ROUND ROBIN / death

TESSELLESSENCE. · Jul 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]/i'll visit sometime!!! i just feel like perhaps right now isn't a good time for me to be investing here- i just don't quite have the muse or motivation ;u; i love you guys!!

It had been a day like any other, so normal and peaceful, albeit for Tessellessence's nervous habits. Scratching and scritching, ticcing, being so careful as to where he placed his steps. But as he had become enamored in observing a pretty yellow wildflower, he'd managed to disregard something creeping behind him. It made no noise as it advanced, not even placing a paw so as to crunch on the dusty, leafy floor. And as soon as it could, the emaciated african wild dog coiled and launched out at Tess. An easy meal. He was only a kitten after all. Perhaps he could have just snapped the mca's neck- that would have been quick and painless. But the AWD, he was not a fan of quick and painless. He ripped the apprentice's throat out, standing over the body to cruelly watch Tessellessence's life drain away.

As he lay dying, of no use to RiverClan and of no use to anyone's memory, Tessellessence wondered if perhaps anyone would remember or miss him. Sure, people had been kind to him. Littlekit, Tadashi, Sealion... But he was sure that deep down inside every person here despised Tess. There were people he'd connected with, things he'd wanted to say in private. About Warblerwing and how she'd never deserved for Shrikekit to die or for any of her children to leave. She was a wonderful mother- something Tess had lacked and envied her children for. Minnowscales and her superior intellect over all else. He'd been jealous of having never been that skilled. Littlekit for her bravery. Athena for her authority. Wastedtime for his unwavering solidarity. Tess coughed, his baby blues screwing shut in agony. All the people. All the good in the world that he saw as he lay motionless with a sea of crimson pillowing his head. Blood bubbled lightly at kitten's lips as he heaved, and for the first and very last time, Tessellessence smiled.

Cassius · Jul 2nd 2016

[tracking because so much death -- inno lowkey wants to spare cassius]

Castor Hemlock · Jul 2nd 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; height: 371px; width: 470px;]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px black solid; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/Gfw0TWm.gif); background-size: 100%; background-position: center; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 10px;]
[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px black solid; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/z2kB1xg.gif); background-size: 100%; background-position: center; margin-bottom: 5px;]
[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px black solid; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/kPrxXuD.gif); background-size: 100%; background-position: down;]
[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: gold; font-size: 20pt; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: Georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: 10px;]WAVERLY TRIALS[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: maroon; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]Don't speak your mind, be a good girl baby...[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 318px; height: 264px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 318px; height: 264px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 318px; min-height: 264px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: arial]

important information

Shorty's Saloon

Waverly took control of. This bar was renamed and reopened by Waverly Trials, RiverClan's Darling. The bar is meant to have an accepting feel for everyone. Alcoholic drinks are served by mid afternoon up until about two a.m. on a typical night. Non-alcoholic drinks are offered to every member, as no one is pressured to be drinking. The saloon is meant to be a causal place where members can relax, but it is not a place to completely let loose. With Waverly in charge, there are many rules to be followed.

Saloon Rules

MENU

[color=black]The bar, or sometimes called 'Saloon' is located in the lowest level of the Steamboat RiverClan members live in. It is lit by a few dim lights that were originally in the Steamboat, so the room depends on the windows that are bolted into the steamboat and natural lighting that travels through the water to keep the room bright. The lighting typically changes with the time of day because of this.

The room itself is created to have a western feel for it, which is why it is sometimes called 'Shorty's Saloon'. It's a chance to create a change of scenery for members and allow them to relax in almost a different 'time setting'. As a lighthearted joke, there are 'Bounty Signs' of RiverClan members hung up on the walls, often accusing them of something silly and offering a 'reward' if they are brought to the bar. Other western decorations are hung up walls. Forms of entertainment include a karaoke system in the far right corner of the room where members- sober or tipsy- may attempt to be a 'pop star'. A dart board is hung up on the far left side of the room where members can take their chances of hitting the bullseye. If they manage to hit it, Waverly offers them a small reward. Finally a horseshoe game is set up toward the front left corner, where a metal peg is bolted into the ground and members can attempt to hook a horseshoe around it.

Weekly events are hosted in the bar, where RiverClan members can join in for small prizes to have fun. The event list goes by the month, so check in frequently to see what events are coming up!

Weekly Events

// it's okay <3 thanks for taking the time to be here though! we love you too!

Looks like Waverly was the first one to come across Tess's body. [color=maroon]"Oh god.. another one." The canine would whimper in horror. So many murders.. what has the clan done to deserve this? Were they being targeted? Or was it all just bad luck? There seemed to be a smile on the deceased kit's face... It was heartbreaking to see this. Waverly desperately wanted to do something, but she can only stand frozen in fear with tears forming in her eyes. Littlekit was attacked, Haise was murdered, Warblerwing's daughter had died, and now Tess? There were probably more names that Waverly couldn't think of because of her shock. Maybe someone else will show up and snap her out of it so they can prepare to bury the body.

[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=black; border: none; width: 318px; height: 12px; padding: 0px; font-size: 7px; line-height: 14px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: Georgia;]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH | BEWARE OF HIDDEN SCROLLIE | #BOKEHFANCY

wxtch · Jul 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 140%; text-align: justify]And then there was one. Strange how quickly all that had happened. So much death, so much darkness. Such horrible horrible things. She'd hardly managed to recover before all around her clan lost and lost and lost. It seemed right at her return to activity everyone else was dropping away. It saddened her, she wished she would have cherished those she knew more. "May you rest peacefully wherever you go Tess, you deserve that." There was no use in wishes or wants or regrets. There was no point that, there was only negativity to that. She'd appeared seemingly out of nowhere, hobbling up on three steady legs. A gentle smile adorned her damaged maw and the femme recoiled in surprise as from beneath her paws flowers grew, stretching forward and cushioned Tessellence's body in a beautiful final goodbye. Flower prints. If there was ever a time to discover those she was glad she had here.

MOBILE TAGS

TADASHI HAMADA. · Jul 2nd 2016

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]Tadashi frowned. He didn't know the medicine cat apprentice well, but he was nonetheless an important addition to the clan. Death was horrible yet it was ravaging the clan. He stood by Waverly, his ears folded in sadness.

[hr]

tags

[/fancypost]

QUIETRIOT · Jul 3rd 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#0A0A0A; border: 4px solid black; color: #cccccc; width: 375px; height: 360px;]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; height: 100px; width: 150px; background:url(https://lh3.googleusercontent.…AMc/luKwRgNQFFo/photo.jpg) center; background-size: 130%; margin-left: -6px;]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; height: 100px; width: 150px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/a0UwRFr.gif) center; background-size: 120%; margin-right: -6px;]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; font-family: bookman oldstyle; font-style: italics; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #E8E8E8; width: 400px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -20px;]QUIETRIOT ~~NIHIUM~~[b][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 380px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; color: #AAAAAA; text-align: justify; margin-left:1px; cursor: url("http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2umdzzqaC1qfamg6.gif"), auto;]

QUIETRIOT TAGS

ARACHNOPHOBIA TAGS

[ omg you made me tear up. it's fine. have fun with your break! but you gotta visit man. love ya matey! ]
The girl had been asleep dreaming her dreams of gore when she smelled blood. Usually when she smelled blood it didn't mean much. Someone was hurt or someone had been killed. That didn't matter to her. She had seen death and she was at peace with it. But this time she felt something inside of her ache. So she would furrow her brows in confusion as well as worry as she padded over to the scene. She was so going to yell at whoever was the culprit for making her fret over nothing. But once she reached the scene she froze.
Her heart slowed as her eyes saw the all too familiar scene of death. Only this time it was one of her friends. Tessellessence lay on the ground covered in blood. The scent of death filled her throat like in her dreams, strangling her. It was mingled with African Wild Dog which reminded her of Astronaut. How he had killed that lion. Then she began shivering. She had told herself never to let herself cry in front of anyone after her breakdown but she didn't care. She couldn't see anyone but Tessellessence's corpse.
He laid so peacefully on the ground. It wasn't right. Her lips curled and she let out a snarl, unsheathing her claws to dig them into the soil underneath her. Without words she just ran over to the flowers and began to tear them from the ground one by one. Rage filled her body to cover her sadness and fear. Her eyes were wild and filled with tears, causing them to sparkle like Tessellessence's had once done. But she couldn't do anything about it. She was helpless and the criminal hadn't even been punished. Her shivering began to take over her body once more and she collapsed, this time digging her claws into her head. She pressed down hard enough to draw blood before she began clawing at herself, tearing out chunks of flesh and fur as she screamed. It wasn't fair. They hadn't done anything to deserve this.
Her happiness was gone. The endless source of energy that filled her body had gone. Now she was empty and covered in blood. But she was still helpless. She was full of rage but empty at the same time. Tears began to stream down her bloody face as she let out a scream. Why? It just wasn't fair. Nothing could help her as the image of her friend's corpse burned into her mind, making it's preparations to haunt her in her dreams. She then pushed her claws down harder on her head as she began to weep on the feline's corpse.
[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 15px; width: 400px;font-family: arial; color: #DCDCDC; text-align: center; margin-top: -20pt; font-size: 7pt;]
[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 15px; width: 400px;font-family: arial; color: #DCDCDC; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size: 7pt; margin-left: -35px;]#lightsymadethis

deertrot · Jul 4th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]The smell of death and blood mixed together in a sickly concoction was all it took for Warblerwing to quickly arrive, attracted to the scene like a moth was to light. Tess, despite his grumpiness, was a good boy. Warblerwing could see it. Despite his rough exterior, she could see the caring nature in the medic.

And now, he was gone. The life in his eyes now grew dim, and soon enough his body would decay and crumble to dust. Just like how she would, and the rest of them. You could only outrun death for so long-- one day, they all would permanently die.

Grief had hammered in the body of Warblerwing as she swallowed, yet stared intensely at everyone who gathered around him. Out of everyone, Quietriot seemed to take it the worst way-- she was crying on Tess, for StarClan's sake.

Weaving around Littlekit to stand beside Quietriot, the tortoiseshell remained wordless. She could sympathize. She knew the pain. Of course, the loss of a child was completely different from the loss of a friend, but a loss was still a loss. "Quietriot, come. Stand." Softly, although spoken in her usual unchanging voice, Warblerwing spoke, prompting the Riverguard to rise. "It is hard, I understand. But there is always hope that they will come back." They... a part of her indirectly mentioned Shrikekit, although it was accidental.

QUIETRIOT · Jul 5th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#0A0A0A; border: 4px solid black; color: #cccccc; width: 375px; height: 360px;]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; height: 100px; width: 150px; background:url(https://lh3.googleusercontent.…AMc/luKwRgNQFFo/photo.jpg) center; background-size: 130%; margin-left: -6px;]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; height: 100px; width: 150px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/a0UwRFr.gif) center; background-size: 120%; margin-right: -6px;]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; font-family: bookman oldstyle; font-style: italics; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #E8E8E8; width: 400px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -20px;]QUIETRIOT ~~NIHIUM~~[b][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 380px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; color: #AAAAAA; text-align: justify; margin-left:1px; cursor: url("http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2umdzzqaC1qfamg6.gif"), auto;]

QUIETRIOT TAGS

ARACHNOPHOBIA TAGS

Quiet wanted to stay. She wanted to spit at Warblerwing for trying to move her. But she knew she was right. Warblerwing was also in mourning. She was mourning her child. She couldn't even imagine that pain. So the reluctantly removed her claws from her blood head and backed up, tears continuing to stream down her face. She wanted to ask Warbler wing what she was supposed the do now but she didn't know if Warbler even knew. So she just stood there cried. There was nothing else to do.
[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 15px; width: 400px;font-family: arial; color: #DCDCDC; text-align: center; margin-top: -20pt; font-size: 7pt;]
[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 15px; width: 400px;font-family: arial; color: #DCDCDC; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size: 7pt; margin-left: -35px;]#lightsymadethis

deertrot · Jul 6th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]The deputy gazed at the apprentice's tear-drenched face, and although no emotions surfaced on her ruined features, she was almost jerked with tears... but tears would not come, because she was almost incapable of tears.

She was left with no words. The topic of death was hard, and nothing needed to be said. If Quietriot needed a shoulder to cry on, perhaps she could try Warblerwing's, but there was no doubt that the tortie would be extremely uncomfortable and reluctant to be touched.

"You seem to be his closest friend. Would you be willing to hold a burial for him?" She asked in a lowered voice, though her dullness still heavily weighed in despite the low volume. It was a hard task. But Quietriot deserved to do it.

QUIETRIOT · Jul 8th 2016

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#0A0A0A; border: 4px solid black; color: #cccccc; width: 375px; height: 360px;]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; height: 100px; width: 150px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/i6Hg7dc.gif) center; background-size: 130%; margin-left: -6px;]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; height: 100px; width: 150px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/a0UwRFr.gif) center; background-size: 120%; margin-right: -6px;]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; font-family: bookman oldstyle; font-style: italics; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #E8E8E8; width: 400px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -20px;]QUIETRIOT ~~NIHIUM~~[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 380px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; color: #AAAAAA; text-align: justify; margin-left:1px; cursor: url("http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2umdzzqaC1qfamg6.gif"), auto;]

QUIETRIOT TAGS

ARACHNOPHOBIA TAGS

At Waverly's words she dug her claws into the earth. Sure she was closest. Sure she was hit the hardest by this. But she couldn't bear holding a burial and have no one show up. She couldn't bear the sad look her would've had if he was alive and no one showed. He thought no one liked him while he lived and she couldn't let them be right. She wouldn't give them an opportunity. She couldn't handle the responsibility of it. In response to Wab's kind words she would shake her head. [b]"I-I can't. I j-just want to b-be left alone," she choked between tears as she shook her head frantically.
[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 15px; width: 400px;font-family: arial; color: #DCDCDC; text-align: center; margin-top: -20pt; font-size: 7pt;]
[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 15px; width: 400px;font-family: arial; color: #DCDCDC; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size: 7pt; margin-left: -35px;]#lightsymadethis