Posts by DesperateMeasures

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I hate being new. ;3;
But.. ermmmmm.. hi. }}

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Attitude's ears folded to his head. Tori's words had pierced them and they throbbed with what seemed to be pure anguish. Whenever the attractive she-cat had shown him cruelty, Attitude had always shoved it away, pretending the pain wasn't there. But this wouldn't be forgiven. He had to get away; he had to clear his pounding head. Attitude caught something dotting the horizon, something that stood against the bright sunset. Plummeting into the waves, he dove toward the island, eyes fixed on it. He had swam before, but never far enough to reach the island. If he had fingers, he would have crossed them. "Come on Attitude. That she-cat isn't worth a thing." He lied under his breath, paddling through the speck of an island.

D'awwww thankies~
The nickname is cute. ;3

Of course! I'm in need of some roleplaying to get my muse a little higher. Do you think we could make cats in the same clan?

Upon reaching the shore of the island, Attitude seemed to be greeted, if you could call it such, with the voice of a kit. Whipping around to face the kit, Attitude lowered his ears just slighty in discomfort. "Why is that any of your buisiness?" Seeming to hesitate for a bit, he finally added, "And who are you anyway?"

Paws thundering across the earthy mountain ground, Twistedreality practically dove forward, sprinting faster than she knew was physically possible. Only one word constantly echoed in her mind. Run. And, not being one to object, Twistedreality did as her instincts told her. A bramble seemed to appear out of nowhere and snag her back leg. The gray and white she-cat yelped as she tumbled forward. "Help!" She yowled as she slipped off a ledge and began to plumet downward.

A humble sigh escaped the black and white tom's muzzle. Of course. Clan cats. I can't find a little alone time. Attitude mentally rolled his eyes as he began, speaking in a polite manner, "I'm not a threat. I just came here to get some fresh air. If I have to leave, I understand." He gave a curt dip of the head. He wasn't annoyed by the clan cats, it was more so that he wasn't alone on the island. His muscles rippled under his pelt as he shifted his position. Then an idea came to him. If I join these cats, and their 'Tidalclan', it would help me forget about Tori. I've heard about the clans, but I've never been in one. Maybe I should try it out. "However," He added after a moment of hesitation. "This ... Tidalclan seems like a decent clan. I would consider joining, that is, if you accept."

{ I hope you don't mind if I post here before being accepted, but I joined on the joining page and was wondering if you could accept me(?) }

The obscurity of the pitch black was deadly, seeming to cover everything in sight with a thick sheet of darkness. This kind of a black night wasn't rare on a New Moon like this. And for such a dark tom as Mercutio, the void of shadows served to camouflage him. He was a curious tom, nonetheless. After hearing of Bloodclan at a young age, he now had summed up the courage to explore of it. Courage was not hard to attain for the young tom, as bravery was his specialty, alongside fighting. "Anybody out there?" He hissed impatiently, claws sliding in and out of his average-sized paws.

Mercutio smiled plainly. He liked these cats already. "Temper, temper! Calm your tits, would ya'?" He snorted, then mewed more seriously. "I'm not here as a threat. I'd like to join Bloodclan, if you'll have me. I know what you're thinking; believe me, I know how many rouges bombard you a day. Another useless mouth to feed, right? Well... if you don't find me a worthy member, go ahead and kill me. I can't imagine fitting in anywhere else."

Mercutio showed his needle-sharp, bloodstained fangs in a smile. He seemed to be getting somewhere. "Well ... as a Bloodclan cat, I would be loyal to Bloodclan, and only Bloodclan. I wouldn't be disrespectful or speak up against rules. Oh, and, I wouldn't f*ck around all day like a lazy ass. I'm not a bad hunter." Mercutio flicked his ears thoughtfully. "And, I don't mean to brag, but ... I can spar very well." Mercutio paused. "My name? Mercutio."

"Hmmm ... I think I'll go with ... " Pointing his long tail toward Gothika, a subtle grin crossed his face. "How about you?" Mercutio sat simply, tail wrapped curtly around his paws. "Ladies first."

Mercutio looked a bit vexed for a split second. "Where ..." The black rouge lifted his feline nose to scent the air. "Ahhh, there you are. Invisibilty? Impressive!" Mercutio was truely fascinated; he had only seen one invisible cat before, and the poor kit couldn't bridle it very well. His gaze shifted to a branch above him. With an enthralling leap, he joined the branch, high in the tree. Mercutio sniffed the air once more, then hurled himself at the ground, aiming to uppercut Gothika into the air with a strong front paw.

His ears rotating toward the sound of Gothika's paw, he assumed the invisible female was aiming for his bristling neck. He shifted as quickly as was possible, but could not block the blow. He tumbled into the sand, but quickly regained his footing. The jet black rouge bounded toward Gothika's left, then when he came as close as he dared, Mercutio leapt to her right and let his lengthy tail unfurl, aiming to trip her and swipe her side with knife-like claws as he sped by.

Haaaiiiii.
I know you. o_o
You know me.
We're a happy family. : D
This is Fluffy from Skype, so that you dun freak out. :3
Oh, and, see what I did there? <3

Yesh. Tis Fluffeh. But here choo may call me Desp.
If you want to Rp with me, you can make a rouge appear in any clan. c:

Being another one of the loners on Sunclan territory, Ravineflow wandered aimlessly through the clan, her normally bright ginger eyes dimmed like a fogged mirror. Shifting her gaze, she spotted another young(?) she-cat among the brush. Ravineflow pranced effortlessly along the forest-floor, making her way curiously to the loner.

Mercutio wore a smirk upon his muzzle as he dashed past her, scoring her flank with his claws. Caught up in his successful hit, he didn't notice Gothika's lunging for his tail until he felt her fangs sink half-way into the long extension. A yowl escaped the black rouge as he whipped around and aimed to headlock her and kick his legs into her jaw in an attempt to make her release his tail.

{ Am I allowed to bump this up? ;3; }