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    Interview the Animalian deities

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    Ok um to anyone, what's your opinion on making tea. 

    1. Pour hot water into cup, put teabag in and let the tea form, take teabag out, pour milk in. 

    2. Pour hot water in, put teabag in, put milk in (while teabag is still inside u psychopath). 

    3. Eat teabag, eat cup, throw out water and milk. 

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    WildClan

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    10 hours ago, CosmicChaos21 said:

    Can't believe we're at five pages of WildClan-

    WOOHOO!!! 

    Also it's soon going to be only Twigstrike, Blossompaw, and Crowpaw, I really hope the Clan doesn't die out

    Loxfeaf’s fifth thread where I obsess over things and at the moment it’s Hazbin Hotel but I never change my title so it’ll probably be different at some point

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    9 hours ago, Loxfeaf said:

    With the story I might write, days are 50hrs long.

    Andromeda and Valk are about to kill me…

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    ‘School’ goes for ten hours a day 🙂

    Ok so while the school thing sounds pretty bad, I did the maths and taking that school last 7 hours in a 24 hour day, roughly 30% of the day is spent at school. 

    While with the 50 hour day, only 20% of the day is spent at school, with 40 hours of free time, while on an actual 24 hour day, there is only 17 hours of free time. Anyway yeah. 

    (yes I know I have no life feel free to ignore me I just wanted to compare it lmao) 

    WildClan

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    2 hours ago, CosmicChaos21 said:

    I KNOWWW- Unfortunately impulsive actions + dark forest training + fear = VERY bad choices

    I mean like it wasn't her fault, she was attacked first I'm just worried about what the consequences will be for her- 😭

    WildClan

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    16 hours ago, CosmicChaos21 said:

    Twigstrike looked between CanaryStar and Sandwing with some unease. He had no idea what they wanted to talk about, maybe they’d caught wind of how he snapped at Blossompaw? But there was no trace of anger or disappointment on their faces so he doubted it was that.

    “What exactly did you want to talk about?” Twigstrike spoke up after failing to piece it together himself. The leader and deputy shared a look that Twigstrike couldn’t decipher before CanaryStar answered him. “Well me and Sandwing are getting older and realize there’s a chance that the clan could be left scrambling for a leader if we both die too close together” CanaryStar said causing a feeling of unease to worm into Twigstrike’s chest as he had a faint idea of where this was going though he hoped it wasn’t. “Okay…” He simply said and waited for one of them to go on to confirm or deny his suspicions.

    “So we kinda wanted to say that if something happens we want you to take over as leader” The deputy’s words struck Twigstrike into silence as he realized what was being asked of him. “But I don’t think I’m leader material” Twigstrike admitted as his gaze was cast downwards. He knew about his tendency to get easily irritated and as interesting as the prospect of being leader is he doesn’t want to leave a bad mark on WildClan’s legacy. “Well options are limited and we know it’s a lot so we’re going to try and teach you how to be the best leader you can be” CanaryStar tried to reassure which Twigstrike couldn’t appreciate, would she still choose him if she knew he’d lost his temper towards her kit?

    “I know it’s a lot” Sandwing spoke making Twigstrike lift his head a small margin. “but in the future you’ll grow into your role and be an amazing leader, I’m sure of it” Twigstrike wanted to disagree but just settled for a nod as he knew the clan couldn’t go without a leader. “We’ll start lessons next sunrise alright?” CanaryStar said as she tried to give him a comforting smile. “Alright” Twigstrike agreed though it was obvious to both the leader and deputy that his heart wasn’t in it.

    The call of their duties caused the three to separate to do their own tasks.

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    Blossompaw drearily blinked open her eyes to the landscape that had become familiar over the moons of training, like a second home away from home. The escape was welcome while Twigstrike’s words buzzed around her skull like an annoying swarm of bugs. Dark thoughts crawled into her mind like creeping shadows but she shook her head like she could physically shake them off before looking around for her ‘mentor’.

    A familiar yellow and grey pelt caught her eye making her bound over in his direction. The nicheling’s ear flicked and he turned his head to see the apprentice making her way over to him causing him to rise to his paws and turn towards what was practically his apprentice.

    “Ah hello Blossompaw, not doing well I see?” Blossompaw froze in her tracks in confusion before remembering what he said before ‘Being dead allows me to see the goings on of the clan’ so she kept going until she was a few tail-lengths away. “Don’t worry I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, Twigstrike was quite cruel without good reason” Spottedfrost said with a sigh. Blossompaw startled when Spottedfrost flinched after looking at her. “What’s wrong?” She asked with concern.

    Spottedfrost had glanced over at the apprentice but flinched when the face of a smiling Wishpaw was reflected at him for a moment before settling back into the face of a concerned Blossompaw. Spottedfrost shook his head before giving the apprentice a smile. “You just reminded me of someone” Spottedfrost answered making Blossompaw tilt her head and open her mouth before reconsidering and shutting it. 

    “Okay, can we do battle training?” Spottedfrost let out a laugh at the apprentice’s constant enthusiasm despite doing battle training so often. “Of course” He said as he took a few steps back until they were a bit farther from each other. “You go first” He offered making Blossompaw nod as she started to circle around him to look for any weakpoints. Spottedfrost didn’t turn to follow her movements but kept his senses sharp for whenever she would strike.

    Once she was behind him she ran towards him and managed to pounce onto his back which was mildly surprising to Spottedfrost but he quickly recovered with an attempt to shake her off. It was difficult but Blossompaw used to claws to ensure she wouldn’t be easily dislodged so Spottedfrost moved on to another tactic.

    Blossompaw let out a slight hiss when Spottedfrost suddenly rolled onto his back, slightly crushing her under his weight and letting her hold on his pelt slip. He quickly rolled back onto his paws and tried to pin her but she quickly darted away before he could making him grin as her agility, a sense of pride swelling in him at how well she was doing.

    She used that opportunity to land a scratch on his shoulder making him wince in pain. Blossompaw paused with concern but Spottedfrost just shook his head to indicate he was fine before landing a scratch on her right cheek, leaving a thin red line across it. Blossompaw scrunched up her face but shook off the pain in favor of lunging at him, causing him to get bowled over.

    She carefully pressed a paw against his throat causing him to chuckle. “Guess you won this one” Spottedfrost said making Blossompaw beam before walking a few tail-lengths away so he could get up. “You had great agility” Spottedfrost praised making Blossompaw’s fur fluff in some embarrassment. Praise had been rare at first but as she trained more with him Spottedfrost had been congratulating her more and it was an adjustment considering Tigerthorn’s usual cold attitude towards her. “Thanks” She simply responded as she idly groomed the fur on her shoulder before glancing around at her distorting surroundings.

    “Time for you to wake up, we’ll train more soon” Spottedfrost said making Blossompaw sad at the thought of leaving but she nodded. “Bye!” She said before vanishing back to the world of the living. Spottedfrost stared for a few moments before the voice of LocustStar caught him off guard.

    “If I didn’t know better I’d say you care about that apprentice” Spottedfrost’s face twisted into one of irritation at the other dark forest nicheling’s words. “What makes you think that?” Spottedfrost hissed which the other nicheling only rolled his eyes at. “The kindness you show her, we’re supposed to recruit more nichelings to the dark forest not get attached” LocustStar said with a low rumble which Spottedfrost returned. “I’m not attached” Spottedfrost rumbled making LocustStar narrow his eyes before turning around and stalking off, leaving Spottedfrost to his thoughts.

    ‘I’m not attached’ Spottedfrost thought but deep down he knew he was lying to himself as he remembered how nice it was to see the apprentice. And he hated the fact that he knew what made him attached in the first place as the younger nicheling reminded him of how Wishpaw looked at him, the one he had helped raise and the one that saw him as their true father. He couldn’t deny that he sometimes regretted his past actions with his hindsight both because he knows he had hurt many but also because he would never see Wishpaw, or Wishwind as they had been named as a warrior, ever again.

    He looked up to the ‘sky’ with a drawn out breath as he wondered what could have been if he had made different choices, if he hadn’t been so pushy and filled with envy and jealousy. ‘No use dwelling’ He thought as he walked off.

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    An unfortunate side effect of training in her dreams was the fact that Blossompaw on rare occasion had to go to the medicine den because the injuries she got in her dreams carried over to her real life.

    She slowly made her way to the medicine den as she dreaded the questioning she would get once again from her uncle as he had only believed her lies completely the first time or maybe the second but after enough times she was always regarded with doubt. Mossbeetle never pushed for answers but the stifling silence and judgement was enough to make the apprentice’s skin crawl.

    “Hey Mossbeetle!” Blossompaw chirped but the cheerful greeting was met with a thousand tail-length stare that made Blossompaw let out an involuntary nervous chuckle. “I had a thorn caught in my nest and it got me good!” Blossompaw had recited a ‘good’ lie about a million times in her head as she did the walk of shame to the medicine den but even her most convincing words did nothing to erase the skeptical look her uncle gave her.

    “…Right, come over here so I can look at it” Mossbeetle’s words made her quickly skitter over to sit in front of him as he looked over the scratch on her face. “Congratulations you’re getting a would from a ‘thorn’” The scalding amount of sarcasm made a very unnerved grin appear on Blossompaw’s face as she avoided the notion of eye contact in any way.

    “Guess I’ll look super tough with two scars on my face than!” Blossompaw said with fake bravado that Mossbeetle just stared at her for a few moments before sighing. “Yeah a scar from a rabill and a thorn is so tough” Blossompaw wondered if there was a limit to the amount of sarcasm a nicheling could put in a single sentence as she waited for him to finish applying the herbs he needed to.

    “I get if you don’t want to talk to me about it but you should tell your mom about whatever all these injuries are coming from” Mossbeetle said as Blossompaw was making her way out of the den. “…” Blossompaw didn’t speak as she skittered out of the den.

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    “Does it ever get easier?” Crowpaw’s blunt words caused Sandwing to trip and almost drop the rabill hanging from his jaws. “Wha- What exactly?” Sandwing asked as he wondered if he’d missed something the apprentice had said. “Missing your old home, didn’t CanaryStar say something about you not being born here?” Crowpaw asked as she tried to recalled the exact words.

    “Oh that well…yes and no” The deputy’s words only morphed the apprentice’s face into confusion at the not-answer. “You may miss your old home your entire life but you’ll find nichelings who make you see the good in your new one, they make it easier to accept that you may never see your old home again” Sandwing continued upon seeing the expression on his apprentice’s face.

    “Do you still miss your old home?” Crowpaw asked making Sandwing’s steps slow until reaching a stop as he considered the question. “I can’t remember too much but I do miss my family and a part of me aches to see them again” He admitted as he only saw blurry faces in his memories until the crystal clarity he had when he was younger. “but then I think about what I would lose if I went back in time and never ended up in the clan, so I want to ask you something Crowpaw” The words made Crowpaw’s ears perk as she looked towards her mentor in anticipation.

    “If you could find your family now and leave with them would you? Would you be willing to sacrifice what you’ve made here to live your old life?” Sandwing’s words made Crowpaw’s thoughts freeze before genuinely considering it. The thought of playing with her siblings with her parents watching over her crossed her mind and the idea made her happy…but then she remembered Blossompaw and thought of a life without her. No more moon-highs spent listening to her rambles and giggling about silly ideas, she would never have Blossompaw’s attempts of comfort after the times she failed a hunt, never again would she see Blossompaw’s sunshine-filled smile directed toward her.

    “…I…don’t think I could” Crowpaw answered with her face scrunched in thought earning an empathetic smile from her mentor as he could understand. “Well if the time comes you have to choose I’m sure we’d all support it” Sandwing said making Crowpaw crack a tiny smile.

    “That’s enough of that though, why don’t we take our catches back to camp and relax in the warmth of the sun?” Sandwing offered as to not stress out the apprentice. Crowpaw nodded as she didn’t want to dwell much more at the moment so the two made their way back to camp holding their own tribute to the fresh-kill pile.

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    The atmosphere was suffocating between the two nichelings as they made their way through the grasses in an attempt to hunt. Tigerthorn had already caught a rabill so he just stared at Blossompaw only making her irritation spike further at the judgement from her mentor.

    “Kinda hard to focus when I can feel your staring” Blossompaw snipped as she tried to focus on her surroundings to no avail. “If you’re that easily distracted maybe your warrior ceremony should be pushed back a few moons” Tigerthorn retorted making Blossompaw’s fur bristle at the idea, as if she needed to feel any more ashamed of her struggle to hunt. “And maybe you should get over Redpaw” Blossompaw couldn’t bite back the impulsive words though she immediately regretted it as she thought of how wrong it was to use that against him, and she could only imagine how Twigstrike would feel using his sister’s memory in such a way.

    “Maybe I should just kill you like I did Daisyfall” Blossompaw’s blood froze in her veins as she just barely caught the mumbled words of her mentor. “…You killed him” It wasn’t a question but a statement. She knew her mentor was cold and distant but she would’ve never assumed that such a respected warrior of the clan would stoop to such levels.

    It seems Tigerthorn realized his mistake too as he quickly lunged at the apprentice to get rid of the nicheling that now knew his secret. Spottedfrost’s training came in handy as she easily dodged to the side causing her mentor to land on his front paws with a wince as he crumbled to the ground. He could stand on his front paws but not for long and it caused a fair amount of pain.

     

     

     

    ~BLOOD AND MURDER, I DON'T THINK IT COUNTS AS GORE BUT JUST IN CASE BE WARNED!~

     

    Blossompaw used the opportunity without a moment of thought, bowling him over so she was hovering above him. He quickly landed a deep bite on her shoulder causing her to wince as she felt blood run down her fur. She let out a low rumble as she used a paw to shove his snout away before ruthlessly sinking her teeth into his throat.

    He gasped then coughed as he breathed in his own blood, trying to kick her off of him with his hind-legs to no avail as her training had prepared her for retaliation. He thrashed and struggled for longer than she thought he would before slowing his movements and suddenly falling limp.

    She let go with a cold expression before her actions started to slowly sink in, slowly morphing her expression into one of shock and regret. She stepped a few steps back, breathing heavily but only being more sickened as the scent and taste of blood flooded her senses. Not the blood of prey but the blood of her own clanmate. The blood of her own mentor.

     

    ~END OF BLOOD AND STUFF!~

     

     

     

    She felt dizzy and disoriented as her brain sluggishly tried to figure out what to do. Should she say that a bearyena attacked them? No, the bite mark on her shoulder wouldn’t be one of a bearyena….ROGUES! She could say that rogues attacked her and her mentor and that would explain the bite mark! But first she needed to wash herself off.

    =

    She made it to a small stream where she dipped her snout and paws in to wash them off the actions she had just committed. She then realized it would be odd for all of her to be dry except her snout and paws so she took a deep breath before soaking her entire body in the stream before emerging soaking wet and feeling like every breeze was a personal attack.

    She shook her head to dislodge any thoughts before slowly making her way back to camp to prepare herself to lie to her entire clan…

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    BLOSSOMPAW NOOOO 😭😭😭

    Royal Outcasts

    in Playthroughs

    Posted

    Just now, CosmicChaos21 said:

    I'd say that if you don't have the passion/attachment to the characters to finish writing it out than don't because making yourself finish it can be draining.

    Yeah, I think you're right. Maybe I'll start another playthrough down the road with a plot, and better characters. For now though I think I'll just post all the screenshots I took before the clan died.

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    Royal Outcasts

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    Hmm. So I have played ahead and SPOILERS! the entire clan dies out. Should I keep writing posts until the end, or should I just leave this playthrough, as I'm not really too attached to the characters, and at this point in the playthrough I kinda should be?

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    Royal Outcasts

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    (Tiny green?)

     

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    Vayka plodded alongside Ramsi, who was now Kanir. The distant smell of prey hit her nose, and she quickened her pace from excitement. Ramsi matched it, a steady, quiet presence, even more so now that he damaged his voice. But today the silence was uncomfortable, stifling. 

    ‘You’ve been treating me different.’ Ramsi broke the silence with a whisper Vayka barely caught.

    ‘I have not.’ She rolled her eyes at him, before pausing. ‘Kanir.’ Now it was Ramsi’s turn to roll his eyes.

    ‘This doesn’t change anything, you know. Me being Kanir doesn’t mean we’re not friends. It doesn’t mean I’m better than you or some stupid thing.’ His voice took on a pleading note.

    ‘I know that.’ Vayka said. To tell the truth, she didn’t know if it changed things. In her was a bred in fear of displeasing the monarchs. When Ramsi was still just the Kayan, they were friends, but things felt different now that he was the ruling monarch. ‘You matter more to me than some rules, we’re still friends. I just need to think about some stuff.’ She shrugged, touching the gems on her chest. Ramsi nodded, and they fell into silence again.

    Their hunt was successful, and they came back with a lot of good prey. A little fluffy kit wobbled forward, an almost direct clone of Zorro. Nikaj looked on, a tired expression on her face. Vayka felt bad for Nikaj’s position. She never really wanted kids, but the bloodline needed to survive. It wasn’t the first time Vayka wondered whether a monarchy was even worth it.

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    ‘I’ll bite your head off if you didn’t get me something good.’ Nikaj grinned at the two approaching nichelings, her tired expression fading. 

    ‘Guess I’m going to be missing a head then,’ Ramsi smiled back, hiding the prey behind himself. ‘We’ve got nothing.’ 

    ‘Come on Ramsi, even you aren’t that useless.’ She jibed. ‘Vayka will have something though, because she can actually hunt.’ Nikaj turned her grin to Vayka.

    ‘That I do.’ Vayka puffed her chest out, before picking up Ayan, the little kit, and walking over to the others. Ayan was not given the surname of a Kayan, because he was not the child of the current monarch. But if Nikaj and Ramsi died with Ayan being the only heir, he would become Kanir. Just as she and Ramsi set down their food, a low growl echoed from the bushes. Vayka turned around, and eyes like black pools stared back at her, hunger like a bright flame. Vayka just managed to shove her friends out of the way, before sharp teeth sank into her shoulder. She would have been dead, if not for her spiky back, making the bearyena yelp in pain and stand back for a moment.

    ‘To the ports!’ Ramsi said as loud as he could, his voice raspy. Nikaj grabbed Ayan, and everyone ran. Zorro and Kiji were already there, and running. They sped across the flowers, the bearyena nipping at their hind legs. Bounding across the stones, the tribe ran to the next island. The journey was long and tough, across stones and smaller islands that were barely sandbanks. On the way Telim was born, and when the warm air of another island hit them, Vayka thought she would cry from relief. She quickly touched the gems on her chest, before hopping off the stones and helping the others.

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    Kiji sat humming to herself as she walked along the beach looking around for herbs, or something of use. The loud pawsteps of her sister alerted her, and she stood up a little straighter. Kiji had never been very close with Vayka, but they were friends at the very least. 

    ‘Ramsi wants us to move further inland. You might want to pick up the pace.’ Vayka ushered. Kiji looked off into the distance, thinking for a moment, before looking back at her sister.

    ‘Somethings bothering you.’ She said, raising an eyebrow.

    ‘Why does everyone keep saying that!’ Vayka huffed, grabbing Kiji’s tail and half dragging her to the others. She wasn’t very successful. ‘Nothings wrong! I’m just thinking!’

    ‘Alright, alright. But would it hurt if you let me think with you? If it’s not too personal of course.’ Kiji tilted her head.

    ‘I just…’ Vaykas ears went flat on her head. ‘Have you ever thought what it would be like without a monarchy? If we just governed ourselves?’

    ‘It’d be chaotic, I’d imagine.’

    ‘But this isn’t working out! Look how our tribe has fallen. If we all worked together, instead of some nichelings being better than others, things would be a lot more stable.’ Vayka stood her ground, her gaze intense.

    ‘You’re right, in a way.’ Kiji said slowly. ‘But this is how we’ve always been doing it, and maybe we need to wait until a more stable time to change things. Have you talked to Ramsi?’

    ‘Of course I haven’t, he’s the Kanir.’ Vayka mumbled, shaking her head. ‘Okay, whatever. Forget I said anything.’ She walked off before Kiji could say another word.

    ~

    A few nights ago, Zorro passed from old age. It was a hot day in the part of the island that was a savanna, and Telim couldn’t get to sleep. He missed his father, but the thing he was most broken up about was the fact that his mother didn’t seem to care. Sure, she mourned for him as if he was a friend, but nothing more. Telim had hoped that him passing would at least make his mother care a bit more, but apparently not.

    ‘You okay?’ His mothers voice sounded from behind him.

    ‘Fine.’ He sighed, moving over to make room for her. She gently placed a paw on his shoulder, before hugging him. While she didn’t love Zorro, Telim knew in his heart that she loved Ayan and himself. 

    ‘I wanted to talk to you about your rank, actually.’ She broke away, looking down at him with her purple eyes. Telim blanched.

    ‘Did something happen to uncle Ramsi?’ 

    ‘What? No. He’s fine.’ She sighed before looking at him. 'You know your father was a gatherer, but now that he’s gone, we have no one to collect food.’ Realization dawned on Telim.

    ‘You want to demote me.’ He turned away with a scoff, anger pooling in him. His mother fixed him with a stern glare.

    ‘I wouldn’t ask this of you if I knew you couldn’t do it. You’re our only option right now. If you don’t want to, don’t take this responsibility, but think of the repercussions for the clan.’

    Try as he might, Telim could not be truly angry with her. He knew he wasn’t suited for being Kanir. He was laid back and easygoing, not great traits for a future leader. Besides, he prefered gathering food to dealing with the tribe. The more he mulled the thought over in his head, the less angry he felt. Eventually he had decided.

    ‘I’ll do it.’ 

    Nikaj smiled from ear to ear. Barely visible wrinkles creased around her eyes, and in a moment he realized that his mother aged just like any other nicheling. He could only hope many days were still left for her.

    ‘Thank you, Telim.’ She smiled, before walking off to go tell Ramsi.

    (yeah ignore ramsi in this screenshot)

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