Posts by TallstarTheGreat

H-hi?

Traits: I am a a scraggly furred she-cat with lively eyes and a light, bouncy spring to my walk. I am a bit naive, but I honour and respect my elders, always.

History: My father was killed by two cats from BloodClan.

"Damn, guys..." Stalking outside of the fight on the other bank of the river, Heather swallows the last of her stray rabbit and settles, claws sheathed to grip the dirt and keep from slithering into the water.

Traits: I am a a soft-coated she-wolf with exotic-looking eyes and a large build. I am always blabbing and cannot keep a secret, but I never tell a lie.

History: My half-brother mysteriously disappeared when I was a pup.

Padding lightly across the leaves, Frait looks around and sees a few cats around the way. Slowly walking towards them, she keeps to the shadows; no need to be seen just yet. Crouching under a bush, she looks up at the sky then back down and lets out a loud meow, letting her face be seen through the foliage.

Racing into the medicine den, Rowanbreeze looked at the kitting she-cat. "Are you in much pain?"

Watching the battle from across the river, Rhythm dug her claws into the bank. Things were getting violent and bloody and from the looks of it, none of the cats would make it out safely. Blinking, the cream colored she-cat saw some of the with torches and other with just bare claws, screeching and clawing like nobodies' business. Preparing to leap across the river and pick a side, she sprang and tore across the grass, letting out a blood-curdling caterwaul and leaping onto one of the cats with torches, bawling him to the ground in a flurry of paws, fur, and tails.

[move]YO YO, Using a new way of typing D| Sorry If I'm a bother[/move]

Hearing the song above the roar of battle, Rhythm raced away with about five cats on her heels, snapping and clawing as she reached the bank of the river. Taking one huge bound, she pushed off with her hind legs and pushed off a second time, flying over the river with one great leap. Landing on the other side with a thump, she didn't stop going and ran towards twoleg place, still hearing the caterwauls and laughing of the cats behind her and the song of the she-cat Scource.

OOC: -clears throat- Sorry. Mind if I join in? I was quite hyper last time I posted.

*Bounds in on a pogostick* MUAHAHAHA. HELLO, MERE PEASANTS. ONE OF YOU GO MAKE ME A SAMMICH, I COMMAND OF YOU.

Name: Bark
Gender: She-cat
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Rogue
Pelt: Blue-gray with dark gray, almost black paws, ears, and tail tip. Has one violet eye and one sea-blue eye.
Mates/Crush/Kits: Crush - Another rogue whom she sees every once in a while hunting. Kits - three, two of which are dead and the last is a kittypet.
History: Born sick, mother died of blood loss, and her father taught her and her brothers to fend for themselves until they were 7 moons old.

Hopefully I could join?

Ah cool. Premade cats?

OOC: Welp, I love Tallstar, he was boss.[/u]

Oh. Do we RP soon or do we still need more cats?

OOC: Oh thanks. I may like to try one out if that's alright.
(I'm not quite sure where the setting for this RP is, so I'll just take a wild guess an fix it if it's wrong)

IC: Stalking around the brambles, Bark kept clear of the cats that she'd scented, her small yet lithe body hopefully managing to stay out of sight. If they catch me I'm dead.. Those cats smell like blood and I doubt they'd show mercy if they caught me on their territory.

OOC: Oh alright. Then I suppose she's hiding behind a couple of trash cans cx

Hearing the slight babel of other cats in the alley, Bark rolled onto her back and looked at the cats across from her, flicking her one nicked ear. "If you're short of cats I wouldn't mind helping."

OOC~ Yup. I like him better then Onestar. Jerk...
HUEHUE. I felt Firestar's pain when Onestar started acting like they weren't friends >:| I was like 'bish, you best to believe you're friends!'

Rearing backwards, Rhythm faced the cats head on. Getting surrounded, she snorted as everything went according to plan. As soon as they all sprang to catch her in the middle, she turned on a dime and shot off towards the bank again, seeing a two cats attacking each other. One had pinned down the other and was about to start raking its pelt. The creamish she cat felt a sudden rush as she swept past them, embedding her claws in the 'BloodClanner's' pelt before breaking away and falling on a RiverClan cat, raking his flanks with her thorn-sharp claws, his screeches filling her nicked ears.