Posts by tyrian.

Hey guys, I'm tyrian!
I got referred to this site by a friend and I was wondering if any hawkclan (I decided I wanted to start here as it seems like the right kind of atmosphere and activity for me) characters are having litters I can try out for!
Thanks!

Thanks guys :^)
I'll probably have a few questions but at this moment in time I'm Ok.

And I've sent you a PM corvus

Track!

Bump!

Anyone want a thread with Idioma?

A young kitten was taking her first real excursion outside of the nursery. Big blue eyes, typical of one so young as green and amber hues came later in one's kitten hood, and a fluffy fawn lynx sable pelt was really all this youngster was made of so far. The bilingual, to some extent, feline gave a small yawn. It wasn't a yawn signifying that she needed a sleep, it was just one of those ironic things because right now she was pretty excited.

Thankfully though, she wasn't the type to bounce off the walls in her attempts to socialize she just liked to talk but not go overboard. Everything in moderation. But seeing as this was kind of a cool experience and an almost first it was excusable that there was an unsightly spring I her step that usually belonged to the very optimistic and social. But the again, she was a young kitten, barely a moon old. This was normal behavior if you took the time to thing about It.

"Mode. Conocer gente. ser amable y sonreír. que no muerden. y no como una madre, porque usted sabe de mama a veces se enoja, y que no es la manera de hacer amigos, ¿no?"

Yes, this was Catalina's daughter.

Sure c:

(Have you ever listened to any of the Google translate sings videos?)

A young kitten i the nursery with it's mother. The youngster stood up, evidently tired of trying to pretend to sleep - a job that it was not succeeding with very well as it had a tendancy to shift just a little too often and every now and then eyes would blink open to get a glimpse of the world around it.

Idioma flicked her tail, considering whether or not she should just walk outside. It was not forbidden or all that much of a risky thin to do. She did it often, and yet she felt the need to tell her mother she was leaving every time and Idioma wasn't sure or not if that was and noting and she really didn't want to be annoying. But she didn't want to get in trouble either for just disappearing. Which hadn't happened yet, but the other day she saw some other kit trying to sneak off and the scolding it receiving had already made her hot at the ears to listen to. How embarrassing it would be if it were herself who received that tirade.

So instead she plopped back down with a sigh. There was no real need to go outside anyway and it was warmer inside.

(Hope you don't mind the minor power play there! )

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1631065.new#new

Here you are Corvus :^)

(Haha, yup. I got the original idea of her character from those videos)

Idioma merely knew spanish as it was the mother tongue of her mother, actually seemingly the only language her mother spoke, and growing up in a clan that was chiefly English meant that she soaked up both languages like the little sponges children were. Still, it surprised the younger female that someone other than herself and her mother could speak Spanish. Although maybe if she got out more, maybe then it wouldn't? Who really knew?

"Hola! Mi idioma! Suenas como mi madre ... Tal vez tú lo sabes? Él no habla Inglés entre sí, pero." She answered quickly before wincing inwardly. No doubt the other kitten would pick up on the awkward phrasing and nonsensical grammar that seemingly poured fluently out of her mouth. It was already a source of embarrassment for her as the same occurred with English which most understood. Her only excuse was that she must get the two languages nuances mixed up or something.

However her head turned to adult, picking up on the hesitant delivery of a greeting. Idioma also hesitated in her words, as she tried to decide whether or not the female would want a English reply or not. She wouldn't want to offend her by speaking something she couldn't understand or insult her by switching languages when the female would manage perfectly fine.

"Hello here. I'm just saying my name idioma you what it was you?" She asked tentatively.

(Oh, yes Please! Oh a quick post, sorry)

Oh, she'd waken mama. For a moment she worried, but that was proven to be useless as the Somali (?) smiled a weary smile down at her. Immediately her mouth curled up in response, and her ears perked up, having been in a simply relaxed position a few moments earlier. She was quite unaware of her mother's stance toward her dead siblings, sibling she would never remember and most likely only hear once or twice about in hushed tones because heavens knew that while it might be the latest gossip you didn't talk about such things around the mother or the children.

"Hola mamá!" She replied.

The first though that came to Idioma was 'food'. The second was 'don't you think it would be yucky to eat something alive'. And thirdly 'why is it even still alive Anyway?' Theoretically, the knight that would have caught such prey should have killed it, Yes? Were they so incompetent that they only managed to knock It out or Something? However, the fact the the rabbit had no obvious wounds or even that ruffled fur, made the kitten think twice of playing hero and jumping it by surprise to deliver a killing bite and basically end up being a legend that caught her first rabbit at a moon of age.

Also the fact that the other kitten, who also spoke spanish, spoke to it. Which was pretty weird, but hey, her clan mates inhabited heaps of bodies. This could be another, Right? Although why someone would willingly possess a bunny was beyond her. Why a Bunny? You'd just get eaten, Right?

The daughter of Catalina trotted over, pursing her lips slightly in doubt but greeting the rabbit all the same.

"Welcome Señor Conejo. It is very uncomfortable. Here is what you can do to help?"

Translation(original speech has been sent through several layers of Google translate): Hello Mr Rabbit. You look very worried. Is there anything I can do to Help?

Could Idioma have a thread with Pocketkit?
Could she also have another with fortunebottles Please?

/runs in/
Whispers Pockima

Could Idioma have a thread with Welcomepaw? she needs to meet everyone

And thank you c:

She found Pocketkit's sightless slightly unnerving, but nonetheless the black smoke seems like a good enough person. Plus, she spoke spanish which was awesome as otherwise Idioma would only use it to speak to her mother. And as good as a mother Catalina was, it would be kind of depressing if she spent all of her time with her. Idioma needed her social life, that surely was no crime.

So when she noticed the other kitten by the waves on that smoothed stone that looked as if it had been shaped by the waves for many years to get that round, the fawn lynx bi-color naturally padded over to say hi. The warm summer breeze against her fluffy fur was pleasant, but she really just craved to go into the cool water. However, the waves worried her as was the enviable prospect of getting wet in order to cool down.

With a flick of her white tail she made the decision to stand where she knew that the water of the larger waves would reach, but only half way up her shins. This was safe, as she didn't actually know how to swim yet. She squinted over to Pocketkit, now only a few tail lengths away on her stone, the sun shining in the kitten's optics so that the best she could really see of the other kitten was a silhouette, not too much different from her usual black form anyhow.

"Hace calor, ¿no? ¿Cómo es - tuve la oportunidad de hacer un poco de frío sólo consiguen?" She inquired in her usual manner.

Translation: It's hot, isn't It? I'm just taking the chance now to cool down -- how are you, Anyway?

I can do it, if you'd like :^)

I can :^)

(I'M actually on my phone right now so...
Although I picked up the translation in italic from corvus though as I figured that was better than putting it in a spoiler)

Idioma instantly returned that grin with a toothy one of her own, unfortunately the significance of it lost on her as she hadn't known Pocketkit long enough yet to realize how rare that smile actually was. What she thought was the bees knees about this other kid was that no matter how convoluted her spanish was somehow the message always got through whereas she was often asked to repeat herself in English because of her apparent inability to string together a coherent sentence.

The fawn and white bicolor decided she liked the other kitten's smile. It was small and tidy but it also seemed to be something special in itself though. The again, everyone always looked that little bit bigger in her eyes as we s spooked in a puddle and saw her reflection, all she saw was herself but not any of the charm there. Just another kitten with a smile too big for her little face.

Mama said she'd grow into it. She certainly hoped so.

But then her gaze was diverted for a few moments by a wave cresting before collapsing o itself and the remains of what would have been a force she might have to worry about swirled about her ankles, harmless, and wit tiny bubbles of foam that made her chuckle to herself. Yes she liked the beach, with it's waves, rock pools and ever moving water where treacherous current might lie or small wonders like tiny fish or crabs.

Her head quickly snapped back to Pocketkit, the moment having been just a mere glance as any other person would take in their surrounds every so often, smile still on her face. "Oh, no puedo entender esto. Quiero ser el color de la piel, sin embargo. Debe ser un día caluroso para ti que para mí."

Translation: Oh, I can not understand this. I want to be the color of the skin, however. It must be a hot day for you than for me.
Original: Oh, I can understand that. I wouldn't want to have your pelt color though. The day must be warmer for you than it is for me.

(Still working on the perfect way to portray Idioma)

I LIKE THE BALL IN THE SINK lmfao :^)

Idioma was out again, peering into the rock pools, observing the creatures in there. Every so often her paws would dip in to disturb that water to see the reactions of animals such as hermit crabs or other times to fish out so etching to gain a closer look at it before placing it back into the briny water.