Posts by Hexagon

Hey. I'm Hexagon, call me Hexy. Hexagon, what the heckles? Well, my name is Alexia, and my friends call me Lexi, and Lexi reminded me of Hexagons & Hexy XD

Our school has a roleplaying site, an educational 'humane situations' one. But I REFUSE to roleplay humans, I am scarred for life XD

Warriors, it is just omg warriors>life. Seriously. I have almost all the books /squee

So, hey, nice to meet you.

Traits: I am a a scarred she-cat with passion in my eyes and a torn right ear. I am a daydreamer and cannot concentrate long on anything, but I honour and respect my elders, always.

History: My brother was killed by his former mate.

Dustpetal's sleek blue point fur rustled through the dense undergrowth. Her fur could have been described 'lovely,' but scars ruined its array. Dustpetal carried on. She was a young warrior, only made a warrior a half moon ago. Time to get active. Despite her quite, well, quiet personality, she was very friendly. Dustpetal looked up at the dawn skies and decided to head back to camp after her morning walk, maybe to ask some others to join her on a hunt.

Dustpetal ruined the emotional scene as she hummed happily, trotting into camp with a large sparrow and two voles. Placing them on the fresh kill pile, she grabbed a mouse and padded to a rock where the sunshine was bright. Dustpetal then saw the guard, who was it, Lancecorporal, and his emotional eyes. The blue point looked worriedly at the guard. He was talking to some invisible force. Striding quickly to the tom, she dipped her head. He looked in agony. "Are you okay?" Dustpetal's blue eyes looked worriedly.

Dustpetal needs an apprentice. All ThunderClan apprentices are accepted. Well, she only needs one apprentice.

OOC: PAFP means Private After First Post. When the first person has posted, the thread is PRIVATE and no one else can reply

IC:
Dustpetal's sleek blue point body was just awaking from a nap. She was saddened by the news her brother, Beewing, had been killed by his former mate Snowflower. She needed someone special to confide in. But who?

Hey The Red Lion, yeah, sadly, school has traumatised the once fun experience XD

Greyflower, I have Dustpetal in ThunderClan!

Hi Elsa, I love Frozen <3 Cool, I hope to see you around

Hey Snail, thanks a bunch. I got them from the avatars in the avatar selection thingy XD

Sorry Neonwhale, but Dustpetal wouldn't be comfortable around a wolf. Littlepaw will be Dustpetal's apprentice, I'll PM you Kit!

Dustpetal shuddered. She was a little nervous, but she breathed in a rush of cold air. "Hi all, I am going on a hunting patrol, care to join?" The blue point tried to be polite, but she must've sounded a little frantic as she spoke.

Sure, hop in with your character!

Dustpetal looked at Morningclod with sympathy. "That's alright," Dustpetal tried to purr happily, turning to the others.

Dustpetal purred. "No it's fine," meowed Dustpetal, standing up to meet Nightstorm's nose. "I am just a little sad after my brother's death," she admitted, avoiding looking into Nightstorm's eyes.

(omg, that is just so XD)

Dustpetal shrugged and looked at the sunlight above. "No, it is okay. Do you want to come and patrol with me?" The blue point turned to Nightstorm slowly.

Dustpetal purred at Caramelapple. "Of course," meowed the blue point to the wolf. The warrior turned to the idle group of cats and awaited their response.

Dustpetal hummed her way into camp. She dropped the two pieces of prey she had recently caught. The warrior then turned around to spy the warrior's den. A warm nest and a nap awaited her. But then something was caught in her memories. Dustpetal's eyes widened and she breathed in slowly. "Littlepaw, of course," mumbled the blue point. In the two days she had been his mentor, she had neglected his training. She took no time to race to the apprentice den. "Littlepaw," she called out into the shadows of the den.

Dustpetal was trying to fit a nap in the shade, but the sounds of the prisoner were distracting her. She groaned and tried to block him out. Her Clanmate's protests were not really helping. Dustpetal rolled over and moved closer to the rockface, trying to stop his annoying whines.

The young warrior padded up swiftly to Augustus. "Hey," she meowed happily, dropping a sparrow at his paws. "I'm Dustpetal," she meowed, in case the tom hadn't heard of her yet. She sat and chewed off some of the feathers. "The weather has been good this early New-leaf," meowed Dustpetal.

Dustpetal had some experience with BloodClan. They killed her father. "We shouldn't attack, I had the unfortunate pleasure of my father being killed by some BloodClanners, it is too risky." Dustpetal's blue eyes flew to the cats of the small gathering. Morningcloud appeared to be somewhat unstable. "Hey, Morningcloud, ThunderClan is the biggest Clan in the forest, we will get him back," purred Dustpetal warmly.

Dustpetal looked excitedly at the cats. She wanted to learn a new language. However, she didn't know any languages to really learn. "I want to learn..." she meowed slowly, racking her brain. "Italian." Italian. She remembered her mother talking about some distant relatives who won a 'show' in Italy. Maybe Dustpetal would meet them one day, and they would be able to understand her.