Posts by Nairda

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  • my F A M I L Y needs a H E R O [joining]

    Frightened by the conflict between his mother and a unknown cat has made Nairda speechless, shifting his vision between them he gets the courage and steps out from behind his mother "Mama. you don't have to fight for me" Stares at the unknown cat in his mothers way "Don't hurt her... I want my mother safe " Looks at Softdapple "I Love you mama"

  • my F A M I L Y needs a H E R O [joining]

    Watches his mother leave the border and turns to look at the cat that made his mother leave "My name is Nairda as you already know, and who might you be?" a intense anger growing towered the cat who caused the separation of him and his mother.

  • a T E S T of a K I T [open]

    Nairda looks at the kit and steps closer, knowing a fight was going to take place. "I won't use my claws unless I'm fighting to kill" Gets into a stance, ready to pounce on my opponent "You make the first move Green Eyes" Narrows my eyes at the kit.

  • a T E S T of a K I T [open]

    Unsuspecting the speed of the kitten Nairda is hit by her, then she slams into me and makes me topple over, but this was a advantage for him because of her light body and my strength, Nairda uses his hind legs to toss the kit into the air just enough for him to get up and make a pounce on her. (If he's able to pounce on her, he claps his paws on her muzzle to disorient her)

  • a T E S T of a K I T [open]

    -Sorry love ill try and keep it one or the other- Nairda sees the chance to dodge and in doing so he gets trapped by the kit on his back, Nairda looks around and sees a mid size rock and dashes to it, he slides with is back to the rock, thankful that the kit is still on his back, meaning that the kit on him will get the impact of the rock instead. (if the impact was successful Nairda will swipe at the kitten on her chest and muzzle while shes down, if the impact fails Nairda will take the full force of the impact leaving him exposed)

  • a T E S T of a K I T [open]

    The Kitten had landed a successful hit on Nairda making him lose his focus on his strikes, the kit had knocked him over with a headbutt and in doing so she trapped him on the rock. "Gah!" Nairda notices her protecting her chest with her paws as she strikes him. This gives him a idea. Nairda takes bite at one of her paws while she strikes him (If the bite works he pulls her down and Nairda traps her beneath him while he bites her scruff)

  • a T E S T of a K I T [open]

    Nairda loosens his grip on her scruff thinking that he won already in her state, takes a step back. But that was already his mistake. The kit charges at him at full force and traps him to the ground with her claws on his neck. Nairda gives in. Knowing his mistake and thus goes limp, looking at the kit who bested him.

  • Look what I T E S T E D! [high position needed]

    The tom's tail flickers at the feeling of the kit touching his flank, knowing that this is for reassurance he speaks "I can already tell that this place is a dangerous one and i know that any moment one of you can strike at me. But you don't need to be alarmed, I'm just a stray looking for a home. By my own judgement i know that this clan has the best safety among any other place" Nairda walks to the elder cats in front of him and bows his head "Please accept me, if you do i will pledge my loyalty to the clan, you can use me as you wish. A warrior, healer, hunter, or even use me to pick up dung off the floor... I will do anything" Nairda is trying to keep calm, hoping that he can fulfill his mothers wish of getting a better life.

  • Look what I T E S T E D! [high position needed]

    Nairda looks behind him at the kit and her mother, he notices a black cat behind them but that doesn't worry him. if they wanted to kill me they would've done it already "So now I ask all of you, am I accepted into the clan? I have proven my worth. If more proof needs to be shown then so be it. All I want is a better life."

  • -- insert laf title right here -- [p:: Nairda]

    Nairda looks in wonder at the she-cat. letting the information sink in. "So if second tier can accept new cat's in the clan..." Nairda gets closer and whispers in her ear "Can i get my mother in?" Nairda steps back and looks at her with a igniting fire blazing in his eyes, he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly "Thank you for helping me Acantha. You are a good cat, and a wonderful friend" Nairda mews, he walks ahead of her slightly "Ill become a second tier... or better yet ill be a third tier, i can't possibly be a leader I would probably die before that happens" Looks behind his shoulder at Acantha "Will you help me?"

  • -- insert laf title right here -- [p:: Nairda]

    "Interesting... So how did you learn to fight like that? When you fought me it seemed like you we're already trained to kill. Did you do some secret training?" Nairda walks at a faster pace "oh and I want to find some sparring partners so i can rank up faster and learn more, your already one of them. But maybe we can round up at least five or six more cats to have a large-size sparring session" Nairda mewed.

  • {{ ѕтυcĸ ιn a тιмe-loop oғ deaтн... [open]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; border-radius: 0px 25px 25px 0px; width: 500px; height: 375px; background: url(http://i448.photobucket.com/al…k-and-white-tree-lake.jpg); background-size: 530px 400px]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -17px; width: 250px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black]"You don't have to go, Nairda. Stay here with us." The sweet voice of the brown tabby he'd grown up with filled his mind and his golden eyes pierced into the beautiful tabby. She was as pretty as the day he'd met her, as a shivering kitten. But those times were over.




    "I'm sorry, 'Cantha. I can't stay. The world out there... there's nothing for me here." He changed his words as he lowered his head, a tender look filling his eyes. "I'll never forget all you've done for me." He whispered as he touched her muzzle with his, watching the sadness fill her beautiful mossy green eyes. He was finally leaving BloodClan, escaping the terror that'd always gripped him.




    "I'll look after you, Nairda, don't go!" Acantha begged, but the calico tom turned away from her and began the long walk through the heat of the desert towards the borderlands. "Please, Nairda!" She called after him.




    "I'll miss you. I always loved you." Nairda whispered as he broke into a run and disappeared into the bushes at the edge of the territory.




    The calico tom awakened with a start, his body feeling as though it were freezing where he lay under a yew bush, his golden eyes taking in the territory he currently sheltered in. ShadowClan. He remembered and groaned, burrowing his face in his paws. He could still smell the sickly sweet scent of Acantha in his nose, toying with his inner emotions. The ten month old growled and closed his eyes, longing for the return of his dream but the peeking sun had awakened him, that and the gnawing, bitter-sweet memories his dream had left him with.




    Sighing, the loner pushed to his paws and crawled from the yew bush with deft certainty, today was the day he'd make himself known to the ShadowClan members. The calico tom gave himself a brisk cleaning, though his wiry fur refused to lay flat as he looked around him calmly, it was time to go. With a certain air of confidence, the bold tom marched out and deeper into the territory, sitting himself in a blast of sunlight that caused his pelt to burn. With that movement he let out a terrifying yowl, one that could be taken in many forms. Challenge. Pain. All of it seemed to burst forth from his large appearance. Yet, he looked oddly feminine with his calico pelt, if it'd been sleek some might take him for a large she-cat.




    Shaking out his pelt, the previously named Nairda blinked his eyes. I am Patchedpaw now. He reminded himself sternly and smiled at the haunting memories of when his mother had first named him Nairda. She'd liked the name, yet when she left him in BloodClan she all but disappeared from his life, causing a bit of pain to linger like the scars of a burn. Forget her. He snorted and looked around with his golden optics for signs of the deputies who each controlled a territory.[/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; width: 200px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black][size=9pt]☀ Interaction ☀[/size]
    put name in orangered
    difficult
    no kill
    pm for capture/serious injure




    [size=9pt]☀ Information ☀[/size]
    Apprentice
    No Clan
    American Short-Hair
    Generation IV
    #cinlook




    [size=9pt]☀ Powers ☀[/size]
    Possession




    [size=9pt]☀ Parents ☀[/size]
    Softdapple
    Red




    [size=9pt]☀ Siblings ☀[/size]
    Jilly
    Darce
    Chirrup




    [size=9pt]☀ Nieces/Nephews ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --




    [size=9pt]☀ Children ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --[/fancypost]

    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-size: 6pt; color: black]copywrite © cinderella rin[/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • {{ ѕтυcĸ ιn a тιмe-loop oғ deaтн... [open]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; border-radius: 0px 25px 25px 0px; width: 500px; height: 375px; background: url(http://i448.photobucket.com/al…k-and-white-tree-lake.jpg); background-size: 530px 400px]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .8; border: 0px; margin-top: 35px; margin-left: -15px; width: 500px; height: 300px][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 0px; border-radius: 0px 25px 0px 0px; width: 350px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: -15px; font-family: Cheap Fire; font-size: 40pt; color: #F87D1F]Patchedblaze[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -17px; width: 250px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black]The calico tom blinked his eyes with a small smirk as his eyes shifted between the three who'd suddenly appeared. "The name is Patchedpaw." After a moment of silence his smirk shifted to one of mischievous intent. "I come from BloodClan, just looking for a place to settle. The desert doesn't suit my fancy." The coolly composed tom smiled at the one who'd addressed him, Gloire, a komodo dragon. He'd not seen many, though he'd seen several alligators.




    Patchedpaw looked between the three faces once more and rose to his paws, his long legs, inherited by his mother like most of his appearance, did not shake as he stared down the creature's who'd come to greet him. Mother. Pah. Like she ever meant anything. The only one even remotely able to say they care is Acantha. The tom thought with a sneer as he looked at the three animals. "I'm looking to reside in ShadowClan." He stated.[/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; width: 200px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black][size=9pt]☀ Interaction ☀[/size]
    put name in orangered
    difficult
    no kill
    pm for capture/serious injure




    [size=9pt]☀ Information ☀[/size]
    Apprentice
    No Clan
    American Short-Hair
    Generation IV
    #cinlook




    [size=9pt]☀ Powers ☀[/size]
    Possession




    [size=9pt]☀ Parents ☀[/size]
    Softdapple
    Red




    [size=9pt]☀ Siblings ☀[/size]
    Jilly
    Darce
    Chirrup




    [size=9pt]☀ Nieces/Nephews ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --




    [size=9pt]☀ Children ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --[/fancypost]

    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-size: 6pt; color: black]copywrite © cinderella rin[/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • {{ ѕтυcĸ ιn a тιмe-loop oғ deaтн... [open]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; border-radius: 0px 25px 25px 0px; width: 500px; height: 375px; background: url(http://i448.photobucket.com/al…k-and-white-tree-lake.jpg); background-size: 530px 400px]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .8; border: 0px; margin-top: 35px; margin-left: -15px; width: 500px; height: 300px][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 0px; border-radius: 0px 25px 0px 0px; width: 350px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: -15px; font-family: Cheap Fire; font-size: 40pt; color: #F87D1F]Patchedblaze[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -17px; width: 250px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black]Swearing loyalties again. What was with these damn clans? Did they believe he'd gone there to spy? Sneering the tom meowed, "I swear loyalty to ShadowClan."[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: 10px; width: 200px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; color: black][size=9pt]☀ Interaction ☀[/size]
    put name in orangered
    difficult
    no kill
    pm for capture/serious injure




    [size=9pt]☀ Information ☀[/size]
    Apprentice
    No Clan
    American Short-Hair
    Generation IV
    #cinlook




    [size=9pt]☀ Powers ☀[/size]
    Possession




    [size=9pt]☀ Parents ☀[/size]
    Softdapple
    Red




    [size=9pt]☀ Siblings ☀[/size]
    Jilly
    Darce
    Chirrup




    [size=9pt]☀ Nieces/Nephews ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --




    [size=9pt]☀ Children ☀[/size]
    -- n/a --[/fancypost]

    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-size: 6pt; color: black]copywrite © cinderella rin[/fancypost][/fancypost]