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Honestly since no one really knows what's going on and no one knows where their characters are should we "restart" the RP? Like, not fully restart, characters that exist, even kits will still exist, all cats still have their powers, and all developed relationships will still be a thing, but like...just restart kinda from there? I think it might help us get going again and maybe develop the story further and help out those who don't really know what's going on?

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CrowDaddy said:
Honestly since no one really knows what's going on and no one knows where their characters are should we "restart" the RP? Like, not fully restart, characters that exist, even kits will still exist, all cats still have their powers, and all developed relationships will still be a thing, but like...just restart kinda from there? I think it might help us get going again and maybe develop the story further and help out those who don't really know what's going on?

@TesoroSena @Addicted To Chickens @Chicken poppy @BackroadGirl57 @Fluffy_Moth_With_Silkies @The Chick Addict @-Eridanus-
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That's a good idea, and I think it'll help us get back on track again! You wanna start?
 
Addicted To Chickens said:
That's a good idea, and I think it'll help us get back on track again! You wanna start?
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Sure 😛

Ashenwing patrolled the woods, he wasn't supposed to be on his own, especially with the scent of his sister on the air, but he couldn't find anyone else to scout for the day. Our clan is so small now, he reminisced about the past, how his clan was once a mighty clan. It will be that again eventually he promised himself.

Vix prowled the trees above her brother, she couldn't risk attacking him just yet, she needed a plan first, but she couldn't help watching him with mixed feelings. Her once beloved brother, who hurt her mum. She scoffed to herself and jumped to the next branch, catching herself easily.

Willow purred as he sat in his humans lap, dreaming of the forest.

Deerpaw slept in the medicine den, patiently awaiting the slow trickle of cats in need of herbs for their stomach aches and other mundane tasks.
 
I'm looking through my Google docs and I found a Softstep fic (unfinished) LIKE WHAT WHY DID I WRITE A ROMANCE OF ALL THINGS

Softstep was stalking through the heather, her eyes gleaming with the reflection of a fat rabbit. Pawsteps behind her, hard, untrained pawsteps. She hissed as the rabbit fled in panic. A blur of brown fur sped past her, shockingly fast. The rabbit screamed as the strange tom pounced, then fell silent.
Softstep stomped up to the tom, ready to snap.
And he turned smug blue eyes on her and said insufferably, “Oh, was this yours?”
“Yes!” Softstep snapped angrily. “You ruined my catch!”
“It’s dead, isn’t it?” asked the tom charmingly, prodding the rabbit so that its ears flopped. He looked slyly at her before asking, “Want to share it?”
Softstep glared at him. “You’re delusional. Go back to your Twolegs.”
“No, that’s okay, I’m not a house cat,” the tom said cheerfully, scratching at his frayed collar. “My housefolk – Twolegs – left me a while ago. They just tightened my collar too much, and I can’t get it off.”
“Would you like me to take it off?” Softstep offered, her boldness surprising her. “Yes, please,” the tom said, losing a little of his smugness. “Thank you,” he added, locking eyes with her. “It’s been around my neck for two moons.”
Softstep frowned. “Twolegs are awfully cruel,” she commented, before working her paw under the thick collar.
“That won’t work,” advised the tom. “You have to bite it. The Twolegs use their paws and do something on the back of my neck.”
Softstep frowned, examining the thick red band. It was red, and pliable, all the way around, except for a thicker black bit, similar to a rectangular black stone. She wedged her jaw under the collar and bit down, trying to bite through the black rock, but when her teeth touched it, something shifted.
Excitement welling in her blood, Softstep bit down harder, feeling the black rock shift. Suddenly, she heard a loud, jarring click, and the black rock slid from under her teeth. The collar fell to the ground.
Softstep examined the red band. The rock had somehow broken in half, with a little bit on both edges of the broken collar.
“Thank you,” said the tom seriously, placing his paw over hers.
“As payment,” Softstep said playfully, “I’m taking this rabbit.”
“Take it, I’ll catch another.”
“Not on our land!” Softstep laughed, turning to leave. “Nice meeting you.”
“Wait!” yelped the tom. “What’s your name?”
“Softstep,” she said bemusedly. “Now you can leave.”
“Thank you, Softstep,” the tom said, as if he was trying the name out. “My name is Eagle.”
Softstep had laughed, and ran back to camp. She had rolled in the ThunderClan border creek to wash away Eagle’s scent, and did her best to clean her prey of Eagle’s scent as well, before masking it with her own. She had gone back to the hollow, and been congratulated on her prey, and ate and slept and talked with her friends. Yet, every time she went solo hunting, or patrolling, or even for a walk…
Eagle was there. He would come out, and laugh, and chat, and they would talk, and then he would leave. It was nice, having a friend who was always there.
Then one night, after she had returned from the last sunset patrol, she spotted a flash of brown fur.
Eagle’s blue eyes blinked from over the hollow’s crest. Her heart began to pound – he couldn’t be here, not now, not in the middle of WindClan territory!
“I think I smell a mouse,” she mumbled to no one in particular before darting over the ridge. She led Eagle away from camp, closer to the ThunderClan border and the Moonpool.
“What are you doing here?” she shrieked in agitation. She’d had a whole speech planned about the dangerousness of his newest venture, but she forgot the entire thing when he looked at her.
“I wanted to see you,” Eagle whispered, pressing his paw over hers, the same way he had done on the night they had met.
Softstep’s heart melted, right then.
 
-Eridanus- said:
I'm looking through my Google docs and I found a Softstep fic (unfinished) LIKE WHAT WHY DID I WRITE A ROMANCE OF ALL THINGS

Softstep was stalking through the heather, her eyes gleaming with the reflection of a fat rabbit. Pawsteps behind her, hard, untrained pawsteps. She hissed as the rabbit fled in panic. A blur of brown fur sped past her, shockingly fast. The rabbit screamed as the strange tom pounced, then fell silent.
Softstep stomped up to the tom, ready to snap.
And he turned smug blue eyes on her and said insufferably, “Oh, was this yours?”
“Yes!” Softstep snapped angrily. “You ruined my catch!”
“It’s dead, isn’t it?” asked the tom charmingly, prodding the rabbit so that its ears flopped. He looked slyly at her before asking, “Want to share it?”
Softstep glared at him. “You’re delusional. Go back to your Twolegs.”
“No, that’s okay, I’m not a house cat,” the tom said cheerfully, scratching at his frayed collar. “My housefolk – Twolegs – left me a while ago. They just tightened my collar too much, and I can’t get it off.”
“Would you like me to take it off?” Softstep offered, her boldness surprising her. “Yes, please,” the tom said, losing a little of his smugness. “Thank you,” he added, locking eyes with her. “It’s been around my neck for two moons.”
Softstep frowned. “Twolegs are awfully cruel,” she commented, before working her paw under the thick collar.
“That won’t work,” advised the tom. “You have to bite it. The Twolegs use their paws and do something on the back of my neck.”
Softstep frowned, examining the thick red band. It was red, and pliable, all the way around, except for a thicker black bit, similar to a rectangular black stone. She wedged her jaw under the collar and bit down, trying to bite through the black rock, but when her teeth touched it, something shifted.
Excitement welling in her blood, Softstep bit down harder, feeling the black rock shift. Suddenly, she heard a loud, jarring click, and the black rock slid from under her teeth. The collar fell to the ground.
Softstep examined the red band. The rock had somehow broken in half, with a little bit on both edges of the broken collar.
“Thank you,” said the tom seriously, placing his paw over hers.
“As payment,” Softstep said playfully, “I’m taking this rabbit.”
“Take it, I’ll catch another.”
“Not on our land!” Softstep laughed, turning to leave. “Nice meeting you.”
“Wait!” yelped the tom. “What’s your name?”
“Softstep,” she said bemusedly. “Now you can leave.”
“Thank you, Softstep,” the tom said, as if he was trying the name out. “My name is Eagle.”
Softstep had laughed, and ran back to camp. She had rolled in the ThunderClan border creek to wash away Eagle’s scent, and did her best to clean her prey of Eagle’s scent as well, before masking it with her own. She had gone back to the hollow, and been congratulated on her prey, and ate and slept and talked with her friends. Yet, every time she went solo hunting, or patrolling, or even for a walk…
Eagle was there. He would come out, and laugh, and chat, and they would talk, and then he would leave. It was nice, having a friend who was always there.
Then one night, after she had returned from the last sunset patrol, she spotted a flash of brown fur.
Eagle’s blue eyes blinked from over the hollow’s crest. Her heart began to pound – he couldn’t be here, not now, not in the middle of WindClan territory!
“I think I smell a mouse,” she mumbled to no one in particular before darting over the ridge. She led Eagle away from camp, closer to the ThunderClan border and the Moonpool.
“What are you doing here?” she shrieked in agitation. She’d had a whole speech planned about the dangerousness of his newest venture, but she forgot the entire thing when he looked at her.
“I wanted to see you,” Eagle whispered, pressing his paw over hers, the same way he had done on the night they had met.
Softstep’s heart melted, right then.
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You’re really good at writing! I can see the similarities of the style Erin writes and yours, it’s really good !
 

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