OOC: I felt obliged to come. xD
IC: "Yeah, we did," Tarnishkit said, closely following Smokekit. She liked the tom already; he was so open to the idea of aloneness. She hoped that didn't include her! "What's on the 'menu'?" the tortie kit jested, batting amber-encasing eyelashes.
OOC: Yeah. Except certain ones... *sighs happily*
*smacks self* WHADDRYA DOIN', SHTUPID? XD
IC: Habanerohead sighed happily (OOC: Like his RPer. XD It's love! BIC:) and whipped his tail through the air, listening for the swish sounds that always calmed him down. He shook his head. What was he doing? He didn't need calming to insult a cat! He needed riling, he needed fur mussing! He started to cackle, fully unconscious of any weird thing he was doing. He sounded like a chicken, to any cat standing nearby. "Stay! Stay! Make yourself at home!" he mewed in a sing-song voice. He looked around for his nest in the warriors' den, and, not seeing it, shrugged. "Oh well. No more nests here! Be on your merry way!" He was going crazy. He was!
OOC: Interesting turn of events. I wanted something interesting to RP.
That was cold.
I love pumpkin pie. Especially the pumpkin pie from Homestyle Bakery. *happy sighs* Sometimes on my birthday I get it instead of cake.
THINK ME SICK, IT'S GOOD. XD
Kiss, date and marry two lucky boys named Andrew and Zane! Kill a boy named James and a girl named Amberlee. XD
But it's better if you do - P!ATD. (As Rav knows, I would have HAD to google that. I did. XD)
arg wu sentafinticate nar dunderford
bida menti kosticated interserd
thorphilliate stinded yilla billa zay
wentora yate paravillintiniay
paravillintiniay
dorga orpha dorga billa
dorga orpha stifaleare
dorga orpha dorga billa
tonalation fonamere
stop talking gibberish
or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish
or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish
or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish
or just stop talking now
if i had one wish
well i don't know what i'd wish for
but if i had a million zillion wishes
i'd use one to let you know that gibberish is
not a nice way to talk to all your
mork sawx ippen reeby yufftabar
higgerd quillip ernigrade du wellinshar
lirp crawn xyfa gourk jawinstabray
venaldo urp paravillintiniay
paravillintiniay
stop talking gibberish
or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish
or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish
or just stop talking
stop talking gibberish
or just stop talking now
if i had one wish
well i don't know what i'd wish for
but if i had a million zillion wishes
i'd use one to let you know that gibberish is
not a nice way to talk to all your friends
Blazekit's eyes flashed sadly for a moment before sparkling as glibly as any of his siblings'. He really didn't like fighting; there were just too many opportunities for sore paws, flanks, and feelings. However, cheering was fun! "Go, Shiningkit!" He felt that each of the fighting kits should have a cheerleader.
No.
Try them with gall, Ravii. That should taste good. Bitter, perhaps? Add some salt. XD
RELIENT K LISTEN TO RELIENT K
If you listen to one straight album, you get silly songs, love songs, sad songs, and Jesus-revolving songs. It's a very good mixture. ^^
I know exactly how you feel, Hunty. *hugs*
Teach me! Teach me! 
I applied a while ago for a tutor, but that was about a month before this thing really started booming.
Tarnishkit had been sitting quietly for the whole story, drinking in all the words. She loved words and stories, always had - and Cinderface's extra comments on the story had made it even more real, though she knew it was probably fictional. After all, how could a huge snake divide into thousands? She had had her eyes closed, visualizing the story as it would have happened in real life, watching a huge ginger cat with a ruffle on his neck getting outwitted by a huge scaly tail-like thing. The finishing of the story and Smokekit's question snapped her back into reality. "I - I loved it," she answered shyly. "Thanks, Cinderface." She wondered if her parents were on a mission like Sunpelt's!
OOC: "A feline-eating CAT", Specklefur? XD Check your fourth post.
But seriously. To all those cat-making people. Think of the probability of a name like "Ashtail" being used; then think of the probability of a name like "Habanerohead" being used. It merely takes a bit of thought. XD Think of a food that made you mad or a memorable food or a noticeable plant, and tack a "claw" or "fur" on the end of it, and you have a great name! Hopefully. XD
Mmk, Groovy.
But seriously. Google "plants" or something like that, and you can get a list of these awesome random plants. XD
OR you can google up a list of interesting plants and tack "fur" on the end of one of them. XD It's much easier than having to pm Speckle for copy rights. *pokes*
Habanerohead giggled like a she-kit. "Bubbles!" he mewed. He had no idea what was happening, didn't even know he was acting stupid. He wasn't a nipper, though... "Camp? We're in camp! Fuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzy..." he sighed as Darkmist's tail brushed his flank. Perking up again, he loudly said something about violent mood swings before crashing onto his side and blacking out.
OOC: Borrowed something funny from Phineas and Ferb. Funny show. XD
Generally getting better? IDK. XD
And, no, I don't use chatspeak often. Just when the urge arises.
Die, Kibbie. (That's your new nickname, Ravii. And we all know why... Well, just me. XD)
Fine, Speckie. That's perfectly fine.
(I suck at titles. Help? *is imploring*)
It was cooling down rapidly, cutting off the sap from the leaves. Every few moments, a gilt or crimson leaf would separate from its mother tree and drift to the ground, as was perfectly natural in leaf-fall. One such leaf, a maple, was going through its maiden voyage, its dull underbelly and sleek top showing alternately, giving the illusion that it was spinning. Actually, it was spinning, so it wasn't an illusion, but it helped to prove the state of dizziness.
A gentle breeze was drifting around, whispering through the leaves remaining on the trees, tossing the dried, crinkly leaves that had fallen. It was a noisy time of year, for sure, but noisy in the soft and tender nature way, not the putridly harsh Twoleg way. It was a good time to be a leaf.
The previously mentioned leaf was riding on a cushion of wind, swept through the forest on a breathy palanquin. All of a sudden, the "chair" was ripped. Swiftly moving air filled the rips and mended the kingly lounge, but not before the golden leaf slipped through the cracks and fell to the mercy of whatever beast had damaged its transport.
A little scrap of ginger, hardly bigger than the huge, five-lobed leaf, growled at it playfully and swatted at it with tiny, needled paws. Shreds of scarlet flew through the air, demolishing all structure the leaf could call its own. Thankfully, the little furry creature was having fun, or it would have been a sinful waste of chlorophyll.
(Good 'nough? XD
But what I stink at isn't starter posts. I'm great at those [not to brag or anything]. It's the in-between posts, the main body of a thread, that I'm horrible at. If you could, perhaps, give me a starter post or something and tell me what to come in with, perhaps that would be the best thing teaching-wise? Not to teach your class or anything. XD)
Sure, you can stalk, but Speckie isn't on. Not much to stalk. HD
I have...
Comet
Hera
Kota
Lavinia
Abalone
Any others shall be added. Soon.
Habanerohead jumped up and started dancing around to music in his head. It sounded new-agey, so he was waving his tail, shoulders, and 'hips' a lot. He probably looked like a Slinky. "Ooooh..." he said eerily and in time with the music. "The whirlygig is coming to get you!" He 'slinked' towards Darkmist. This was fun!
