Posts by Chunky

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    [br][size=5]Star[/size]
    [size=4] of No Clan
    [br]
    [br]Pelt: Black with White Star
    Eyes: Copper


    [br]I am a battle-scarred stallion with serene eyes and a strange whorl of hair on my back. I can't gallop very fast, but you will never find a more loyal friend than me.
    [br]I once lived with humans on a farm, but then the humans abandoned the farm and I was forced to fend for myself.

    ~ Tyler || Jay || Lockwood ~
    ~ 19 ~
    ~ Male ~
    ~ Damsel and Jay ~
    ~ flirty, cautious and secretive ~
    ~ He never had much if a history, most of his family was murdered ~
    ~ Maya ~
    ~ Straight ~
    ~ Open ~
    ~ Other ~



    ~ Damsel in Distress / MockingJay ~
    ~ Damsel / Jay ~
    ~ 4 / 9 ~
    ~ Mare / Stallion ~
    ~ Friesian crossbreed / Throughbreed and Hanoverian cross ~
    ~ Up For Lease / Up For Stud ~
    ~ Damsel is a fancy Friesian who prefers dressage / Jay, due to being a racehorse once, loves to gallop ~
    ~ Damsel was bought as a foal / Jay was stolen after being abused at a racecourse ~
    ~ Distresses Maid X However or Never / Antique Gem X Mockingbird ~
    ~ Open / Open ~
    ~ Open / Open ~
    ~ None / None ~
    ~ Other ~

    {{ thanks }}


    Tyler rolled his eyes as Damsel and another mare came galloping side by side, narrowly missing him. His mare did have an eye for competition. Tyler slipped the headcoller over her ears, leading her out while closing the gate. He glanced over at the Stallions field. Jay waited paitently at the gate, gazing around boredly, considering he wasn't hungry. Tyler trotted towards the stables, dropping Damsel off at a stable. He hurried to get Jay in before any rain came.

    As Jay trotted restlessly around, Tyler kicked on and jumped the cross country log. Even though it was only 2ft 9, Jay jumped it at 3ft just to make sure. Making a sharp turn, Tyler flew over a water jump he hadn't seen. Only just managing to stay on, he calmed Jay down. He saw Maya in the school and the two girls talking. probably about dressage or somrthing! he though.

    Thornfang picked up some dock, mixing in some thyme and chervil for the new queen who was kitting. He purred at the thought of new kits, loving his job all the more. However, he had noticed the leader staring at him a lot and over the moons he had grown.. Rather fond of her. He shrugged off the feeling. i can't have a mate anyway a sharp pang reminded him.

    "Hey Quitestar! You're going to need some herbs if you're traveling soon, it's not easy being leader, eh?' He laughed, taking out his pre-made package. Awkward silence trapped him. "Are you picking a mate yet?" Ha asked her. "Every leader has kits, Tom or she-cat" he flicked his tail, embarresedc

    The plot:


    Cinderpaw has fallen in love with a rouge, however, will she choose her clan over her mate? Would her clan accept her as a rouge? She lived by the warrior code, and had never strayed from it. She needs her mate to understand desperately, but time is running out and the battle for survival will take place soon, cat against cat, claws against flesh, and more Importantly- Rouge against Warrior.


    Name:
    Age:
    Rouge or clanmate?:
    Crush:
    Mate?:
    Picture or description:


    Rouges:


    Clanmates:
    Cinderpaw.

    Username:
    Name: Roanpelt - Foampelt
    Gender: Female - Male
    Looks: blue and white roan with grey paws and blue eyes - white pelt with grey streaks and blue icy eyes.
    Who you want as a mate/crush: Thunderstar / Romancestar - SilverFrost
    want any kits?: yes - yes
    Personality: loving, kind and faithful throughout her whole life no matter what. However, she plays hard to get and she is a med cat. - Foampelt is a Tom with steam. He loves to race and hates when he is played with. He will pursue you like prey until he has finally befriended you.


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Roanpelt[/size]
    [size=5]Of Skyclan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: blue
    Pelt: but and white roan
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a glossy furred she-cat with deep, thoughtful eyes and a round face with a snub nose. I tend to get in trouble a lot, but I can tell an amazing story.


    History: My father was killed by a mountain lion.