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  • PLOT WITH THE LEADER OF SHADOWCLAN?

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] friends w/ ridge??
    mayb they could bcome lovers @ some point in time?? idk man just shootin ideas over here
    hes not a hp anymore if that matters 2 u, but hes a former med cat of tic n a former lieutenant of darkclan n HECKA OLD n HECKA HPR
    idk,,,,

  • plot with crackerjacker!

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] yes!! im laughin he just like barged right in n ridge is just like "oh shit ive been caught"
    nice thank u!! man i got so much muse 4 this r u kiddin me

  • love lost its way for us two + p, ridgewhiskey

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Ridgewhiskey had given up searching for his old friends and family a long, long time ago. Klondike, their father and role model, was dead, dead as a door nail. They had managed to make it to his death, just in time to see the life fading out of his mint-green eyes, and they felt horrible for always being a disappointment to him all their life. They felt horrible for ever leaving, even though their place was no longer in TidalClan.


    Ladyliberty. Ladyliberty, their dear fiance for a year and a half, the one they had thought was their soul mate. She had fallen out of love with them, despite everything they had been through, and in some ways, they supposed they had fallen out of love with her, too. That had not stopped them from feeling bitter and jealous whenever she found a new suitor, at least, for a while. They had hoped to find her, but she was long gone. Most likely forgot about them, which was okay. They would live on, as they always managed to do.


    Icedtea and Caius. Icedtea had been so, so special to them. She had managed to get them out of their depression, managed to make him happy again. Then she had bolted off to DarkClan, and much like a lovesick puppy, they had followed, seeking to please her. They had always only ever wished to please, had they not? But alas, she had run off to another by the name of Caius, then promised them a polyamorous relationship. Which had been fine, they were polyamorous. But she broke up with the both of them, leaving them heartbroken.


    Then there was Crackerjacker. Crackerjacker was a confusing case to Ridgewhiskey. He had been a potential suitor to Icedtea, one of the many she seemed to pick up. But he had held a special place in their heart, despite their relationship being considered awkward to most. But if they were being honest with themselves, then they would come to the conclusion that they had been in love with Jack. They had given up hope on that. After all, they had disappeared. They were supposed to be a blank slate, someone nobody remembered, and someone who remembered no one. So why did whenever they closed their eyelids over their brown-hued eyes, they saw him? Why did everything somehow remind them of him?


    Ridgewhiskey was trying to get to all of the herbs they could get before wintertime fell over the world, enveloping them in its icy embrace. After all, they needed to stock up, in case something happened. That was what brought them to WindClan, for they had been searching far and wide for a single herb, one by the name of broom. Apparently, DarkClan had no broom. That was stupid, they had decided in their head, but they could not complain.


    They hadn't expected to run into him, the one who haunted them to this very day. It had been so long, why was he constantly in their mind? But here they were, unknowingly trespassing on WindClan territory, face-to-face with someone he recognized. They had traveled out of their brush and almost bumped into Crackerjacker, and they took a step back, brown eyes widening.


    "A-Ah! S-Sorry, I, um, w-wasn't l-lookng w-where I was g-going-" They began to apologize, only to stop. Oh. Oh, good god. "C-C-Crackerjacker?"


    (rIP THIS IS SHORTER THEN INTENDED,,,,)

  • love lost its way for us two + p, ridgewhiskey

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] This couldn't be him. Ridgewhiskey was certain they were just seeing things, another illusion of Crackerjacker, another illusion of the one who they had fallen in love with and just couldn't fall out of love with like they had with Ladyliberty. He terrorized their every thought, their every action, and they were sick of it, they were sick of the lies that their imagination brought to them.


    But something within them told them that no, this was Jack, this was the one they still loved to this very day. This caused a hesitant, shaky, uncertain smile to cross over their maw, and they raised a paw, as if to step forward. "J-Jack, I-I-"


    And then it all came crashing down. An onslaught of hostile words filled their senses, and they blinked in surprise. They had had their disagreements before, but never, ever had Jack yelled at them. But they deserved it. They deserved each and every ill-intended word being thrown their way, and they instantly crouched low to the ground, eyes full of outright fear, trying desperately to make themselves look smaller. It was difficult to do so, given their height, but god, did they try.


    "I-I'm s-sorry, I-I'm s-sorry, I-I don't kn-know w-what I-I was th-thinking, I-I'm so s-stupid, I-I'm sorry," They seemed to choke on air as they spoke, trembling in their position, their head spinning. They were dizzy, they were choking, they couldn't breathe. This was symptoms of an anxiety attack, but they had no idea what was happening at the present, just that Jack was yelling at them, and they deserved it.


    "I-I'm so, so s-sorry!" Ridgewhiskey gave one final cry, brown-hued eyes squeezing shut as they waited for something, more words, or maybe even a blow from his (former?) friend.

  • love lost its way for us two + p, ridgewhiskey

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Hot tears rolled down their cheeks as they waited for the blow they were expecting. They had fucked up, they had fucked up big time, why wouldn't Jack hurt them? They deserved it, didn't they? But that blow never came. After a few moments of waiting, they looked up at him timidly, shaking in their own skin. Why was he stalling? Could he not just get it over with?


    Then Ridgewhiskey heard the apology, and their brown-hued eyes widened. He was apologizing? They took in a shaky breath, trying to stop those damned tears from falling from their eyes, when they were enveloped in an embrace. They hugged back instantly, burying their face into the crook of Jack's neck, sobbing into his fur and letting themselves be calmed by the warm presence.


    Once he pulled away, Ridgewhiskey granted his wish, looking into his eyes. It was easy enough to decipher that Jack still cared, and another sob racked their tall, lanky body, though this time out of relief. He still cared. "I-I won't l-leave you a-again," They promised shakily, praying that Crackerjacker would tell that they were being truthful. They could still fix things. It would be alright. "I-I'm so s-sorry."

  • i just knew i'd find you here. | OPEN, HERB + POISON TRAINING.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Ridgewhiskey decided that, yes, this was big enough of a crowd to get started. They cleared their throat and nodded, offering a slightly unsure smile. "A-Alright! L-Let's begin," They told the small crowd, nodding again. "U-Um, I'm gonna h-have to ask that a-anybody that knows he-herbs really well h-help out the o-ones who don't as l-little as p-possible." Hopefully that wasn't too big of a request.


    They reached into their pile, pulling out a plant with white trumpet-shaped flowers. "Wh-Who can t-tell me what th-this is, and wh-what it's f-for?"

  • Turn your face towards the sun [private;;Ridgewhiskey]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Ridgewhiskey had zero family left. Their father was dead as a door nail, their mother missing from the start, their siblings disappeared, and their children had also died. They were still shaken up about it, but they had to move on. They couldn't dwell on the past. The past had been nothing but pain.


    The serval was, similar to Rookfeather, scouring the lands for any last sign of herbs. This had brought them to the border of ShadowClan without them knowing, hunting for anything they could scavenge and use as medicine. That's when they almost bumped into the ShadowClan leader, and they immediately started to apologize. "O-Oh, I'm, u-um, sorry I-I almost r-ran into you." They spoke in his usual stutter, brown-hued eyes looking towards the ground.

  • without a trace. | PRIVATE, DEAN.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Ridgewhiskey hadn't known their name was considered odd by Dean. Clan names like theirs had been common in TidalClan, save for a few like their own father, Klondike, or his wife, Persephone.


    "Th-There's been a l-lot of c-canines," They agreed with an airy, almost inaudible laugh, nodding their head. "Th-Though, I-I match them for, um, h-height."

  • all can change for one. | OPEN, JOINING.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Jake really needed a place to stay. He wasn't terribly picky as he had been in his first few days of traveling. Now all he wanted was a nice, warm place to sleep and some food, maybe even cleaner water. That was all he asked for. And, finally, he stumbled upon a place he could live.


    The marbled brown tabby looked incredibly exhausted as he came to a stop at the border, but Jake still wore a large smile on his face. After all, he always had to stay optimistic! He waited patiently for someone to arrive, despite how he just wanted to dash across the border and find some place to sleep, eat, and drink.