@ Huntress: Nightcall litter is sorta all over the place. Nightcall is out hunting with Lionnip and doing some plot oriented stuff at the moment...
No idea about the Bear litter. Bear hasn't been in ShadowClan, since he's a loner and veggal hasn't been on
@ shadowspike: thanks for the application, i'm gunna wait a bit and see if anyone else applies though, give everyone a fair chance and stuff.
I'm bad at keeping from getting cats. >.>
Whose litter ? Melanie's since she has less applications
Kit name ! Skree
Gender ! male
Colors ! black and white
Personality ! As a kit, Skree will be pretty normal, perhaps a bit more reserved than most, but normal. As he gets older he will close in more and more until he really only lets his family in. To his family he is loyal and social, and even charming, buthe can seem cold and distant to others.
What'd you eat for breakfast? Cinna. (Hunger Games charrie)
What'd you eat for lunch? ditto
What'd you eat for snack? ditto
What'd you eat for dinner? Cinna tastes gooooooooood.
"You saw Swifte?" Jet was surprised. He had figured his old friend must have just left the area, but if Ice Cold had seen him... Maybe he'd return.
Rainstorm grinned and shrugged. "Not for six or seven moons I won't be," he replied with a wink. OF course, the gray tabby was excited about his own kits coming soon. It wouldn't be long to wait now, judging by Lunarchill's size.
Jet's RPer was astonished by the fadey thing. She could not see through it.
And then it disappeared.
For it was a little while later
And the fadey thing's purpose was fulfilled.
Because Jet was on the ground, smiling awkwardly at Lilith.
then people should stop freaking out. *nods*
there's a bunch of ferals and a few wandering house cats in my neighborhood. i don't have names for them though.
#33438 is mine... I'm SOOOO confused
Jet glanced away, looking a little awkward. "I.. don't really know. She's been gone for some time..."
Sensing that they were no longer being noticed, Tyler and Oriole wandered off, Tyler happy that someone had returned, Oriole looking pissed off, as usual.
Jet smiled, rubbing the she-cat's head with his own affectionately. The brown tom glanced at the sky and sighed. "It's past sundown..." he murmured, sounding a bit annoyed with the sun. "We should probably head back. Tyler might have a heart attack if we aren't back soon." He snorted, thinking of the overly dramatic young tom.
Jet looked at Ice Cold, his copper eyes reflecting his confusion. "As far as I need to. Why? Do you know where the others are? Are they captured? I know there aren't many of us, be between you, me Oriole, Akiha and Lilith we should be able to rescue them!" The brown tom looked excited. Finally, a way to get his friends back.
ooc: xD jet is so clueless.
I have a cat, Shard, who might attack and kill random she-cat person. He's not actually a mean cat, but if he panicked, he'd attack. And he's prone to sorta acting without thinking. *shruggeth*
xD Droplet sounds like competition for Tyler. The poor guy adores Jet. XD
bomb? *confused*
Name: (Miracle) Max
Appearance: Black with green eyes
Personality: He'll be a good healer, if you can convince him to heal you. Greedy and self absorbed, but not completely heartless.
Plot ideas: I don't know as of yet.
Favorite quote: (From said epic move, important) Buttercup: You can die too for all I care.
[she pushes him down a high hill]
Man in Black: AS... YOU... WISH.
Buttercup: Oh my sweet Westley what have I done?
[Buttercup kisses the senile King]
The King: What was that for?
Buttercup: Because you have always been so kind to me, and I won't be seeing you again since I'm killing myself once we reach the honeymoon suite.
The King: Won't that be nice. She kissed me.
Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm*.
Fezzik: He's really very short on *charm*.
Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhyming now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Vizzini: DYEEAAHHHHHH.
[fencing]
Inigo Montoya: You are wonderful.
Man in Black: Thank you; I've worked hard to become so.
Inigo Montoya: I admit it, you are better than I am.
Man in Black: Then why are you smiling?
Inigo Montoya: Because I know something you don't know.
Man in Black: And what is that?
Inigo Montoya: I... am not left-handed.
[Moves his sword to his right hand and gains an advantage]
Man in Black: You are amazing.
Inigo Montoya: I ought to be, after 20 years.
Man in Black: Oh, there's something I ought to tell you.
Inigo Montoya: Tell me.
Man in Black: I'm not left-handed either.
[Moves his sword to his right hand and regains his advantage]
Man in Black: All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right... and who is dead.
Vizzini: But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You've made your decision then?
Vizzini: Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.
Man in Black: Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.
Vizzini: Wait til I get going! Now, where was I?
Man in Black: Australia.
Vizzini: Yes, Australia. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You're just stalling now.
Vizzini: You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong, so you could've put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested my Spaniard, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Man in Black: You're trying to trick me into giving away something. It won't work.
Vizzini: IT HAS WORKED! YOU'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING AWAY! I KNOW WHERE THE POISON IS!
Man in Black: Then make your choice.
Vizzini: I will, and I choose - What in the world can that be?
Vizzini: [Vizzini gestures up and away from the table. Roberts looks. Vizzini swaps the goblets]
Man in Black: What? Where? I don't see anything.
Vizzini: Well, I- I could have sworn I saw something. No matter.First, let's drink. Me from my glass, and you from yours.
Man in Black, Vizzini: [Vizzini and the Man in Black drink ]
Man in Black: You guessed wrong.
Vizzini: You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders - The most famous of which is "never get involved in a land war in Asia" - but only slightly less well-known is this: "Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line"! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha...
Vizzini: [Vizzini stops suddenly,his smile frozen on his face and falls to the right out of camera dead]
Buttercup: And to think, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.
Man in Black: They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder.
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Thorn nodded quickly, his eyes flicking from one cat to another. Despite his mainly calm appearance, if you looked harder you could see something almost savage about him. The way he never looked at one thing for very long, then way his ears kept twitching, taking in everything. The way his claws slid out at every little noise.
It unnerved Nightcall.
"Umm, Thorn? How about you come back to camp with us? I'm sure Nightstar would be glad to have you back."
Thorn blinked, looking at the she-cat oddly. "Nightstar?"
The silver tabby shrugged and looked down. "I guess you didn't hear. Crystalstar was killed by a mountain lion."
"Oh..
I have a snowshoe ragdoll girl. She'd be a pretty easy one to trick into having this happen. Poor Anne...
XD This is awesome! I'd totally have Littlepaw help him... 'cept she's been captured by the mansion cats....
