Posts by 99redballoons

Helo0o....

I'm 99redballoons. You can go ahead and call me that--or think of something ells. Whatever floats your boat.

I'm pretty experienced in writing and role playing, I'm not a macho-writer or anything but I have a few tricks up me sleeve.

Lol, I feel kind of stupid.

Well, I better tell you my life story some things about me.

I love pugs. Yes I mean the dog breed. But they're not a dog breed, they're like aliens from a faraway galaxy. I mean--have you SEEN those ginormous eyes they have?
I have a pug of my own--Elvis--Elvis Pugsley. (See that wordplay?) He is what keeps me alive, without him, I'd be dead. Yes, I mean it. I would dig myself a hole and rot away.

I have no friends, and I'm not kidding. NO friends. I guess I'm unlikable, haha.
I'm a bit of a rebel as well, and stubborn. Ooh, so stubborn. My way or no way. :)

If you want to know more then just ask.

She shivered as she kept walking and walking, every step hurt, every limb was sore. Her throat felt dry and raw, as if someone had come and clawed it while she was sleeping.

Valentine, a four moon old kitten who was half the size of what she should have been, was walking through Scarclan territory. Of course, she didn't know any better. Blood dripped from her pitch black fur with every step she took, her bloodshot ice blue eyes ached with pain as she was just about ready to give up.

Valentine nearly had a heart attack as she felt something touch her, immediately, she spun around to see a tom staring at her. "Uh--I..." She didn't know how respond, what would she say? And what was Scarclan? Questions filled her mind and she shook her head to clear her mind. "What's Scarclan?" she squeaked, the little kit felt idiotic and weak next to the tom who seemed to be strong and well fed. She became to feel light headed as strength vanquished from her body.

Valentine flinched as the tom's claw touched her chest, she sat down on reflex, as if it were a command. "S-sorry, I didn't know." She stuttered. The weak kitten knew deep inside that they would make her leave at some point, and tried to bind up the strength to keep herself alive for yet another journey.

"So, y-you cats live together?" Valentine asked, her eyes flickered with interest, she had never heard of such a thing.

Valentine jumped up with surprise, nearly falling into the cat she was already talking too. "I-I am Valentine." She said, her voice shaking with nervousness. What would he do? Kill? Torture? She shivered with anxiety as she bargained her chances of living, which were zero. She looked down at her paws until she realized she was completely vulnerable, dripping blood, tiny, hungry. This was a big mess she has gotten herself into. She decided to take her chances and act bold--something she was the complete opposite of, "D-do you live in um, Scarclan?" She asked, her throat burned with pain. Her body fidgeted as she looked up at the tom.

The small kitten looked at the older tom she had talked to first, she didn't know how to mask the scent of blood that was beginning to dry on her fur, if she did--she would. She wouldn't want to draw anymore attention then she already has.

Valentine looked at the other tom strangely and squinted her eyes. How had he felt her emotions? "It was an accident, I didn't know of any Scarclan before I ran into you both." she bowed her head, "I am truly sorry." she said quietly before looking up. The two cats she had met were both nice--really nice. The small kitten knew it would be merely in impossible, but, do they accept strangers into this Scarclan? Curiosity filled her head, until she decided to ask, what was it? Oh yes, a citizen. "Mind me asking, b-but do you mind telling me what a citizen is? You know, w-what you are." Valentine asked, turning her head to the side.

Hope filled Valentine 's eyes, they do! They really do accept the unknown into there clan. What friendly people. Before she could think of something mature and stable to say, she blurted out with excitement "Can I join?" Her eyes locked on the tom's, this could be the answer of a lifetime. Again, her body started to shake, but not with fear this time, with anticipation. The tiny kitten realized that she was on a dangerous degree stupidity and pipe dreaming. As if they would accept her? Really? As if. If this Scarclan really did accept foreigners, they would want strong, worthy ones. Not weak, bloody, small ones. She would never be invited into such a place--this was like wonderland, even if you were experiencing something so amazing, no one would believe you. And you would eventually have to leave. Valentine sighed as the hard truth of reality hit her, but still awaited the tom's reply.

Valentine nodded, "O-okay!" she hiccuped, excited one again. She hoped that there 'higher positions' would be as nice as they were. But the bloody kit knew that she had to keep her thoughts at prospective, if they did decline her--which was very likely and to be expected, she would thank them and move on. Nothing left to it. She would once again have to just find another place to live. Weather it'd be in a forest, the countryside, or just the middle of nowhere. But she had to hope, who knows? Maybe she would live in a castle.

She turned to the younger tom and shook her head, "'It's okay," she continued. "No need to waste your goods on me, it's really not that bad." Valentine looked at the wound and gave it a few licks. Even though it was soaring with pain, she wouldn't show weakness to them. And she surely would not want there 'healers' to waste all of there cobwebs on her. That would just be selfish.

Everpaw sat down in the middle of the camp, the ginger apprentice with emerald green eyes looked around for fellow clan mates. "Anyone up for a game of truth or dare?" she called, excitement in her voice.

Everpaw seconded the others, walking up to be with Citypaw and Fireflypaw. "And may I ask your age?" she said curiously, looking at Christa Renz's face to try and guess.

Everpaw smiled warmly at both the cats."Okay. Alakakit, truth or dare?" She asked the young tom, awaiting his response.

Everpaw stalked a mouse quietly, inching forward every now and then. She wiggled her haunches and was getting ready to pounce until something caught her eye, something big. It was also making a strange noise--definitely not your average chirp. She walked over calmly but with defense. "Excuse me, I see you have stumbled upon Windclan. Are you lost?" The young ginger furred she-cat asked, eyeing the bird of great size.

Everpaw walked up to see the battle training was in session. She scolded herself for not knowing until now, and leaped into action. "Anyone want to spar with me?" She asked, looking around for cats to fight.

OCC: Spacey : Wow, that is awkward! Lol, thanks for using your other cat by the way!

Everpaw waited for Alakakit's reply. While we wait for him, why doesn't someone ells take a turn?" She suggested, looking over at Christa. "Christa, truth or dare?" Everpaw asked, giving a soft grin.

Everpaw looked over at Alakakit, "Oops! Sorry about that. Anyway, hmm, I know!" Everpaw smiled, she knew what her dare would be, the ginger she-cat continued, I dare you too scream as loud as you can: 'I LIKE PINK POLKA DOTS AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO TALK ABOUT IT'" Everpaw laughed, imagining what the other cats reactions will be. After you achieve your dare, you can ask anyone of your choice to choose truth or dare. Everpaw told the kit, in case he hadn't played before.

Everpaw turned to Christa, "I dare you to run around the warriors den three times!" she said, smiling at her.

Valentine looked at the tom and let him put the cobwebs on her chest. "Th-hanks...That's very kind of y-you." She said, smiling for the first time in--well, forever. "Where should I meet the high positions?" She asked, looking at the tom seriously now. "I-I don't really know what to say them. She looked down at her paws.

Everpaw nodded warmly toward both of the new members of the game, "Of course, you both are welcome to join." She said kindly, continuing, While we wait for the others, why don't one of you ask someone 'truth or dare'? Everpaw said to them, looking at Superkit and Larsen.

Valentine's eyes widened, her wound felt better, a lot better. "Thank you for the cobwebs. She said, gesturing to the sticky substance that soaked up the blood on her chest. H-how do the high positions know I'm here? She asked, curiosity drowning her yet again. She shook all of the thoughts out of her head and began to focus on a bird chirping nearby. She then realized that she didn't know something-something quite important. She then found bravery--or what she thought was bravery to finally ask, "Um, sir, What is uh, your name?" she asked, becoming shy again.

Everpaw looked at Larsen, "Umm, Truth!" She said, Everpaw wasn't much of a risk taker, and didn't like the thought of getting into trouble. Although, truth can be harsh too--especially if they ask something embarrassing.

Valentine bowed her head to the tom whom she had met first. "I thank both of you, t-truly." she said, looking at the two toms. Her heartbeat quickened as she thought about the high positions, what if they hated her and turn her away? Very likely. But, just like Cecil said, be polite and promise to be loyal. That's all she could do, it could work for the better or for the worse. She sighed with with anticipation and nervousness, awaiting the high positions to come. She nodded at Cecil, the thought of encountering a not-so-animal, would...well, kind of suck. That would pretty much ruin the few good parts of her life. She looked at the two cats and asked shyly, What does Scarclan do? You know, in terms of living and stuff. Is it like...a-a family?" at the last part of the sentence her voice choked up, Valentine hadn't come from the best family, in fact, it wasn't much of a family at all. The tiny kit usually avoided conversation about her past, for it brought back pain and sorrow, two things that she already had too much of.