Posts by Russ

Accepted, of course, he could mentor Aleric if that's okay?

I think we could start the RP?

A low growl arose in his chest, 'Like we're not worth her time, we're cats too!' Cedar thought, his eyes piercing through he darkness. He let his head drift over to Snow's direction, he wanted to apologize, but kept silent.

Oh, I have a banner made, but I can't get the HTML to work to make it click-able. (Though, I'm not a very experience banner maker, and I used GIMP, so it's not very good. ^-^)

Eaglefoot crept closer to the entrance of Deadstar's den, making sure she was in ear shot of the two's chatter. To not be as suspicious, she collected a piece of fresh-kill, and settled down to 'eat' her pick.

Great, thanks a million! :)

Oh, and one more question about the plot:

Will we (maybe) wait for more members to decide on an omen?

So let's do it? I'll post the link tomorrow.

Well, it's more clan/rogue with more lenient rules and different customs.

Cedar too, froze in his place, his breath hitching in his throat. "Don't say anything." He whispered into the darkness, to Snow. The toms eyes glued to Deadstar's black pelt shining in the light.

Owlstar nodded to Ambermoon, bidding his farewells, acknowledging Tinypaws approaching presence. The rickety leader stood, and met the apprentice half way, greeting her warmly. "Tinypaw, is everything well?"

Duncan, the large, long limbed cat, strode through the camp, a few mice hanging from his maw. He'd just gotten back from a private hunt- something he did often. His small half-tail swung behind him as he placed the mice inside one of the many twoleg door openings lining the wall, they made great storage. Duncan had kept one for himself, of course; he settled down to eat it.
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Pain, unlike Duncan, whom strutted around camp showing off at times, kept to himself. The white cat sat perched on one of the outer viewing ledges on the structure, pale eyes keep watch. The tom liked this spot, he decided it had one of the best views, as all the ledges this high up did, and the others rarely came out on them, perfect for being alone.

Woo! Main thread is up!

OOC: I'll post the prison rp link

IC: Pain, hearing Specks question, jumped down into the room and let his tail fall against the warriors flank; as if to say, 'Let's go.' Without waiting for any answer, he started toward the underground chambers, knowing even though he was blind, that Speck was capable of getting there himself.

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As Duncan finished his meal, he stood and stretched, and padded out into the main room, side glancing up where voices could be heard. The leader, instead of heading to them, decided against it, he saw no reason to interrupt.

Cedar blew air of of his nose, trying to keep his muzzle shut. The red toms bushing tail swung side to side furiously, and he was shifting uncomfortably, eyes locked onto the Clan cats, hoping they'd decide on a not so harsh punishment.

OOC: Do you have anybody in mind to mentor Tinypaw?

IC: Owlstar stared down at the apprentice, blinking at her. "Well," he started, seemingly at a loss for words. "I guess we haven't given you one, have we?" The elderly leader continued, thinking about who'd be a good fit.

Pain glanced back at Speck, to make sure he was following, and of course, the warrior was. The white tom had already gathered a few pieces of fresh-kill for the prisoners, actually sneaking a few extra for them, something he always did. In truth, Pain felt sad for the captives, seeing no reason for keeping them in the present conditions, his thought it would be a more positive impact if they were to actually join the Clan. Shifting uncomfortably, he picked up the food in his mouth, scooting some closer to Speck, he set off for the cellar.

Duncan, having an upset stomach, crept around to Sita, interrupting the spat between the two. "Have you anything to ail a sore stomach?" He questioned, dipping his head, the leader did hold the healers in high regard, being they could decide whether he'd live or die on critical situations. The large tom sent a jeering glare at Quill, then waited for the apprentices reply.

Pawing his way into the holding room, Pain entered, his sleek body twisting through the gap. The tom stood for a moment, getting adjusted to the dark; he continued forward. 'I could let them out, and call it a prison break, maybe.' The thought left his mind just as soon as it had entered it, he shrugged it off. Pain sat silently infront of the cells, waiting for the prisoners to come and collect their meal.

Duncan nodded to the cat, though, his eyes on the retreating Quill. "Yes, I could tell her." He said to Sita, head swiveling back around to her, though, his mind was wondering why the young apprentice couldn't do it, being very capable herself. The thought brushed aside, he stood, tall legs raising him high above Sita, and started off to her quarters, his short tail bobbing behind him.

OOC: Is she just going to be a reg. warrior?

IC: Owlstar looked down at the young cat, a soft chuckle escaping his maw, "Of course it is, I just haven't been on top of everything lately, I suppose." The grey cat told her, wiling her to understand.