Open Territory WC til i reach the higher ground // moor runner race!

[Ripplemist]

RIPPLEMIST
HE/HIM
42 MOONS
WINDCLAN MOOR-RUNNER
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | SPRIGHTLY | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

The earth was drier now, with fewer puddles of sucking mud to trip up the moor runners as they traversed the territory. Everyone had been, rightfully, focusing on rebuilding the camp, but that meant most of them hadn't gotten a proper stretch of their legs in some time.

Time for a little fun, Ripplemist thought, gathering several other moor runners and padding out to the sleeping monster's resting form.

"Alright, everyone!" he mewed loudly, letting his voice carry. "We're gonna have a little race, alright? Followed up by a relaxing soak in our destination." He motioned towards the hot springs - a good distance away for a nice race, but not so far as to exhaust WindClan's cats. "Winner gets first pick of freshkill amongst us when we get back!" His crooked grin swept over the other assembled cats.

"Now, lets all line up, nice and orderly! That's it, very good!" Ripplemist took his spot in the ranks, wriggling into a running stance.

"On your marks... get set... go!" Without another word, the moor-runner took off, racing over the grasses.

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OOC:
Hello! In order to keep the race fair, I'm going to have us do a little bit of rolling!
For the first stretch of the race, everyone can roll a d10 - that determines your "place" at the halfway point [higher numbers being further ahead]. After about a week, I'll come back to the thread to start the "second wind" - at that point, everyone will roll a d20 and add it to their previous result! The character with the highest number after everyone has calculated their totals will be the winner, and then we can all enjoy a little dip in the hot springs before heading back to camp for a meal.
To make things fair but realistic, cats with grandiose and sprightly may add a 1 to their rolls, marking their above average size and speed. Feel free to be creative in determining why your character has ended up in the place they're at when you roll!
Ripplemist has rolled a 6, putting him [theoretically] in the middle of the pack!

 

[Jaymoon]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Jaypaw ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☽⋆⁺₊⋆-

Jaypaw was still an apprentice, yet his legs were longer than a lot of his clanmates' already; and soon he would be a warrior anyway. And so he had decided to join the race Ripplemist had suggested.

Being back at the location of the dead monster, where him and Dimmingsun sheltered with the rest of their temporary camp, brought back some unpleasant memories. Thinking about it brought no good to anyone, though the apprentice couldn't help but shudder at the sight. He could see the spot him and Rubblekit lay pressed against Merrystalk's form, their pelts shivering and paws numb, rain thudding against their forms. He recognised where Cricketpaw and Dimmingsun exchanged some salvaged herbs, where Clayspots and Comettail joined them. He recognised the spot Harefoot skidded through to get to his mate's side, fearing the worst.

For a moment, Jaypaw just stood there, frozen, looking at the sight. Then, slowly, Ripplemist's words finally registered in his ears and he was brought back into reality, back into now.

The tall apprentice lined up with everyone else and at Ripplemist's signal, took off, leaving the past where it belonged and running free, with no memories to weight him down.

OOC: Rolled a 5! He's a little out of it because of the location​

 

[Pebblestep]

Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die

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Pebblestep trailed behind the others at a steady, muted pace. His expression remained carved in stone, eyes sharp, weighing every cat gathered with WindClan. They lingered a moment on Jaypaw, unreadable, before he exhaled a low sigh and turned his attention forward. Ripplemist's call brought him to a halt. A race? His ears dipped, a crease forming between his brows. The word didn't quite reach him, didn't make sense in the wake of everything. But he sat, tail curling close, listening as best he could. His gaze stretched out over the plains... Rolling, endless, familiar and yet changed. He'd missed the flood. Maybe that was lucky. He had no idea what he would've done if he had been here to witness it.

His jaw tightened. His stare lingered too long on the horizon. And then shapes blurred past him. He jerked upright, he hadn't even heard the call to begin. Pebblestep stumbled once as he sprang forward, paws beating against the earth. Long legs stretched into their stride, muscles burning and wind ripping through his fur. A sharp chill stung his eyes, tears gathering without his permission, forcing his vision to narrow to a squint.

He pushed harder. The sound of others faded behind the rush of his pulse. Names, worries, memories... All were stripped away by speed. All that remained was the thunder of his paws against the moor and the cold breath of freedom clawing at his chest. For a heartbeat, he wasn't grieving, wasn't broken, wasn't lost.

He was simply running.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

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Pebble rolled a d10 and got a 3 [ 4 in total with the +1 ]

 

[Melonpaw. Melonpaw.]

LIVING LIKE A RIOT

SETTING OFF THE SIRENS

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melonpaw & 09 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they/it & windclan apprentice

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─ ─ Another day, another patrol. At least, that's what Melonpaw expects as they wander. Chores are tedious, and training only holds their attention sometimes. Instead, one of the warriors offers a tempting idea, and he grins, wide and bright. "

YEAH~!

" Melonpaw loves racing - the thrill of the run, of adrenaline pumping in her veins... and, of course, the thrill of winning. He's always loved to show off after all - and as high energy and excitable as they are, he's seemingly always ready to go go go. Ginger molly rocks on their paws as Ripplemist chatters away - going over boring things like rules, and all that. She'd rather take off running right then and there, but she supposes she ought to at least give the rest a fighting chance.

Teeth flash in a sly grin as he places himself beside Jaypaw - nudging his shoulder against his with a challenging smirk. "

Bet'cha I win.

" they tease, ever so playfully. They aren't that serious... maybe. She really would hate to lose, if nothing else. Still, the ginger molly takes her place - paws carefully poised, body streamline - each muscled coiled tense and taught, ready to take off. It's no different then running down a rabbit or hare. Windclan is built for speed, and Melonpaw is no exception. ' On your marks... get set... go!'

And with that, she's off.

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speech

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( Ain't got time for dyin' - I'm too busy thrivin' )

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MELONPAW ​

★ a chaotic force, Melonpaw is a typically rebellious teenager. seemingly allergic to being told what to do, while not necessarily the most irresponsible of cats, they seem to do far better being allowed to follow their own whims then being bossed around. generally cheerful and friendly, their antics seem to be well-menaing... even if they can be a bit to much at times.

─ mentored by NPC

─ somewhat easy in battle (inexperienced)
─ all opinions IC
─ penned by Kitty-Kat-

// rolled a 10 (roll can be viewed in #kittens-kaboodles)

 

[Ripplemist]

RIPPLEMIST
HE/HIM
42 MOONS
WINDCLAN MOOR-RUNNER
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | SPRIGHTLY | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Ripplemist yowled gleefully into the wind as he raced alongside his fellow Clanmates - these younger cats were sure giving him a run for it! He tried to pick up a burst of speed after leaping over some type of prey hole, but his paws slipped in some muddy earth, slowing his momentum. He watched as the others overtook him, and despite his best efforts, he knew he wasn't going to beat these others!

"C'mon, Ripplemist," he muttered to himself, not truly frustrated but certainly embarassed. "You can't be beat by a bunch of 'paws!" He continued his run - even if he wasn't going to win, he certainly wasn't going to give up, either!

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OOC: My boy rolled a 2. Add that to his earlier 6 and he ends up with an 8, definitely not finishing in first!
Everyone may roll a d20 in the same fashion as the previous roll, adding a 1 for sprightly or grandiose, and then add it to your earlier number to determine your place at the end! When everyone's posted, I'll post once more with Ripplemist to conclude the race and the participants can all enjoy a nice time in the hot springs!

 

[Jaymoon]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Jaypaw ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☽⋆⁺₊⋆-

Jaypaw ran with the wind, letting his thoughts drift away, replaced by the thrill of running across the moor. He pushed the others from his mind, focusing only on himself and the ground beneath his paws - it was still wet and muddy in places, but the young tom kept his balance as he ran. Running seemed to have been the only time he could truly let go of the bad memories and just...enjoy himself.

He didn't run as fast as he would have liked, his injuries still making it difficult to do so, but despite it all, he gave it his best.

At the finish line, Jaypaw closed his eyes for a few moments to catch his breath, before turning to his fellow racers. "Good job, everyone." he smiled. "And thank you, Ripplemist. I needed that."

OOC: Rolled a 13 which makes total 18! ​