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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Apr 7, 2020 20:42:43 GMT -5
Minktoes The way that she dances,
ain't afraid to take chances The world looked so different upside down, though something often viewed through those wide blue pools of the uniquely tempermented feline. The chocolate point she-cat was often found lounging on her back with her paws folded over her soft belly as she watched the scenes around her unfold.
Pupils wide, eating away at the pretty watery hues, the young warrioress enjoyed her lazy afternoon as the sun blinked in and out of clouds that moved across the sky. Brown toes wiggled upon each paw every couple of seconds, an odd little habit that had been formed from a young age.
The familiar gruff tone of her brother rose up from the quiet chatter heard from the elder's den and the nursery, bringing Minktoes' attention to where the blue point tomcat was near the camp entrance. It seemed that Weaselnose was with him, though it was rare to see one brother without the other nearby.
Rolling over to her belly, the mostly cream molly took a second to readjust to the changing of her surroundings shifting with her before she pulled herself to those chunky paws of hers. A light trot in her step bringing her closer to where she noticed her brothers' lightly surrounding a young she-cat of the clan.
"Don't you look quite riveting this afternoon, Robinpaw." Otterbite had a rather cocky smirk upon his blue masked muzzle while those handsome liquid pools of his held the younger she-cat's gaze with confidence practically oozing off his mostly cream colored pelt.
"Robingpaw!" Minktoes bounced forwards softly, that practically permanent gentle smile upon her brown muzzle. She didn't miss the look of mild annoyance that flashed over her blue point brother's face though she purposefully ignored it.
"Molly-snatched." It was a quiet tease as Weaselnose's more raspy tone sounded behind Otterbite, who quickly quieted his brother with an irritated blue gaze.
"Mink, sis, what are you doing here? I'm sure there are some trees waiting for you to sleep in." Otterbite turned his attention towards his sister, who looked nearly identical to Weaselnose as they were twins.
"Yup! That's where Robinpaw and I are headed now!" Minktoes purred loudly, her thick tail wavering around behind her as a smile graced her round face. "I told her I'd show her my favorite branch." Those bright blue pools of hers were alite with a happy shimmer as she spoke.
Granted, she wasn't exactly telling the truth but she figured a little white lie couldn't hurt. Besides, she was practically saving poor Robinpaw from the temperamental tom known as Otterbite, or rather, Minktoes' older brother.
Weaselnose wasn't nearly as bad, but he enjoyed goading Otterbite on. It was the brown pointed tom's amusement whether his brother failed or not.
"Ready to go Robinpaw?" Minktoes turned her attention to the younger she-cat, more than happy to actually spend time with her. Even if that hadn't been the initial plan, it had been thought up so why not go through with it. Besides, the uniquely tempered she-cat was curious if the young molly was as quick as tree travel as she was.
There weren't many who could keep up with her, so it would be fun.
"Otterbite, why don't you and Weaselnose go see if you can find Brackenstride." And with that, Minktoes quickly bounced off through the clan entrance with a final flicker of her chocolate dipped tail to beacon Robinpaw with her out into the delight of the forests.
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INVENTORY
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Post by โ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ on Apr 12, 2020 12:31:30 GMT -5
She pushed through the camp entrance, and immediately found herself face to face with the surprised, but delighted, blue face of Otterbite. "Don't you look quite riveting this afternoon, Robinpaw." He purred, while her green eyes widened at the compliment. She didn't even know if she felt more taken aback by the fact that he was interested, or the fact that he was so sure his attention was even wanted. She was about to put down her moss to reply when a figure bounced into her field of view, one that was the image of the amused Weaselnose, who chuckled to himself as she approached. "Molly-snatched." He whispered, and Robinpaw almost laughed around her bundle of moss. Minktoes practically swept Otterbite out of Robinpaw's path, with promises of tree branches and more importantly, liberation from Otterbite's attention.
"Ready to go, Robinpaw?" Minktoes turned to hers, those blue eyes still gleaming with playfulness. Robinpaw perked an ear. She and Minktoes seemed so different, on opposite ends of a wide spectrum. And yet, this cat had come to her rescue, time and time again. It was something Robinpaw was grateful for, but she didn't even know how to properly thank her without it seeming awkward. "Of course!" She purred, waving her calico tail. "I just need to bring this moss to the elder's den first." And so she did, popping into the small sheltered den with an apology to those there that she could not stay, she was... er... patrolling with Minktoes. Trotting out of the den, she followed close behind the brown point she-cat with her tail streaking out behind her, the wind in her whiskers. Was this how LightningClan cats felt when they sprinted across the moorlands? Was this how loners felt, with the freedom to go anywhere? Robinpaw didn't know. But right now, she was content and happy being a TreeClan cat running beneath the arching branches of her forest home.
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Apr 30, 2020 15:52:31 GMT -5
Minktoes The way that she dances,
ain't afraid to take chances The pretty Siamese she-cat waited patiently for Robinpaw to finish with her task of checking on the elders of the clan. The round faced warrior made a mental note to check in on Gorsetail sometime in the near future. Though, just because she told herself that didn't mean she'd remember in about five minutes.
Her mind was always drifting.
Wide blue pools contracted both wide and narrow as the mostly cream she-cat tilted her head back to look at the sun filtering through the healthy tree branches covered in far spread leaves. A laxidasical purr rose within her chest as she tilted her head, absentmindedly enjoying the quiet around aside from the occasional chatter from a bird or a squirrel.
Movement caught the laid-back molly's attention as Minktoes dropped her round face back down to bring the capture the pretty calico within those watery pools. Elation rose upon the older feline's face as she happily bounced over towards the apprentice she had just snagged away from her ever cocky brother, Otterbite.
"Ready? Race you to the branches!" Minktoes rasped in her soft tone before giving a little hop as if she had so much energy she could hardly contain it.
Without much warning except a flicker of her thick tail, the brown masked molly took off with leafs fluttering in place as her chunky paws threw them up into the air behind her. At first she wasn't but traveling at a comfortable gait before she started gaining speed.
She could feel her muscles rippling under her thick pelt, though they could hardly be seen beneath the mixture of cream and dark brown coloration. Bunching up her legs beneath her, Minktoes spang forwards with her toes spread and claws outstretched for ultimate grippage. It seemed but seconds before the warrioress was secure against the bark of a tree, clambering up to a branch with ease.
Full of excitement and delight to be once again in the protective camoflauge of the trees and their waving leaves, Minktoes scaled along the thick branch beneath her at a fairly quick pace as her tail streamed out behind her for additional balance.
She was a Treeclanner, so Minktoes was automatically comfortable within the heights of her clan's namesake. However, she was also an extremely gifted climber and treer, one of the best in the clan though she probably had no idea that that was the truth. She just enjoyed being up there, having fun.
Extra claws extended from her chunky front paws, Minktoes leaped from one tree to another while keeping her balance perfectly. Sides heaved with heavy breaths, but it didn't seem to stop her, nor affect that wide grin she had perched upon her masked muzzle. "It feels go to stretch my paws." She purred softly, turning her wide gaze to where Robinpaw was following, her calico colors spotting among the green leafage.
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Post by โ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ on Apr 30, 2020 16:33:57 GMT -5
Minktoes barely gave her the chance to breathe as she announced that they would have a race, disappearing out of sight and out into the forest beyond. Robinpaw blinked at the spot where the chocolate point feline had been standing a moment before, taking a few heartbeats to comprehend what had happened. In a flash, she was hurtling out through the came entrance and into the territory, following the blur of fur that was Minktoes. "Hey!" She called, scrabbling haphazardly over wood roots and undergrowth. "Slow down!"
Her clanmate disappeared ahead of her up the trunk of a tree, nearly identical to the squirrels Robinpaw had caught so many moons ago. Robinpaw hesitated. She wasn't exactly experienced in climbing, Finchcloud had never focused too heavily on the art of leaping branch to branch. She skidded to a halt at the base of the trunk, staring up at the energetic warrior. Her green eyes hardened with determination, and she latched her claws into the bark, shimmying her way up into the tree. By the time she hauled herself up next to her, she was already tired out. "How do you climb so well?" She blurted out in amazement. It had taken her much longer to haul herself up into the branches than it had Minktoes.
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GorgeClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on May 2, 2020 1:58:58 GMT -5
Minktoes The way that she dances,
ain't afraid to take chances She didn't mean to race off and leave her fellow molly trailing after like a lost kit. The mostly cream she-cat could be a bit absent minded, and often forgot that not all the cats of Treeclan could scale trees and leap like a squirrel through the thick branches like she could. Or similarly, like Feathercloud could, as the queen was another experienced climber.
Robinpaw's calls halted the speedy movement of the warrioress as she dug her claws, including those on her extra toes, into the branch she was currently perched to both balance her and stop her from moving forwards.
Swiveling her head, that round face filled with wide and readable blue pools quickly landed on where the calico she-cat was struggling to heave herself onto a leveled spot rather than hanging from the trunk. Though the image of it caused a small wriggle of amusement from the older molly's whiskers.
It almost reminded Minktoes of when she had caught the similar colored apprentice from Lightningclan, Briarpaw, attempting to climb her way into a tree though her paws were born and bred for racing across the openness of the wide moorlands.
"Sorry Robinpaw." Minktoes rasped in an honest appologetic tone as the brown faced feline slipped back down towards the tree that her clanmate had managed to balance herself on. "I forget not everyone is as quick in the trees." It had been a lesson hard learned as her mentor had been less of a flying warrior and more of a ground warrior like many others inside the clan.
A soft purr rose within the cream colored chest of the warrioress as she finally found a branch crossing over the one Robinpaw currently had her claws sunk deeply into. Lowering her haunches, the pretty brown point she-cat sat down with balance learned over moons of training and practicing. That thick tail of hers laid out behind her, flat against the branch beneath her to aid her abilities.
"I love being in the trees, more than being on the ground anyways." If Minktoes had it her way, she'd even have a nest high in the protective leaves and twigs of a familiar oak. They were Treeclan after all, and it wasn't like the brown faced feline was the only one fond of being up there at all times.
"My toes help me keep grip, especially when i'm leaping like a squirrel. That's what Graywing used to call me during out training sessions." Whiskers wriggled once more as Minktoes continued, though this time she lifted one of those chunky brown paws to show her fellow molly the extra toes upon her front feet.
It was a unique thing, though Weaselnose also had extra toes but he was hardly in the trees the way his twin sister happened to be.
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Post by โ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ on Jul 11, 2020 12:05:56 GMT -5
"Sorry, Robinpaw. I forget not everyone is quick in the trees." Despite her amusement at Robinpaw's struggles, Minktoes looked sincere. The calico dipped her head in acknowledgement. "Don't worry, it's not your fault I'm too slow." She assured Minktoes graciously and respectfully. As youthful and scatterbrained as she noticed Minktoes tended to be, Robinpaw couldn't help but admire her skill and confidence. At the end of the day, Minktoes was still a warrior while Robinpaw was an apprentice, and that in itself placed the seal point warrior in a place deserving of respect.
Robinpaw blinked in astonishment at the pure ease with which Minktoes moved over the wood towards her. It looked as if she were hardly trying at all as she sat down comfortably on the branch. The wood bobbed slightly with the movement. "I love being in the trees, more than being on the ground anyways." Minktoes told her, and Robinpaw glanced nervously down through the branches towards the forest floor, which seemed an eternity away. She had no idea how a cat could be so comfortable so high up above the ground, with an unstable surface beneath her paws. "I suppose we are supposed to be called TreeClan." Robinpaw meowed, trying to ease the prick of anxiety as she threw her red and black tail out behind her to try and keep her balanced on the slender bough.
"My toes help me keep grip, especially when I'm leaping like a squirrel. That's what Greywing used to call me during our training sessions." Robinpaw nodded. That answered her question, then. She peered down at those extra toes, intrigued. It certainly made her special. Minktoes kindly offered her paw for Robinpaw to see clearly. She couldn't help but wonder why StarClan hadn't given all cats extra toes. Wouldn't it be better if all of TreeClan could properly make use of the trees in their territory?
"Was Greywing your mentor?" She guessed, infinitely curious. Robinpaw wondered what it was like to be a mentor, to have the responsibility of a young cat's training on your paws. "Have you ever had an apprentice, Minktoes?" She asked, green eyes flicking briefly towards the branch as though she felt she had to check to make sure it was still there.
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