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  • Westeros

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Just gonna ditto Pax. Most people are against them but pretend not to be.


    But yeah. My Lannister was a cheetah named Tyvian, so he could be the father of yours or something. Whatever you want.

  • DarkClan Lieutenant Babies (pls love them, pls protect)

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]wait darkclan me wants


    working name is wildkit


    notes

  • people stop and stare || open + kittens

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]He'd been safe and content, snuggled against his mother and siblings, and life was good until, abruptly, he'd been gently pushed away into a small hollow. Despite the warmth of his siblings behind him, he was cold. He'd whined quietly, but his mother had not returned, and neither had the food that his stomach ached for. He was unaware of the passing time, and his crying became sporadic.


    Finally, finally, the chill was blocked by a large body. He burrowed against it, movements feeble but needy. He was still hungry, so hungry, but when he moved his face, he could not find that which gave milk. He cried out pathetically, mewling insistently, unaware that he had just been named.

  • for character critique

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]I semi-agree with Dammek and Heph. A lot of your characters have been cool and stoic, but lots haven't (I'm thinking mostly Thrandy when he was with Morsmorde in SkC, when I seem to recall him just being very childish, Cambyses, and that one BloodClanner whose name I can't remember.)


    When most of our characters seem to have in common is that they're driven. They're very passionate and they're doers. They tend to be calm and confident and basically natural leaders. They just don't seem at all insecure or the type who would second guess a decision.

  • THE NEW DARKCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]hello strangers
    just gonna sit here and pretend i know how to make conversation this will be fun

  • ANNOUNCEMENT [&] STRIKE WITH THE STRONGEST HAND

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]An announcement? Oh - that would be fun, right? Wildkit plodded toward the gather DarkClanners, a small frown marring his features as he tried to spot his family. Where was Duskheart, Nukakit, and Heronkit? It seemed to be ages until he found them, and by then Yuuma was already talking. He only got the gist of the announcement: less yummies and more sleepytime. He wasn't sure that he liked that, and he huffed silently, pouting up at Duskheart as though his father could change all of this. He tried phrasing an objection, but nothing seemed to work, and frustrated, he exploded at the oh so dreadful news that they'd be hearing the rabbit in the moon story. "But I don't like space stories! I'm not going to bed if you read about the rabbit in the moon."

  • CAN'T RUN (Open, OOC meet and greet)

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Wildkit wasn't totally sure what an ooc meet and greet was, but it didn't sound very fun. For starters, it was new, and new meant that he didn't know how he was supposed to behave and what he was meant to do. Still, he padded over, because he did know what a cookie was, and experience had proved that they were good. He liked food.


    "You didn't all say your names," he complained, lashing his tail and dropping down besides Heronkit. 'Greet' meant introduce yourself, didn't it? They were all breaking the rules. "I'm not gonna talk to you if you don't say your name." Except Heronkit, anyway, but only because they were brothers, so he was a special case. "I'm Wildkit, and human food so is good for you. Food's 'portant to getting big and strong."


    // hi, everyone! i'm pounce. i'm a little baby on the site, only here since 2012. none of my characters are really super active right now, but i want to change that with wild, so we'll see. uh. i also like doing things and existing and so on. right. that's basically it.

  • THE NEW DARKCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD

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    zenzan wrote:


    POUNCE YOU LITTLE POOP


    GUESS WHO'S IN DC


    zen shh i'm undercover
    you may address me as mr. poop


    I saw Wilson. Is he here?
    i don't have masked anymore but that's fine bc really what we need is wesley

  • DARKCLAN MEETING 11/20 [&] RAGING SHADOWS LOOMING

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Wildkit might have gotten sidetracked as he'd headed toward the meeting area. He wasn't nearly as energetic as his name suggested (although, to be fair, his fur was messy enough to be described a wild, so the name wasn't a complete lie), but he more than made up for it in pure contrariness. It wasn't like he'd planned to wander off, anyway, so that couldn't even be held against him. His attention had just been caught by a spider creeping across the floor. He'd managed to squash it beneath one silvery paw, and now, trudging toward the others, he displayed it proudly for the benefit of Duskheart and Nukakit. "Look what I found."

  • i've thought less and less of you // open

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Wildkit was at that age when he was just beginning to form opinions about everyone and everything, and he stilled hadn't learned when to keep from stating them. Having wandered toward the group, unaware of exactly what a joiner was - either you were a DarkClanner or you weren't, and you couldn't go from one to other could you? He had, in fact, done just that, but he'd only been a few days old when Father had found him and his siblings by the border, too young to remember life before DarkClan - he cast a disgusted look toward Koda, as if asking how should could be so stupid. "That's 'cause he didn't say his name." You can't know something if no one ever told you, could you? No, you couldn't.


    He wasn't sure that he liked the wolf. Zedekiah looked as though he was challenging them; it made Wild want to raise his own hackles in return. If he was tense, the kitten misinterpreted it as anger. In short, the wolf seemed mean. He didn't know anyone who liked meanies. Having no desire to seem intimidated, he turned his gaze toward the newcomer and offered, "Your eyes are a funny color." That wasn't meanness. It was an observation.

  • Leaving

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Aww, Jab, gonna miss you. I always looked up to you. Best of luck!

  • DARKCLAN MEETING 11/20 [&] RAGING SHADOWS LOOMING

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Duskheart didn't seem all that pleased with his spider. A thoughtful frown drifted over Wildkit's features as he allowed the older tom to help him wipe the spider away. What was wrong with it? He'd expected more excitement, but perhaps spider hunting wasn't nearly as amazing as he had thought.


    Before he could drift too much down that line of thought, Righthook barreled toward Yuuma. The kitten sat, frozen, watching as the leader was attacked. But . . . why? Unca' Righthook wasn't a traitor; although he did not know exactly what the word meant, he understood that it was bad, and he refused to believe that of the feline.


    He shook slightly, uncomprehending. Nukakit and Hayseed were racing off, just like they'd been told to do, and it occurred to him that he should follow. He couldn't bring himself to, though, and instead took a few hesitant steps back, watching the scene play out wide-eyed. Finally it was all over. The meeting was being postponed. Wildkit barely registered the leader's words, too caught up in the moment. Shivering, he waited without knowing why, rooted in place.

  • ANNOUNCEMENT [&] STRIKE WITH THE STRONGEST HAND

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Lots of stories? Oh. Well, he could handle that. Nodding uncertainty, Wildkit screwed up his eyes in thought. "Make one up," he decided, "About a dragon-pirate-ninja." A juice box also sounded good, and he resolved to be on his best behavior. He didn't want Duskheart to change his mind, or, worse, only tell space stories.

  • is there anyone onsite who intimidates you?

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    rebs is very scary
    the scariest

  • wtf brain @ me


    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 10pt georgia]you would


    but anyway, yes
    also, who here planned how murder fairytale creatures? /I'm looking at you, Tooth Fairy

  • i need help

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; width=75px; text-align: justify; font: 10pt georgia]sorry, it's impossible


    astraea : you're wonderful, you don't need to change