped, tail beginning to lash as she entered protective-mother mode. "  Don't you dare snarl at any of my family- especially my kits- ever again." She watched him stalk away with a cold satisfaction, marching back to her kits and sitting beside them protectively. G r y f f i n d o r  14:25, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame let out a growl, and snarled one thing back before exiting camp. "Well, maybe you should teach your kit what words mean!" 14:28, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" Maybe you should grow up!" Bird called back defiantly, very angry. She turned her back on the entrance, not wanting to engage in furthur arguing with that tom. G r y f f i n d o r  14:29, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Reeds That Grow by River quietly stalked a mouse, her thoughts getting mixed with her memories from the battle. ''Stupid Burn, having kits with that she-cat. Good thing he died, they got together even though the she-cat's Clan and his faction were enemies. I remember hearing that their kits died anyway, though I think that she-cat didn't deserve to have her kits killed by that rogue.'' "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  15:39, November 1, 2015 (UTC)

Moon felt his hackles raise with fear as Eagle led him to what was to be his new home. At one point, all of the cats had been his Tribe's enemies, but now, he was their heir, their future leader. 20:30, November 1, 2015 (UTC)

Trotting back to her home, Reed jumped as she spotted Moon. "And who is this, Eagle?"

"I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  01:37, November 2, 2015 (UTC)

Eagle narrowed his eyes, keeping his son close. "This is Moon, your very Heir, so I suggest you show some respect to him, after all, he's your future leader." 02:34, November 2, 2015 (UTC)

"Are you saying you had kits with someone?" Reed couldn't hold in the attitude. "With whom, leader?" "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  23:43, November 2, 2015 (UTC)

Eagle narrowed his eyes coldly. "My personal life is none of your business, walk away, that's an order." 23:59, November 2, 2015 (UTC)

Flame let out a yawn, and laid down by a thick patch of ferns. He carefully curled his tail around his paws, and laid his head down. 00:02, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Reed held in a growl, casting an angry look at Moon and Eagle before turning. Goodness, that wasn't a nice intro. "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  00:11, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Flame flicked an ear and quickly shot his head up, hearing the loud growl of his leader. ''Ugh.. what could he possibly be buffering up about now? '' 00:13, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

"Because you were trained the ways of a regular soldier in a completely different faction...-" Eagle began, pacing inside his den while his son casually sat by the entrance. "-...you'll basically have to start over in your training. You know the basics of hunting and fighting, however, you must learn to be a good and fair leader." 00:16, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Flame let out a sigh, and padded towards the leader's den. He sat outside, his whiskers twitching with amusement. ''Ooh, the leader has a son.. How interesting. '' 00:18, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Eagle stopped, twitching his tail tip in irritation. Since when was his personal life such a gossip that every single cat had to stick their nose into? Had his Tribemates no respect?! "Whoever is outside of my den, you are dismissed, this is a private conversation for me and my son only." 00:23, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Flame narrowed his eyes, keeping still and quiet. He moved himself along the edge of the den, quietly scowling to himself as he stepped on his tail. 00:26, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Annoyed, Eagle turned back to his son. "Seeing that my own Tribe holds no respect, we will be taking these private matters out of camp. Come along, Moon." Pushing his way out of his den, Moon trotted after his father, leaving the camp behind him. 00:28, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Flame snorted and padded back into the ???? den. 00:34, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

Moon eyed his father once they were quite a distance from camp. "Sooo....is it like, a custom for your heir to have a mother in a different faction." Eagle shook his head, a little offended by his heir's comment. "No, I had no mate...Your mother and I made a deal: she wanted to give her sister some foster kits, and I needed a heir. So yeah." He paused to take a breath. "My brother, Crow, tried to kill me and took over as leader, which is why our rankings are based off of the ancients. I decided against converting my tribe back, seeing that we are now thriving, and everyone's so used to their current positions, seeing that they hunt, fight, and heal." 00:58, November 3, 2015 (UTC)

(purple makes it hard to seeeee) Moth stared at the new tom and made a face at his scent. Bird whacked her lightly with her tail, telling her to mind her manners. G r y f f i n d o r  04:50, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Flame padded through the camp, his tail-tip flicking. 19:34, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

(wren needs her sharpclaw stuff done, she's of age) Wren trotted around camp, while Sorrel cocked her head at Moon. "Who's that?" -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   19:36, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

" I don't know..." Moth squeaked, wriggling around in her mother's hold. " D'you think he's coming to live with us? Oh, look! It's that tom!" She pointed at Flame with her tail. G r y f f i n d o r  19:48, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Flame narrowed his eyes and grunted. ''Oh great.. Now I'm going to get yelled at by a mother who can't teach her kit one thing. '' 19:50, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

" That guy's my friend!" Moth squeaked, breaking free from her mother and skittering across the floor. Bird lunged a second too late, her teeth clicked shut on empty air as Moth bounded forwards to meet Flame. G r y f f i n d o r  19:53, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Flame snorted and whisked his tail across the ground. ''I'm not a friend of a clueless half-born kit! ''His tail-tip twitching in annoyance, he came face to face with the small she-kit. "Erm.. Hi." 19:56, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

" Hi!" Moth said, twitching her tail. " Can you teach me more words?"--- Bird watched Flame carefully. G r y f f i n d o r  19:57, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Flame flattened his ears. "That's not my job," He meowed strictly, flicking an ear. "Ask your mother. She's the one who knows more than you, afterall." 20:00, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Moth frowned in disappointment. " Aww, fine. But I thought you were my friend. I guess I was wrong." The ticked kit stomped away to her sister and mother. G r y f f i n d o r  20:05, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Flame rolled his eyes and padded away. ''Good riddens. That kit is more annoying than a pack of foxes! '' 20:07, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Shine leaned into Crow's side, taking in the prisoner's scent with a quick breath. She closed her amber eyes as he shifted closwer, protectively wrapping his tail around the molly. The ginger she-cat moved her head to look up at the tom she loved so dearly, her amber gaze calm, but demanding. "Crow," she began gently, "you know we cannot be together, you're nothing but a prisoner now..." The dark-pelted tom let out a soft growl, flexing his claws. "They don't have to know, they can't tell me what to do. I love you, Shine, and that's all that matters, and I...I...I won't let anything happen to you." 00:33, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

( can derp haunt crow's dreams just bc?) Moth was tired up beinf cooped up in the cage. The ticked kit ruffled her fur before making a bold descision. Checking that her mother wasn't watching, she slipped through the entrance and headed outside of camp. She blinked up in wonder at the sky, feeling a burst of freedom and cavorting about. Suddenly, she spotted the edge a dangerous section of moss-covered rock and pricked her ears, running forwards and deciding to climb them. G r y f f i n d o r  00:44, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

(sorry, but no, he's basically obsessed with Shine) Shine cast Crow a confused glance. "...I'm fine, Crow, why are you so much like this? You've been fretting over me constantly lately." The black tom flattened his ears and looked away. "...I had a dream about you, Shine...About your death, and I cannot let it happen, no-one shall hurt you." 00:48, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

(idc. i just miss having an excuse to derp in rp). Moth's claws dripped the moss as she tried to navigate her way across the rocks. Her heart was pounding with the thrill of adventure. G r y f f i n d o r  00:52, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Shine frowned before pressing her face back into his thick black fur. "...I won't leave you, Crow, I promise." She murmured softly before wrapping her tail around his. Crow starred down at his love interest with an intense blue gaze. "...Then be my mate." The molly looked up at him, alarmed. "My brother can't say anything if he doesn't know, it'll be our secret, I promise." Shine shut her jaws before going silent, eventually touching her muzzle to his. "...Then let's be mates, Crow." 00:54, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Moth nearly slipped but managed to save herself just in time. Panting, she stood there and admired the view from where she'd managed to navigate herself. Then, suddenly, she heard a snarl. A large weasel-like creature was running at her. Moth screamed in horror, but the weasel was on her before she could do anything. Out of adrenaline, she lashed out with a paw and managed to connect with the thing. It snarled and suddenly turned and loped away, but left at a cost. Moth's scream of asgony pierced the air, her leg manlged and gushing blood. G r y f f i n d o r  01:00, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"Shine, I love you so-" The black tom cut himself off as a screech rang in his ears. "What was that?" Shine was already on her paws and racing out of camp. Crow wanted to follow, but if he left the camp, he'd probably be killed by his brother. 01:04, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

''Moth?!?! ''Bird's ears pricked and she was speeding out of camp after Shine. " My- Moth!" she shrieked shrilly, picking up the scent trail and running faster than she ever had in her life. When she found her daughter lying stretched out and bloodstained, Bird howled in grief and crouched beside her. " Moth!!" G r y f f i n d o r  01:06, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Shine skidded to a halt at the bloody kit and Bird, angling her ears towards camp. "Hurry, get her back to camp, we have all of the cobwebs there." 01:09, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

But Bird stood immobilized. " Her leg...." she gasped, while Mith writhed in pain. Galvanized into action, she hoisted her daughter on her shoulders and went back to camp as fast as she dared. G r y f f i n d o r  01:20, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Reed pricked her ears at the sight of Bird rushing in with Moth. "Oh, why did Nightgazer have to die?!?" she growled to herself, dashing over to the injured she-cat. "What happened, Bird?" Panic held her voice, the sharpclaw shaking at the shock of seeing Moth like this... "I hope   you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  15:14, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

" I don't know, I don't know!" Bird's voice rose into hysteria. Moth was bleeding heavily, her frail body slipping into unconsciousness. " We need a healer, or somebody! I don't know what to do!" (whatever happens, Moth's leg needs to be amputated). G r y f f i n d o r  15:30, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"What about the other Tribe? They've got a healer, right?!?" Reed frantically paced, her gaze on the ground and her eyes worried. "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  15:34, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"We're sharpclaws, we all know about herbs, unless you guys never finished your training." Shine pointed out. 15:38, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

(wait, what? they know about herbs??) Bird was in a state of emotional distress, quite obviously. She began to pace, ignoring Shine's comment and Reed. " I don't care! My daughter is going to die and I need help!  G r y f f i n d o r  15:53, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

(Yeah, that's why they have no healer) "Get her to camp, now. The other tribe is at last a day's travel away, there's no way she'd make it." Shine ordered quickly. 16:02, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

(okie) Bird nodded, to upset to be the one giving orders. She gently grabbed Moth's scruff and set off at a brisk walk, careful to keep the mangled leg from touching the ground. ''Could there be infection? ''Moth cried out in her sleep G r y f f i n d o r  16:04, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"Hurry now," Shine murmured as she lengthened her strides,forcing her way into camp. Crow poked his head out of his den, watching Shine hurry off. His blue eyes clouded with confusion, wondering what she was up to. 17:32, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Bird nodded and, upon reaching camp, set Moth down on the floor. " What'll happen to her?" G r y f f i n d o r  17:35, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Shine didn't respond, studying the leg with a narrowed gaze. She then took in a deep breath. "...I....It may have to come off, Bird." 17:36, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

" WHAT?!" Bird shrieked. " Come off? Why?" G r y f f i n d o r  17:40, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"It's done for, the wounds are too deep and too great. Keeping it on will only give her a terrible infection, and kill her for sure." Shine finished with a sigh. 17:41, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"Bird looked sick. " Who'll take it off?" she eyed everyone in the room mistrustfully. " I-I'll do it myself."  G r y f f i n d o r  17:43, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Light sat grooming his pelt quietly; the tom had joined not long ago and preferred to go by his loner named Arthur.—   Ryewhisker 16:24, November 19, 2015 (UTC)

(let'ssaynightistherewithhismate) Night sighed, shooting a sad look at his mate and eldest daughter. "...I don't know..." Meanwhile, Wren paced around frantically. (she was meant to be a sharpclaw over two weeks ago, should I just say she became one or...?) -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   04:02, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

"Alright, if you're going to do it, do it quickly. Once you remove her limb, keep it above her heart to slow the bloodflow, wrap it immediately as well." Turning, Shine quickly left, her eyes clouding with worry as Crow peered from his den, nuzzling her gently as she approached. 18:00, November 21, 2015 (UTC)