Posts by smokesoul

{NAME: Smokesoul.
AGE: 19 moons.
GENDER: female.
POSITION: none.
CLAN: was a former Darkclan member. Was part of the assassin/marine group.
PERSONALITY: very mysterious, and has a knack and love of death and killing things. She can be very flirtatious, yet guarded and carefree at the same moment, and is very independent.
APPEARANCE: Dark, dark grey, with violet eyes. She has two scars over each of her eyes, and is missing an ear. Very rugged.
OTHERS: none.}

Smokesoul padded through the trees, her loner status still lingering in her dark mind. As her violet eyes narrowed, her grey- almost black pelt blew softly in the breeze that reached through the thick trees.

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{NAME: Smokefeather.
AGE: 20 moons.
GENDER: female.
POSITION: Loner.
PERSONALITY: very mysterious, has a knack and love of death and murdering. Seems to melt into darkness, as if she were born into it. Very flirtatious, yet guarded and carefree at the same time.
APPEARANCE: Dark, dark grey, with bright violet eyes. She has many scars- over both eyes, missing me ear. Her claws are always unsheathed, and her tail is long and flits around aimlessly all the time.
CRUSHES: none- as if.
KITS: none- they're annoying.}

Smokefeather leapt from a tree, landing square in the middle of the three cats. "Well, Well, well... What do we have here?" she grinned mischievously, her purple eyes looking around with a gleam. Her face almost seemed in a permanent fixture of a knowing smirk. She looked at Burningember, her tail flicking.

Smokesoul knew someone was there, her former assassin training always zoned into the things and interactions around her. She just didn't know who.
She unsheathed her long, black claws, and dug them into the dirt. As her deep violet eyes narrowed, her long tail flicked in anticipation.
"Come out, whoever you are. I know you're there." she growled as she lowered her bodice to the forest floor.

"Oh come on. You don't scare me." the firey shecat hissed. "unless it is I who scared you." she sneered, her face contorted into a knowing smirk.

Smokesoul scoffed, rolling her luminous eyes. "Are you kidding me?" she laughed, shaking her head. She walked towards the small creek that was nearby, flicking her tail on Shadowslink's nose. "Well, I would say it was nice to meet you, but I would be lying. Ta-ta!" she called over her scarred shoulder. Ahh, how she loved teasing other cats. She bounded playfully towards the water.

NAME: Smokesoul
AGE: 19 moons
GENDER: female
CLAN: none
POSITION: none
PERSONALITY: very flirtatious yet guarded and carefree, and is quite the mystery puzzle. Her temper can flare quite often, but she manages to keep it under control... most of the time. She absolutely loves the feeling of fur and blood between her claws- so watch out.
APPEARANCE: profile picture, but has way more scars.

Smokesoul leapt down from the trees, her violet eyes illuminating in the dark. Her dark grey pelt melted perfectly with the shadows, as if she were born in them. As she reached a small creek, she heard a small snap of a branch and whipped around.
"Oh, my, my. Fancy seeing you here." she grinned mischievously. "who are you?"

The Dark grey female bent down to the stream, her tail to the male she did not know. His mysteriousness intrigued her. They were too much alike. A ditsy tune sang in her mind as she drank, and she began to bob and sway her hips to the music sub-consciously.

NAME- Duskpaw
AGE- 9 moons
PERSONALITY- she has quite an attitude, and can get extremely snappy with others, especially when she's mad. She's quite flirtatious, yet guarded and carefree at the same time. She is really mysterious, and has a flaring temper some times.
APPEARANCE- a dark grey she cat, with vibrant violet eyes and many scars. The most prominent are the two that cross both her eyes and across her nose. She is not the prettiest she cat, but has a firey soul inside.

"dum, dum Dee dum! Dum dee dum Dee dump Dee dumm..." she hummed as her tail end bounced to the rhythm, and she splashed in the creek. She squealed as the water exploded all around her as she brought her paws down to smack it. This was one of the moments she most enjoyed in life- when she was happy. It reminded her of when her family was still alive, they used to romp in the streams all the time. She sighed, content as the cool water floated around her.

Realizing that the Tom was still present, she stopped wiggling her butt to the beat of the song in her mind. She blushed profusely, and sat down on the edge of the water and stared into the crystal clear liquid.

"Allrighty then. I'll go first." she chuckled. She liked this guy. He sure did have some wit.
"I'm Smokesoul, of no clan." she bowed sarcastically, a knowing smirk growing on her face as her long tail flicked around.

Smokesoul suddenly slammed her paws down into the water surprisingly. Her movement was like that of lightning, a strike so fast it was almost unreal. She held them down in the water, like she was holding something down to drown it. When her soot colored paws resurfaced, there was a large water vole captured tightly within her grasp. Her expression spoke of triumph, and she purred.

"I see how you earned your name." she chuckled, standing up straight. "All my 'friends' Just call me Smoke though." she drawled lazily as she padded in the direction of a small creek. As she passed by the mysterious Wolf, she flicked his nose with her long, silky tail.

Duskpaw tumbled out of the apprentice den, as if she were being pushed out roughly. "Ow!" She squeaked, her torn ears flat to her skull. Her small yet lithe bodice shifted defensively as her deep violet eyes searched around for any more attackers.
"Get out, Duskkit." Someone sneered from inside the apprentice den. The small She cat huffed, stomping off. She yanked a small shrew from the fresh kill pile, and went to a dark corner of the camp to eat without being disturbed.

Duskpaw Sat by herself, her eyes guarded. She was the runt of her litter, and her whole family had been murdered by some brutal badgers that had stormed the camp. She didn't understand why the other apprentices were mean to her, but she was used to their jabs and cruel antics now. It only really infuriated her when they prodded about her family... mostly her brother, Rushkit. He was.. used to be, her best friend. She sighed at the thought, stopping the flow of upsetting memories immediately.

Enchanted walked down the leafy forest trail, her torn ears pricked for senses of danger. Her one good eye, her deep violet one, scanned the area for anyone or anything. Her other eye had turned icy white with damage, a blood red scar reaching from her ear, across her eye, and to her nose. She was quite muscular and rugged for a female, as big as an average male. Her large paws made no noise on the leaves as she leapt up into the trees, her ascent silent.

Boneheart, a hardened male, has to decide who he wants to spend all eternity with. Jump in!

The soot colored male's large muscles rippled under his thick pelt as he moved through the trees. His ears flicked as he sensed someone nearby, watching in the trees.
"Come out, I know you're there." He chuckled, his deep, soothing voice cascading in the new comers direction.

Her soot colored pelt vanished into the leafy trees, as she neared the voice on the forest floor. Right when she saw the Tom was below the tree next to hers, she leapt stealthily into the adjacent one silently. She dropped to the ground right in front of the small Tom, a small dust cloud flurrying around her body as her paws rustled leaves.

OOC: alright, cool. He's not clan, he was banished for murder. do you think you could tell people about this rp? The more the better! Haha.

IC: "Well, if you'd like a tip, breathe through your nose when you're trying to sneak up on someone." He grinned, his pearly whites glinting in the sun. His icy blue eyes searched your face as he plucked at the earth with his claws, causing his large shoulder muscles to flex visibly.

Enchanted Darkness scoffed, laughing. As she chuckled, her muscles rippled visibly and her glassy damaged eye stared. Her good eye searched your face, finding your emotions hilarious. "I'm not going to harm you." Her soft, silky voice drawled. "I only will kill you if you attack me, and it doesn't look like you'll be doing that any time soon." She grinned Her long claws plucked at the soil causing her shoulder muscles to contract and release with each movement.