Posts by Colorpalette

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]colorpaw | calico she-cat | pick your difficulty | sunclan apprentice | No kill, permanent injuries allowed | No powers | #FFAB94

the she-cat had no clue what she was doing; she didn't even have her own mentor yet, she was hardly eight moons, and finding a mentor was harder than it looked. at least, it was to her. she wasn't sure exactly what told her to run out to the fight, but she surged forward, claws unsheathed, a grow low in the pit of her splattered calico chest. it still had oils and paints on it, but soon her white patches would be stained red. by who's blood? that was still to be decided. her tail lashed back and forth, and her shoulder fur was spiked. her pale blue eyes scanned the cats, looking for a cat to attack, and also watching her own back. sure, she'd never fought before. but now it was time to let instincts take over.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]colorpaw | calico she-cat | pick your difficulty | sunclan apprentice | No kill, permanent injuries allowed | No powers | #FFAB94

colorpaw yowled loudly, thrashing her body and attempting to pin the other cat down with her back. she twisted, and bit into the other cat - a she-cat's - paw, but the bite was only for a moment. the calico relaxed her body for a moment, then tried to kick at dearlea's hind legs.

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sorry, this is my first time role-playing a fight. Dx

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]colorpaw | calico she-cat | pick your difficulty | sunclan apprentice | No kill, permanent injuries allowed | No powers | #FFAB94

colorpaw started to snarl, but her eyes widened and she gasped for air as the other she-cat slammed down upon her stomach and diaphragm; and started shredding. she kicked the air senselessly, aiming for chest, flank, paw, muzzle, anything, until she could breath again. the sunclan apprentice tried to roll from the bloodclan bitch's claws, baring her fangs. if this cat wants to see blood, she can see her own. color managed to struggle backward a few feet, and stood, blood running from her stomach. it hurt like hell, and her legs were feeling weak still from the inability to breath a few moments ago. she flattened her ears and snapped her teeth at the she-cat, but didn't try to instigate another lock with the femme first. that was one of the stupidest things a young cat with no training could do.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]color paw | calico she-cat | pick your difficulty | sunclan apprentice | No kill, permanent injuries allowed | No powers | #FFAB94

colorpaw wasn't an idiot. she wasn't going to admit to this bloodclan scum that she hadn't any proper training. she snorted, dodging a few inches closer and taking a swipe at the femme's eyes with her claws. "you wish, fucker," she spat, flashing back to her starting position whether she'd made contact with the female or not. her sides heaved slightly. who was she up against? this demon couldn't be some little ol' pampered bloodclan kitty, she thought she was up against someone much bigger than that. the idea of winning against someone so big... warmth spread through her belly. the scratches stung, but thank god weren't life-threateningly deep, and the blood had slowed to a trickle as it began to clot and form scabs. she crouched low to the ground, every hair on her lithe body raised.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]colorpaw | calico she-cat | pick your difficulty | sunclan apprentice | No kill, permanent injuries allowed | No powers | #FFAB94

wait, color's by herself, not with anybody else...

also, i've got to go for tonight, and after that, i won't be very active for a few days [i'm not sure how active i'll be]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]her stomach was in shreds. sure, there were the little patches of blood and scratches and beginning bruises on her back and sides from her scuffle with dearlea, but her stomach and chest were bloody messes. her legs shook under her own small weight, and the calico femme stumbled into the medicine cat room, her breathing slightly ragged from the wounds inflicted on her body. she didn't have a proper mentor, she'd never gotten fighting training. what in the name of hell had made her think she could tangle with any cat, much less a bloodclan cat? they were brutal. blood ran down her legs and the moment she got inside, she let herself fall to her flank, wincing as the scratches and bites on her sides were pressed against the flooring.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]the callie looked up to him, panting slightly. her ears were flat against her head, her pupils were dilated and her tail was lashing, adrenaline still pumping from the battle. "i fought," she replied to the voice, not bothering to look at who was speaking. "i fought, and i've never had a mentor, or a second of battle training. plus, i fought against this she-cat... dear.. dearlea i think, was her name... is she someone important?" she squirmed slightly, trying to get comfortable, but colorpaw couldn't find a comfortable position; everywhere hurt. "because.. because i must say, even though i've never fought before, i could tell, she was really good.."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]her blood-splattered sides rose and fell sharply, beginning to grow nervous. she hadn't looked at her stomach, she didn't want to see. she wanted to ask if it was bad, but she'd look stupid. of course it was bad. she obeyed the medic and lapped at the cool, moss-soaked water, then pulled away for a moment. she'd look like some of those kits that thought they could fight a full grown cat or wolf just because they had powers: foolish and stupid. "... no.." she replied, looking away slightly. the fight had exhausted her, and her muscles were aching. it had been more physical exertion than she'd ever had before.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]The she-cat groaned. "Excuse my language, but I honestly don't give a fuck who helps, can someone just please do something?" they all seemed to be dancing around it, and she didn't know that medic apprentices needed to get permission first.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]the sunclan apprentice nodded to the the medic and lapped up the seeds, then rested her head against the ground. funny. while most of the apprentices were at the ball, she was in a fight, getting torn to shreds. sighing, she shifted her body to make it easier for the she-cat to get to the worst wounds.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]sorry for bad post Dx

"so i guess i just... lay here?" she rambled, resting her head against the ground and closing her blue eyes.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]the she-cat winced softly, gritting her teeth. "how long until i'm healed?" suddenly she was overflowing with questions. "what can i do and not do? how badly will this affect my training? will there be any permanent damage?" she had more, but this seemed like enough, for now.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]colorpaw blinked in surprise. "w-wow, really?" she tried not to let kitten-like excitement come off in her voice, but it was hard to hide how surprised you were. fuck, she'd gotten her internal organ practically hacked out through her stomach and chest cavity. the gen. 5 apprentice smiled down at her wounds slightly. she'd narrowly missed a lot of hell.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]that's alright.

no ideas </3

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the calico nodded and closed her blue eyes, allowing the poppy seed's calming effect work its way over her aching body.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]yup, thanks so much! locking

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]Gen. 5, daughter of Justdance x Acrylicpaints

Colorpaw was bored out of her mind. Bombshellpaw had ordered her to take it easy for a few weeks. She figured that that meant try not to leave your nest except to relieve yourself and eat. She groaned, burying her head into her nest. The hpr's scrabble with Dearlea had cost her a few weeks of training and a smooth, unscarred belly. now it was hacked to shreds, and there'd be scars on both her stomach and chest. the calico sighed and squirmed in her spot, trying to find a comfortable position. she just wanted someone to talk to.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]the wounded she-cat limped into the area, still favoring her left side. sure, the fight had been almost a week ago, but if she moved wrong, the nasty wounds on her stomach and chest were stretched the wrong way. sighing, the calico she-cat began to lay down to rest; and spotted a kit. her ears perked up instantly. "hello, little one!" colorpaw had always been a sucker for kits.

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