Posts by oldie quick

Oh cx

I'm bad at ships so-

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]The injured feline padded over at the call of Sharkweek. "Hey. I'm Whiplash." he greeted with a nod.

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]Currently he has like, three friends more acquaintances really, no love interest, apprentice, but isn't looking to join a family since he's a pretty secretive guy who doesn't trust many people. Some drama could rise up due to the fact that he has a hard time getting close to others and doesn't have connections with many. Like, if someone he knows is dead, then he won't cry or anything and sometimes has to fake his sorrow and panic. So maybe someone can change that?

So pLOT AWAY MY PRETTIES!

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]Oh great. Another washed up, saddened soul that he had come across. Nothing new.

Whiplash had some pretty messed up stuff happen to him too, but he didn't feel the need to mope about it like some did. Not that Momo and many other people were wallowing, but he was extremely insensitive almost a hundred percent of the time. However, whenever he met a sorrowful being, he never turned away and acted like it wasn't his problem; so that said something, right? I mean, when he saw the canine he didn't continue strolling, but instead moseyed over with a friendly wave of the tail. "Hey there, I haven't seen you around here." he greeted with a warm smile, keeping off if his bad ankle as he stood.

I cannot make fancy graphics and fancyposts because I play off of my IPhone like I'm totes jellee.

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]It was a nice, warm day for those whom resided in BlizzardClan. It was awfully cloudy, but the sun shone and cast a comfortable heat down upon the Earth. There was little wind, only a slight breeze to rustle the treetops; and it all screamed today is a perfect day for a run. It was true, such a proclaim, and it seemed that the only one who would take up the offer of the mid afternoon would have been Whiplash. Though he couldn't go out to his track and sprint around, no, he was even forbidden from leaving camp! Having been captured by the Insignia for close to four days cost him much. He had a twisted ankle, which would be fine within a few days, they said, and several gashes and scratches that had made a complete mess of his fur. Thankfully all the glass had been removed, but he was still working on getting the blood stains out of his snowy white pelt. He was sore and it somewhat hurt to move around all that much, although he still did walk around, even if the medics forbid him to; he even snuck out into the territory once or twice. What he didn't do, of course, was run. He just couldn't force his body to do it, not yet. It was still constantly on his mind.

The domestic feline was perched up on a ledge of boulder, his long tail hanging over the edge and flicking back and forth. He looked inexplicably bored beyond belief, as if he would kill just to be able to go do something. In the smart, he also seemed rather irritable; but I have to ask, wouldn't you if you we're someone whom was always on their feet though could now barely stand? He seemed to be letting his mind wander and think over several topics. He wondered if anyone cleared his track for him while he was gone. Oh, he wouldn't ever be able to repay such a being. He doubted anyone had done such a thing, however. Then, distracting him from his thoughts, the tomcat realized that his muscles had started to twitch. Oh, he was just itching to go do something; anything!

Having Pietro Maximoff Syndrome kind of sucked.

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]The injured feline padded forth, pricking his ears with interest. Well, wasn't this news. Whiplash had found the offer to be fairly profound and he thought of it almost unlikely. However, ScarClan, or the Dominion now, weren't ones to throw offers around lightly, so he was having second thoughts. They still needed their Barbie leader to arrive before anything is to be made official, though.

&& Dodger's avvie is so adorable I can't even. &&

Quick little sketch of Lash being pouty because he can't go out of the camp.

It's kinda bad but

I agree with you, Pompeii cx

Also thread that inspired such sketch

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1641636.0

That's terrifying ;-;

Not really but

Uh.

Shipss.

I feel like the name Whiplash doesn't merge well with any names cx

LASH X MOSIAC THREAD?

Okay well I stand corrected never mind pfft.

I just killed off one of my former Elitist's very dramatically in the BHR and he was such a sweetie pie who loved everyone like why.

I was to inactive with him.

Well I'm in school right now but I'll make it later, Yin <3

We're just having a free time right now so ROLEPLAY

Oh Lash is going to be so pouty like he'll probably complain that he can't go on a raid due to his wounds.

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]Early in the morning, far before anyone else had arisen, had Whipash moseyed out of the Medicine Den, limped his way over to a ledge made from boulder, and lay there almost miserably. He had been captured in the Insignua for about four days and had his share of wounds to which the medics forbid him from leaving for about a week. For someone who was constantly up an about and barely slept, this was heart shattering news. He had snuck out a few times but, over all, he decided that all he could do was lay on the ledge. Of course, that isn't all that he'd do.

For Mosaic

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1642920.new#new

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]Once again had he snuck out of camp against the will of certain medicine cats, only to venture into the territory with nothing better to. He may have been battered up a bit, there was still a small amount of blood staining his pelt, though he could fend for himself even with a bad ankle! One of the most independent and stubborn beings was he, to say the least. He was one whom was always on his feet, no matter what, and some injuries weren't going to stop that! However, it seemed to be that he came across the most unfortunate events when he was out of camp, which dampened his spirits a bit; and this predicament was a prime example. Whiplash was simply out walking when he dribbled upon the dead feline and the loner leaning over it. At first, he didn't know how to react, then instincts am hostility took over. "Stay right where you are." the alabaster feline hissed as he slowly neared the unknown person. "Who are you?"

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]"Someone looks chipper." Whiplash mused, leaning off of the rock ledge he was settled on. He had noticed the fox as she strolled so comfortably into camp, so he guessed that she was a member. A new one, maybe, or multiple possessions. He couldn't tell at the given moment, so he acted like he knew whom he was speaking to for the sake of gathering information. The pastel coloring gave him an idea of who she was, however. Giving a somewhat smug smile, he spoke once again. "What's up?"

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]Whiplash chuckled, allowing one of his front forearms to dangle over the ledge. "How interesting; to wake up and find that you're in a different body. I'm glad that doesn't happen to me." he winced at the slightest, as his soft laughter had stung the soreness of his flank. He continued the conversation, however. "Did you retrieve your other body?"

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]Upon hearing the call to gather, Whiplash had just what was expecte of him. He was awfully sore due to his wounds and found it somewhat difficult to walk around a whole lot, but he pushed himself over the limit anyway. It may be a stupid decision, but to him it was only expected.

Whilst listening to the announcements he sat simply within the crowd. At the end of Mosaicstar's speech his eyes had widened. Vanilliacub was a kitten! Well, there had been some more obscured happened, and there wasn't a doubt that she deserved it; so, glancing around for the tigress, he praised her a job well done.

//rushed

Woo! Congrats, Yang!! cx

[align=center][font=times new roman][size=8]"Hm. Well, pretty cool. You could totally kick some ass with your new body." the alabaster feline had replied. He didn't have any fancy powers like everyone else seemed to have. He had Super Senses, at least; but some people could control flowers and, well, shapeshift. He could only hear things at far distances.

But hey: at least he's fast.