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  • Calmskies littermates & kits UFA!

    Character: GLASSPAWWWWW. <333


    Why you want them: Omg. Where to start?? First of all, it's Windclan. My favourite clan EVAHH. And it's Calmskies. Dur, who wouldn't want a kit from that litter? owo And Glasspaw sounds so ... enticing. I need an enticing cat. She would just, just be my perfect match. <33


    And yes, one of the reasons is because I'm addicted to role-playing. I need to do more of it. WITH GLASSPAW.


    RP sample:

    LEFTY wrote:


    && archer's eyes softened as she gazed out of the gate. memories ran a muck out there, taunting her and teasing her. with what could have been. her and thornvision, destined to forever be ripped apart. it wasn't supposed to be like this. archer was supposed to find a good tom and settle down, never again to wander off into the night and seduce another tom. but here she was, the darkness softening her pelt and the moonlight dancing across her blue eyes. the world was at her pawtips, and she could feel the familiar tingle begin to spread through her body. it was welcome, the old friend. it was a warm feeling, a little too warm, but archer liked it. she embraced it. she couldn't wait.


    && without a glance backwards, to where her kits lay sleeping in the mansion, archer sprang forwards. the night air wrapped around her, enfolding her in it's easy arms. anything can happen in the night. anything can be covered by this blanket of darkness. even archer's shameful missions could be dusted over in the pitch darkness. the forest ground whizzed under her paws as she sprinted silently away. away from the guilt. away from her parents. away from the mansion. and towards, most likely, disaster. but with that disaster came deep satisfaction. archer was hungry, her body was aching for that feeling. and by jove, in the company of the distance moon, she would get it. the night would be the only witness.

  • oh where, oh where has my little friend gone? [OPEN]

    && achilles felt his mother's tail wrap around him, inadvertently pulling him closer to his sister. the proud one. the cocky one. the one with whom he had to compete with for his mother's love. he shuffled his paws and scooted a bit closer to dita's body. this was his mother, in case they didn't know. once that matter was settled, achilles turned his attention to the other cats. the intruder was a mere kitten. probably not much older than himself, if older at all. and his auntie, cael. achilles saw her soft look as she inspected his sister, but the gaze did not sweep over him. his back stiffened. "hi auntie." he meowed, very bravely. maybe she would notice, maybe she wouldn't. either way, achilles had put himself out there.

  • Switchfoot's Chatter Motel }


    could you please dream that i've been promoted? xD

  • drove for miles & miles and ended up at your door. [p, lefty]

    && clownpaw's brow furrowed together. he knew some things, and one of them was his sister. something was seriously up. "come onnn." he meowed nudging her with his broad shoulder. with an earnest look in his eyes, he continued. "you want me to get mocha? she'll be happy to talk with you." as he spoke his sister's name, a twinge of something twanged in his chest. what the hell? he didn't have grudges against mocha, no no no. that was foggy who was nursing an angry hangover. he had no hard feelings whatsoever against ... that feeling. like a sharp pinch right beside his heart. it was one he knew well, from many previous experiences, but not with mocha. that was weird.

  • High Positioned Siblings Need Advanced RPers. {OPEN}

    [size=9pt]username; LEFTY. (you know me. >.>)
    applying for; ravaged [ruins] of a quoted kingdom. <3333
    persona; i absolutely adore his current personality, but i think i shall twinge a bit of the edges.
    first of all, i shall play up on his tendency to party. i will play it up A LOT. whenever anyone ever needs him, he'll be off and partying his little tail off. the only time he'll ever return home is to crash after a hard night.
    second off, i will play down on his player attitude. yes, he will have a very, VERY willy-nilly heart, believing every girl he sees will be his forever love. but in another second, there she is again! (unfortunately, this is based off me, and my tendency to fall in love. xDD). and since he's got smooth charm and stunning looks, almost every girl loves him right back. but he never gets to the mating stage with any of them. they're all just flirty flings. deep inside (very deep), he's still looking. and finally he finds his true love, the girl of his dreams. lantern. oi.
    plots; omg. plot baby. <33
    + his crush on lantern. childish, pettish, and extremely obsessive. he wants what he can't have.
    + his envy at stencil. he pokes fun, A LOT, and doesn't give stencil the attention he desires.
    + will add more as i think of them. (:
    rp-sample; reallllyyy? i'm so tired. ;w;     [/size]

  • i promised i wouldn't [p]

    && archer slowed her pace, slowly. she timed it perfectly, so she pulled to an easy stop a breath away from him. their noses almost brushed, their whiskers barely touching. so fast, so fast. "... my sweet little sparrow." the nonsense words he was saying taunted her. enticed her with might be. she blinked deeply as he dipped his head. did she really want to do this? did she really want to give herself up like this, again? she could leave right now, turn around and run back and never think of this moment again. but that tingle was there, heat spreading throughout her entire body. she couldn't fight it. so instead of doing the sensible thing, archer leaned forwards, just enough, so her nose touched his. it was cool, a touchstone for her fevered heat.


    && "enough of the formalities." she meowed, her voice soft and hushed and breathy. seductive. the moon bathed them in the grey light, wrapping around their pelts and touching their minds with the craziness that comes only with the full moon. archer closed her eyes and, for a mere moment, allowed herself to explore the possibilities. she knew what she wanted. with her eyes still closed, she gently moved her head along his jawline and under his neck. exploring. the first time she had done this, the first time she had felt this pull, she had been a sniveling wimp. but now she was full of ease, taking a tiny pawstep forwards, so her paws touched his, so the tips of her toes overlapped his. her ear was pressed against his chest. feeling. listening. thump thump thump. just like her own.

  • in another world, i could be your girl ... [p]

    && archer and the sun did not have a good relationship. it was always too loud, too glaring, generally ... too sunny. but archer had a deep love affair with the night. the absence of the sun, more like it. while the sun was harsh and angry, pointing out all her sins and exposing them to the world, the night was welcoming and secret. a blanket to hide her darkest deeds. like tonight. away from the mansion archer sprinted, away. to find the feeling again. it had been a long time. much too long, for her taste. so into the forest she ran, her feet silent on the ground, and her breath closely monitored. away she ran. away from one thing, and head-on into another.

  • if you tell me once, i'll repeat it twice. [p]

    && Clownpaw looked around. The camp was boring, empty. There was nothing to be said about anything. His siblings were all out, hunting and whatnot, and Clownpaw had been given a training-free day. Normally, that was nice. But today, in the hot heat of summer, with the sun blazing down on his, it was not nice. He needed out. So he picked himself up and trotted over to the shade of the apprentice den. It wasn't much, but it was something.

  • i promised i wouldn't [p]

    && archer eased her eyes open. "no more frisky than you." she replied, a purr lacing her words. her head was about to pull away from his chest, when something cold brushed across her scruff. his tongue. she almost shivered with joy. no, with ecstasy. this was her life, this was what she lived for. this feeling, right here. instead of pulling away and getting into her position, archer pressed her head harder against his chest. it was warm and sheltered here, safety. her body yearned for more feeling, closer, closer. she needed to be closer. gently, slowly, cautiously, she moved forwards until her sides were pressing against him. her brain was spiraling out of control, becoming blurred with past feelings, past experiences. thornvision. inception. reality was becoming blurred. her heart was pounding in her ears, amplified by his twin beats. thump-thump. thump-thump. thump-thump.