Posts by The-Noodle-in-the-Corner

Almondrain looked at him curiously. What was that glint in his eyes? Just then the leaders began to speak.

Almondrain looked at him quizzically. "'Course not. It's a gathering!"

Almondrain smiled. She'd never had a ShadowClan friend before, and she'd always been told ShadowClan were evil and cruel. Well, this tom was rather sweet and definitely not living up to that description... she'd make sure to tell her sister that.

The ThunderClan leader concluded the Gathering.

Almondgaze nudged him. "Stop glancing at me like that, you handsome thing! Pay attention!"

Almondrain stuttered. "Umm..." her skin turned red-hot under her fur, and her eyes glinted nervously. "For a ShadowClan warrior, you are. But that's not saying much," she hoped her tone helped convey the message she was trying to carry.

sorry I'm going to be gone for like 15 minutes. I'll try to come back ASAP.

I'm back. Though like 12 hours later, not 15 minutes lol.

Almondrain smiled at Jaggedgorse. My my, so many interesting cats were at the Gathering today! "I'm Almondrain," she meowed, tilting her head slightly.

Almondrain smiled back without hesitation. "Thanks," she meowed pleasantly. She rose her fluffy tail slightly in the air, its tip curling. "Jaggedgorse ...... that's pretty unique, too. I mean, why were you called Jaggedkit? Surely not because of your handsome face~" Almondrain forgot she was among other Clan toms.

Water swept through the she-cat's long, silky fur, making it cloud around her on the shore. The cold sun lit the water around her, making it sparkle and illuminating the strange markings on the she-cat's fur, and highlighting her immense beauty.

The cat lay still in the water, drifting away from the world.

BASIC PLOT:

PLOT TWISTS APPRECIATED

The cat on the shore wakes up to the sniffing of a handsome tom (which you can make a form to roleplay) and has absolutely no idea what just happened and who she is. The tom takes her to camp, where all the Clan cats are (meaning, many cats are needed for this RP). Etcetera etcetera. Eventually the cats fall in love, er whatever.

Then the she-cat is possessed by memories that begin to trickle in her mind, and the suspense and death begin.

You can hop in or fill out the form (IDC, just join; though forms are nice so we have more info)

NAME:
RANK:
CLAN:
AGE:
LOOKS:
OTHER:

Here's mine:

NAME: (unknown, later however she is called "Echo")
RANK: washed ashore
CLAN: unknown (what if she washed up from another Clan?)
AGE: unknown (but still bright with youth and vitality)
LOOKS: silky she-cat, extraordinarily beautiful with dark pelt swirled with black markings; purplish blue eyes
OTHER: lol; she just kinda washed ashore-- not much known about her at this point

Almondrain laughed.

Meanwhile the leaders concluded the Gathering and the cats began to group back up into Clans to go home.

Almonrain stood and purred. "Well, erm, I guess see you next Gathering?" she meowed uncertainly. I wish we could talk more! she thought.

It's fine. We can start rp-ing now, if you like. Oh, and if possible could you direct members of your Clan to this post?

IC:

The pretty she-cat lay unconscious in the water.

So basically this is going to be a crazy forbidden love, breakup, get back together thread of wonderment :)

Moondapple is a ThunderClan she-cat, but when she meets a force greater than loyalty, how far will she go for her love? And how far will she go for revenge when that love breaks?

Moondapple: pale silver she-cat with long, thick fur dappled/striped with darker black markings, and bright blue eyes.

Male is needed :)

Of course I don't mind if you join What Clan is he in?

Ok :3

Shall we begin?

Moondapple sat neatly, with her paws tucked under her, waiting for the Gathering to start. She was seated at the edge of a clump of ThunderClan warriors, listening idly as her sister, Appleheart, chattered on about a squirrel or something or other. Moondapple wasn't really paying attention, though. She was eyeing all the cats around her, taking in the vast array of coat colors and different Clan scents.

"Hi," Moondapple replied, slightly surprised at how the RiverClan tom had decided to just plunk himself down right next to her. She'd almost snapped, "What do you want, fishbreath?" but caught herself in time. This is a Gathering, she reminded herself. Be friendly, not feisty. Even so, she shuffled her paws slightly so she wasn't so close to the tom.

Moondapple was taken slightly by surprise. How dare he insult ThunderClan! "Why are you so interested in our former kittypets?" she answered coolly. "Were you friends with them before you left your Twolegs?" She glanced at his lean, but well-fed body. "If you left your Twolegs?"

For whatever reason, Moondapple found herself laughing, completely lost for a cutting retort. She batted him playfully with her paw. "No, he sent them all to RiverClan," she finally gasped. She knew of the hardships RiverClan had suffered in the past because of Twolegs, like when they had to move camp due to the many Twoleg nests that came in Greenleaf.

Moondapple rolled her eyes, wrapping her thick, fluffy tail around her paws. "I think they'll start in a little while." She glanced up at the sky. "They better start soon," she added. "It's already Moonhigh."

Moondapple shifted uncomfortably, frowning. "That was a long time ago," she mumbled evasively. "Who's the tom?" she said, flicking her ears at the tom's brother.