Posts by romancandle ?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]doing uvu

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]The large party-planner walked up to the small group that all seemed to be focused on the young female, whom was wondering why there was an age requirement to be a trainee and just introduced herself as Paperkit.

"You have to be six moons to ensure you're capable of training. If you became a trainee right now, you'd be to weak to battle, and there would be a high risk of you getting hurt. From wild animals to other clans." Roy remembered when he was a trainee. He was so impatient to become a knight, and now he wishes he could be younger to be able to enjoy more of the sillier things in life.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]ooc. guys, i own roy again eep! i actually have muse for him <33

The african canine relaxed in the main hub of Hawkclan. Romancandle was thinking about stuff he hadn't been thinking about for a while now. What was his life like, pre-amnesia?

Wandering through his thoughts, Roy replayed the events that he could remember, and pushed further back. Back into his black memories. It seemed that everything was blotted out, but something was ther. The male knew there was someone.

Frustrated, the tom gave up for now. Trying to remember his past gave the party planner a really bad headache. Sadness welled up inside Romancandle, tears brimming his eyes, threatening to spill over. Taking a deep breath, Roy tried to calm himself.

those royana feels ;o;

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Approaching the other Hawkclanners surrounding the rabbit, Roy's stomach rumbled, quite audibly too. Oh, if only this small, fluffy bunny wasn't one of his clanmates, Romancandle wouldn't been fine, quite happy actually, to eat it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]anyone want a thread with roy?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Good point, but it wasn't his rule. "Well, I can't remember off the top of my head right now, but if I do remember right, I'm pretty sure a kit can leave camp with the accompaniment of a knight, but they'd have to have a close watch, because there bear traps, and those are nasty things. I had a friend who once got her front paw stuck in one. The contraption cut it clean off-" The african canine faltered. He, remembered? The male thought about the fact about his friend, but nothing else came. Dammit.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1567667.0

Nodding toward Raleigh, Romancandle also agreed. That was a pretty good point. You only have one chance, unless you had multiple lives or you reincarnated into a new body, then you'd still be alive. Roy realized he just undermined his reasoning, but hey. It'll still suck if you die.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]sure! I'll make it if you want.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]First to arrive, Romancandle gathered under his leader, his mind wondering what Noirstar had to say. Taking a seat, the african wild dog had his large, round ears pricked to he could hear the grizzly as clearly as possible.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Hmm. The large male canine approached the younger female, slightly confused who she was, but Nya seemed fine with her. Romancandle just silently fell into step behind Amitypaw and Nya.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]The african painted dog felt sort of alone. He didn't really have a close friend, like most others would have. Or at least someone to talk to. Letting out a long sigh, Roy say in camp, looking over those walking through, for some familiar face.

//museless first post ;o;

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Great. Clanmates to see me cry.

Sniffing and blinking away his tears, Romancandle looked at Raleigh, Nya, and Amity. Offering a smile to each of them, the painted dog hoped that would be enough to cover up his bloodshot eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. Great actually, Rae." Now, looking at the younger female, the male dipped his head, and introduced himself. "Hello Amitypaw. I am Romancandle. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]"How 'bout a play of Hawkclan's history?" suggested Romancandle. It did sound a little boring, but there were plenty of cool things that happened to the clan.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Roy wasn't all buddy buddy with the apprentice, but he knows that Massacrepaw was a good guy. Standing sort of awkwardly watching him, the african canine didn't say anything yet.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Well. This fairly innocent questioning very quickly turned into a heated argument between mother and daughter. Not wanting to have any of the wrath aimed at him, Roy slowly backed away, shifting his gaze from Raleigh to Paperkit and back again. These two most definitely had pieces of Quinn in them.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Battle training, hmm? Romancandle approved that Hawkclan should get more of a reputation than just the clan than any anti-clan can storm into and attack. Teaching everyone more battle strats would be beneficial towards Hawkclan, especially since the anti-clans seem to be having this competition going on. "May I assist you, sir, with helping train everyone with battling in water?" After all the canine had been a tidal, a rank in Hawkclan that no longer exists.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Seeing Amitypaw, Roy was ready to congratulate her and greet her children into the world, but instead, the canine saw the weeping apprentice curled around four tiny, unmoving bodies. "I- I'm sorry." Deep inside, Romancandle could relate to what Amitypaw was feeling. The larger male just stood back, and let the daughter of Tumultdusk mourn over her lifeless children.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]cucu <333

The larger male followed his clanmates up to where the male feline sat. Keeping his mouth shut, Romancandle found that there was no reason to ask who and why the tom was here, as Chastpaw had already got that covered. The canine just watched with his small orange hued eyes.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Nodding, Roy piped up as Morishige Sakutaro, or sakutaro Morishige or whatever he preferred to be called, finished speaking. "Indeed it is. And if you do pledge your loyalty to Hawkclan, we'd have to wait here for a minute until our deputy, leader, or one of our aristocratscome along and can accept you."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Entering the battle, Hawkclan's wild african dog bared his teeth at the anti-clans. It's been a while since there's been a fight, and thankfully Noirstar held that battle training, because Romancandle was pretty rusty. Now, he was ready to help Windclan, and kick some anti-clanner's *sses.