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  • transform and rise up! [decepticon base|| MEMBERS ONLY]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent bordercolor= transparent borderwidth= 1px][font=tohoma][size=8]OOC; okies~


    IC;
    [god this is gonna be so bad]
    Static stared up at the large mech as he stood over her. The mint green femme felt her systems heat up and her faceplates went a soft peachy color, the equivalent of blushing for Cybertronians. The small Seeker laced her servos together behind her back. Her heels dug into the ground as she stared into his pristine blue eyes. You could tell a lot about someone from looking into their optics. The color deepened when they lied or when they were aroused and Prima's optics were a blue she'd never seen before.


    "Y-You're Prima." She felt a warming between her legs, an odd sensation for the young femme but she overlooked it, glancing over her shoulder at the others, who were also awestruck by the mech. Static gulped down cleansing fluid, feeling the cool liquid dripped down her throat and allow her vocal processor to reboot. "I'm Static." She spoke clearly and loudly, giving a nod. "I don't know why you were in the tomb, but th-thank you for saving us." She turned to the recordicons and gave them a very motherly look, showing them they should be tahnkful aswell. [welp, no i imagine her as a motherly figure for the recordicons when she grows up]


    [nightbird's POV]
    -this is gonna be bad, i have no muse for her-
    Nightbird nodded to her creator, reaching through her programmy and putting a light firewall around her nerve center, the one causing all the stuttering. It would lighten it, but she did not dare firewall her whole emotional processor, for fear of loosing all her emotions. Nightbird gave a respectful bow to Shockwave, being her senior and all, he deserved as much respect as a student would give to his/her master. "I apologize, Sir. My nervous excuses were illogical and unneeded, please excuse me. I must hone my skills for the day." Yes. Training would take her mind off things. With that statement, Night hurried off, a single hand resting on the hilt of one of her katanas, the other rubbing her forehead. She felt a processor ache coming on...

  • question GOOD + question BAD [private i guess? idk]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent bordercolor= transparent borderwidth= 1px][font=tohoma][size=8]There was an odd sense in the air as the Primodium looked over the landscape. The small lilac tom-cat narrowed his eyes. He looked over the foggy mountains, the air sticking to his pelt, making it stick to his fur. Golden eyes scanned his surroundings. The valley below was mist-filled and covered in trees. It was an odd sense for the tom, as he felt utterly helpless alongside his clan-mates, but out here he was the strongest.


    This had been his home since birth. The Ancient, abandoned temple was his home. Since before he could remember the group with no name had lived in the ancient temple. It was there home. And then there had been the zoo escapees that came to the temple. His teacher, and others all around.


    Primodium narrowed his eyes. Cats and creatures of all shapes and sizes lived here now, but to be perfectly honest with himself, he longed for a group with just cats his size, intimidation brought his morals down, and Primordium felt dull beside the bear and lioness that made up part of the clan.


    ooc; so i thought maybe an abandoned temple in a misty valley would make a good home for them.
    and also i but it here so none of us have to buy the crazy animals we're playing XD
    territory [ i guess, we can always change it]

  • SUMMERTIME SADNESS [ CYCLONECLAN HOLDS A POST COMPETITION ?! ]

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    Username: spadey
    Display Name: torchwood!
    Are You Participating?: yup!
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  • TEMP CYCLONECLAN HP

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent bordercolor= transparent borderwidth= 1px][font=tohoma][size=8]alrighty! so basically i have absolutely no muse for my sleath in cycloneclan, torchwood. here is her subaccount, and please stalk it a whole bunch before applying. this will be a simple adoption. you can also find info on her in several of my character galleries.


    this is how it's gonna work~
    please just state below if you're interested
    i'll be roaming around, looking at posts
    then, if i think you're sutable i'll send you a couple questions in a pm and if you get them right, wala! i'll chose my temper.


    you may or may not get the badge. depends <3

  • I ONLY NEED 2 MORE MIRACLES TO BE A SAINT [gallery]

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    TUXEDOMASK.

      [li]darkclan + assembly member + mate is hatredeyes[/li]
      [li]very serious but very playful at times[/li]
      [li]tuxedo tom with amber eyes + has invisibility and the sight[/li]
      [li]son of wildfire ♥ irony[/li]
      [li]track tag: #rogueofroses[/li]


    SOUNDPAW.

      [li]shadowclan + apprentice + no mate/no mentor[/li]
      [li]doesn't talk much + has scars all over his face so he's blind[/li]
      [li]black tom [formerly had violet eyes] + supersenses[/li]
      [li]son of rookfeather ♥ decembersnow[/li]
      [li]track tag: #blindbutstillbadass[/li]


    WYVERNKIT.

      [li]thunderclan + kitten + no mate/mentor is forgiprince[/li]
      [li]very bubbly and happy + bubbly and loves to play[/li]
      [li]white she-cat with bright orange eyes + rather tiny[/li]
      [li]duaghter of moxiestar ♥ frigidstar[/li]
      [li]track tag: #waterdancerbredonfire[/li]


    SAYRIAN.

      [li]boneclan + bone + mate is amani[/li]
      [li]the cool guy + likes to make jokes + kind of clumsy[/li]
      [li]snow leopard[/li]
      [li]son of hysteria ♥ hazeleyes[/li]
      [li]track tag: #guesswhatmybbysback[/li]


    TORCHWOOD.

      [li]cycloneclan + sleath + no mate[/li]
      [li]serious and stern but sometimes laid back + scottish[/li]
      [li]leonberger + no powers[/li]
      [li]duaghter of npc ♥ npc[/li]
      [li]track tag: #stillnotasaint[/li]


    KNOCKOUT.

      [li]bloodclan + warrior + mate was blairwitch[/li]
      [li]ladies man + cares a lot about how he looks [/li]
      [li]serval[/li]
      [li]son of du'an ♥ crossbones[/li]
      [li]track tag: [/li]


    WITCHDOCTOR.

      [li]hawkclan + warrior + mate is ______[/li]
      [li]has no memory of who he was[/li]
      [li]maned wolf[/li]
      [li]son of _____ ♥ bistrenight[/li]
      [li]track tag: #memoriesofadeadman[/li]


    AIRACHNID.

      [li]elite + warrior + no mate[/li]
      [li]evil character, theme around halloween + spiders[/li]
      [li]african wild dog[/li]
      [li]daughter of haemon mist ♥ carnivalcorpse[/li]
      [li][font=arial][size=8]track tag: #thespiderandthefly

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  • question GOOD + question BAD [private i guess? idk]

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    Primodium's fur bristled the second his group-mates appeared around him. It was one of them and then. . . four? Four of them? The Medicine Cat apprentice narrowed his eyes and turned to face his clan-mates. "Good morning everyone." Primo said in a gruff tone. When he saw his mentor, Zola, appear and he turned to her and gave a bow, as if was the courtesy in his homeland. The Lilac point siamese knew that the lioness wasn't from here, but eventually they would learn the ways of other templ-dwellers. He was surprised to see everyone awak this early. Being the only creatures living there, it wasn't that rare to everyone awake at the same time, but they mostly slept during the morning.


    They had no enemies, and if they did, a bear, a wolf, a fox, and a lioness could easily take them. Primodium gave a sigh and a final glance back at the misty valley before turning to everyone. He had given his mentor a bow and then turned to the Shogun, Empress, and his fellow Shaman. "You all are up early." He commented, accent lacing every word.


    [alrighty so primo is a siamese with a japanese accent, yay]

  • transform and rise up! [decepticon base|| MEMBERS ONLY]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent bordercolor= transparent borderwidth= 1px][font=tohoma][size=8]ooc; 8D


    ic;
    Static's optic ridges flared when she heard the twin cassette tapes laughing at the Leader of the Thirteen. She felt a whirl of anger come across her as she stared them down. She seemed to stand up taller when she turned to face them. Static's voice-changing abilities kicked in almost automatically, without her willing it. It started out as her soft, feminine voice and rose to become a darker tone, somewhere between her father and Megatron.


    "Silence yourself Minicons. You are speaking to Mech who could kill you on the spot, and you will respect him more than you respect Megatron himself." She let out a cough and her voice returned to his normal, jolly state. Stat turned back to Prima, giving a gentle smile. "Hopefully it's safe here, I don't know, but I don't think we can bring you back up there. You're too..." She paused, tapping a servo on her chin "Godly-looking, dontchya think, boys?" She asked, glancing over at Ravage. At least the cat knew who the hell he was talking to.


    [nightbird's POV]
    The training grounds were far from empty. Nightbird arrived to see just who she dreaded, Thrust and Dirge. They were currently occupied by bothering another young femme who was trying to get her blaster training in, but they didn't listen even when she threatened to shoot them with her already-warmed-up blaster. The ninja-femme simply rolled her eyes at the sight of them. She turned to the largest Mech in the training hall, someone she didn't know the name of.


    "I would like a sparring partner." She asked, voice as monotone as Shockwave.


    The Mech narrowed his eyes, studying her for a moment, once he saw her katanas resting at her hips, her nodded. Before he could open his mouth though-


    "Whaddya say you try and take on us, Birdie? I'm sure we'll go easy on you." Thrust popped up in between Nightbird and the mech, Dirge following.


    Nightbird's optics widened in surprise, but beneath her face mask a smirk came to her lips. Today was going to be a good day after all.

  • transform and rise up! [decepticon base|| MEMBERS ONLY]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent bordercolor= transparent borderwidth= 1px][font=tohoma][size=8]Static gave a nod at Ravage and gave the twin cassette tapes a dark look. Slagging little... The mint green femme narrowed her eyes back up at Prima and nodded. Her blue optics softened and she turned around and began pacing back and forth . "No. I won't have Prima corrupted by Megatron's conceded aft. We need a name for you, and you lot have to promise not to-" Static paused when she heard a deep, throaty growl coming from the entrance to the round chamber.


    Grrr... The growl was dark, as if the Terrorcons were back among them. Static slowly turned towards the entrance, blue optics wide in fright and her body froze. All she could see when she stared over at the entrance to the chamber was a pair of dark golden optics, illuminating small areas of light. The Seekerlet could barely stop herself from shaking. Was it a Terrorcon? She glanced up at Prima -her knight in shining armor would save her if it was, right?


    [mystery person's POV even tho we both know it's howlback]
    The tigress's sharp movements were no new thing to her. She stalked through the shadows in the room before she was noticed by the mint green youngling. She mentally scoffed, Younglings are useless, why would anyone want them anyway? Just the scent of her made the prowling cat what to vomit. She smelled of perfumes and other fancy things. Things the tigress had never experienced during her long life. Besides, the underground tunnels were he home now, no more daylight for her. The tigress stopped her prowling once she stood in the entrance gave out a deep, dark growl.


    [nightbird's POV]
    The ninja-femme's cheek plating flushed a soft rosy red -thank Prima for her headdress, though. Golden optics narrowed at Sixshot's suggestion, she could handle there two buffoons on her own, but she nodded, her dark glare turning over to Dirge and Thrust, who jumped back at the sighting of Sixshot. Nightbird motioned to the training ring. "I trust you two know how this will work."


    "Of course we do, babe!" They followed her over and she glanced at Sixshot.


    "Then take your position on the other end of the ring." Nightbird motioned after a moment of awkward silence between the pair. The twin Seeker gave her a click of their teeth and a wink before hurrying off the other side. The Sparring ring was crude and un-cleaned, much unlike the one back at Shockwave's lab. She always had a sparring drone ready and once that one was destroyed, the cleaning bots always came and got rid of the mess. This one had energon stains all over it and broken parts still were scattered across the floor.


    It was quite large, in Nightbird's opinion. A simple mat with a few lines across it showing where everyone stood. Nightbird hurried over to their side, not making eye contact with the six-changer? Was that the proper term? She had no time to think about it, the match was starting in under a minute. Nightbird glanced at Sixshot and simply gave him a nod.