Posts by trailblazer

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 350px; text-align:justify;][size=8]Track!

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 350px; text-align:justify;][size=8]Tracking!

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]Tracking on Trail's subbie :3.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8][Track!]

Trailkit sat around in camp, licking at an alabaster-colored paw boredly. She needed to go out and do something! Boredom was too mainstream! And, being the moronic hipster she was, nope, no mainstream for her.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]The newly-named Trailkit laid there, not doing much. It wasn't like she had developed much of a personality at all just yet. After all, her birth had been less than an hour ago. A small mewl escaped from her muzzle, squirming over to her mother. The calico only knew one thing right then: there was food where her mom was.

[Track because I suck at roleplaying newborn kittens XD.]

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]Already posted :3.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]The two-moon-old calico trampled over, not knowing who this "Cancer" person was. From what she saw, she was a member of BreezeClan that was leaving. Why on Earth would anybody even think about leaving? Oh well, it wasn't her fight so she had no reason to say anything like that.

"Buh-bye," Trailkit squeaked in her high-pitched voice, mottled tail waving.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]Trailkit was there because why not.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]"Yeah! It's wonderful!" The calico BreezeClanner trotted over, yellowy-green eyes shining as she moved to stand beside her mother.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]Trailkit didn't want to do what everyone else was doing. That wasn't her thing. The calico preferred to be away from the mainstream. And so she wasn't going to follow her mother and siblings.

Nope.

A mottled ear flicked as she glanced around, standing up and stretching out her legs. She was going to explore in the opposite direction. Maybe the two-moon-old would even do something stupid. Stupidity was always enjoyable.

Climbing atop a boulder, Trail leaped forward, landing on a second one. Scrambling forward, she stabilized herself. Not like the drop was any more than a tail-length. With a sigh, she stood up tall, scanning the area with narrowed chartreuse eyes.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]"Goodbye!" the risky hipster-kitten called out, waving her tail around. IcicleClan? Never heard of it. But, then again, there were a lot of groups that she didn't know even existed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]The kitten also stumbled forward, looking at the bear curiously. Did bears live here? Trailkit didn't think so. They were surrounded by twolegs and everything was flat. That didn't sound like bear territory to her. Oh well, BreezeClan wasn't solely made up of cats.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]Trailkit had just been outside of camp, exploring everywhere. Occasionally, she would spot a beetle, or maybe even a hawk overhead. But neither frightened her the slightest. The calico could be described by many words, but sane would never be listed as one of them.

Glancing around, the two-moon-old BreezeClanner spotted a nice little pond. It was puny, but the water was clear as crystal. She leaped forward, staring down as she dipped her head down to take a sip. As the marbled kitten's head was elevating, there she saw it. Her own reflection, but with two minuscule stubs poking out from the top. Some day, those minute stumps sitting in between her ears would grow up to be a huge set of antlers. But it would take a while.

"Look! Look at me!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1664238.new#new

Just your classic power discovery thread cx.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]"Are you enjoying it?" was Trailkit's response. She didn't want to like something that someone else did. The daughter of Cierva preferred to be different, going so far as to doing something idiotic just to follow another path.

"Oh, hi Mommy! Yeah, I'm doing okay."

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]"Does everyone know that story?" Trailkit asked, pouting a little bit. Why was there a rule about no exploring outside of camp? That wasn't fair. The calico kitten wanted to be a free spirit, and do whatever the heck she felt like. Keeping her confined within camp was uncalled for. Nope, nope, nope.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]Trailkit wasn't there or anything since it sounded like the meeting was only for apprentices and above - more confinement, ew. But her roleplayer had wanted to see who was promoted, and thus congratulated them all though brain waves of magicness.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]Trailkit looked at Hazel closely, non-existent brows fused together. What? What was a talent show? Did she have any talents for this "show" thing?

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]"Yes, I would like to come," the calico huffed, still blistering in fury about how she had been scolded for being outside of camp. Trailkit hated that rule so much. It should burn to death in a pit of lava.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px; text-align:justify;][size=8]Ooh, HillClan and BreezeClan being enemies would be hilarious. But neither of them seem like the enemy type cx.