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  • GlowClan [RP thread~]

    Cherrymask nodded and raised her tail in content, waiting patiently for her to lead the way. She saw the faraway look in Apocalypse's eyes, it shone deep thought. She quickly shifted her gaze, realizing it wouldn't be any best to bring it up. But in the meantime, she wasn't use to being so quiet for such a long time. "I wonder what the cabins would look like, I have never seen them!" she smiled cheerfully.

  • ｓｔｏｒｍｃｌａｎ|| roll oғ тнυnder нear мy cry|| joιn тoday!

    MousePaw poked her head out of the Medicane den, her ears perched high. "Hey, wanna come Distantpaw?" she inquired cheerfully, bounding off into the clearing. She sat down and looked eagerly up at Stormstar.



    Bubblepaw bolted after MousePaw and sat down beside her, giggling. "I wonder what now! That prophecy stuff was scary!"


    MousePaw nodded, flicking her tail in agreement. "Yes, I don't feel...right with all this eerie-ness. Let's hope he plans on brightening moods today."



    Bubblepaw nodded happily. "Defiantly!" she squealed.



    Stormstar looked kindly upon the apprentices, his eyes shining at the thought of FrostedRose.

  • Thē RECRUIT||€||The BłackBłøød Brothęrś||€||A Jümp In Roleplay!||

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    The BlackBlood Brothers
    "Don't be scared little one, the day is still young."[/fancypost]
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    "Oh my, I didn't know we had a visitor!"


    Ah, well I am Plaque and this is my brother Phantom. For Starters, we don't necessarily have a pack...yet. We just wander about with a few old friends. But currently, we are thinking of making one. With just a few of the right canines and some brilliant ideas, we can get far, right?


    So here's the hard part, You think you have the guts to join? We aren't truly welcoming. Your only lucky you made the right move on us to keep her organs from rotting in our teeth. On the other hand, I think you got the skills kid. So what do ya' say? You coming with us? Or just here to waste my time?[/fancypost]
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    There is no pack. There are no ranks. There is no camp. There is no place to call "home." We are just a family of recruits for now, we must always stay on the move and always stay alert. Only a few shall survive the this risky process. Sickness, weather, and battles will still haunt us on our journey. But in the end, no member will be left behind. Think you have the paws of steel that will help you conquer this journey? Good luck.[/fancypost]
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    Let's go over the rules before we start.


    All WCRPG rules apply.


    No god modding.


    All must obey Phantom's and Plaque's words, they are the Alpha's of the group even though their is no ranking.


    No nagging in both OOC: and IC:


    No arguing over OOC;


    Please don't just show up for a mate.


    NO time skipping or changing events only to benefit for your character.


    ONLY I can make events happen and change the time of day.


    NO POWERPLAYING!


    absolutely NO CUSSING! I will not tolerate it. But 'Crap' is aloud.


    Please be realistic! No exaggerated personalities or unrealistic descriptions!


    This is a jump in roleplay! you DON'T NEED a form for the recrution!


    More rules will be added if the pack is successful!


    If I am missing anything you think is important please PM me!


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    The BlackBlood Brothers
    "Let's begin!"[/fancypost]




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    The snow clinched the soundless paws of two large black males. Phantom's head slowly arose and he nudged his head into his Brother's little mane. Plaque growled at him and edged his shoulder into Phantom's, as you could see, between the two Plaque was the bigger Alpha. Phantom bared his teeth in protest, but knew better then to make a move on Plaque. Plaque afterall, was all he depended on for his survival. [/fancypost]

  • ẘɪɳтɛяcʟɑɳ: please join!!

    OOC: She will awake in a little bit ^^




    IC: Ambersky still remained untouched, water swirling down her flanks and dripping from her turned up paws. But, she suddenly started to tune into the voices. They were a little drowned out, but they quickly became audible. She twitched merely, but was still locked under the effects of being swept off the waterfall.

  • R.E.E.D|| a warrior fanfic!|| please comment!||

    "TangleWhisker! Come quick!" A quivering yowl pierced the cold atmosphere. The yellow she-cat came streaking across the clearing, a bundle of herbs locked securely in her jaws. A white speckled Tom confronted her from the nursery, his eyes glazed with worry. "FrostFleet what's wrong?" The she-cat mumbled through a mouthful of leaves. "DesertFlower-S-She's kitting!" He spat nervously, cantering back to the nursery in swift fleeting dashes. TangleWhisker eyes grew round and she followed close behind the worried Tom. "T-TangleWhisker..." A heavy, hoarse voice rasped for attention as the Medicane cat slipped into the dimly-lit den. TangleWhisker organized her herbs quickly and pressed down on she-cats flank softly. "Ok, DesertFlower I need you to push as much as you can, understand?" She advised calmly. The queen nodded shakily and did as told, but it was hard for the Medicane cat to follow through with so many hot breaths on her neck. She ordered FrostFleet to escort the cats out of the den and quickly proceeded.


    Soon, the den was eerie with the lull of a content queen. DesertFlower smiled down at two lovely kits that slept soundly beside her. "What would you like to name them?" TangleWhisker asked calmly, sweeping up her herbs. The queen gazed longingly at the first ginger dappled Tom, much like her, and nodded. "I will name you...Reedkit." Her eyes shone lovingly and she nuzzled the sleeping Tom, who squeaked in protest. She moved onto a darker tabby she-cat and blinked warmly. "And you will be Mousekit." She purred in satisfication and pressed her nose gently to the kit's cheek. DesertFlower looked back up at TangleWhisker, her triumphant smile turning into a softer frown. "TangleWhisker? Do you not like what I chose?" She inquired, seeing that the Medicane cat looked a little more solemn then happy. "No, I-Im just...thinking." She sighed, gazing deeply at Mousekit. Thē queen swallowed nervously and shook her head. "No your not. Tell me, I want to know if anything if wrong with them." She urged, wrapping her tail protectively over her kits. TangleWhisker was silent, looking at FrostFleet then at Mousekit. DesertFlower followed her gaze, and when she looked back at Mousekit, her vibrant green eyes darkened.


    Hope you like it...I don't think it's that great for a start but I was pretty bored...

  • GlowClan [RP thread~]

    Which kits are open?



    IC: Cherrymask watched as Apocalypse left from the cabins, fleeing with another cat. Something sounded wrong. Again. She simply couldn't understand how she had missed out on everything! She thought about going back to camp to see what was wrong, but suddenly wasn't in the mood to walk all the way back. She sniffed around the cabins and curled up on a porch, admiring the outside nature itself.

  • GlowClan [RP thread~]

    OOC: Can I get Harvestkit? 0_o



    IC: Cherrymask looked up unwillingly at the fiery evening sky. She quickly started to get lonely and deciphered heading back to camp. She stood up and shook out her pelt, trotting back down the slope.