Posts by Coldwar.

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  • one two [ open ] buckle my shoe

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Coldwar was still too depressed to notice if anyone was getting bigger, so he made no comment as he padded up, instead giving a twitch of his ears.

  • skyclan at the border ⋆ diplomats/traders

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"We're here to ask if you guys would like to trade anything for the stuff we've gathered." Coldwar finished, gesturing to the various pots, flowers, jewels, and fabrics that lay at his paws. A lot of stuff had been lying around in the abandoned city, so it hadn't been to hard to find the goods.

  • skyclan at the border ⋆ diplomats/traders

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"Any sort of interesting trinkets, really; perhaps some prey, if you don't have anything." he answered Daypaw, then turned to face Twopaw. "Probably..." he murmured, sifting through one of the piles before producing an old race car. The battery had long since died, and the paint was scuffed, but it still resembled a car.

  • i just can't look [open - leaving] it's killing me

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"Goodbye." Coldwar said, golden eyes unreadable. Why were so many of his Clanmates leaving? He hadn't known Kinkedstar before she stepped up to leadership, so he didn't know how drastically her personality had changed.

  • i won't burn long ' open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"Amerigo?" Coldwar's voice was soft and hushed, as if he was afraid to startle the Warden. He'd been going to ask if he'd like to go with him to explore the city, but not anymore. "What's wrong?" the Diplomat asked, standing unsurely in the doorway; he didn't know if Amerigo wanted his space or not.

  • in fact, you even broke my good tape deck ' private, coldwar

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Coldwar soon lapsed into silence, just enjoying the fresh river breeze and the water occasionally brushing up against his paws; but really, he cared more about the presence of another SkyClanner, one who cared... or at least seemed to.


    Remaining quiet for a few more minutes, Coldwar finally drew back, golden gaze flickering up to Amerigo's. "Sorry..." he said quietly, before once again looking to his paws. He felt like a baby, crying to his mother- father?- about all of his problems. He had to be strong; Phineus would have wanted that.

  • my hands are cold {open}

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"Life is never fair." Coldwar said quietly, half to himself. After he'd joined SkyClan with Phin and been promoted to a Diplomat, he'd thought everything was fine; but Phin was gone now, and Coldwar would never see him again.

  • TOLD HER I WAS HARD TO GET TO KNOW (joining)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]If he'd been a normal guy, Coldwar probably would've been captivated by the stranger's beauty; but Phineus's death, paired with the fact that he was 100% gay, prevented him from feeling even the slightest bit attracted to her. Golden eyes flickering up to the joiner, the Diplomat padded forward.

  • there are so many ways [open] to lose your attention

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Spotting Chocolatelava sitting on the top floor of a building, Coldwar thought for a panicked moment that she was going to jump; but when he realized she was just sitting, he relaxed, and padded forward to meet her. "Hello."

  • ( POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME ) ( open & joining! )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]"Welcome to SkyClan." Coldwar said, almost monotonously. God, how many times had he said that in the past few days? A dozen? A hundred? It felt like a thousand; maybe even more than nine thousand.

  • this message was brought to you by the letter d @ open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]His fur bristling as Crookedpaw snapped at Amerigo, Coldwar shot a glare at the apprentice, padding forward. He felt a little more disturbed about Amerigo being insulted then a regular Clanmate; as of now, he didn't know why, but that would surely reveal itself soon.

  • I WAS THE KING, OF KINGS [open; herb training!]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Coldwar also sat down by Amerigo, offering the other male a small smile before directing his attention to Skylitdrive. Herbs had always been interesting to him; however, he liked being a Diplomat just fine, so he didn't really want to get chosen. Besides, they usually chose young apprentices and kits.

  • GIVE ME A CROOKED SMILE -- open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Coldwar supposed that he was a high position, too, so padded over beside Amerigo. After greeting the lion with a small smile, he turned to Agatone, looking curious. One of your friends? What was that supposed to mean?

  • MELANCHOLY DREAMERS ✧ open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Wincing sympathetically, Coldwar tore his gaze away from the blood, already feeling queasy, and came up beside Amerigo. "Should I get a medic...?" he asked a little uncertainly, choosing to focus on the Warden's gaze. It seemed like the snow leopard was in pain, and Coldwar hated to see that. He liked the little guy.


    ooc: hey coldwar should mentor lucid!! :0