I KNOW THE SOUND // open // OF YOUR HEART

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.
    [fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: script; font-style: STYLE; font-size: 36px; margin-bottom: -5px; letter-spacing: -5px; text-align: center; color: black;]Asterpaw I.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 300px; height: 250px; border: 0px transparent; color: transparent; background:url(https://41.media.tumblr.com/e3…o93io8YP1saq3peo1_500.jpg); background-size: 100% 100%;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 100px; border: 0px transparent; color: white;]He couldn't move. His heart was pounding in his chest, and beads of blood were forming on his left flank, which had been slammed into by the falling rock. He was terrified. What if he never escaped? What if he were to die? What about Razzi? He struggled, a small whimper escaped his maw, he couldn't call for help; that would make him seem weak. So he struggled until he was too tired to move, and all his hope for escape had been drained. "Help..."




    How did he even get in this situation, one could ask. Well, it was really a simple answer--he had terrible luck. He had been taking a leisurely walk around the expansive territory to clear his head, and the rocks had tumbled down a small rise much like the one he had met his boyfriend on. Except that time it had been a dark gray tabby that came tumbling down the hill, and this time it was a bunch of rocks that pinned him beneath them.
    [/fancypost]


    [spoiler=tags, updated 7-15]
    BASIC
    --Asterpaw Iwakuma
    --Nicknames: Ast, Aster, Asspaw
    --Belgian Shepherd
    --Male
    --9 months
    --Ages 1 month every 100 posts (born December 11th)
    --RiverClan apprentice
    --Wears a red bandana tied around his head and left front ankle
    --Has vertical heterochromia iridium (orange eyes, with the left eye being half silver)
    --Has diamond-shaped scar over heart and x-shaped scar on right flank
    --Has six toes on right front paw


    POWERS
    --All are inactive unless they have something in parentheses
    --Shapeshifting (all free animals; all bodies have the same eyes and scars)
    --Absorbing spirits to gain lives
    --Eye/pelt color manip.
    --Glowing (tears glow)
    --Flavor manip.
    --Colored blood/spit/tears (all silver, tears have orange tints)
    --Scent manip.
    --Flower prints
    --Conjuration
    --Invisibility
    --Soundwave manip.


    OTHER
    --Difficulty: medium physically, medium mentally
    --Attack in deepskyblue / #00bfff or risk being ignored
    --NPC x NPC
    --1st gen
    --Homosexual
    --Ask for capture
    --Dating Paparazzimask of ThunderClan
    [/spoiler]

    ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: #282828; margin-top: -6px][hr]
    It was pure luck that Jager had been scouting around the same area, just checking out the territory for any dangers that would pose a threat. The tom didn't notice the apprentice as he was way behind him at the time of Asterpaw's untimely fall, so it was the tiny, barley noticeable sound of scrabbling and claws scraping frantically against rock, that had the senior riverguard becoming concerned. If their surroundings had been noisy, the sound would have easily gone unnoticed, lost under more dominant noises, and Asterpaw would've been trapped for way longer than he had been. Truth be told, Jager was expecting a large rat or some other animal to be trapped, not a clanmate! So, the black smoke took his time gracefully descending the slate rocks, falling own to rock after rock elegantly in a manner that befitted his species perfectly. Eventually, upon reaching the bottom, Jager realized that the scent of fear was too strong to be just a small creature, and his grey eyes fell upon tufts of fur and small droplets of blood that must've flew from Asterpaw's acquired wound in the struggles, and everything fell into place. "Is somebody here? Can you talk?" From his vantage point, he was unable to spot any trace of the apprentice so didn't know who'd be under there.
    [/fancypost]

    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #TAGHERE [/size]


    MOBILE TAGS

    [align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [fancypost bgcolor=black; 1px solid TRANSPARENT; width: 450px;
    ][fancypost bgcolor=#99342b; border: none;font-family: arial;text-align:CENTER;color:black;width: 460.5px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: -15px; font-size: 30px; padding: 10px;]☢–BOOTLEG EMOTIONS![br]
    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 1px solid TRANSPARENT; width: 360px; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; color: TRANSPARENT; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 3.5px; margin-right: 00px; padding: 4px;]
    [size=9pt][b]“TALKING”

    [i]‘THINKING’

    (REFLECTING)
    Knights of Eden ☢ Mooch/Loiterer ☢ battle tags[/size]


    He head sounds of shifting rocks. Crumbing. A sound. Blood carried. The scent. He wasn't sure if he wanted to follow the fleshy, salty smell or not. He heard Jaegers voice. A voice he obviously wouldn't be too familiar with. A clanmate then, he decided. He was stuck between making himself scarce and showing up. Something however, made him walk forward. Tension, fear, it hung in the area. He however, remained calm. His expression didn't shift much aside from the beginnings of a small frown.




    This wasn't any good. “Any idea who's down there, pardner?” He asked quietly. He was rather compitent in times of danger and stress, actually. It was where he stopped overthinking everything, and the next move became much more obvious, and he was less dubious. See, asking Jaeger who was under there didn't take any thought. It was a question. Jaeger was there before him, so it was fair to assume maybe they saw the victim get crushed.

    Looking at the rocks made him shiver a bit. Being crushed. Stuck under piles of rubble. It made him claustrophobic. It tickled at his anxiety, but he shoved it aside quite stubbornly in favor of keeping level headed. The feeling however, was still sickening. He looked at the rocks, just seeing if they where loose, or if things could get any worse for the person under them. He didn't even ask the senior rivergaurd for help. F#ck that.




    He didn't need the okay from nobody to help. He was helpin'. This wasn't f#ckin' changing. Paws worked at the rocks. The quiet and antisocial country boy was looking for loser ones, trying to dig the other out. Pulling could break something he decided. Maybe the free space or their squirming could cause something to shift --- then more rocks....and then maybe they'd loose a limb, or their life. He decided to come at this with a surgical approach. Jaeger could tell him what they saw while he worked.




    His anxiety wasn't chasing him off here. His indifference wasn't seemingly rearing it's ugly head either. He was honestly just here to help, because god damn he knew he wouldn't want to die like this. As far as he knew, it was some small innocent animal. That made him dig a little faster.




    He kind of really liked the small innocent animals. Nothing really changed that.

    [/fancypost][size=7pt]

    CHARACTER INFO.

    CHARACTER INFO.
    CHARACTER INFO.

    ((EDIT: oh crap ninja'd XD))


    [fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px; font-family: script; font-style: STYLE; font-size: 36px; margin-bottom: -5px; letter-spacing: -5px; text-align: center; color: black;]Asterpaw I.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 300px; height: 250px; border: 0px transparent; color: transparent; background:url(https://41.media.tumblr.com/e3…o93io8YP1saq3peo1_500.jpg); background-size: 100% 100%;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 100px; border: 0px transparent; color: white;]Hearing both the movement as well as the voices of Jager and Cassius, the Belgian Shepherd tried moving again, only managing to stir up a bit of dirt with his sharp movements. He didn't need help! He could get out of this by hims- Oh, who was he kidding? Swallowing his pride, he struggled to get the breath into his lungs to speak, but a last choked out, "Yes!" He could feel the rough edges of the rocks digging into his side, causing him extreme discomfort, if not pain. His thick pelt had absorbed some of the impact, but it could only protect him from so much of the damage. He was sure he probably had a cracked, bruised, or broken rib in there somewhere, and his side would be scraped up beneath his fur for a while.




    Then he heard scrabbling from the other older canine digging (hopefully he was; what else would he be doing?) at the rocka. That brought a new wave of hope to the apprentice--he wouldn't be left alone to die. Thank whatever gods existed, if any did at all!
    [/fancypost]


    [spoiler=tags, updated 7-15]
    BASIC
    --Asterpaw Iwakuma
    --Nicknames: Ast, Aster, Asspaw
    --Belgian Shepherd
    --Male
    --9 months
    --Ages 1 month every 100 posts (born December 11th)
    --RiverClan apprentice
    --Wears a red bandana tied around his head and left front ankle
    --Has vertical heterochromia iridium (orange eyes, with the left eye being half silver)
    --Has diamond-shaped scar over heart and x-shaped scar on right flank
    --Has six toes on right front paw


    POWERS
    --All are inactive unless they have something in parentheses
    --Shapeshifting (all free animals; all bodies have the same eyes and scars)
    --Absorbing spirits to gain lives
    --Eye/pelt color manip.
    --Glowing (tears glow)
    --Flavor manip.
    --Colored blood/spit/tears (all silver, tears have orange tints)
    --Scent manip.
    --Flower prints
    --Conjuration
    --Invisibility
    --Soundwave manip.


    OTHER
    --Difficulty: medium physically, medium mentally
    --Attack in deepskyblue / #00bfff or risk being ignored
    --NPC x NPC
    --1st gen
    --Homosexual
    --Ask for capture
    --Dating Paparazzimask of ThunderClan
    [/spoiler]

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Asterpaw I. ().

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font: 45px georgia; width: 300px; height: 40px; text-align:right; padding-right:0px; padding-left:0px; padding-bottom:-100px; letter-spacing:-3px; padding-top:0px; opacity:.99;][shadow=black,left]d.va online![/shadow][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top:5px solid #ff8dd0; font: 11.5px georgia; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 150px; cursor:url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/nature/nat-11/nat1027.gif), auto; border-radius:60px 0px 0px 0px;]"Woah," Hana said, coming across the scene. After putting the pieces together, the calico turned around and ran, yelling over her shoulder: "I'm gonna get a rope for you to grab onto! You guys should try and get the rocks off them, whoever it is!"


    Soon enough, the calico returned, out of breath, with a rope in her jaws; Hana lowered it to Asterpaw's location, despite knowing that the rocks would need to be removed for anything helpful to come of the rope.
    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; padding-left:0px; padding-right:0; padding-top:0; padding-bottom:0; font:9px arial; width:330px; overflow:hidden; cursor:url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/nature/nat-11/nat1027.gif), auto;]

    tags

    tags


    [/fancypost]