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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Fishkit didn't expect anyone to attempt to walk right outside of camp with such ease, especially a kitten like her, which caused her curiosity to spark. Her light blue eyes followed Pantherkit's frame as he made a beeline for the territory and eventually, she got to her paws quickly. If he could do it, then she could, too. Plus, he seemed to know more about the territory and it would be a good idea sticking with him when exploring - of course, that was just Fishkit's assumption. She could be wrong. However, she was confident in her thoughts and followed after Pantherkit, calling out to him, "Hey! Wait up!"


    Unfortunately, the plan was ruined before it even got a chance to fully begin. Fishkit stopped in her tracks as soon as she caught sight of Cottonwood's frame blocking the exit. Uncertainty prickled at her fur and she glanced at Pantherkit before tilting her attention back up to the warrior. Well, this sucked. However, it was Cottonwood's tone that made her mouth form into an irritated scowl. Now he just sounded like he was rubbing it in. Puffing out her chest in order to make herself look bigger, Fishkit said, "Yeah, we do. Exploring the territory is our errand." Fishkit said "our" just to have Pantherkit on her side in this situation, although she wasn't certain what his motive was. Well, he could always interject, couldn't he?


    Her attention then sapped to Thornfang and the scowl seemed to increase, if it were possible. "Outsider? I'm not an outsider, I was born in ShadowClan. Plus, even if I were, I'd still know the Warrior Code." Fishkit protested, light blue eyes flaring with indignation. She wasn't an outsider. She was born in ShadowClan! Of course, that wasn't the truth, but Fishkit wasn't aware of her past. She believed that her parents left the clan, took her for a couple of moons with them, and then dropped her back off in ShadowClan to fend for herself. The last thing she believed was that she was an outsider. Well, to be hones, her beliefs about what happened changed almost every night. One day she believed that they left, the other she believed that they died. However, the last thing she believed was that she was an outsider.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Fishkit was aware of the sudden abundance of kits in ShadowClan and she was actually quite interested in them. After all, there were some of them who weren't purely ShadowClan - aka those that weren't born here - and she wanted to learn more about them. Plus, since they were all around the same age, they might as well be friends, right? Or at least know each other by name, otherwise they'd all have to do that when they were apprentices and by then, Fishkit felt like it would be too late since they would be busy with their own mentors. However, despite her view here, she wasn't certain what was going on at the moment with Pantherkit's announcement.


    The brown-and-white feline made her way over, parting her jaws in a yawn. There wasn't much to do in camp so she slept the days away for the most part - of course, that was if she wasn't off somewhere else causing trouble. "Who bit your tail today?" Fishkit teased Ghostkit, her light tone making it clear that she was just kidding. Then she turned her attention to Pantherkit and asked, "What's this about?" Truth be told, he did kind of sound like a leader when he asked the kits to gather, but Fishkit was more concerned about what he wanted all of the kits for.


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    hey what's up? sorry if i'm intruding on any conversations lmao


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]tracking!! while i still don't make the intro thread because i'm a lazy asshole
    i ship amberpaw and eternal happiness


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]if ooc threads aren't allowed on this board, i'll delete it. i'm just copy-and-pasting this from my thread in shadowclan lol. anyways, since amber is new here, i want to get her around more!
    she's open to friendships, rivalries, enemies, relationships / love plots (only girls), one-sided crushes, getting into trouble with your character, being an older sister figure, being mentored (she needs one), etc. just ask if you want anything specific!
    amberpaw isn't open to death, capture, rape, litters, the usual. so anyways, just ask if you wanna do anything! there's little i'll say no to!


    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]i need a place to put my new character (i'm testing out a new oc lol) and at this point, i don't really care which clan he joins


    i pretty much just need suggestions. so what clans are your favorites? what are your favorite features about them, are they welcoming, etc. literally just talk about your favorite clan (it can be traditional, extended, or backboard) and i'll check it out

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Silver was tired of walking. He was tired of throwing glances behind his back in order to make sure that no one was following him, tired of scrambling over landscapes he wasn't used to, and tired of stealing prey from different families of animals, mainly cats. What could he say? He needed to eat and he didn't trust himself to catch the different types of prey that resided in the area. Of course, one could always argue the fact that the families needed their catches in order to make it through the harsh winter that was upon them. Prey wasn't easy for anyone anymore, as a majority of animals went into hibernation or simply refused to come out. However, Silver needed it more than them. Those families he stole from weren't traveling as far as he knew and he was, therefore putting him at a disadvantage. Hah, he shouldn't apologize! Silver was just trying to keep himself alive. Anyways, no one apologized for making him this way, so he shouldn't apologize for what he did.


    Heaving a sigh as he scrambled up the mound of snow, Silver hauled himself up after a couple of moments of attempting. He wasn't as strong as he was when he first started his journey and that was mainly because he was tired. Light-colored eyes scanned the territory before him and he let out a groan of exhaustion as he realized that he was still in the same area as he was before. He was getting sick of this snow, he was getting sick of seeing the mountains in the distance, and he was certainly sick of walking for hours without reaching his goal. Hell, did he even know his goal anymore?


    "Does anyone even live in this wasteland?" Silver muttered to himself, brushing some snow off his shoulder with his paw. He couldn't help but wonder if this area was even habitable, though, as he hadn't seen a single soul for a couple of hours already. His stomach growled at that and he scowled in response. He ate this morning, he couldn't be hungry already! By instinct, the brown marbled feline quickly glanced behind him in order to make sure that he wasn't being watched or followed before turning his attention back to the territory in front of him. Well, he had to find something to eat or else he might end up collapsing. That was a bit of an exaggeration but Silver had been traveling for a long time and that was how he felt.


    Little did he know, he was on another clan's territory.


    / this post sucks fml


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]He didn't expect to hear anyone acknowledge his question, as it was more to himself rather than anyone else. That being said, Silver was alarmed to see someone so small approach him, which was why his eyes flashed with alarm and he took a couple of steps back. Who was this? Where did she come from? Ears flicking warily, Silver listened to her speak, taking note of her stutter. Was it because she was nervous or was it because she was cold? As she mentioned it being BoneClan territory, Silver mentally cursed himself for walking past the border without knowing. How could he be so careless? Then again, he had never really been on the run before. He had made attempts yet all of those attempts failed.


    "Andromeda." Silver monotonously repeated her name, mainly for his own sake. He felt like it was necessary to associate her name with her face and place it into his memory. He arched an invisible eyebrow before settling down on the snow, deeming the kitten to not be a threat. "You said this is BoneClan territory? How could you live here? Nevermind...does anyone else live here?" Perhaps if this territory was free to live in, he would be able to stay for a while or at least until he figured out what he was going to do and where he was going to go. However, he wanted to hear information about this place from someone around his age - he didn't trust children and adults.


    As soon as the words left his mouth, it seemed as if someone else approached. Silver turned his attention towards her, catching her staring. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel uncomfortable; the fur on his neck slowly began to rise and his body tensed. "Oi, what's with the look?" Silver then challenged, puffing out his chest in order to make himself look bigger and more intimidating. However, she didn't seem to say anything but her name, which caused his shoulders to slump back down and the accusing look in his eyes to slowly fade. He wasn't sure what he thought of the wolf yet but he was certain that he didn't like her so far. She reminded him too much of someone. After he got settled down, the feline let out a small breath and decided to introduce himself to her, as well. "Silver."


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]tracking, i'll definitely complete this challenge
    also, quick question. do you have to reserve prompts to do or can there be two threads of the same prompt?


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]The last thing Silver wanted to do was take orders from someone he barely knew. It was what he attempted to escape from, it was how he ended up in this clan in the first place. Why should he place himself in the same spot he was before he ran away? It just didn't make sense, which caused a scowl to form on Silver's maw whenever he thought of it. "Silver do this, Silver do that, Silver do everything" - that was what he had to listen to when he lived with his family and he didn't even know if they were his real family. It was annoying. He was sick and tired of taking orders like a soldier. He wasn't an adult yet he was robbed of his childhood and he didn't wish to partake in this activity at all. He wasn't going to obey orders from anyone ever again.


    That being said, the brown marbled feline kept in the back of the area, watching the scene play out through skeptical eyes. Why were they all so eager? Did they not like being in control of their own actions? Silver's mouth twitched into a scowl as he watched, mainly because of the thought from before. He didn't bother saying anything aloud.


    / ic opinions!!


    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]i made a new character who is extremely brutally honest, vulgar, and confrontational yet at the same time morally correct (meaning he hates criminals, murderers, rapists, etc. with a burning passion and will do anything to attempt to stop them). he's loosely based off of an fbi agent from a show so he makes everything into a crime scene whether anyone likes it or not. he also tends to correct others on their facts (he has a heightened intelligence and enjoys learning). overall, he's a bit of a mess of a character, but i don't want to put him into a clan where he would automatically fit in. i want this guy to have complex interactions, after all


    anyways, i'm open to any suggestions, even in clans i've roleplayed in before! fire away

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]tracking! i'm bringing a morally correct character here and this might be either the best thing i've done today or the worst thing i have a feeling that c.k. will make many enemies here lol
    anyways what's up? c:


    and maybe harley and c.k. can have a thread together if you want?


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]ah yeah! i've been wanting to join the elite for a while since it seems like a cool place but never had an interesting enough character haha


    and sure!! who would you rather have make it?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify] kayoko : hello! thank you for the welcome!!


    Snowy : sure, i'll pm it to ya later tonight


    Harley : can you make it, please? i still have to make c.k.'s joining thread
    however, if you can't make it, i can always make it later on!


    @lunae: sure!! who would you rather have make it?


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]The last thing Cigarettekisses expected was to stumble upon a building, an ominous looking one at that. Ever since his team disbanded, he had been looking for a place to stay for quite a while already. In fact, he had been traveling for so long that he had forgotten what day it was. Normally, he was able to tell by the position of the sun and how many times he remembered waking up yet the mere memory of his team disbanding always ate away at his mind. As someone with an extremely high intelligence quotient, it was difficult to believe that anything would get into the way of his own thoughts yet here he was, living the experience. He just hoped that he would get better soon or otherwise he would be dealing with another problem that he honestly didn't need. He was carrying enough on his shoulders and any extra weight might cause him to collapse.


    The sun was beginning to set by the time the light gray feline stumbled upon the building. He didn't even expect to come across such a sight, which was why he paused in his tracks and glanced up at the building curiously. Since when did this get here?


    "Oh, come on, seriously? I've got one hefty-ass list for what's wrong with my decision to come closer to this mansion. I have a feeling the second I walk in, I'll wake up scared, alone, and covered in jelly in the Himalayas. That's if I'm not brutally murdered by ghosts first - it's almost a shame that they don't exist." C.K. muttered to himself as he eyed the mansion in front of him, clearly one to talk to himself whenever he got the chance. Personally, he didn't see it to be much of a problem. He personally thought that he was a great conversation partner, he gave himself some great advice. He settled down on his bad leg, wincing as he did so although at this point it was only aching from traveling, and glanced at the features around the building. Arching an invisible eyebrow, C.K. continued with his rather short soliloquy, "Then again, I'm sure it's not that bad. It looks pretty basic. Basic like the A to the B to the fucking Cs. Plus, it's not like I'll be here for long."


    With that said, the small feline lifted himself up from the ground, brushing himself off. He was tired and he couldn't go much longer, so he supposed that he might as well stop here for the night. Suppressing a yawn, C.K. wondered if he should stay where he was and hope that someone approached him or risk trespassing without cause. He would get into trouble for the latter if he was still with his team and even though they weren't with him anymore, he had the habit of obeying orders. The team earned his respect and he earned theirs, that was how they worked. It would be the same thing here, C.K. was sure of it. He only respected those who he deemed worthy of it no matter who they were.


    Well, all that aside, he supposed that he should just hope that someone non-threatening lived here. He was the doctor of his team, only sometimes taking the frontline, and a fight might prove to be an inconvenience.


    / i don't like how i wrote this but oh well


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    yo what's up


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