Posts by Victinistar

(It’s fine. :) I’ve been busy lately. Thanks for trying!)

I lightly pushed her hand away from my cheek, doing my best to smile. It wasn’t working that well. “I-I’m fine. I probably just need to take a walk outside or something. We’ve kinda been cramped up in the Shack for a while . . .” I coughed awkwardly, the weight of the journal heavy in my vest. “You uh, you go play with Waddles in our room, okay? I think I saw an unopened tub of industrial-sized sprinkles under the bed . . .” I knew doing those chores for Stan was worth it . . . Never going to touch another box of stale donuts again in my life, but at least all of that work is going to pay off with some time to think. Maybe I won’t even have to look at Cipher's face once I figure this out. But to do that, I’ll have to take a closer look around.

Wildtail started for a moment, being taken off guard by a heartbeat. The smaller cat bolted right under her paws, slipping into the perfect spot to ambush an unsuspecting victim -- in reach of the she-cat’s soft skin of her belly. With rouges or other animals, that was a deadly position to be in. She had other tactics, though, and with all of her agility, the calico leaped high into the air, swiveling around in the brightened sky. Her green eyes positioned on the ground and long, colorful tail erect, she extended her paws for a graceful landing on Radiantpaw’s back, or, more specifically, the space just beside him. Had she really attempted a landing, she could’ve clung on and squashed him like a rabbit. “Tricky, are you?” she smirked. “Well, I’ve got quite a few things up my alley, too.”

I sighed in relief, watching her go. “Safe now . . . good. I hope she falls asleep up there . . .” I squinted suspiciously up the stairs, not paying attention to the men standing at the kitchen counter as I slipped quietly down the hall. Thankfully, no one noticed me as I pushed open the door that led to the gift shop. Wendy was still there, reading, the store empty of customers. It must’ve been the end of the work day, yet she was still there. Hmm . . . That’s . . . odd. Wendy always leaves the first time she gets the chance. Why isn’t she gone yet? I walked slowly up to the redhead, raising an eyebrow at her. She used to be such a strong idol in my eyes, I found myself adoring her every way of living. It was all so laid back, so comfortable and strong. I had once wanted to be exactly like that, and it had put me in situations I never wanted to get into. But now I’ve realized to release those feelings for a simpler friendship. We are all our own person, aren’t we? I should just settle on being myself. “Hey . . . Wendy?”
She looked up from her magazine casually. “Oh, hey Dips. What’s up?”
“Aren’t you . . . past the work hour?” I asked, awkwardly looking down at her reading material instead of her face. “It’s kinda late . . .”
“Oh, my gosh,” she facepalmed in realization. “You’re absolutely right! I must’ve gotten caught up in this thing again. Thanks for reminding me.” She closed the booklet and stood up from her seat, making for the front door. “Bye, Dipper! Have a nice day!”
“Uh, you too . . . I guess,” I replied, giving a half-hearted wave of farewell. Something caught my eye, though. Something strange. It was only until I spotted the slightest sign of difference that I dared ask myself a question. What’s really going on here?

"Then we can have a helping get-together! All of us can pitch in to hep the town! Maybe by working together, we can lift the spirits and bring some happy faces to the crowd!" Pinkie suggested.

(It’s fine. Write as much as you think is necessary. :3 )
I tensed, the voice sending chills up my spine. My eyes looked to the side cautiously, without any fruit to the effort. It’s probably Cipher . . . Oh no. I tightened my vest, holding on protectively to the journal, while frantically thinking of a way to escape. Wait a second. Cipher’s a dream demon. I mentally face-palmed. There was no escape here. Oops. “L-leave me alone, Cipher. I didn’t ask you to come, even if I can’t see you. I’m not going to help you with anything if that’s what you want,” I frowned, ignoring the questions that were already pricking at the back of my mind. “A-and I don’t need your help, either, so don’t mind returning when you leave! I want nothing to do with you.” It felt as though I were screaming at the air, mostly because I was. Cipher could be anywhere, and I had no way of knowing. Or maybe she was nowhere. Yeah, that seemed about right.

Wildtail smirked. “Hm. You’ll find out in your own time,” she supplied, dusting off her pelt with a single shake. “But for now, I say we call it a day. You’ve shown some tough potential for such a newbie. Let’s head back down to camp and grab a bite to eat. You can bring a rabbit to the nursery for the kits as well. I think they’d like that.” The calico gave one last smile, flicking her apprentice’s ear with her tail as she padded past, down towards the open plains below.

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Little did she know, there was a particular black tom resting at the crest of the hill, a malicious grin of his own upon his mow. That weakling’s got a piece of dung of her own to train, I see. Well . . . I can’t wait to find out what will happen when that precious bird of hers clips its wing. Won’t that be a shame? A quick and ominous flash of amber orbs and the figure was gone, absent from sight and absent from mind.

He went to turn it on, to find that the remote was missing. "Uhh . . . nevermind . . ."

"And once you get an education on TERRIBLY SICK CREATURES, maybe you’ll want to get rid of it!” Harry countered stubbornly, crossing his arms and turning around. “So I’m going to the town RIGHT NOW to show you that I’m right, okay? Maybe then it won’t be too late to save us!”

(Sure did. ;) This is where Warriorcats gets interesting . .
You can do time-skips as long as the other roleplayer/s agree. Right now I’m fine with it, so go ahead and do so. :3 But for reference to other threads you may be joining, usually each thread represents one scene, so they would normally open up a new thread instead of time-skipping. I’m not into that, but that’s probably due to me never being able to satisfyingly end a story. xD
You can have as many characters as you want in roleplays and how you do it is entirely your choice. :3 As for the other roleplays, you’re just gonna have to pick some marked ‘open’ or ‘pafp’ if they don’t have any replies yet. Main Game needs to follow the storyline of this roleplay, and all the others are free. Here are some links for you:
The main board where everything is located - http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?action=boardindex
WindClan’s Main Game thread - http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?board=136.0
If you’ll look at the bottom of the first link, there are places to roleplay other things like Pokemon or vampires or regular life or whatever you want. My best tip would be for you to look for threads with ‘0 Replies’ or find some stories that interest you through the ‘Search’ tab up top. There are even a few OtGW threads scattered about, although I’m not sure any are still open. :T Then again, you could always make your own threads. Pick a category on the main page and open a new thread. Easy enough?)

( xD Wow. All the good stuff IS gone. Finding voles in WindClan is like having fish in ThunderClan. Lol.)

Wildtail made her own way to the pile, peering down at the strange remains. There was hardly enough for a queen and her kits, let alone the entire camp. Hmm. Maybe I should've taken Radiantpaw out for a hunting lesson instead . . . She mused silently, picking the smallest vole from the pile. The calico quickly poked her head into the nursery, speaking through a mouthful of rodent scruff, "Hey, did Radiantpaw bring any food to you all yet?"
A furry white she-kit smiled up at the warrior, her amber eyes bright. "No, he hasn't, but Russetfur already brought us some freshkill from the hunting party that he came back from. We had some bunnies that they found being chased by a hawk. The elders ate the hawk, though, which makes me sad."
"Wow, Hopekit. A hawk?" the green-eyed cat smiled. "That's quite impressive. Too bad you didn't get any, though. Hawks don't usually come around here anymore."
"Nah, I wasn't hungry. I just didn't want to waste an opportunity to observe the effects of nature on a specimen so fine in its build. Have you ever wondered how it'd be like to fly?" she inquired.
The she-cat blinked in surprise. Was she really . . . No . . . She couldn't possibly . . . "Oh, uh . . . Not really. I've got to go. Why don't you visit my apprentice for a while? I don't think he's had the chance to meet you, Hopekit."
"Radiantpaw wants to meet me? That would be fun! I'll go now!" she beamed, charging out of the den and towards the apprentice.
Wildtail just stood at the entrance, trying to recapture the previous moment. She dug her claws into the earth. Maybe she had imagined it after all . . .

"Yay! Let's get this party started!" she beamed, reaching for the ceiling in her expression of glee.

( x3 Ah, yes. I've been developing her character. Just so you know, she's Scarclaw's daughter. Hopekit was found alone, a furry mess in her attempts to escape the tragedy of her past life. Libertystar offered to adopt her, but for some reason her roleplayer would never actually reply after I'd accepted the role . . . xD This is something everyone should know, although Scarclaw's name was hardly mentioned again . . .)

The white kit pelted towards the tom, her tail streaming out excitedly behind her. "Hello, Radiantpaw!" she beamed, coming to an abrupt halt only a whisker's length before she would've crashed into him. "Wildtail told me to meet you, so I decided to show up. How was your first day as an apprentice?" She blinked up at him curiously with her amber orbs. Hopekit wondered if warriors ever enjoyed themselves as much as medicine cats did. Of course, she wasn't old enough to be a medicine apprentice, but she would accomplish that one day. The she-kit did have an extensive knowledge of healing herbs, so why wouldn't she get chosen? Not to mention how intuitively she thought. Hopekit smiled. The world is so full of possibilities! I'm so excited to see how the story of our lives will play out . . .

"Something FUN!" Pinkie added with a bounce. "You should send a message to the town, Twilight! We can get to the top of the castle and proclaim our invitation to the world!"

He strolled off towards the town, still on the defensive. Every time the blonde caught sight of the Zorua he grumbled and turned his head away. Harry still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the Pokémon, and he wasn't so glad about finding out.

(timeskip?)

"I have no idea," he frowned. "I can't find it."

"Want to do . . . something else?" he suggested, unsure.

(Yes, they do. xD They also have eyelashes and practically everything we do, if you didn’t know. Lol.)

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, tipping her head to the ground in intelligent respect for the older cat. “Your mentor is a nice cat, although quite misunderstood. You’re taking to her well, I hope? Do you know that she tries hard to regain the trust she’d lost?” Hopekit lifted her gaze to meet the tom’s, her grin playing along the lines of wise. “Of course, whatever happens, I’m sure the first day as an apprentice is exciting! You must’ve had a blast leaving camp for the first time! It sure is a big world out there, right?”

(When they get to the town, preferably.)

"No need for that! I have my party cannon! We can just go straight there! Let's go find our way to the top, Cheesy!" she beamed, bouncing out of the library.

"Like . . . talk? I'm not sure," he shrugged.