Yeah, guys, I think Starmz is pretty flooded. I've been chatting with her, and she has a lot on her plate, so I think it would be great for her if we stopped posting here / asking who got what position.
I don't mean to be rude, but, I'm genuinely worried about my friend. She's having trouble sleeping and is pushing herself a lot these days, since MyC isn't the only thing on her mind.
Please understand. <3
"Hey, Heronkit!" Voltkit offered her cheerful greetings to him as well. "I am delighted to make your... um... aquies? Aqua... aquitans..." Unable to find the word she was looking for, much less pronounce it, she giggled again and waved the vibrant tail she took so much pride in grooming and tending to, "Well, it's nice to meet you, too!"
Although, just as she was beginning to introduce herself to these new kittens, that Mintdapple queen that Voltkit had heard so often hissing and spitting came over, snarling at them with threats of death and cutting them up and feeding them to whatever obscure Clan this "Elite" was. Voltkit's first response was to puff up and hiss. Who did this cat think she was!? Voltkit didn't care if she was bigger, that mouse-brain would think twice about crossing her! She lived here; she was a kit! Nobody died and made Mintdapple royalty!
But she didn't. Voltkit didn't puff up and hiss, nor did she retaliate with anything akin to the anger that burned inside of her like a raging fire clawing it's way through the kitten's little brain, tingling in her paws. Instead, she backed up after Cypresskit when the black she-kit withdrew, sticking close to her side as if for comfort, and wailed as loudly and pitifully as she could muster. "Don't hurt me! Please, don't hurt me! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"
Such wailing would usually attract Desertfire, their mother. While Voltkit herself had been swatted before for making noise, usually Desertfire would aim the blows at whatever she thought was causing the issue; in this case, as Voltkit would blame, Mintdapple.
But for now, no such she-cat emerged into the nursery.
OOC || Starmz feels a bit flooded, so we could maybe pause until she get back? :3
[b][size=8]This character has switched possession to (ҥƦΦƞΦҜiττƔ. :3
OOC || The kittens are introducing one another and trying to chat, and Mintdapple keeps going into rage-mode on them for coming near her babies. That's pretty much it, to my knowledge. There was something before about a thorn in someone's paw, but I think that person left...
IC ||
Voltkit's wailing stopped quickly when she saw that bringing down the wrath of her mother might not be necessary. It wasn't uncommon for her to get a few smackdowns herself when she was making a big deal out of something that wasn't "worth her mother's time", but if that she-cat dared snap at her or raise her claws again, and Voltkit would make sure that something was done about it. Treating her like that? Peh. She wouldn't stand for it.
Especially since she knew; what decent cat would let an adult get away with abusing a kitten?
Inkkit and Heronkit's conjoined efforts to stand between their offender and Desertfire's two kittens was valiant, sure, but while Voltkit decided that while the gesture was sweet, she didn't need it. But they didn't have to know that. Instead, she, with her ears still flattened in "fear", pressed further against her sister for that supposed "comfort" and mewed her quiet thanks to both Inkkit and Heronkit.
She couldn't speak freely yet, no! Mintdapple was still looming above them, and as long as she did, Voltkit remained puffed out and feigning terror, though there was a sense of satisfaction from her when the queen's mate began to reprimand her, demanding silence.
That's right, Voltkit retorted inwardly. Shut your mouth before it gets you in trouble.
If only Breezepaw knew. As if it wasn't enough that Morningdew had to worry about getting them all out alive, primarily them, because she would always and would forever consider her own life to be expendable -- she was, essentially, a loner alongside these WindClan-born cats, wasn't she? -- she had to deal with the guilt she felt for causing this situation, too. Trying to catch prey had only driven her to nearly fall off the gorge, and she hardly escaped from that with her life, as well as the lives of the two apprentices that came to her rescue. And trying to escape from the storm only meant that she led them into this den for cover, where a tree on the WindClan moor, of all places, had fallen to trap them inside. So it was that when Breezepaw asked that peculiar question, "Anyone done anything lately that would force the wrath of StarClan down onto us?", Morningdew couldn't help but wonder if... maybe she was onto something. Maybe StarClan was dealing their retribution.
The cream warrioress thought on that, perhaps more than she should have given the circumstances, given the way she should have been focusing on how much mud and dirt she was shoveling further into the den. Just, that story she had just recalled to them... the medicine cat who's name remained just beyond her grasp, who had said that because they refused to follow her word, they would all be condemned to a life of pain and suffering... had she been right? Was this the start of the return of Morningdew's bad karma? She wouldn't have even given it a second thought if it hadn't been for the insane chain of bad events that had plagued her and the two apprentices in the last few hours. But the mere thought only doubled over her guilt. By not heeding the medicine cat's word, had she condemned not only herself, but these two cats with her, who had nothing to do with her wrongdoings?
The thought was so horrible. It was so unbearable to think that she, in failing to save them, might have cost her new home two young and vibrant lives because of her own fallibility. Morningdew wasn't sure she would ever be able to forgive herself -- but that was only if she managed to come out of this alive, too.
"I see light! We must be getting closer!" When hearing the words, she turned her bright blue eyes onto her apprentice, briskly snapped from her thoughts by her voice. She sounded so cheerful, so full of pep... far more sure of herself than Morningdew was. Did she have reason to be worried? In the end, wouldn't it be better if she believed in herself? Most likely these two apprentices would be looking to her for support and guidance. Though she was not much older than them herself, she was the warrior. She was supposed to be the responsible one. And yet she was letting herself fall apart, when both of them were still going strong, having faith that all of them would survive.
"It's not a lot of it, but... this is a good sign, right?"
"Yeah," Morningdew had to focus to stop her voice from wavering, and revealing the extent of her weakness. "We'll be okay. We're going to make it."
I'll make sure you two get out even if it costs me my life.
Sablepaw glanced back to Breezepaw, mewing something that Morningdew didn't hear as she forced her paws in deeper, further out toward the claws of dim light that broke through from the storm outside. Lingering drips of rain chilled her numbing paws, making her claws slip in the mud and completely unable to catch a grip against the slick bark of the tree that blocked them from freedom. The hole that she and her apprentice had dug seemed big enough for them to start trying to squeeze through now. Morningdew wasn't sure she could fit through, but Breezepaw... she was the smallest of them...
"Breezepaw," She spoke so suddenly that she wasn't aware she had almost interrupted the apprentice's words. "You should be able to squeeze through here. If you can, start digging from the other side." Her eyes lingered warily on the roof of the set; like Breezepaw had noted, there was some sign of the smallest caving, and that alone was enough to make Morningdew's fur bristle. If some of the dirt was coming loose, the rest of it would be quick to follow. They were racing against time. "Sablepaw, you try and go after her."
She wanted them out first. Not only were they smaller, but if there was any risk of the set caving, their lives were the priority. She could be remembered as the foolish warrior who's mistakes got her killed -- but she didn't want them to be remembered as the poor victims of fate, who's deaths were no fault but her own.
Before the apprentice could come to the front of the den where they had been digging, Morningdew assessed the opening again, shoveling out a few more pawfuls to widen it. There was a small but sturdy-looking branch that was obscuring part of the hole, and it was the only thing Morningdew thought might prevent Breezepaw from escaping. Clenching her teeth, she reached forward through the opening, ignoring the fact that it drove her muzzle into the dirt and grime, and felt the wood with her paw. If she could break it, then Breezepaw would have no issue making it through. Unfortunately, no matter her efforts to get a good grip on it, her claws never did anything but slipped. Maybe it was the rain; maybe it was the mud that coated her paw, staining it brown as opposed to the pale and soft accent of white; maybe it was her weakness, for the warrioress knew that it had been far too long since her last sustaining meal...
Praise StarClan, eventually her claw snagged into the branch somewhere. Ignoring the taste of the foul badger-scented dirt that clung to her maw, she pulled as fiercely as she could. The good that came of this was that, yes, the branch broke, and the hole was completely clear for the apprentice to travel through. The bad? Morningdew could hardly bite back a hiss of pain, but stayed silent, ignoring the sting that resulted from her newly-ripped claw.
She stamped the injured foot down against the mud regardless. It lanced a horrible bolt of pain through her leg, but she feigned normalcy, refusing to indulge her own need to lament her agony because she knew that to show signs of panic would only put the apprentices on edge. She was fine. It was only a ripped claw. They didn't have to know.
"Go on," She spat out the mud, backing up far enough for Breezepaw to have a clear path. "We'll be right behind you." The warrioress hesitated for a beat. "...I promise."
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Lo and behold, Morphine would be soon arriving. Since first arriving in the Elite mansion, the she-cat had taken it upon herself to explore what she thought to be her new home. She had seen many things, charming or not so charming, and a variety of quirky cats who had all come from different parts to find a home here together. It wasn't as pleasant she may have made it sound, but she decided to overlook that whole 'dead bodies in the mess hall' and 'dungeon full of starving cats' part.
She now came to the garden that her first greeter here, Gallows, had informed her about. Her oddly -- but not unattractively -- bent tail waved high in the air behind her, her pawsteps gentle, paced, and proud, Morphine's soft-pink nose took in the scents to reveal that not only was the catnip nearby, but the familiar scent of that tom.
He had beaten her here, had he?
"Oh, darling, what a pleasant surprise to see you again," Her purr rumbled when she approached him, waving her tail-tip gently across his nose since he was lying down, sunning himself. The warmth that dappled her pelt made the fur on her spine itch in such a pleasant sense that she was eager to join him. The scent of the catnip so nearby enticed her, and while she wasn't quite in heat yet, she was in that limboing state where her mind was clear, but toms began to look particularly appealing...
Brushing her fur against the precious herb as she passed it and took in a whiff, she thereafter lied herself down next to Gallows, playfully grooming her tongue over one of his ears while the effects of the drug began to slowly creep in.
"What do you say we get to know each other better, hm?" She giggled in that peculiar feline way and closed her eyes to enjoy the sun. Did she mean to imply she wished to mate? Perhaps. But if he were to attempt it now, she'd probably tease him by avoiding his advances. While she wouldn't think to say no, she enjoyed the thought of making the toms work a little for their reward.
OOC || Sorry, this came out kind of long xP
OOC || I felt like I need to put another note here for anyone reading this roleplay;
Frosty and I roleplay in a peculiar way, where we kind of discuss what is going to happen in advance with the posts. So if either of us roleplays the other person's characters, it won't seem like it here, but it's only with explicit permission. Most of the character interaction and the events that take place are planned. The way we roleplay probably breaks like half of the WCRPG rules, but we've been doing it for a while and it's how we roll, so we're both fine with it. XD But we know that it's not a standard method of roleplaying.
Anyway, just thought that should be clarified so no one thinks we're rude and horrible roleplayers. ;3
IC ||
When they returned, Maemi lamented that she had been gone long enough to miss almost half of the group's round.
She returned to her typical silence now that her arm was bandaged. Her embarrassment hadn't yet completely smoothed out, but she admitted that the wound felt better having been treated rather that concealed, left in the oven mitt to chafe fabric against her raw skin. It felt dumb for her not to have done anything about it, now that she looked back on it.
In her mind's wandering, she only noticed it was her turn when Ikutsuki nodded to Junpei. "That's fine! And make sure to draw a card." There was a pause of inactivity -- well, the boy drew a card, as he was instructed, but otherwise no one made a move -- until the Chairman's eyes fell onto the blonde, and he prompted her then, "Maemi, it's your turn."
"Oh," She blinked a few times and rubbed her arm across her eyes, trying to regain her focus.
Her hand of cards still fanned out before her, she selected a seven of diamonds to play on top of the last card -- a queen of that suit. It flittered down onto the discard pile, and she closed her eyes to recall what information she was to relay for using a diamond. A hobby. That was simple for her. Though it inspired a miserable expression to her face, she answered, "I love... to paint."
She painfully remembered the night she was recruited into SEES.
The Chairman seemed to approve. "An artistic mind! You should show us your work sometime."
Akihiko tossed a seven of hearts onto the pile. "My favorite holiday would be... the summer festival? It's the closest thing to a holiday I can think of..."
Mitsuru. Ten of hearts. "I have to agree with Takeba. Christmas is a pleasant holiday. It's a period of high consumer demand and strengthens the economy. ...The spirit is pleasant, as well."
"What do you call a dinosaur that spends all day contemplating the meaning of life?" Ikutsuki played a nine of the same suit. "A philosoraptor!"
And so the game went on.
It was horrendously long. By the end of the game, Minato was wondering if he could somehow get that half-hour of his life back. This wasn't the case, so he tried to look at what he had learned during the course of it; the Chairman was cheery and extraordinarily bizarre, and Minato was depressed by the very thought of this man being a member of authority in his school. Shokora... well, he didn't learn anything new about her, just that she and Yukari were now best girl buddies or something. Yukari was accordingly girly, enjoying her shopping and her Christmas and her cupcakes. Junpei was Yukari's polar opposite. He liked soda and video games, and apparently baseball. Guy things. Maemi was cripplingly shy and hypersensitive, which he could have amassed already. Appropriate to her type, she was artistic. Akihiko liked ramen. And boxing. Minato still had the opinion that he was a prep -- or, fine, a jock -- because there was this cool upperclassman image to him, and his emotions were appropriately subdued. And, of course, Mitsuru! She was the picture of noble birth and raising. Had a heart of ice. Everything was business with her. She didn't mince words, she didn't waste them, and she took just about everything seriously.
Now that Minato was satisfied in knowing what everyone presented themselves as... he wondered how true it would be to what lied beneath that exterior. Why analyze them? Well, he had to get to know them if they were his teammates, right?
The final card of the winner's hand barely had time to hit the discard pile when Mitsuru turned to face Ikutsuki. "Mr. Chairman, it's getting late. Shouldn't we be moving on...?"
"Ah, yes, yes," He gathered the double-deck of cards on his end of the table, nonchalantly gathering them before returning them to one of his uniform pockets. "The reason I told you that I would be returning, today, is for a more important matter. SEES, in the past, has only had as many as three different members at a time. Recently, that number has skyrocketed in a short period of time, to what we have now; seven members. With this in mind, I have decided to initiate the exploration of Tartarus."
"Tartarus?" Junpei's voice betrayed some amusement, "Sounds like toothpaste."
"Haha! Why, you're right, it almost does!"
The Chairman was uncomfortably easy to distract. Mitsuru took up explaining; "It is the nesting place of the Shadows. They thrive there, spawning and assembling within it. Exploring it has been a dream outside of SEES' reach for years, as it was too dangerous for Akihiko and myself alone to do so; but now, with all of your power combined, it is no longer an impossible feat."
"Well, yes." Ikutsuki cleared his throat and adopted a serious expression. "Mitsuru has wrapped it up nicely."
"You will all need to be trained in combat. However, I want to see how each of you performs with what you presently know, and we can go from there. We will be going to Tartarus as soon as the Dark Hour hits -- before that, I need each of you to pick a weapon of your choice to wield as we move in to explore the first floor."
These words evoked mixed responses from the gathered members.
Maemi looked especially uncomfortable. "Our Evokers won't be enough?"
"There are circumstances in which you may not be able to use your Personas. ...It's safer this way."
I have to agree with Era's concerns actually. And it might just be me, but, as a newbie, the less I have to cram into my brain to get accustomed to the community, the better. If things seemed to stressful or frustrating then I would probably just leave, and having what is essentially a monetary system on a roleplaying site might be a bit... intimidating.
Plus -- I'm worried that you're going to have a ton of issues with baiting and donating, etc. I was part of Neopets for several years, so I had to get used to seeing that. People wanted points for everything. And they used tons of tricks to get them in exchange for doing nothing.
(In fact, the Warriors roleplaying guild I was part of had people who charged points for graphics sometimes. But I admit that between members of the guild, it was never an issue.)
That said, I respect the idea of trying it out to see how things go. I'll probably just get used to it. And if it helps, I'd probably keep my art free... I tend to be pretty flake-y about drawing stuff that's requested of me, to the point that I haven't even opened a shop yet, but... >_>;
(there are so many people that can draw better than me on here anyway haha -shot-)
Anyway... that was long o_o; Sorry. I'm still pretty much a newbie, but I just wanted to put my two cents in. ;u;
That's very sweet of you, Wynn. ^_^ I see and understand that you are doing this with caution and an open mind, so I think that the situation is in good hands -- if it turns out being a good thing, which I do think it might, then it'd be a welcome change. For that matter, has the change already been instated? I didn't even notice...
And, well, that's also very sweet of you XD Thank you. <3 I did draw it, in about twenty minutes, after I first joined WCRPG (so it was more of a doodle than anything, eep). I'm glad you like it, and though I am aware that many people on this site surpass my own capabilities, I still think it'd be fun practice to draw some pics for people if they like, when I open a shop.
Since I'm on the subject, I've heard that you're the one who draws the realistic cat avatars for the site. Is that true? Because that degree of realism is amazing, and I envy your ability, because I could never do that. (I've honestly wanted to try drawing realism sometimes, but my style is very definitely etched into anime-esque territory, so I work with it.)
Voltkit, who had been since sitting with an odd sense of nonchalance and grooming her tail -- odd, after her wild display of 'terror' earlier, since debuffed by both a few of her fellow kittens and Mintdapple's mate -- suddenly looked up when noticing her sister was treading up with the other kittens, only to be swiftly accepted into the departing group. What, they would invite her, but not Voltkit?
"Aw, but," The little she-kit frowned and tread closer toward the group, "Can't I come? Please?" Her eyes went pitifully toward Cypresskit. "I get lonely without my sister..."
While being a complete lie, it was true that Voltkit wanted to get out of the nursery. Their mother, as Cypresskit new, would never take them out herself; leaving without supervision was asking to get in trouble, and so tagging along with one of the other queens was likely their only chance of making it out before apprenticeship.
Besides, as scared of her as Cypresskit was -- pff, for good reason, she knew her place -- Voltkit had no intention of hurting her on their outing. How foolish would she have to be to ruin her reputation with her new friends? And in front of their parents, no less! That kind of stuff spread by word of mouth fast! ...Or so she thought. She couldn't know for sure, being a kit who had never left the nursery and all.
She trotted forward a few steps, luxurious tail high in the air, making the cutest face at them she could manage. "Pweaaaaase?"
OOC || Agh, so sorry dear T_T My muse is rather dead what with school starting up again. This post is still pretty short compared to my usual.
Where do we go from here?
IC ||
After their rather short-lived 'get to know you' session, the seal lynx point reclined back onto the plushy grass of the garden and began to lazily groom herself. She, just as Gallows was, seemed to regard the whole affair with a degree of nonchalance. Because there was nothing to it, right? Just a passing fling. The chance meeting of these two cats who, while having no mutual interest in one another, had no qualms with using one another as a temporary means of relief. From what? Subconscious upset? The trials of life? Or perhaps the reason was not so tragic. Maybe life was just better with the occasional risque encounter.
Whatever the reason, Morphine rolled onto her back and rest her paws petitely near her whiskers, allowing the sunlight to warm the downy-soft fur of her belly.
I'm going to steal Nomcoon's method of bumping! ;3
Bananas
Underneath
Magic
Pinatas
We could still say her characters had the kittens, and then think of an IC reason why they were handed off to another queen afterwards (ie. the mother(s) that she roleplayed were deemed unfitting to raise them or something)?
I'm really not sure though. I mean that might be against site rules, what with it being us making decisions about her characters without her permission, but I don't know if there's a way around that if she's been completely banned for such a long period of time.
I wish I could be of more help. ;n;
(Oh, and if Singe ever gets a mate, I'll be sure to tell you about it so you can fit it in the family tree, Krymson. :3
Come to think of it, won't these kittens eventually be half-brothers and sisters to Capone kits? I happened to stumble across that Capone plot thread and noticed Noon had been chosen for a role. Congrats on that, by the way!)
Wait.
I thought Monday roleplayed Apple and Cinnamon both for a minute, before I realized that their roleplayer is a completely different person. Er. >_>;
Monday roleplayed Gunsling, then? That sounds right. I think. Derp. Though I could be wrong, Breezey.
[size=6pt](EDIT: ohokay, I was right. yay! 8D)[/size]
Oh and np Krymson! :3 You'll definitely have a huge family tree to contend with. o_O XD
OOC || Yeah, I feel you there. x_x;
That sounds good though. So are you going to use this thread for his meeting Sable, too, since it's the same catnip patch, or...? Where should Morphine inform him that she's pregnant? (I'm assuming she's not supposed to know about the whole "affair" thing until there are kits that look oddly like him running around with different mothers >_> XD)
IC ||
An eagle feather? What a funny question. Having a fondness for collecting pretty trinkets herself, however, she pondered that maybe Gallows had the same habit. That was cute. Her ears fluttered with contentment as he continued to groom them, something that Morphine responded to with warm purrs and licks against his soft, furry shoulders. So what if she was supposed to slap him off of her in a fit of fury after mating? She was practically dizzy with the overwhelming influence of catnip, and it had been a while since she had a chance encounter with a tom that didn't mysteriously vanish right after...
Not that she thought Gallows was very different, but she could get used to this grooming thing. It showed some gentlemanly courtesy on his part.
Realizing she hadn't responded to his question, she glanced up a bit dreamily between licks and slurred a giggle, "Where you find eagles, maybe?" She trailed off with contented murmurings, "I've never seen an eagle before... I've heard they're pretty things..."
Friendly bump~ :3
Heyyy Lightning! I was wondering where you'd gone. How was your leave? :3
The splits, you say?
...why?
