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Played By: Siren
Custom Title: my smiles are plated gold
Joined: 25-June 17
Last Seen: Oct 8 2017, 11:39 AM
Local Time: Feb 21 2018, 04:12 PM
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Oct 2 2017, 06:44 PM
Ugh. Blackmist, Nightmist, or whatever his name was was a pain in the ass. Rosepaw's tail curled as she trudged down the trail leading to the Barn. Hopefully some kittypet would be foolish enough to approach the lovely tabby. Rosepaw hummed through the juicy squrriel, making a lovely tune and winking at a couple of toms sitting on a nearby fence. @Bug
Sep 28 2017, 09:24 PM
Everything had gone so smoothly when Rosepaw had returned. No cat had questioned her or her loyalties and had invited her back into Skyclan without much of a second thought.. Those who were not so easily swayed saw a stumbling, blushing apprentice who was too eager to please.She only had to bat her eyes and 'trip' into a couple of warriors before being able to go back under the radar.
The tabby had prepared a mouse earlier that day that was discreetly placed in a bush. Rosepaw had crushed up some foxglove seeds and stuffed the poor mouse with the small chunks. Big enough to do what they needed, but small enough to not be detected by the unobserving eye. Rosepaw had rolled the vermin in flowers to hide any unwanted smells and then rolled herself in the same flowers, hoping that anycat who smelled her would just think she smelled wonderful.
With the rodent tucked away, Rosepaw roamed the camp until "accidentally" bumping into the medicine cats den while supposedly catching a butterfly.
Sep 19 2017, 08:15 PM
Rosepaw had been missing-- or more like absent. She had gone to train with the rogues for awhile. Some old tom had taught her the basics of poisons. He was a raggedy old thing-- worn out beyond his own use. He had forgotten what he had taught her the day before more often than not, leading the most basic of berries and seeds to be drilled into her mind like some song. Even so, he proved himself useful, as the tabby had gotten more out of him than she ever would've anycat in Skyclan.
Delicate and soft paws trod up the incline to where Skyclans nearest boarder lay. Even if she was a member, they might not like her marching into the camp until they knew she was back. Rosepaw had come up with a sobstory on the way back, and knew how to fake tears well enough that it wouldn't be a task to convince those who pried.
The lady-like she-cat had gone under another name when training, haven chosen a name that was fitting for her future line of work yet fragile enough that it didn't scare anyone away. Parsleyspot, if she had remembered correctly. Spotted parsley was another name for a type of hemlock apparently. Rosepaw had played the role of a young clan medicine cat cask away for loving another, and had lost her children to famine. The rogues had gobbled it up and hardly pressed when she wanted to learn more so she could seek revenge. It had been effortless.
Almost too easy.
No matter, as Rosepaw cast those thoughts away, her faux loving doe eyes swept the area in wonderment. How much had changed?
Aug 9 2017, 12:01 PM
Thunder rumbled in the distance, causing the kits head to snap up from her spot in the sun. She wasn't too far from camp, but far enough that she felt comfortable exposing her pure white stomach. Rosekit eyed that dark and threatening clouds in the distance as she got to her paws, not wanting to be caught out in a storm and have her lovely fur drenched. It took forever to clean and she had hairballed already today because of how well she groomed the thick pelt. Gray pads took her back to camp in no time at all, tiny droplets falling from the heavens.
Moon sized doe eyes traveled around the camp that was moving the prey into a more sheltered area and cats ducking inside their respective dens. Her eyes landed on a particularly rowdy bunch of kits that she knew would track mud into the nursery. The Maine coon wrinkled her nose at the thought of mud clinging to her fur by the end of the ordeal and decided to find somewhere else to take shelter in.
Settling on a small over hang no larger than three cats, Rosekit plopped down on the dry stone just as the rain came pouring down. Just in time
. The kit thought, sparing a glance at the poor souls who hurried to get under cover and were caught out in the storm.@wayfarer
Aug 9 2017, 11:48 AM
The final moon was taking forever to complete to Rosekit. Three more days and she'd finally be an apprentice. It was a dream come true! The tabby kit was tucked neatly away in the corner of camp, her tail curling over her paws to seem as lady-like as possible. Sprawled out sun bathing would require her to be alone-- and the bustle of camp was most certainly not alone. Still, she enjoyed the beating sun and the breeze that came along with it. Leaf fall was nearly there, the child could smell it.
A low purr rumbled in her throat at the warmth seeping into her thick fur and the loud but hardly audible chatter of the clan. Bits and pieces of talk were picked up, but nothing of any interest. Some elder had gotten ticks again and another cat brought back a fat hare. It was as if these cats gods had given them a break, to which Rosekit was thankful for. No cat was appeared to be missing, bellies were full, and all was well. It was rather boring but she was thankful nonetheless.