Posts by Queen of Awesome!

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    Francis--
    The honey-pelted cat named Francis was simply wandering. He had not a single job at that moment in time; for he had been out hunting earlier on, and he didn't feel like sparring souch a short time after his mentor's death. Although Napoleon had worked Francis 'til he was numb; the young warrior hwas now grateful of the elder cat's teachings.


    The cream tabby's mind switched to what his mentor had said at his father's -Remus's- funeral. The cat known as Francs had learnt a lot from the amount of remorse and mourning in his mentor's voice as he said 'One out, another in'. Francis had later learned that to be true; for he had heard whispers that there was a new cat in the clan, so soon after Napoleon's death as well.


    This lead to Francis's thoughts wandering far from this plane of reality until his blue orbs came across an unfamiliar face. He tilted his head to the left a slight bit and studied the other being with curiosity; his thoughts wiped clean for a moment.


    He firmly decided to greet the other cat by padding up to her cautiously; clearing his throat a little and giving a greeting of "Bonjour; Je suis Francis... Et vous?"
    {Translations will be in italic brackets. "Hello, I'm Francis... And you?"}

    Francis--
    The large cat gave a slight chuckle at the she-cat's behavior. "I said: 'Hello, I'm Francis; and you?' You would do well to learn the language of love Mademoiselle, for I speak it frequently." Francis explained; translating the language he loved oh-so-much for this cat who seemed less than familiar with it.


    He could tell that the unknown cat was nervous; due to what, he did not know. Although if she was new to Bloodclan's ways, then he guessed that was understandable for any cat.

    Francis--
    Francis gave a slight nod before explaining again "My father was a cat brought from France, imported over here. He escaped from the two-legs who had bought him and came 'ere. He learned to be a great fighter, met my mother, and I came along. Nothing much~" he stretched a little as he finished his explanation, waiting for a reply from the she-cat -pardon, Willowspark.
    {pardon = sorry}

    {*le gasp* I've only just clued your name! Ser Pounce-a-lot! Sorry; I had a spazz fit. I'm a DA fan... *claps* Well! I'd better get on with RPing then, shouldn't I?}
    Gilbert--
    A certain albino, -who goes by the name of Gilbert- had been tracking this girl for days. Let's just say that he's good at not being noticed, even though he's probably one to majorly stand out from the crowd. The satyr who had traveled with the son of Hades was, at the moment, nowhere to be seen.


    As he said. He's been tracking this girl -supposedly a powerful demigod- for days now; and he was getting just a little bored at the lack of excitement in a mortal school. This was due to the fact that Gil had been born in the underworld; had his memory wiped when he was 5; and went to train at camp. Knowing nothing but the rigorous, yet still satisfying and well-taught training of Camp Half-Blood had lead to this albino teen not being able to stay still, tracking someone for five minutes, let alone a whole class.


    Tracking this supposedly powerful and important demigod had also lead the silver-haired boy to stand outside a class, of which, when the other students filed out -giving him funny looks and glares as they passed; most likely for getting in their way, and being a guy in an all-girls school- she seemed to be talking to her teacher. As said teacher turned into a damned demon; the expression on the pale teen's face must have portrayed a look of 'oh no; not again...'


    Giving a slight roll of his eyes; the albino pulled dual knives of Stygan Iron from his pockets, and dashed in, attempting to get the idiotic demon's attention with a yell of "Hey! Idiot! One son of Hades right over here!"

    Francis--
    Francis gave a slight nod "Oui; and mademoiselle, don't believe all that is said about us. Yes, many of us are fierce fighters, including myself when I am enraged. But we are not all vicious and horrible." the large tom assured her, before adding "At times."

    Vellahn--
    "Ahl-Yeah-Ska." The tom repeated, sounding out the she-cat's name; ensuring to book it into his memory before giving a slight nod. I'm off to explore while nobody's telling me not to. Wanna come along?" Vell proposed, a smile painted on his features at the thought of an... 'adventure buddy', if you will.

    Vellahn--
    Vell gave a slight nod, contemplating his options. due to his small build and plain coat, he had quite easily just sneaked out the direct route, although if Alyeska was tagging along, they would presumably be spotted more easily.


    "I'm good at sneaking and I generally just sneak out the direct way; but you'd be seen faster than me, so, if you've used this other way before, then it's probably better taking that route." the ticked tabby tom stated, waiting patiently for a response.

    Vellahn--
    Vell gave a nod of approval at the she-cat's plan. "You won't even see me, I bet." he stated, sneaking off, sticking to the shadows and observing everything; as he had done a million times. He waited for the she-cat to follow before progressing down the hallway, continuing to keep his pawsteps to the shadows.

    Francis--
    Francis contemplated his response to this question before saying "I have no personal grudges against anyone; and the answer will vary for each cat you ask. But don't worry; nothing truly severe will become of you for a bout of poor judgement."
    {Sorry, low muse.}

    Terra--
    Terra shuddered at the memories of the past few days before responding "Some... Demon-things, goat-legs, human bodies... But anyway; they posed as my family and kicked me out of my home."
    {Sorry, low muse.}

    Vellahn--
    Vell dashed forward; the tom attempting to make as little noise as possible on the creaking planks. Though one would probably assume that it was simply the wind or something of the like, due to the kit's oh-so-feather-light footsteps.
    {Sorry, low muse.}

    Terra--
    Terra decided to step in while there was a moment of peace-type aura in the air. She walked up to them, waving her knife, which actually she couldn't drop. She had done this a million and a half times. "Come on guys; break it up!" The ginger haired girl exclaimed.

    Cynan--
    For once, the chocolate tabby didn't feel half as fatigued as he had done for the past three or so moons. He had been driven out of his clan by his own mother at the age of 4 moons; simply for the reason that his father was a rouge. People in the clan didn't trust him; or his sister -who had been separated form him, although he wished to find a way to see her sometime.


    But right now; the tom's bi-coloured gaze and smart mind was fixed on the surrounding area. After his last encounter with those damned clan-cats, the 6 moon-old tom had simply ran; he was hardly an apprentice, nevermind could he fight or hunt.


    He could barely do both of those things and had only learned because the wilderness is a supremely harsh place. A place fit for a survivor; and a survivor this tom was.


    {His sister is up for adoption; please PM me if you are interested in RPing her. He can have other littermates; but please have plots open for them.}