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Posts by thelionqueen17
This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.
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template created by fang[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#F6E0C2; borderwidth=0px; height: 200px; width: 230px; margin-left: -5px; border-left: 5px solid white; overflow: auto; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: black;]Balletkit lounged in camp, her good front paw picking at the grass underfoot. She had been through an extensive period of inactivity, so she highly doubted many remembered her, but the gray point still made an effort to stick around. After all, the kitten rather liked it in SkyClan and didn't plan on leaving, especially after she had been adopted by Onestar. So the tiny feline pushed herself to her feet and limped over to find something to do. -
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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]Her morning had an interesting start, to say the least. It had begun by waking on the raft she'd fallen asleep on - only to find it was swept away by the river during her deep slumber. Fortunately for her, she wasn't floating away from anything important. Her parents had died saving her from a very angry group of beavers, and she had no siblings. However, despite that, she still had a significant problem on her paws.
Though she hadn't been going anywhere in particular, she did hear stories about groups of cats that lived together. Little Sydneykit had been searching for them when she had been taken away by the raft. Before, the small gray and white tabby had a good idea of where they might be. But now, miles from her previous location, she was hopelessly lost and dripping wet from having to save herself from her earlier predicament. Stepping tenderly over the RiverClan border, she prayed that someone would come by soon to lead her in the right direction or at least offer her some aid.
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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]Would you mind doing a river-themed one?
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[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: right]SYDNEYHARBOUR !?
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]At the appearance of the lynx kitten, she let out a breath of relief. Civilization! Finally! As Timberkit began to speak, offering her berries and acting quite flirtatious, she couldn't help but giggle a little with a smile that was impossible to hide. However, as he continued on, her interest was caputred and her silly mood instantly changed to that of growing excitement, which showed in her tone. "Pardon, but did you say Clan?" Not waiting for an answer, the gray-spotted feline continued to say, "My name is Sydneykit, or Sydney, and I've actually been looking for this place!" The beam on her face was hard to miss as her vibrant green eyes prompted Timber for an answer.
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[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: right]SYDNEYHARBOUR !?
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]Little Sydney skipped over to see the ceremonies. She wasn't yet old enough to become an apprentice (she had to wait another whole moon for that) but until then, she could allow herself to be thrilled by the coming of age of others. After all, it was her understanding that Clans were just like big families, meaning she should be happy for those excited to gain their new titles.
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[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: right]SYDNEYHARBOUR !?
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]Looking to see an older cat walk up, she cast him a smile. "Oh, I was hoping that I could join." Her eyes remained optimistic as they flickered back and forth from Oaktail to Timber.
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[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: right]SYDNEYHARBOUR !?
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman][She's still a kitten, actually, and not old enough yet. But when the time comes, I'd love to have Oak mentor her. c:]
Sydney glanced over at the other cat who had come by; Timber had addressed her by the name 'Miss Rose', which she figured was a nickname. Deciding it was safer not to address anyone by their names until she was certain, the gray and white tabby peered up at the brown tabby said to have been the leader, expecting to be given some sort of instruction. She definitely wanted to stay here; all of these cats were so nice!
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[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: right]SYDNEYHARBOUR !?
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]She's open to friends, possible enemies, future mentor, future relationships, and just about everything else apart from death, capture, and litters. Sydney is currently a kitten, at five months.
Note;
I'm not the most active person ever, so replies may be slow and I'll mainly be seen in private threads.
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[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: right]SYDNEYHARBOUR !?
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]Friendship between Skip and Sydney? I feel like they would get along. c:
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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]Thread between Harbor and Sydney?
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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]Would anyone care for a thread with Sydney?
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[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: right]SYDNEYHARBOUR !?
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]Stella's upbeat mew caused her to turn her white head in the direction of the leopard, rather intrigued to see such a foreign creature in a domestic environment like this. It made her wonder briefly if there were more. Seeing as Timber was a lynx, she suspected so, but didn't want to be impolite by asking. Instead, the tabby and white kitten told her, "My name is Sydneykit, or Sydney, as I prefer."
The suffix was odd in her opinion. However, it hadn't been her decision. Her parents had called it tradition. Honestly, the young feline hadn't understood it until learning about the clans. Now she wondered if they had once been a part of something like RiverClan. There was more than just this clan, right? Sydney believed so, as she had heard about many with different titles. ShadowClan, ThunderClan, BlizzardClan, WindClan, BloodClan... they all sounded captivating. But she really liked the idea of a water-based clan, as she had always had a love for swimming, no matter how crazy it made her sound to some.
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[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: right]SYDNEYHARBOUR !?
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]A skip in her step, the lithe form of Sydney came along. The tabby and white kitten just so happened to have a lack of things to do. She had already gone on her own little tour of camp, seeing as she wasn't yet allowed to travel outside into the 'danger zone' as it seemed to be portrayed as. Nonetheless, it wasn't hard for her to find some form of entertainment. Speaking of which, she saw one now.
The chocolate calico form of Harborpaw captured her lively green eyes and brought her over, wanting to chat. After all, being a loner would be boring. Not to mention a tad depressing. Casting the older feline a tender smile, she introduced herself. "Hello there, I'm Sydney."
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Posted~
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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]"I'm hoping to join," she explained to him politely. Manners were important, she remembered, when asking for something. After all, he could easily turn her away. But they were all fairly nice so far, so she doubted he would. Plus, the RiverClan leader seemed like a good guy.
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[fancypost bgcolor= translarent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: right]SYDNEYHARBOUR !?
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px double black; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeI…IQFDdKuk/s1600/lilly2.jpg); width: 400px;][fancypost bgcolor= black; border: 3px double white; width: 170px; height: 270px; opacity: 0.70; overflow: auto;][justify][font=times new roman]A smile blooming on her soft white muzzle, she exlaimed, "Thank you, Sir!" Then, turning to face the cat who she believed had called himself Oaktail, she gazed upon him expectantly. The tabby and white kitten knew that she likely wouldn't be allowed to wander the territory herself, but that was okay. She was a little worn out anyways. Not tired particularly, however, she was a bit hungry. It'd been a while since she'd eaten. Still, she could wait until the tour was done.
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