[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8][Oops, I did check the board but I couldn't see one (: ]
"Oookay," said Rikki, making a mental note of the participants. "I'll give you all partners soon."
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]"My name's Rikki. Welcome. Enjoy yourself," the sentinel said, making an appearance rather abruptly and looking the newcomer up and down, nodding slightly to herself. "If you need anything ask someone," she added.
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]Ooh yes. A raid. This'd be fun. Hearing the announcement, Rikki shifted into her puma body, smiling and flexing her claws.
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 350px][justify][size=8]Heart racing, the lithe bigcat rushed forwards like a wave upon the shore, green eyes searching for an opponent eagerly. It wasn't that she liked hurting people, but fighting gave her a certain thrill that nothing else did. And she needed to help her clan. The TidalClan sentinel skidded to a halt, fur bristling as she looked for someone to claw.
[ is in a puma body + open for fighting ]
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]Rikki's eyes settled on Quinton. The puma lunged towards him, one paw spread out, aiming to knock him off his feet.
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]"Hey, Alex. You okay?" Rikki's voice was next to sound, as the fawn calico padded over with a deep frown on her face. Was she drunk?
museless track post
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]Rikki padded into the mall, clutching in her jaws a fat pigeon. She didn't hunt often, but seeing this pigeon she decided it was worth it. After all, it was so fat it wasn't that hard to catch. She spat it onto the floor, and glanced around through narrowed eyes. Then she sat, and began to wash her paws hastily. Nothing to do.
[Going to the midnight showing of the hobbit tonight
I'll be in the cinema for eight hours asdfghj
/dies ]
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 150px; width: 350px][justify][size=8][I really need to concentrate on other things (art, mainly, and real life) right now, and I just don't have enough time for a hp :3 ]
Rikki frowned. The petite fawn calico sat in the mall, biting her lip, apparently deep in thought. Her tail occasionally twitched, and then she stood, turning on the spot. "TidalClan! Oi!" she yelled, leaping off the bench on which she had been seated and pacing along the cold floor.
"I'm quitting. I mean stepping down. Whatever it's called. Sorry, I just can't - I mean, it's too stressful. I prefer being an ordinary warrior, you know? Um...thanks," she said awkwardly, shrugging. Speeches weren't her thing, really.
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8][so Rikki's leaving in an attempt to boost my muse, not sure where she's going and if it's temporary or not, but I didn't want her to just poof without any explanation. <3 ]
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 400px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]Satchel swinging around her neck as her paws stopped, her small pink nose twitched. Ears flicked. Scents, lots of scents, and tiny sounds everywhere. The scents were mostly feline, but she could smell a few others mixed in.
Rikki had travelled far, mostly in her puma body to save effort, and evidently the journey had took its toll. Reaching what she hoped was her destination, she had shapeshifted back into the petite fawn calico she was, and sat down to rest. After an hour or two she crossed the border, and that was where she was now.
Aware and nonchalant that she was trespassing - hey, she wasn't hostile - the ex-TidalClanner wandered forwards, licking her lips at all the lovely prey scents around her. She was starving.
"Hey! Anyone home?" she called.
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]"Is this a clan? It is, right?" she asked, ignoring Xavier's questions and asking one of her own. She answered, however, when the dog appeared. Rikki flicked her tail, sitting down, and introduced herself. "I'm Rikki, an ex-TidalClanner - as I'm sure you can tell from my scent. I want to join," she mewed.
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]Rikki beamed, taking in all the names and new faces that surrounded her. She nodded to Ottersplash, frowning thoughtfully. "Yeah, I am, actually. What way's your camp?" the calico asked.
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]"I know the feeling, buddy," sighed Rikki, waltzing over and inspecting Mason, recognizing him after a moment from her joining. "RiverClan's nice," she commented. Though she occasionally missed TidalClan, she was enjoying meeting new people and seeing all the sights.
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 80px; width: 350px][justify][size=8]Rikki yawned lazily, rolling onto her back and flicking a fly from the tip of her tail. It was a chilly day, but despite the cold the young feline had woke up late, snug and warm in her feather-and-moss nest. Now she was laying in the center of the camp, dusty white fur and cream-blue patches.
She closed her eyes, thinking for a moment - TidalClan. Cats. RiverClan. More cats. Swimming. Then she abruptly rolled back over and stood, stretching for a moment or two before glancing around.
