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    [justify][size=8][font=georgia][color=white]Well, hello there. I'm Britt, and I've been roleplaying for maybe three to four years now? So I'm not new to the concept, no worries, and I consider myself to be pretty advanced. WCRPG was recommended to me by a friend from another site, so, here I am. Finally got around to it, yet she left, so it was all in vain. xD


    Anyways, she gave me two cats, Snowkit and Yankeekit, so I'm going to try my hand at them after I've figured this site out. I might get into fancy posting as well. So, that's it for now I guess c:

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;]"What are you two doing?" The tiny snow bengal asked as he bounded up, his periwinkle hued optics huge and wide, and could be described as doe eyes. Though, he was male, and that was a bit more fitting for a female feline, correct? Not him, obviously of the male gender. Having left Rangerstar's den recently, it was evident he was in a good mood from the way he was acting about, well, everything at the moment. The RiverClan leader himself was going to be his mentor, for crying out loud, and Snowkit couldn't wait to tell his siblings, oh they'd be so proud. Who knew, maybe they'd have a good high ranking cat in the family, and not Navyseal. See, Snowkit was the son of Flashflood and Sweetpea. Through is father, he was the grandson of Navyseal and Blackbird, two third tiers of BloodClan. Both pretty infamous, though Navyseal had the disgusting reputation that he knew he'd never follow through with. Plus, he was pansexual, which meant he would discover later on that he was in love with a tom. Nothing out of the ordinary for a nerdy little kitten like him. How many four moons old knew as much as he did about, well, everything? Not many, most likely him. Only him.


    And everything seemed to be only Snowkit these days. Siblings were out of the picture, parents out of it as well. Flashflood was in BloodClan, and Sweetpea had passed away. So, all him, all alone, but he was loving life. SunClan wasn't good enough, he'd grown up to hate BloodClan, so naturally his mother's birth clan and the home of his family, who's lines went right up to Rangerstar directly, RiverClan made the fit. Very good, very good. So, these apprentices seemed like perfect cats to, per say, bother just a little bit. He couldn't help it, though, could he? After all, smart as he might be, the great-grandson of Rangerstar was only a kitten, so no harm done, right? "I'm Snowkit, you?" The tiny tom asked, to both apprentices, not picking out one in particular. Because playing favorites was not very polite, a lesson he picked up on quickly by watching apprentices in RiverClan after he had first arrived in the clan, maybe a moon or so before the exact day these cats found themselves dealing with at the exact moment. It had been fun to adjust, and within the first week he had studied and learned everything about RiverClan, as well as all the other pro-clans. At the moment? Snowkit was working on anti-clans and tribes, so this was only a small break from his studies, nothing more and nothing less.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;]Oh yes, I am c: I'm being taught how to use the site over Skype at the moment c:[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;][alright. for history, i was told she is the daughter of burblebrook and buzzkill, though they were never around much and Lagompaw, former mca, kind of took her under her wing as a close daughter like friend. and, well, now she's here!][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;]Splashy :c You made me join and now you've left!


    @Luxleberry-- I'll ask her for you.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;]Splashy is giving me Garden, Luxle c:


    If you guys want her AIM or her number, just ask. She gave them to me xD[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;][makes sense. should she just come in to train and practice and such from now on? sorry, pretty new to this site][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;]"Hey Bengalpaw!" Snowkit called out, his periwinkle hued optics dazzling as he spoke. Oh, this certainly looked like fun! Now around the age of five moons, the little runty boy honestly could not wait till he was an apprentice. Though, any sane cat who was going to be apprenticed to Rangerstar would be feeling this way, so little Snowkit was no exception. Mhmm, nope, nada. Turning to face the other cats, he gave a gentle dip of his head. "Nice to meet you, I'm Snowkit." The very mature snow bengal explained.


    [mobile--low muse][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;]He sure was six moons old now, with his apprentice name still fresh on the tongues of his clanmates. Giving a gentle and delicate flick of his tail, the snow bengal couldn't help but give a tiny chirp of delight as he approached the den of the cat who was to mentor him, the cat who had promised when he was only three moons old. So this was fantastic for Snowpaw, wasn't it? "Rangerstar? May I come in?" The still small tom cat asked, setting down the tattered roll of parchment he was carrying with him by his paws, wanting the leader to see him, brilliant periwinkle hued optics and all, front and center when he padded out of the den. Because that was important, correct? Yes, very correct indeed. So, Snowpaw plopped himself down very casually bu with his usual agile grace, soundless and effortless, and waited for any sort of response from any cat that happened to inside the den.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;][make pretty later (: ]


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    snowpaw--riverclan
    candykit--sunclan
    yankeekit--thunderclan
    lavenderkit--tidalclan[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;]"That's sad." The slim little white she-cat murmured softly, her pale, lilac hued optics falling on her paws for a mere moment before looking back up at Mysticstar, full of tears. None had spilled over their barriers yet, and the adopted daughter of Lilysoul didn't intend to allow them to do so. So, Darkintentions was dead. Darn, Lavenderkit had liked him just a little bit. And now all the medicine cat apprentices were demoted. Well, she felt horrible for them, she truly did, but ever since she had been adopted by one of the medicine cats she had a little taste for healing with medicine. So was this a chance to show what she had? Maybe, just maybe. But for now, all she was going to do was attend the funeral. It was the least she could do, wasn't it? "Mysticstar, can we talk later?" The five moon old asked, rising to her paws and padding past the leader on her way to the funeral, tone and optics hopeful as she spoke.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 250px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: white; text-align: justify;]"If you need me I'll be right over here." The silver bengal murmured from her nest, pawing at the edges of it before rising to her alabaster hued paws, slipping over to the others with a delicate smile on her maw, icy blue eyes trained directly on Strawberrykit. "Oh, hello dear." Redslippers murmured to the kitten, before returning her attention to Atticus, Gallium, and Bombshellpaw. After all, she was a medic, and medics were supposed to heal, correct? Even though she had been promoted to full medic before Atticus, she felt he was superior to her due to age, and the fact he was promoted to medic apprentice before her. So, he was alpha here.[/fancypost]