Posts by Rorschach

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  • there's nothing left to burn // joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; border-left: 5px;][size=2] When there's nothing left to burn, hear the silence.


    The thin figure, not many defining features, was laying by a immensely large oak. Their fur was white, smeared with black splotches. It was as if they just got off their shift sweeping chimneys. The gender of the character was not clear from a distance, but the structure was rather masculine. The eyes held the color of a fancy milk chocolate you would find on a table at a business anniversary. Like a truffle or something.


    Rorschach was positioned on the border of SunClan. In a laying position near the roots of the tree previously mentioned, the cat was. He simply waited for someone to approach him. His ambitions consisted of joining the Clan and working toward making it pure, or pure in his eyes.

  • there's nothing left to burn // joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; border-left: 5px;][size=2] He blinked, his eyes focusing on the female. "Yeah, uh, sure." He said, agreeing to the request. "I'm Rorschach, and I would like to join." He said, the corners of his lips reluctantly rising. She seemed nice, he liked her.

  • there's nothing left to burn // joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; border-left: 5px;][size=2]"Hello all," He said, his confidence muted. He offered a small grin. Maybe charm would overpower nervousness. "Thank you for the warm welcome,"


    There didn't seem to be much negativity in the clan. Ellington had an obvious stutter, almost excessive. Skypaw seemed unsure and Mary Bennett seemed nice. But he liked Vanillastar the best, for whatever reason.

  • i'm a puppet on a string // open

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; border-left: 5px;][size=2] The recently joined kitten stood, admiring the blank canvas of a wall. The cold stone stood tall, the greyish color was perfect to hold the chalk of his. He began to create lines. The longest was horizontal, a big further up his reach. Then many crossed the horizontal line, vertically, sectioning off the chart.


    Rorschach drew very quick stick like drawings of NPCs in the clan. Many tally marks went into the larger sections under the line. All the bad things they did counted towards their amount of tallies. He was keeping a sort of sin count.


    His mental state drove the sensitive cat to keep track of the disgusting things one did, most likely to end up getting revenge in the near future.

  • IF YOU CAN'T HANG THEN THERE'S THE DOOR(open)

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; border-left: 5px;][size=2]"The gross, squirmy stuff inside you, silly." He mused to the interesting reptile, padded up near Vanillastar. The black and white four moon old wore a smile like no other, drinking in the scene with muddy eyes.

  • EAT YOUR HEART OUT | OPEN

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; border-left: 5px;][size=2]The young feline scramble over, his expression rather positive. The pieces of chalk in his box rattled, bouncing with his steps. Rorschach spoke with the most confidence the skittish tom could muster; "How are you all?"