Posts by KLS1096

Bump, finished. ^.^

Thank you! :]

ok cool, yes I will be playing the ugly kit. ^.^ That's a really cool plot, I can't wait for the kits' parts to come in! :3

Hunting for shells, eh? Timmy smirked, surprised that she would do something even that girly.

The wind started to pick up and he figurednow was a good time to go talk to her. He picked up an empty coke can and "accidentally" dropped it. The wind immediately picked it up and sent it rolling towards the girl. Timmy smiled at his genious plan as he jogged towards Abbie and picked up the can. "Sorry about that," he said, rubbing his neck with his free hand.

Yes, that's what Eminence said as well. But that only gives me time to develop the ugly kit. Her name will be Grislykit. x3

Wasptail is a very nice character! Either one would be good. ^.^

Timmy flashed a cocky, cute grin full of dimples and straight teeth. "Actually, the wind did," he said, mimicking her movement and crossing his muscular arms over his chest. He glanced at her hand and let out a chuckle. "How is you hand? I must admit, that jerk did deserve the punch." He shook his head as he remembered the huge scene it had caused.

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"Yes, but if they do find us?" Violet said, Jared's friendly demeanor not quite helping with her guilty skittishness as she glanced over her shoulder yet again. She finally convinced herself that all was well and looked back to her friend. She nodded and followed closely beside him as they headed up the trail, the adrenaline that was pumping through her blood making the cold air barely bother her.

Shrugging, she hiked her pack higher up on her shoulders. "Not much. I have my nightclothes, a cup, and the necklace." Of course she didn't have to explain what the necklace was- she had explained it to him years earlier. "Anything else I could need is in the tree." She smiled slightly at the thought of that single tree and all that it meant to her. Maybe not the tree itself, but everything that had happened there. How many times she had been there with her father, early in the morning before even the birds were singing. All the memories she and Jared shared there. Jared and her sister were the only people in the world that she could say she truly loves. Jared, like the best brother, friend, or more than a friend, that she could ever hope for. Her sister, who she alone had kept alive all those months after her father died, before she had gathered the courage to return to the forest alone.

Violet sighed and shook her head to clear out all of the thoughts that were threatening to spill out. She had made a definite decision to leave, and she would never back out on Jared. She didn't want to stay. She wouldn't stay. So she moved a little closer to him and looked up at the fence looming before her.
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Yes, of course. :3

Thanks for choosing Ashenstone!

And Mason, I have been wanting to roleplay an apprentice to a warrior for a while, if you are interested in being the mentor? Of course you don't have to if you don't feel like it. ;P

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[IDK, I couldn't decide. xD Yeah let's just say Prim, to make it easy! :3]

Violet smiled painfully, the only thing she could think to do. "I hope so. But Prim is smart enough to take care of herself. I wanted to leave a note for her, but I know she wouldn't burn it after she read it and we can't afford the chance that the Peacekeepers might find us." She cleared her throat quietly and looked around at the dark, misty trees and took a deep breath of the cold air, enjoying the chill seeping into her body now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

Violet's hands fiddled with themselves, fighting the urge to reach out and grab Jared's. She wasn't scared to do it, as they had done it plenty of times before, but she didn't want to appear weak or scared of their new situation. Instead, she shoved them into her pockets, itching to have her bow.
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[Could I play her guy friend? ^.^]

[thanks! ohmygoshalexissohot *_____*]

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Mike paid for his cherry icee at the snack bar and flashed a grin at the cute cashier before turning around. He felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his racing pants and checked the message, taking sips of his icee. It was a buddy inviting him to a 'major party tonight', and replied with a resolute approval. He squeezed his green eyes shut as a brain freeze creeped into his head and it was a few moments before he heard the familiar purr of the engine of Erin's Harley. He grinned and turned the corner and spotted her blushing with Alex, a fellow racer. Who happened to be hot. And shirtless. He frowned and headed towards the pair, feeling protective of his best friend.

Mike grinned and waved at Alex. "See you around," he called as Erin tugged him away. His smug grin turned into a cute lop-sided smile as she hooked her arm through his. "You don't need that guy. You can have whoever you want, why choose him?" he said, swishing his melting icee around in the cup as it slowly turned to neon red liquid. He held the cup out to her. "What come cherry icee?" he asked as seductively as possible, wiggling his eyebrows Finnick Odair-style while trying not to bust out laughing at how ridiculous he must look.

Haha thank you ^.^ and yes, that would be nice! :3

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[color=white]// Buzzpaw \\

A young, soft brown tabby she-cat stretched out in her new nest in the apprentices' den. She had been given her name the previous night, when it was too late to start any training or go out of camp, so she had had to go all night trying to get some sleep, knowing that today would be a busy day. It was tough, but she had managed to get a decent number of hours in before the sunlight came pouring in from the mouth of the den. Buzzpaw released a quiet yawn, careful not to wake the older apprentices, even though most of them would be training in a matter of minutes, anyway. She gazed around the den, her light golden eyes dancing with excitement at getting to be mentored by Wasptail. She had always looked up to him, and had never dreamed she'd actually get chosen to be his apprentice.

Her paws itching to get up and leave camp for the first time, she hoped Wasptail would come fetch her soon so she wouldn't have to watch the other 'paws leave without her. She wanted to be gone when they woke up.
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pl4t3s wrote:

I'm so happy! 8DD
My tablet is finally working! :33

How is everyone~~?

What kind of tablet do you have? And (I am not smart in the world of tablets, sorry if this is a dumb question) but are there any drawing tablets that have a screen? xD

"Uh, hello, he might be new here but you know I'm the welcoming committee," Mike said, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. He shook out his hand that had been holding on to the icee cup and gasped when Erin punched his muscled chest. "Where the heck did you learn to punch?" he asked, laughing as he followed beside her up the trail. "You might not be Katniss, but if you ask me, I am remarkably similar to Finnick."

He plopped down beside her in the grass after taking a mental picture of her looking gorgeous in her shorts and tank top. He grinned. "Yeah. Didn't you always see some suggestively provocative pictures up there?" he joked, squinting his green eyes up to the sky.

Hm, interesting. I love to draw, but I don't think I'm good enough to spend a bunch of money on a drawing tablet. xI

Beautiful Dream wrote:

GUESS WHOS BACK!!!!!!!!

Gerard Way. *-*

"I'm a beautiful bronze," he corrected, smirking cockily. He felt her jolt beside him when Alex went speeding by on his bike and rolled his eyes. "That guy has barely been here a week and he's already got every girl drooling." Mike wasn't too bad himself, but he couldn't face up to Alex in that department.

When Erin grabbed his hand he smiled and gave her's a squeeze. "Love you, too," he said naturally. Their relationship was like big brother / little sister / best friends, and it was great. But he had always felt a slight pang when she started talking about other guys, like right now. "I don't know, Erin. If you ask me, he's a player, but you never know. He could surprise you." He was about to say something he might have regretted, but then Alex returned on his bike, this time offering Erin a ride. Mike raised his eyebrows but kept silent, wanting her to make up her own mind.

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i am not afraid }} [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 2px double white; width: 260px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 11px arial; color: black; text-align: justify;]Ashenstone jogged out of camp, his paws making a soft thump with each step. He had just finished his hunting patrol and now was hurrying to an apprentice's battle training session, as was his usual routine. As he neared the grove, he picked up his pace until he was in a full sprint, his large gray paws eating up the ground with long strides. He blinked, and in that instant a small black apprentice appeared from a bush, yowling in rage. He stopped and raised his hackles. ShadowClan! He growled menacingly and lashed his tail. "You're a mangy ShadowClan apprentice trespassing on WindClan territory, facing a warrior that's much bigger than you. Would you like to take back what you just said?" he spat, laying his ears flat against his head in fury. Don't hurt her. Drive her away, and if she won't leave, force her to or take her to camp. All that he had learned as an apprentice was flowing through his head and he stood tall with confidence. He would handle this without needing back-up! He may be a new warrior, but he was a good one.[/fancypost]

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"That's good," Timmy said, nodding slowly. There was a moment of silence before he said, "Hey, my friends ditched me and now I have a cooler full of soda and beer. You want something?" he offered, motioning towards his chairs and cooler. Hey eyed her shells. "I probably have a bag you can put those in, too."