Posts by bkclrg

username: bkclrg
muse: 9/10 (I assume this means creativity yes?)
activity: 7/10 (New to this site, but not to rp, and not to warriors rp. The site I used has dropped off the face of the Earth basically, so I am here looking for greener pastures. ^.^)
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name: Glacierdew
gender: she-cat
sexuality: heterosexual
appearance: She is a long legged golden spotted tabby with icy blue eyes like her father. She also has rather long ears, but other than that, she's her mother's daughter, sharing a similar facial frame, and body proportion.
personality: Glacierdew is a bit childish and flippant even, but never actually means it. She is a kind she-cat, who is instantly friends with anyone she talks to, even trusting to a fault. Not to say she isn't intelligent. Far from it, she is very observant when it comes to what others are feeling and thinking. This can lead her to be either a sympathetic ear, or at times an impish devil, depending on how well she thinks the trick will go. She hates taking anything too seriously, due to the fact that she's actually very sensitive, and can easily get down on herself. More than anything, she loves to make others laugh, and will go to great lengths trying to achieve this.
other: Vanta Fanta, vanta Fanta! Frosty please! Man...you have no idea how much I want a Coke frosty now... If you would like to see rp samples, I'd be more than happy to oblidge!

Name: Jaspers
Gender: Tom
Age: 14 moons old
Looks:
Mate/Crush:None
History: Jaspers used to have a loving owner Macy, who took good care of him for a long time. His next door neighbor had a cat as well, but he never really minded her, nor her kits when she had them. One day though, she came to him, ragged, starving, and desperate, smelling of terror and illness, and begged him to save her kits from their horrible owner. Unable to say no to such a desperate plea (for the mother died upon finishing her request) he took the kits into his owner's home, where she returned them promptly to their rightful owner. Jaspers loved Macy, but realized he couldn't save the kits and live under her roof. And so, after sneaking the kits out of the abusive home, he set off.
Other: He's a lousy hunter on part of him being a kitty pet his whole life, but has a kind heart. He never found out the names of the kits either.

The wind whipped the treetops as Jaspers blundered through the grasses and brush. With the kit in his mouth, he could hardly see in front of him, especially since it continuously squirmed and mewed for food he didn't have. Out of breath, he set the kit down, and panted to catch it. He whisked his head to and fro to make sure the fox hadn't followed him. His heart ached with the guilt of the dead kit he had to leave behind. You have to make it, he thought looking down at the creamy striped ball of fur. His stomach growled, reminding him that he had not eaten in longer than he was used to. I have to make it.

Not wanting to risk any more time standing around, paranoid the fox might still be hot on their trails after all these hours, Jaspers picked the kit up, and hurried on through the undergrowth, listening as a Kestrel chirped overhead.

((OOC: I'd like to know more about the clan please! What is the clan hierarchy, where is the camp located, and what is the territory terrain like? Also, what members are there so far? ^.^))

Gemini was a bit out of breath from the hike, but she didn't mind. From what she had heard, it would be worth it. She lived for adventure, finding herself wandering from one oddity to another, living for the sights to be seen. As she rounded a rock, her breath caught in her throat. The view was incredible. From the top of the waterfall she could see all the way to the pond she had stopped at three nights before, and though she knew she couldn't, she told herself that she could even see the frogs swimming in it.

She couldn't hear the splash over the drowning roar of the waterfall, but the sight on the fish suddenly jumping out of the water made her jump. Fish? Out here? She thought quizzically. Curiosity being a fault of hers, she cautiously moved up to the bank. Sure enough, out jumped yet another fish, scales glistening as the water pearled off it. If there are fish here, then those rumors about those cats must be true... she mused. She had heard from a fellow vagabond that groups of cats would often cluster together, living together in a set territory. This wasn't what had intrigued her. What she was interested in, was not the view really, nor the cats sharing living quarters in mutual agreement.

No, she was far more interested in the rumors she had heard about them believing that dead cats, were still alive.

Doxology decided to head more towards the beach on the search for his mother. The sun was nice and warm, and from the corner of his eye he noticed a beetle in the grass. His pupils dilated, and he focused all of his attention towards his victim. He slowly put one paw in front of the other, careful so as not to make it fly off. It's shell had an oily quality, making it shine various hues of purple and green in the light.

Impatience, as always, got the best of him, as he decided things were going too slow and darted forward. "C'mere into my mouth you!" He meowed, causing the beetle to fly off combined with the sudden burst of movement. He lept up high anyway, swatting the air clumsily. As he began his descent back to the ground, not far off he saw many cats doing something. Huh, what's that? He wondered, padding over. Never having met another cat besides his mother before, he felt no worry as to what could possibly happen to him. His inexperience to the world left his view of it rose colored, and he padded over to where the cats were with cheerful naivety. As he drew close however, a sudden shyness came over him. What would these cats think of him? How should he act? He had never met another cat before!

This in mind, Doxology gave his chest a few licks, pulled a twig out of a knot in his fur, and made his way through the grass to a nearby cat. "Oi! What's this?" He asked as he sat down.

((OOC: Mind if I join in here? :) ))

((OOC:Okay, got it! I mean like how it's structured? Is it normal clan structure? One leader, one deputy, normal clan customs, ect., or are there some variations, like different clan positions or rank names? I know some other clans have variations in all of that, even if they still have the title "clan" attached to their name. Just wondering if there were any custom or rank variations in this clan! ^u^

Oh, should I add another couple of characters then, who are already established members of this clan?))

Le Form:
Name: Butterflywing

Age: 16 Moons

Gender: Female

Rank: Warrior

Appearence: Butterflywing

Personality: Distracted, and careless in her everyday activities, but focused and passionate when it comes to butterflies, and has been since she was just a kit. Thought of as merely instruments of kit-play, the various colors and shapes attract Butterflywing's attention in a way few other things can. Upon finding one with an unfamiliar pattern, she catches it, and adds the wings to her collection hidden away on the moore. She is often found a bit strange because of her obsession, but doesn't take notice, finding it as natural as a medicine cat's interest in herbs.

History: She and her sister Gemini used to be rogue kits until their mother was killed by a fox. They were taken in by a WildClan warrior, and raised as clan cats. Gemini (named Gemstone as a clan member) however, always felt the need to wander past clan boundaries, and after a breaking point felt too constricted in clan life. She left to venture the world after becoming a warrior, using her rogue name to symbolize her freedom from clan ties. Butterflywing misses her sister dearly, and would go on border patrols more often than not, hoping her dear sister would one day return to her. After her leaving, Butterflywing also became more reclusive, delving more into her wing collecting as a source of comfort since it reminded her of when her sister would come to look at all the different wings she had gathered.

Mate/Kits/Crush: none

Kin: Gemini (Rogue)

((OOC: Yes? Yes? May I join? ;D))

Butterflywing had ran off right after the meeting. She noticed the coming storm, and worried that her collection might get damaged or lost if not stored away properly. It wasn't too far away luckily for her, and in no time, she reached the rocks where she stored her precious possessions. A drop fell on her nose as she began to stuff moss into the entrance of the rock cleft where they lay. She wanted to look at the one that was her sister's favorite; brown with eyes on one side, but the most beautiful iridescent blue on the other. One side beautiful. The other not. She feared risking the damage though, as she hadn't seen any other butterflies like this one since, and had given the other half of the wing to her sister. She still missed her, but the ache was fading a bit now.

She returned to camp soaking wet, but with a few branches in her mouth to add to the nest walls so she could be dry when she slept. She meant to ask Rumblestorm about going on border patrol again, but he seemed to have ants in his pelt when she planned to approach him. Tomorrow I guess, she thought with a yawn. She settled down into her nest, only to realize it was not her nest, then moved to the one next to it, drifting off into sleep as the rain pattered around her.

((OOC: Dang, I got on too late to rp with anyone. ^_^u Myeh, I'll try to get on earlier so I don't miss all the action.))

Gemini swiveled her head around, noticing the tom that had snuck up on her. Luckily for her she wasn't easily startled, or she might have jumped into the water like one of those fish. She hardly could hear him over the thunderous crash, and she swiveled her head to and fro as if looking for something. Gemini had to shout her own response just to be heard. "Are you sure?" Before he could even answer, she walked up towards him, continuing with a more pressing question. "Do you believe that dead cats can talk?"

Jaspers could scent cats ahead over the soft scent of the kit, whom was beginning to grow weak. He was wary still after the encounter with the fox, but desperation made him eager to seek out any help he could. He hurried to where he thought the cat scent was strongest, in a clearing just beyond the hedges in front of him. He set the kit down, calling out, "Hello? Is anyone there?" He was reluctant to admit he needed help, especially since he had no idea how he might be received.

((OOC: Got it! So, what are the member's so far? Who is the deputy/medicine cat?))

"By Jingo!" Gemini said breathlessly. He green and blue eyes lit up with a barely contained curiosity. I guess the rumors that grouch told me were true, she thought, elated by this fortuitous turn of events. "Is it just you who lives here, or are there other cats too? I heard that there were more of you. What's Covenant Territory?" There was no pause between her inquisitions and exclamations as she padded even closer in examination of the cinnamon tom. "Do you catch the fish in the waterfall here? How do you do it? Well, I've seen stranger I'm sure. I once saw a wild dog catch a bird mid-flight, quite impressive I might add. Is that how you catch you're fish? They certainly are jumpy." Her eyes focused and she stopped a respectable distance away. "Where are my manners? My name is Gemini," She dipped her cream head in greeting to the tom, "and I was wondering if you could tell me how to talk to the dead."

I...I thought Hussie was joking about the John's-arm-being-everywhere in space-time thing. Like, I thought it was a gag he just now decided to introduce. I've been re-reading Homestuck though, and I got to the part where John reunites with his loving wife and daughter while Karkat's brain hemorrhages from anger trauma (I scratched that off my Karkat Tantrum Bingo) and suddenly, I notice a speck of white I hadn't noticed before... When the airplane goes to crash into the Hard Rock Cafe, there in the corner, was John's arm. I thought, oh, he had to have redone this and uploaded it after the gag as an Easter egg, so I went onto youtube to check the old video I am proud/ashamed to admit I have seen a million times. His. Arm. Was. There. Hussie has been planning for this to happen, since just THAT. LONG. How could someone's brain even extend that far into the story?

Welp, thought it couldn't hurt to have an extra bump now, could it? Hey Feesh, I'm curious, what is your avatar gif from? It almost looks like it was drawn, but it must be digital right? S:l Is it a show? Or a game?

Butterflywing shook herself as she padded out to the clearing. A leaf was swept by her, carried by the wind, instantly attracting Butterflywing's fleeting attention. She was about to start towards it when she remembered what she had meant to ask yesterday. She looked around, wondering if border patrol had already left.

Oh...my God. I looked up some gameplay, and it looks...breathtaking. O.O God, 2013 has already been an amazing year for video games, and it's only April! Journey kind of reminds me of Ni no Kuni actually. Is there a story to it, or is it a puzzle game?

Butterflywing overheard the news. Not really overheard though, since the exclamation was loud enough to have stirred a bear. She twitched her whiskers in amusement, and padded up to her leader. "Congratulations," she mewed to him, a gleam of laughter in her eyes.

Oh my God, maybe Pewdiepie isn't the best one to watch first. XD Hard to get into the mood when someone is constantly making jokes. But yeah, definitely going to check up on this game now!

((OOC: Oh, well in that case, may I have the honor, of becoming your deputy? *le bow))

Jaspers jumped back a bit when he heard the voice from so close, but quickly composed himself. This cat didn't seem to be aggressive, in fact, she seemed even a bit concerned. He quickly decided to admit that he did indeed need some assistance. "Uh, yes, please." He said, unsure of how to explain. He pushed the now-quiet kit closer to the she-cat. "Um, this kit..." He drifted off, unsure of what exactly to say or ask.

Processing this information was a bit difficult for Gemini over the pounding of the waterfall. She ignored Clayfoot's question tactfully trying to avoid giving an answer. If he was like most other cats she had talked to, he wouldn't understand her motives, and she was too excited to properly explain at the moment anyway. "Borders? Why would you need those? So cats don't wander off from your group? And goodness, you're a vice-leader? Impressive! How many cats follow you? And, er, no offense, but why?" She was distracted from another chain of questions by the flash of fin and scales nearby. That one was close... she thought eagerly. Perhaps if one got closer...

Completely ignorant of any ill feelings from Raintail, Butterflywing noticed Rumblestorm's tail tip just as it disappeared out of sight. She suddenly remembered that she had meant to go on border patrol, and without warning rushed to catch up with him, her cream pelt bounding to where he had left. "Rumblestorm! Rumblestorm, has the border patrol left yet? Can I go?" She called to him.

I totally forgot that Dirk is now prancing around in tights. And better yet, Jake is in micro-shorts. XD