Posts by FORTITUDO IPSUM.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]To everyone else, this might've been a joyus occasion and a happy moment to remember, but the cream tabby detested it. It was loud and crowded. His littermates pushed against him as he wiggled and he eventually found himself at Scarredheart's paws, bawling and wailing. He wanted his mother's stomach. He wanted warmth. He wanted it now.[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify] pen xD they can meet in a retro thread then cx

@docky shurree<3[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]The newly named Lastkit was placed back at his mother's belly. Still unbearably hungry, he crawled forward and started to uselessly suck on a teat, choking and mewling. He seemed very feeble, but would grow up to be an able tom with a strong body. But for now, the cream tabby suckled contentedly, still weak. Pushed around by his littermates, he struggled to keep a strong hold, but as his stomach filled with warm milk, he just rolled right over and fell asleep, his yowls subsiding into purrs of content.

ooc will we timeskip them soon? :)[/justify][/fancypost]

A Romeo, his heart wanders away from his head, leaving his mind to waste away and his heart to feel and break. For him, beauty is in the appearance, and he very much loved Tinykit, for she was the pretty one he had lain eyes on. There were many more beautiful faces out in the world, but he was yet to discover that. A den he had not yet discovered (maybe it was because of his commitment to the tortie), the son of Scarredheart and Nimbleflight padded into the slightly sour and sharp smelling den. He knew it was where the herbs were stored and where sick cats were treated, but he knew nothing of the deaths that might happen there or the things that went on in this herb den.

As a white paw stepped one foot at a time, the cream tabby stopped short, fearing that he might be interrupting something. Coughing seemed to issue from further inside the den and he took a few steps back, slightly alarmed. Lastkit glanced around, his copper eyes wide. Was this place out of bounds?

He gave a genuine smile as she smiled, thinking she looked even more attractive when she was happy. The cream tabby took a seat in front of her, curling his white flecked tail over his white paws. "I'm Lastkit, son of Scarredheart and Nimbleflight." He introduced himself with a confident mew, still gingerly looking at her. She was so pretty up close, he thought that he would probably fib over his talk, but Lastkit steadied himself. I can't screw it up now, she seems to like me.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]He gave a slight smile at his father Scarredheart, tail flicking. He sat in the shadow of the Nursery, dark orange eyes on the bustling mini-meeting. He knew kits were not allowed, so he just watched, not feeling like he wanted to become a warrior for it, but just to meet new faces. Tinykit was stuck in his head and he couldn't help but feel up in the clouds when he was without her, or he would feel terribly distressed and would try and look for her. It was one of those times when he flew back to earth for a short moment before freaking out or flying once more.[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]He nodded at her, his dark orange eyes friendly and soft. The cream tabby didn't really want to make her uncomfortable, but he wanted to express his love for her. All in good time Lasty, all in good time. He smiled again and flicked an ear, still not removing his gaze from her face. "How are you today?"[/justify][/fancypost]

ooc xD that would be amazing, but he's taken for now

ic He shrugged, feeling lost. Then, glancing at her, he pricked his ears. "You were?" The cream tabby didn't know that (obviously), then, dipping his head to her, he remembered he had forgotten to ask for her name. "What's your name again? I'm so sorry." Lastkit felt slightly consoled by her, but it wasn't enough. He glanced at Battlekit. "No, I just can't find her."

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]Aristocrat || tom || warrior || medium || no kill/capture || put color [ color=midnightblue ] if attacking ari

The snarling blue smoke leaped into battle, tail bristling and claws unsheathed. He wasn't really the fighting type, but the heat of battle made him excited. [/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]The tom had been eating some prey when the leader announced the battle. Not excited, but he was a loyal cat. He was going to fight and win.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]The tom grinned at Popstar, who was kind of his brother in law. Div was pretty much his sister, so yeah. "Thank you Popstar." He mewed happily. He could finally do warrior stuff! Excited, he leaped to his paws, ready to hunt. He was going to catch something and offer it to his family in StarClan. [/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]The tom was feeling sad. His sudden disappearance had left him without more than half of his family, but almost even worse, Lori. He felt very empty without any of them. Periwinkle, Winter, Lori, Cyanstar, everyone. The blue smoke sighed as he came out of his reverie. Giving the fresh-kill pile a sideways glance, he suddenly leaped up and took two squirrels. Padding over to the medicine cat den, his paws shook and he felt tears spring to his eyes. Shaking his head, he dropped the prey and glanced around. "Paradise? Div?"[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]Popstar is kind of a cousin in law to Aristocrat, so can they have a thread? :3[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt][justify]His heart sunk as he heard that Div had been demoted. "I - uh, brought you a squirrel Paradisefalls." The tom mewed. "I just needed some time with family." His adoptive sister's ex mate (wow that was long) had not been particularly close to him. Aristocrat sighed because his roleplayer was to tired to type anything cool.[/justify][/fancypost]