The young pale tan, marbled tom was sitting by the border; the sound of nearby water gurgling in each of his audibles. "Hello?" He called out, only to be answered by nothing.
all the right moves, in all the right places! [[niallhoran joining]]
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OOC: Your text here.
IC: The large body of Icetalon lumbered through the woods along the border as she neared the spot she saw the tan and white tom she suspected to be joining, looking down at her belly she sighed I'm not ment to be doing such things right now she lumbered over to the tom Name[fancypost bgcolor=#FFFFFF; opacity: 0.80; width: 150px; overflow: auto; height: 350px; text-align: center; font: 8px; color: yellow; padding: 20px; margin-top: 5px; border-top: 1px dashed #33A1C9; border-left: 3px dashed #3299CC; border-bottom: 1px dashed #33A1C9; border-right: 3px dashed #236B8E; border-radius: 40px;]
[i]Well, I woke up to the sound of silence
The scars were cutting like knives in a fist fight
And I found you with the bottle of wine
Your head in the curtains
And heart like the fourth of july
You swore and said,
"We are not.. we are not shining stars"
This I know
I never said we are
Though I've never been through hell like that
I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone,
Carry on
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground
Carry on
Carry on, carry on
So I met up with some friends at the edge of the night
At a bar off 75
And we talked and talked about how our parents will die
All our neighbors and wives
But I'd like to think I can cheat it all
To make up for the times I've been cheated on
And it's nice to know,
when i was left for dead,
I was found and now I don't roam the streets
I am not the ghost you want of me
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone,
Carry on
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground and
Carry on
Woah
My head is on fire
But my legs are fine
After all, they are mine
Lay your clothes down on the floor,
Close the door,
Hold the phone,
Show me how no one is ever going to stop us now
Because we are
We are shining stars
We are invincible
We are who we are
On our darkest day,
When we're miles away,
So we will come
We will find our way home
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone,
Carry on
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground and
Carry on oh on on on oh ohh oh oh oh oh oh
oh ohh oh oh oh oh oh
No one is ever going to stop us now
No one is ever going to stop us now
No one is ever going to stop us now
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~Fun., Carry on
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[font=Arial Narrow]"Annd business?" Frostkit chirped as she added on to the older she-cat's inquiry. The alabaster femme was drowsy and her fur was still short enough for her to have a stiff back sometimes at night when the wind whistled through the den. Her muscles were sore and growing from all of the battle training between he and Skyscraper, though Frostkit still appeared to be a mere small she-cat. Most cats would stereotype one another by using their size as a way of judging their rank. 'Oh, she's a kit,' they might say to her. But Frostkit always blew it off, though her name suffix was still 'kit, she didn't care what she was called. Some of her friends called her Frostkit, others merely Frost, or others called her Frosty.
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"Bless you," Raspberrypaw called out, walking up to stand somewhat near Icetalon. She didn't want to be seen with someone such as Icetalon, so as to keep up her reputation she stood a bit away from the warrior, as well as Niallhoran. He could have some icky disease, and his fur wasn't very well groomed. Eying him with mild disgust, she then added in an innocent tone, "Oh! Was that your name?" Well, she might as well subtly insult some random stranger, right? There was nothing better to do anyway. Besides, she had never heard such a strange name before. It wasn't like her beautiful one - Raspberrypaw. She would also have a much better warrior name when she was older, not something weird sounding.
"Well, what are you doing here?" the apprentice added, dropping the cute act. Yawning, she sat down and licked one of her paws, figuring that a high position would show up at any moment. They always did when there was an intruder in the territory, after all. Oh, wait, there was Frostkit, right on time, as usual.[ rushed ]
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OOC: Your text here.
IC: Icetalon didn't agree with Raspberrypaw, and it took all her will to keep from attacking the young she-cat. The queen just growled and sat down with a muffled *thump*[fancypost bgcolor=#FFFFFF; opacity: 0.80; width: 150px; overflow: auto; height: 350px; text-align: center; font: 8px; color: yellow; padding: 20px; margin-top: 5px; border-top: 1px dashed #33A1C9; border-left: 3px dashed #3299CC; border-bottom: 1px dashed #33A1C9; border-right: 3px dashed #236B8E; border-radius: 40px;]
[i]Well, I woke up to the sound of silence
The scars were cutting like knives in a fist fight
And I found you with the bottle of wine
Your head in the curtains
And heart like the fourth of july
You swore and said,
"We are not.. we are not shining stars"
This I know
I never said we are
Though I've never been through hell like that
I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone,
Carry on
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground
Carry on
Carry on, carry on
So I met up with some friends at the edge of the night
At a bar off 75
And we talked and talked about how our parents will die
All our neighbors and wives
But I'd like to think I can cheat it all
To make up for the times I've been cheated on
And it's nice to know,
when i was left for dead,
I was found and now I don't roam the streets
I am not the ghost you want of me
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone,
Carry on
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground and
Carry on
Woah
My head is on fire
But my legs are fine
After all, they are mine
Lay your clothes down on the floor,
Close the door,
Hold the phone,
Show me how no one is ever going to stop us now
Because we are
We are shining stars
We are invincible
We are who we are
On our darkest day,
When we're miles away,
So we will come
We will find our way home
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone,
Carry on
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground and
Carry on oh on on on oh ohh oh oh oh oh oh
oh ohh oh oh oh oh oh
No one is ever going to stop us now
No one is ever going to stop us now
No one is ever going to stop us now
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~Fun., Carry on
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[font=Arial Narrow]The alabaster kitten nodded, dipping her head. "Do you, um, Niallhoran, promise to pledge your loyalty to Hawkclan?" The alabaster femme hoped silently that another high position, like an Aristocrat, General, or Monarch would come and do this. It certainly wasn't a part of her job criteria.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]Blazingpaw padded silently up to the newcomer, taking a seat by Frostkit. After all, it wasn't in his position to accept another cat either.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]Tigerroar padded up, seeing as Frostkit had done all the interrogating. "Well then, Niallhoran. You are now a full member of HavwkClan."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]"Yes. I take it you are the age of one," the Aristocrat mewed, giving the tom a light smile.
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Netherkit stared at the blue-eyed feline.
"Do you need a tour around our territory? You're new, right? I'm Netherkit! Netherkit!"
Why he would repeat his name twice was a mystery.