IT MIGHT BE 50 YEARS ★ open/game ★ IT MIGHT BE TONIGHT

LOSTBOYS OF NEVERLAND · Jul 15th 2016

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Feline fur pulled from the brushed ferns, a soft breeze welcoming his presence. A few moments ago he had bothered Plaugespring for a weekly task and so he was given one, hence his current state of prepping himself. Glancing around the gently sunlit clearing, his mind recalled the words he edged out of one of the members. Rules to this game he was going to play- what was it called again? Ultimate Frisbee, if he wasn't wrong.
Fluffing his thick white and brown pelt, the tom rose his head to call upon any wondering cats. "Anyone up for some ULTIMATE Frisbee?" words flickered in the silence, the speaker's eyes catching the cascading light from the sky.

RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | Not looking
▪ NPC x NPC
▪ Still is flirty af

PHYSICAL:
★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 97%
— White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears
— [i]major injuries: none.
— [i]minor injuries: none.

PERSONALITY:
— For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
— For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
— For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.

POWERS:
★ None yet

INTERACTION:
▪ Easy physically && Mild mentally
▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).

▪ [color=#eab583]BIOGRAPHY | [color=#eab583]PLOT THREAD

CHERVILTEA XERSES · Jul 15th 2016

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Homewrecker · Jul 15th 2016

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LOSTBOYS OF NEVERLAND · Jul 15th 2016

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Caedon, who was oblivious of Homewrecker's joining, opened his mouth to reply to Cherviltea but decided against it. Instead, he slipped into the bushes for a split second, returning with a piece of parchment rolled up like a scroll. Delicately, he dropped it between the three, sliding it open with one nimble paw. The paper unraveled, words breaching its surface. The tom cleared his throat, before finally speaking up.

"ULTIMATE FRISBEE FOR FEATHER-BRAINS
Movement of the Disc: The disc may be advanced in any direction by completing a pass to a teammate. Players may not run with the disc. The person with the disc, known as the thrower, has ten seconds to throw the disc. The defender guarding the thrower, known as the marker, counts out those ten seconds, called “stall count”.

Non-contact: No physical contact is allowed between players. Picks, where another player/s comes between the defensive player and the person they are marking when they are less than 3yards apart, and screens are also prohibited.

Fouls: When a player initiates contact on another player a foul occurs. When a foul disrupts possession, i.e. removes the disk from someone that would have had it, had the foul not occurred, the play resumes as if the possession was retained. If the player committing the foul disagrees with the foul call, the play is redone so the disk is taken back to its position before the occurrence of the foul."

Taking a deep breath, Caedon shivered off the words. He spoke a lot, but that seemed like a lot more than normal to him. Mouth dry, the apprentice lifted eyes to the others, awaiting their response to the topic. "Basically, we throw around a disc and try to get it to the other person's goal. If you hold the Frisbee, you are frozen and have ten seconds to throw it to another player of your team," though his words were broken, he continued on, mouth lacking regular saliva ,"You can't touch anybody, or you'll be fouled. Oh, and we need someone to count ten seconds because reasons."

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RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | Not looking
▪ NPC x NPC
▪ Still is flirty af

PHYSICAL:
★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 97%
— White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears
— [i]major injuries: none.
— [i]minor injuries: none.

PERSONALITY:
— For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
— For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
— For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.

POWERS:
★ None yet

INTERACTION:
▪ Easy physically && Mild mentally
▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).

▪ [color=#eab583]BIOGRAPHY | [color=#eab583]PLOT THREAD

ANUBIS · Jul 15th 2016

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[justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]That sounded like fun the sable supposed as they padded over. "I'll play." They didn't play a lot of sports, which this... Probably counted as, but that was okay. It still sounded fun after all. Good exercise. Meanwhile Anubis was less certain, trying to grasp the rules and concept. Why are we disc-throwing today? It's a game. Why must you catch it? Game. How do we get it to the other side? Throw it to a teammate. Well, now Fifer was just mentally tired, biting back a soft sigh of defeat as the Egyptian pestered him with some more questions about what they literally just heard.
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PRIMROSE SONG. · Jul 16th 2016

Happykit
_{[b]"carpe diem! seize the day!"}
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COREY FINCH — · Jul 16th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px;][justify][size=9pt]Corey wasn't sure what ultimate frisbee was. In fact, he'd never even heard of or seen what a frisbee was. Nevertheless, he would trot over with his stuffed elephant between his jaws and sit down to watch the crowd. Even though Caedon was explaining how the game worked, he was still confused... and altogether decided he would not play.

"Erm, if somebody gets hurt, I... can help 'em over here." The four-month-old said as he parked himself to the side of everybody. "And you can cuddle Piffa if you get hurt, too."

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BLUECHEER. · Jul 16th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify][size=8]Blue hadn't really ever gotten into sports, despite her immense athletic ability, but that was probably because she'd never been presented with an opportunity such as this one. Lighthearted amusement laces her features as she comes over, standing just beside Happykit with a curious blink. Listening to the directions with ease, she nodded afterwards. Sounded fun, she supposed. Anything to get her mind off of everyday happenings was fine with her.

[color=#80bfff]"Gotcha - I think I'll play." The strawberry tigress settles in a sitting position as she says this.

PrickledSoul · Jul 16th 2016

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Prickledkit
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WindClan | ♂ | 5 Months

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{ IC }
Ultimate frisbee? Yeah no. He'd sit this one out.

"I think I'll just watch." The grumpy af kit said, taking a seat off to the side with a huff.
{ OOC }

[color=transparent] #PrickledMax
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PRIMROSE SONG. · Jul 16th 2016

Happykit
_{[b]"carpe diem! seize the day!"}
_{plot with happykit | happykit's bio | share your opinions on happykit}

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Happykit's face fell slightly at this. Green eyes big and sad, he turned his attention to his "best friend" Prickledkit. "Come on, Prickledkit, it'll be tons of fun!" he tried to convince the hoodie wearing child, nudging him gently. "We can be on the same team and kick some butt! Heh... but uh, not literally. Don't actually kick anyone's butts."

Info on Happykit

LOSTBOYS OF NEVERLAND · Jul 16th 2016

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"Touching of others players will have you fouled," Caedon corrected towards Happykit, frowning at the two souls who had neglected the game. Giving a brief sigh, his eyes shifted towards the surrounding 'tributes', or rather to be called 'players'. "Lets just go for a random call for teams."
White and brown fur walked past the line of creatures, his eyes watching each one hesitantly before recalling the words he phrased in his head. "Team Eagles: Happykit, Blue, and Homewrecker," he noted, flicking his tufted ear at each of the players as he spoke their names ,"Team Lions: Me, Cherviltea, and Fifer." Golden optics, caught in the glare of the afternoon sun, flickered about the teams. What about joining contestants? Almost forgetting that probability, a cracked voice slipped in one last note: "All players joining in past this call can chose whichever team they feel like. Try to keep even numbers!"
Now slightly more relieved to have the teams settled, the tom paced over to Prickledkit and his friend, Happy, along with Corey. "Are you sure?" the tom peeped, giving his lop-sided smile and a shine in his eye. It wasn't normal to have people neglect games, weren't they made to be fun? It wasn't everyday you got to roll around and throw a disc!

RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | Not looking
▪ NPC x NPC
▪ Still is flirty af

PHYSICAL:
★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 97%
— White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears
— [i]major injuries: none.
— [i]minor injuries: none.

PERSONALITY:
— For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
— For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
— For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.

POWERS:
★ None yet

INTERACTION:
▪ Easy physically && Mild mentally
▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).

▪ [color=#eab583]BIOGRAPHY | [color=#eab583]PLOT THREAD

PrickledSoul · Jul 16th 2016

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Prickledkit
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WindClan | ♂ | 5 Months

** Hidden Scrolly

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{ IC }
You know. He'd probably be in for a load of shit later. The hoodie wearing male stood up and rolled up his sleeves.

"Fine, I'll join the fucking Eagles." He said with a flick of his tail
{ OOC }

[color=transparent] #PrickledMax
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PRIMROSE SONG. · Jul 16th 2016

Happykit
_{[b]"carpe diem! seize the day!"}
_{plot with happykit | happykit's bio | share your opinions on happykit}

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Happykit immediately perked up at this. Ah good! Prickledkit was going to join them! He was very glad, he didn't think he'd enjoy the game as much without his best friend there by his side. "Oh goodie! We're going to have so much fun!" the child purred out, his arms wrapping around him in a side hug. His ears perked, his eyes widening in confusion at Credon's frustrated sigh. "You... You know I meant that figuratively right? I'd never kick anyone's butts literally." he tried to explain, raising an imaginary eyebrow.

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LOSTBOYS OF NEVERLAND · Jul 17th 2016

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Apprectiative of the new player, Caedon shifted his body to the left side of the clearing, his pads moving across the soft plush grass. Drawing a claw from his delicate paw, he traced a line in the soil, wobbled and poorly made but a line non-the-less. Next, the apprentice made way to the opposite side of the clearing, again doing as done before on the previous side.
As he finished his work, the tom turned gaze to the players, an eager smile plastered on his face. Let them begin! "Eagles are trying to score on the left side, while Lions try to score on the right side. Start on opposite sides on which you are trying to score to! Oh- and almost forgot-," his voice trailed off, eyes darting to the bushes once more. With a kick in his step, and a prance in his pace, he darted into the ferns to return with a round, plastic-like, plate. However this plate wasn't a plate. It was more dense, thicker than a normal plate, durable with streaks of grass stains along its sides. A Frisbee, if he was correct. Swiftly, Caedon settled the plate-like object roughly in the middle of the court before handling his way to the left side to await his teammates.

RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | Not looking
▪ NPC x NPC
▪ Still is flirty af

PHYSICAL:
★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 97%
— White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears
— [i]major injuries: none.
— [i]minor injuries: none.

PERSONALITY:
— For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
— For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
— For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.

POWERS:
★ None yet

INTERACTION:
▪ Easy physically && Mild mentally
▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).

▪ [color=#eab583]BIOGRAPHY | [color=#eab583]PLOT THREAD

Willowkit E. · Jul 17th 2016

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Willowkit held a somber, sullen aura as she noticed the teams evenly filled up. She didn't want to bother anyone by adding an extra member in, knowing fully well that she would be as useful as a dead limb. Holding in a small sigh, she would stick to watching by the sidelines with Corey Finch. She had seen his sister around a lot recently, making the connection that they were blood related because of their exact last name. Willowkit didn't know what to think of the grey medic intern who she saw periodically from time to time. Like some others, he had begun to sink into the normal background of WindClan, but that just brought her attention to him more. She didn't like it when others felt excluded from the lively play, wanting to offer everyone an equally important role.

Slinking over from the side to sit by him, making her appearance as subtly as possible, a smile would stretch from her slightly frowning maw as soon as she saw the cute, stuffed elephant. "I kind of almost drowned recently, so I'll just sit this one out," Willowkit said to offer an explanation out loud, although she was directing her reasoning towards Corey more than the others. She didn't want them to feel like they needed to stop the game just for her, it really wasn't a big deal. She hadn't talked to Corey before either, so this was a good chance to get to know him. "Mm, does that constitute holding Piffa for the time being?" Willowkit asked humorously, trying to get out of her droopy state of mind. If she were to ever identify herself with anything, it would be a wilting flower in need of water. Willowkit suspected that there were many other wilting flowers each in need of something, but it was often hard to tell exteriorly when they all looked the same. "I'm Willowkit," she introduced herself in case Corey hadn't heard of her before. WindClan was a large Clan, she knew that not everyone paid attention as much as she did when it came down to knowing who was who.
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ANUBIS · Jul 17th 2016

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[justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Lions huh. Fifer was high tempted to shift into one just for kicks and giggles. That would be immature... And they didn't know how. They only had their two forms, sable and dragon. The sable was Fifer's birth form, the dragon Anubis' preference. They would stay in their mustelid shape, dark eyes swirling into a bright blue color. They actually thought this sounded pretty... Fun. With a small smile, they bounded after Caedon.
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BLUECHEER. · Jul 19th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify][size=8]Blue nods, moving to stand over by Happykit and Prickledkit.
[color=#80bfff]"I'm pretty sure we should be lions," she called jokingly, her tail sweeping behind her as she turned to mimic Caedon and walk over to their side. She'd await her teammates patiently, however her attention was grabbed by the plate Caedon retrieved. That was the frisbee, she assumed. It looked like it would fly pretty far, if it was thrown correctly of course. Apart of her was dreading trying her hand, or rather paw, at this, but the rest was eager to begin.