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Welcome to ModAkila's Warriors roleplay blog for GLClans! Feel free to direct yourself through my About and Character page. Any information concerning myself and roleplay extensions can be found there. I like to keep an open book policy with most people and love to plot. So, If you need to get a hold of me drop an ask at any time. If you are interested in commissions there is a price list at the bottom of my fanart page. I can answer quotes privately via FA note or Tumblr ask.

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!Human FrozenxRaven

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Alarm swept through her like a bird over the billowy horizon. Elsa blushed faintly, the light pinkish color dusting her pale cheeks a warmer color than the rest of her features and dress might otherwise suggest. “Yes, well. I do like to keep a general theme to my wardrobe. Blue isn’t always in season you know.” Though humor and embarrassment were in her tone an inward part thought maybe that sounded a little too curt for polite company… If that was in fact what this was. Elsa busied herself and her thought digging through her purse in search of records from the nights adventure. Sifting through the papers she soon found the first point of interest. “Yes- Okay here… Best Western..” A fine place to take a lady, very classy. “Las… Vegas…” The next point hung in the air for a moment, only affirming her first train of thought further. “Total nights booked.. Five.” Still hung up on the location Elsa sat the papers beside her, between the two women. How could she have gotten there? She had never been much of a gambler. The occasional race aside it wasn’t the sort of thing her family would fancy to know of her. Vegas of all places, and now… wed? No… Maybe not. Certain her card information would be blocked out on any important documents excluding the last four digits, Elsa pushed the rest of her paper collection in the direction of her lovely companion. “Please… Could you look through these for a moment. I think im getting a migraine.” This was an unusual amount of trust for Elsa to place in what she presumed was a down right stranger. Still, whatever trouble the two of them had gotten into the night before she would probably want to see for herself at some point anyway.

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Raven giggled lightly, placing her fingertips over her lips. She supposed the woman was right. Of course she didn’t know any of that certain struggle, black was always in season. She watched as the girl took the papers in her hands and shuffled through them. Five days? Did she have the money for that? She supposed the girl sitting next to her had the money for that.

She nodded and took the papers, not really knowing what to look for. As she flipped through them her mind began to wander. Where were the people she was with last night? Did they find their own hotel to stay at or did they just go home without her? Where did her clothes even go? Her mind swirled and her head pounded. She must have gotten drunk the night before. So how did she get here?

She looked up from the papers, glancing around the room one more time. “Um.. I’m sorry I don’t really know your name..” She muttered. “But what exactly am I looking for? I’m really sorry but your guess is as good as mine as to how we got into this..”

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Elsa had her sneaking suspicions what had happened between the two of them but she was far to embarrassed and befuddled to verbally bring those things to light. It took her a whole forty seconds of silence after Raven had completed her own bit before the blonde managed to burst free from a chaotic and clouded mind.  Sighing heavily, she leaned over Raven’s shoulder, snowy locks draping over her skin while Elsa’s previously absent hand pressed down onto the pages, partially folding them to expose the information back to herself. “Anything will do... Ive already looked through the booking papers but..” She feared the sheer quantity of information within their hands was far more than required of a hotel booking, lengthy or otherwise. “Perhaps there is something pertinent to you... oh, uhm.” She withdrew herself again, coughing a small apology into her hand. “Pardon me, I haven't gotten your name either, my own is Elsa.” 

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!Human FrozenxRaven

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Alarm swept through her like a bird over the billowy horizon. Elsa blushed faintly, the light pinkish color dusting her pale cheeks a warmer color than the rest of her features and dress might otherwise suggest. “Yes, well. I do like to keep a general theme to my wardrobe. Blue isn’t always in season you know.” Though humor and embarrassment were in her tone an inward part thought maybe that sounded a little too curt for polite company... If that was in fact what this was. Elsa busied herself and her thought digging through her purse in search of records from the nights adventure. Sifting through the papers she soon found the first point of interest. “Yes- Okay here... Best Western..” A fine place to take a lady, very classy. “Las... Vegas...” The next point hung in the air for a moment, only affirming her first train of thought further. “Total nights booked.. Five.” Still hung up on the location Elsa sat the papers beside her, between the two women. How could she have gotten there? She had never been much of a gambler. The occasional race aside it wasn’t the sort of thing her family would fancy to know of her. Vegas of all places, and now... wed? No... Maybe not. Certain her card information would be blocked out on any important documents excluding the last four digits, Elsa pushed the rest of her paper collection in the direction of her lovely companion. “Please... Could you look through these for a moment. I think im getting a migraine.” This was an unusual amount of trust for Elsa to place in what she presumed was a down right stranger. Still, whatever trouble the two of them had gotten into the night before she would probably want to see for herself at some point anyway.

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!Human FrozenxRaven

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It was something she couldn’t have missed. Far too awake now to claim ignorance or ignore the obvious she definitely had spotted the second ring. But it was silver, right? That couldn’t have been what she thought it was and even if it was the improper color would invalidate everything right? Right? The sinking feeling in her stomach was beginning to tell her otherwise. Elsa breathed shortly, clenching her eyes together partially in frustration while the other portion hoped that once they had been opened everything in the strangely welcoming hotel room would vanish. The bed, the girl, the sheets- damn why wasn’t she at home in her own sheets? When her eyes opened nothing had changed. She exhaled and rubbed her temples shortly before remembering the ring and then shifting uncomfortably in a failed attempt to hide it again.  She had to get up, move around, maybe working her limbs would pump some fresh blood into the slowly melting sections of her brain. Taking another glance at the other woman, still tucked in she couldn’t help but to smile, if only for her benefit that Elsa would do something to figure this out and remedy whatever issue she had gotten the two of them into.  “I guess it might help if we knew how soon we needed to be out of here...” It was not uncommon these days for Elsa to pick up and wander off for days at a time. Often these were well planned trips with weeks of preparation behind their event. Although, it wouldn’t be the first time a drunken, and more likely depressed impulse brought her to one of the farther corners of the country. Waking up with a stranger in her bed though? That was a Katy Perry song she hadn’t experienced before. Elsa glanced around the room, it didn't take long to spot the purse on the nightstand beside her. Eager to resolve this first query, her pale form slipped partway from the covers, exposing a bare back and partial rear covered with nothing more than the laced bits of strap and fabric she had for her undergarments. Only once she had her hand on the purse did she realize and recoil, quickly covering her shame (The lower bit at least) and plopping her purse down onto a well concealed lap. It was over, it was okay... Maybe she hadn’t seen the Christmas snowman pattern and everything would be alright.

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!Human FrozenxRaven

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For awhile, she stared. It was hard not to get caught up in the face across from hers. Dreamy inclinations of a half dazed mind ordered her to touch the face, touch it all over with both her hands and lips. The more rational side of Elsa’s being held better command on her literal form and demanded she abscond with intense speed and passion. Inbetween these two trains of thought she jolted backwards, just an inch- causing her to somewhat jostle the bed and send several locks of pale blonde hair scattering over her face. She made a high pitched noise somewhere in the back of her throat and immediately felt embarrassed about everything that had occurred between her regaining consciousness and then. One, two, her skull pulsated, a slow throbbing pain echoing through otherwise barren halls of knowledge. Well, at least she knew what had gotten herself into this predicament. Now it was a matter of getting out. Her second hand rose up to brush away the untamed tangle of hair, once more getting a chance to look at the woman before her. Despite being awestruck she was in little capability to pause and describe her various raven features; for as her hand slid down, moving its way from her skull, she caught a glimmer of gold and winced before hiding the hand back beneath her covers, nervously using her right hand to twist the invading metal around her now heavy digit.  “S-so... I don’t suppose you recall anything at all that led up to now?”

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!Human FrozenxRaven

Elsa stretched out, grasping her sheets for added support. She had an unfortunate habit of starting each evening still as a stone but would wake to find her bed in shambles. Sheets on the floor, pillows eskew, once or twice she had managed to some how fling her favorite plush blanket over one of the blades to her ceiling fan. Today however, shambles or otherwise- there was something unusual about the empty silken sheets she was rubbing her bare legs against under the covers. To start, the sheets were not silk, nor the faux variety Elsa often used in replacement while her favorite (Albiet very expensive) sheets were in the wash. She smoothed long fingers over several times testing the thread count and friction beneath soft padded prints.  The second, and probably more important factor was that these sheets were definitely not empty. While tracing delicate hands over the wrinkled bedding her fingertips came in contact with something warm, something whole. Elsa’s eyes snapped open and it took everything inside of her not to yelp out in surprise. @corvuswarriors

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These babes are adorable. Clueless siblings standing up against proper cat genetics.

Taipanfang = corvuswarriors Coralstrike = Dovasteg (me)

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whos riel??? i just wanted to tell you that none of your pages worked. i found this place looking through tags. one of your characters has the same name as mine and i was curious

Ah, you have my apologies. (If you are who you claim to be) Our group is in the midst of creation and we have been dealing with an inconvenient pest since its formal creation. The coincidence that you messaged me this anonymously during the same time a friend of mine was attacked (and my pages not being complete at the same time) was startling to say the least.So please excuse my unwelcoming behavior, feel free to contact me any time you like- the blog is still a WIP but I am available both here and at my main queenhyena

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none of your pages are working

I am well aware, Riel. That is because I haven’t edited them yet. You see, renaming the location of where you intend to put something does not automatically insert a hyperlink into the proper location. Thank you though for your brilliant insight on the matter.

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Learning Gingerly

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“Patrol, Battle practice” She nodded, verbally stating the short list to herself to better retain what had been told to her. Being freshly woken from a pleasant dream always put a confusing stir on the new world she found herself in each day. There were times she still felt disturbed not waking up in the Snowclan camp. Others, just unsure what to make of their current unfamiliar home.

Shaking her head of these thoughts, Coralpaw took a quick moment to groom her fur flat, rasping her tongue over the glowing red fur to place it in presentable order- Just as she had been told and taught again and again by the older cats in her clan. A good grooming was soothing during these troubling times... She would definitely attest to that. “Do you know who we will be joining yet?” She watched with great scrutiny as her mother and Maplepaw left camp without them, relieved to know at least one candidate would be off the list.

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This time when Shadowpaw showed her the move, she took a risk and looked at his paw instead of just him. She had done it before and he had gotten mad at her for it but at this point he was already angry. She had to watch so much now, much more than she normally did at the old camp and once she started getting used to things, they moved again and she’d have to start all over.

“Alright..” She said with unease as she tried to copy his move. She picked up a small chuck of dirt and it didn’t get very far, but it was better than last time. “I did a little better!” She exclaimed hopefully, looking straight at Shadowpaw. Perhaps now he wouldn’t be too mad with her.

Crowflower looked over when her new clanmate did. Shadowpaw didn’t seem to understand patience. He was going to work that poor cat to the bone. She sighed. Their relationship reminded her so much of her old one. Their “friendship” wasn’t built on trust and love it was built on fear and dominance. She longed to tell the two something, a warning of some sort but she knew they wouldn’t listen.

“He’s a thick one.. His old mentor taught him so much about hatred, like being feared was the only thing that really mattered in a warrior and i hope I can undo that..” She murmured, so he wouldn’t hear. “He needs to learn kindness and love and patience. I can only hope that he’ll listen.”

Though she knew he wouldn’t understand until he was a bit older or the she-cat left him, she would still try.

Though not necessarily pleased, Shadowpaw was temporarily sated with an increase in progress. His compliments came seldom though when they did never with an edge of sarcasm or patronizing remark.

“Better.” The soot colored tom purred heartily, bending to carefully observe the torn tendrils of grass and missing sod. “Its sort of hard on your wrist if you do it too hard too much. Probably best to work up a little strength before you hit too hard!” Gorsewind had taught him early on that power was just as important as wit in a battle- there was no sense in Sweetlily hurting herself over some practice strikes when there were so many actual dangers now in the world to face. “If you start getting sore we could try another move... Maybe one you already know?” Never hurt to refresh ones memory and Shadowpaw was certain his frustration would subside if he saw the molly perform something with more deftness than she had been displaying.

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“I know the type.” Owlbreath grumbled, casting his gaze past Crowflowers shoulder to watch the similar sight of Cinderclaw baiting Coldrain and Pipeglint into an argument. “I might go grab a bite, ill save you a bit of that Rabbit Sunblaze and Redflower brought back from patrol today.” The graying tom gestured to their temporary fresh kill pile, formally excusing himself and freeing up Crowflower to tend to some more important matters. “Maybe you can show Dark- er, Shadow? Shadowpaw how to treat a young lady.” Owlbreath chortled.

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sunshinelakewarriors

(This is hella spontaneous and im just in a writing mood now. No need to reply if you aren’t feeling it)

This had been their fourth camp in a moon. The soft meadow grass made a refreshingly soft makeshift nest in place of the cliff ledges and trees they had sought shelter in before. Still, there was something unnerving about being so out in the open when Coralpaw had spent all of her life curled between brambles and nested against rocks. She had not been sleeping well. Hopefully soon the Hillclan medicinecat would know where they were off to next. Light begun to creep over the torbies ginger and white pelt. She blinked several times to adjust to the sun’s blinding gold rays before locking on a figure several fox lengths ahead of her. It was Sunblaze

Of course

Her mentor had a way about him that she found both endearing and infuriating. Though perhaps that was more her aversion to training than actually spending time with the ginger tom. He was kind, safe, a pretty good teacher. All things said Coralpaw didn’t really have any complaints about Sunblaze overall. When the majority of Snowclan had decided to follow Hillclan away from their destroyed mountain home, both clans had been put in a tedious position. They were without a leader- and no leader quickly meant several things to many cats. Number one, judging by the competition among young warriors- there was a very desirable opening to be filled. Number two, there were a number of cats who would soon be in need of mentors and no cat to assign them one.

The process of picking out a mentor for each of the young cats had been challenging. Some warriors felt naturally inclined to certain apprentices- they would offer their teaching to a young cat and more often than not, they would accept. Not in Coralpaws case. After learning it was an unwritten rule of sorts to not let family teach family- She quickly ran out of options on just who she actually wanted. Dragonstep was her first choice, and then her aunt Frozenfur the second.  After much insistence by her mother, Redflower. A fitting cat was finally selected to be Sunblaze.  She supposed it could have been worse. Cinderclaw had been just as keen on getting an apprentice, as most were to avoiding him becoming their mentor. Thankfully no one had been put through that torture. Coralpaw had been making decent progress. Sunblaze was very attentive with her training, finding reasons for the two of them to go on extra patrols and hunting parties whenever possible. It had sharpened the young shecats senses and given her some brilliant hunting skills- a beginner though she may be. So despite anything, she couldn’t help but smile as Maplepaw ran from his fathers side to Redflowers, touching noses briefly with her mother before they headed out on their own training expedition and leaving Coralpaw free to greet her mentor in the early morning light. “Goodmoh-moh mohrning, Sunblaze.” She managed through a yawn. Shaking her pelt out to fluff it and eliminate any stubborn dewdrops from her white whiskers. “What do we have planned for today?”

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Exploration

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From a young age Shadowpaw made easy habit in sneaking out from under his mothers nose. The first of his own adventures widely to place in sneaking around the Snowclan camp. Testing boundaries, getting a feel for his environment. Soon enough though, he picked up on the unwritten ques that his own clanmates weren’t even aware of. Frozenfur, for example- had a dangerously bad compulsion to flatten the bushy fur down on her chest every few minutes or so. He imagined it was hard to maintain her pelt- that maybe these actions calmed her nerves during particularly tense vigils. Whether either of those reasoning's were fact was irrelevant. It left Shadowpaw with plenty of time to sneak right on by the icy furred molly, padding by with his tail erect and ears perked forward and a strut of confidence. Unfortunately, his timing was a bit off this time around. A low growl erupted from the usually soft tone of Frozenfur’s voice.  “Where do you think you are going at this hour?” She demanded, just loud enough to get his attention but not draw Lionstep out of his own duties or rouse any of their sleeping clanmates from a well earned nights rest after the long trail of pawprints that lay behind them. Shadowpaw froze, horrified and dumbfounded with his own blunder, but not without a response, and a convincing one at that. “You scared me half to Starclan!” He hissed, ears flattening while the tom pretended to catch his breath. Shadowpaw pressed his eyes shut, feigning a moment of composure before he was able to look at Frozenfur again. “I’m just going to make dirt- Crowflower told me before bed that if I had too it should be far away from anyone else.” At the mention of her mates mother, Frozenfur hesitated her accusations. She glanced back over her shoulder as if expecting the dark molly to be sitting there with some form of proof. Alas, there was only darkness. She turned back to Shadowpaw giving him a short nod before waving the tom on with her tail. “Just be careful. Don’t be afraid of waking anyone up if you spot trouble.” “Of course” He purred, smiling warmly in the shecats direction. When Frozenfur seemed satisfied to turn her gaze off of him and back to work, he walked off and straight for a line of scraggly shrubbery. At last, he was free to adventure.

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It had been all morning Shadowpaw had been trying to show her this “move” and quite honestly she didn’t think it was worth the trouble. She’d never say that to Shadowpaw’s face though; he’d have her tail. She’d watch him whenever he did it but his paw was always out of her line of sight.

After what seemed like her thousandth try at this, shadow finally turned to her.

Sweetlilly was taken aback when he mentioned her blindness. “I.. I… um…” She sputtered, not sure how to form words, before she was cut off. Her ears flattened against her head as she gave him a look of pure terror. He’d gotten mad at her before like this and it did not end well. “I… I’m sorry.” She finally stuttered. “I.. I won’t fail again..”

“Thats the spirit..” He muttered, some of that formidable frustration ease away with her reassurance. Sweetlily had a way of making him smile even after she wore the tom down to his last nerve. Few other cats had ever a way of doing that, those who had- well. There was a reason Shadowpaw was so keen on assuring that Sweet knew how to battle. The task of teaching her was an uphill battle. She knew her way around the forest back home in the mountains. Calm and in tune with every twig and leaf even after the worst of storms had blown more down along their usual trails. All of this was different though. They had never faced true threat in his time of knowing Sweetlily, and he doubted she ever had in her life. The clan they found themselves in now liked to tell stories about the many dangers they had faced in a lifetime of travels and while Shadowpaw was certain that Cinderclaw just liked to hear himself talk most of the time... The other Hillclan warriors had spoken without any hint of deceit in their voices. If his clan was going to survive, every cat needed to be at the top of their game. Shadowpaw wasn’t about to let his best friend fall behind. “All you need to do-” He paused, glancing up to assure that she was paying proper attention this time. Once satisfied, he continued. “-Is curl your wrist back- make sure your claws are unsheathed- and twist down when you lash out!” The black toms voice carried well over their small makeshift camp, drawing the attention of several other cats while he emphasized his instructions. ----- Owlbreath twitched an ear, turning away from his newfound clanmate, the warm smile spread over the pale tabbies flat face quickly vanishing as he acknowledged the continuation of what was occurring behind him and Crowflower. Their conversation had begun to lull anyway, one could only exchange notes of patrols so many times before it became less of an intriguing adventure and more of a tedious chore. What better time for a change in topic. “You have your work cut out with that one.”  The older warrior nodded over his shoulder. “I don’t think I would have the patience for him.”

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"No, I told you- swish your paw like this." The blackened tom instructed, casting out his white taloned toes to swipe at the ground.  His claws raked into the dirt bringing up a sizable clod of soil and grass roots before flicking his wrist to send it flying towards a bickering pair of seasoned warriors. Owlbreath cast the apprentice a meaningful glare before turning back to his mentor Crowflower. The two fortunately seemed too preoccupied with their own conversation to interrupt his instructing Sweetlilly.

He had heard someone awhile ago whispering about the two of them, that Shadowpaw shouldn't be belittling her position anything and that he “Had a long way to go before he would be able to teach anyone anything.” Since that captured snippet of gossip, Shadowpaws irritability had only increased and little by little he was becoming more frustrated with Sweetlily’s inability to grasp the move he had just made up. “Are you blind!?” he growled at the molly’s latest failed attempt. Shadowpaw rose up onto all fours, tail lashing while he paced back and fourth, watching her head to flank. “How did you even make it to your warrior ceremony with aim like this?”