Posts by MERGEDPAW

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]To her surprise, Icaruspaw woke up one day with two problems: a major headache and a sudden urge to find a place to stay. They were equally alarming, though only the second was unexpected. When one had headaches on an almost monthly basis, one learned to get used to them. However, Icarus had been on the move her whole life, and she’d loved it. The adventure, mostly, and the adrenaline rush. That was always good.

Yet here she was, plodding up to a border and preparing to answer the typical, boring name-and-business question. It was almost surreal. The ocelot gave herself a quick poke to determine she wasn’t having some bizarre lucid dream, then raised her head to get a better look at her surroundings. PhantomClan. She hadn’t heard much about this place…was this a good idea? Probably not.

Oh, well. ”Hello? Anyone out there?”[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 300px; color: #f0f8ff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #f0f8ff;]awkward track[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]Bam! There it was. Though Spectrepaw’s voice caused a spike of pain somewhere behind her dull yellow eyes, Icaruspaw managed a triumphant grin. ”Icaruspaw Gaudius, I’d like to join.” As far as she knew, just by saying that, she was in. They could probably kick her out if they wished—they could definitely do that, they were a Clan and she was one animal—but she wasn’t going to consider that.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]For her first experience with a Clan during which she was actually awake, this was going pretty well. Huh. She supposed Clan life in general would be just as easy, assuming she didn’t accidentally offend someone, which could be a problem. "Nice to meet you, too,” she answered, tail twitching as she glanced around. Yes, her birthplace was much bigger, but this seemed more intimidating somehow. ”At least I’m not alone in this.”[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]This didn't concern here; therefore, Icaruspaw was bored already. Nodding, the ocelot sat down and said, "Noted." She was obligated to be here; these creatures had taken her in, after all. That didn't mean she had to sound enthusiastic.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]"Flower prints?" Icarus padded up, tilting her head at the two PhantomClanners she recognized. "Huh." She wasn't sure what she thought about this, since she hadn't seen Licoricepaw any other way, and she wasn't about to give a complement just for the sake of being polite. Besides, flower prints. Making flowers just by moving. Wasn't that the coolest thing?[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 300px; color: #f0f8ff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #f0f8ff;]//quiet track[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]it's finals week ephemeral this is obviously a great idea

since icaruspaw knows just about zero phantomclanners and she'd rather meet the ghosts than her clanmates, i've made a plotting thread. if you want her information, there are some things in this fancypost, as well as in her bio.

open to friends, enemies, rivals, crushes, weird combinations of all previously mentioned things, minor injury, general interaction, being mentored
picky about short-term romance, close friends
closed to death, litters, capture, major injury, adoption/being adopted, long-term romance[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr][align=center]info ❋ tags ❋ powers ❋ bodies

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]"You're in, then," Icaruspaw meowed as she padded up, looking over the far larger creature and trying not to seem too interested. A snowferra! She had a snowferra body somewhere, it had been ages since she'd used it, and it was so much smaller than this one. And here was another one. Then again, she wasn't really a snowferra; she'd been born a perfectly normal domestic feline, then shifted into an ocelot. "I'm Icaruspaw Gaudius. Nice to meet you. Uh, no need to sound so upset?" Oh, dear. Hey, she'd tried to keep her mouth shut, and had it worked? No. Obviously not.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 300px; color: #f0f8ff;]i recently got a character by the name of icaruspaw gaudius, and i'd like her to have some non-npc family. there are only a few rules that apply to them.

- all born in domestic cat body; whether they use it or a different one is your choice.
- will be extremely hpr due to gaudius family (click) relations.
- must carry the gaudius name.
- will be g1.
- blank slates, save for the relations and things; feel free to do whatever you want with them.
- can be put in any group.
- will be physically six months old unless they've taken a different body.
- the form is sort of a free-for-all, but you must include the basics (name, gender, appearance, personality, etc.).
- this is first come, first serve, as stated in the title.
- you should probably brace yourself for family threads because why not

slot one: aphrodite
slot two: candlepaw
slot three: feferi
slot four: dayone[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]A bonfire party? Icaruspaw normally retreated into her snowferra body to escape the cold, but it was too bulky for her liking; a fire would be nice. As for the games? If this was approved, she'd have to think of something. Hm.

okay why did that autocorrect[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]participating with #pcicarus2k15 because why not[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]//jabberwockyyyy

She turned toward the newest arrival, wincing as something in her head pulsed again. Maybe she needed to do something about that. It could always wait, though; she wanted to get some names, at least, then leave before the crowd got too big. "Icaruspaw Gaudius, you too" was the ocelot's reply.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]Her best guess was that musicals involved music, and she didn't want to be in one. Singing on a stage, making the rest of the Clan go deaf? No, thank you. Icaruspaw merely snorted and sat, still prepared to listen in case something else was added.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 300px; color: #f0f8ff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #f0f8ff;]hi guys
i'm new here

any threads with icaruspaw? also, anyone willing to mentor her?[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 300px; color: #f0f8ff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #f0f8ff;]@jabberwocky:
the dark side
phantomclan has ghosts
whooooo

who makes?[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 300px; color: #f0f8ff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #f0f8ff;]@Doll Rose: sure![/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 300px; color: #f0f8ff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #f0f8ff;]@Doll Rose is that a reference to Ib because I recognize Euclid's avatar: thank you!

@Hidan.: sure! who makes?[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;]Just one day in PhantomClan, and Icaruspaw was already exploring the territory. “Exploring” consisted mostly of trying to find a water source because the pain in the ocelot’s head hadn’t stopped since she’d woken up, and by now, the moon was high in the sky. That was something else she’d need to get used to. Back when she’d been a regular cat and nothing more, her parents and siblings had gone to bed when the sun rose; in this place, it was the other way around. If that wouldn’t mess with a young trainee’s head, nothing would. She wasn’t even a trainee here; she was a student, which sounded far more sophisticated than she actually was.

Icaruspaw had decided she would call herself a “trainee” just because.

With a sigh, she came to a stop in the middle of what felt like nowhere and sat down. No water. Not yet. It wouldn’t help much, anyway, if past experiences were anything to go by, but there was no way Icarus was walking up to wherever the healers were—physicians? medics? they’d been healers back home—for pain medication. It was too soon, and she had yet to catch the scent of herb dust anywhere. This was quite an adjustment. Perhaps she shouldn’t have dozed off five minutes into her parents’ first Clan visit.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 350px; color: #f0f8ff;][hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%; width: 300px; color: #f0f8ff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #f0f8ff;]@Hidan.: thank you. :3

@jabberwocky: sure!
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1926327.0[/fancypost]