Posts by amberglow

With silence almost returned, Solarkit dozed off again. He was content.

Platinum is definately the best Pokemon game besides Crystal. I caught a Giritina last night.

Agoraphobia is fear of open spaces.

ooc- Stark? Okay, I'll pm Miss Hallowpaw and ask her to change it.

ooc- You told me to chnge it to Dayoro in a pm, so I did.

Arcticpaw, my ThunderClan apprentice, might fit in here. She's about eleven moons old by now.

Thanks! I love it!

Cat's Name: Arcticwind
Cat's Age: 18 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>Articwind is a chubby she-cat. She doesn't get alot of exercise becuase she is mostly stting down so she ended up chubby. Her sivler tabby fur and copper eyes are still beautifully created though. Most toms are flocking around to get a better look.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Articwind is a very kind she-cat. She loves kits and wants some of her own someday with the cat she loves. She loves to play fight with other cats, and she is very carefree. She does have agoraphobia (Or fear of open spaces). She can't stand being in the open, and must always be around lots of cats. She is very loving and her voice is sweet and soft. She can't talk loud because she hates raising her voice to peers. She will fight off any cat who even tries to touch her without permission though.
</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Artickit was a hyper and bubbly one. She was carefree and spolied. She was the only kit her age in the nursey at that time. She was the only one since her mother was only an apprentice of 12 moons when she was born. Her father was a warrior, but they had fallen in love. One morning, the day Artickit was going to be apprenticed, she woke up and her parents weren't there. She yelled and cried, and the clan sent out search parties. It had rained the night before, and her parents were trained to be "spies". They could easily sneak out wihtout anyone noticing. That day Artickit ran away. She ran and ran until her paws were bleeding. She ran and ran until she reached, the city. There she was raised. There she has stayed.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

Arcticpaw is shy and sweet, very naive, kind.

Anyone on here have a fanfiction account? Mine's Itachi's Only Love.

www.fanfiction.net

It's a site where you can read people's variations and side stories about their favorite anime/manga/book/tv/cartoon/etc.

My furry demon with beady eyes(aka my brat of a kitten) chews on my hair and trie to steal my brownies. She also typed once when I wasn't paying attention. It obviously made no sense.

I'm at the elite four right now. I'm going to have some problems there. I only have five pokes on my team with the highest level being 47. I don't know how I managed to get that far with a team like that, only losing about three battles. BTW, I like the last pic in your siggy, Tusketfur.

I kicked a football and it hit me in the head. Plus, when we play dodgeball at free period, I could be sitting down writing my book and get hit in the head at least four times in half an hour.

I've posted three chapters of a story and I'm working on a oneshot as we speak.

Leafdapple gently licked Kastrilkit's tiny head, purring. "Calm down, little one." she murmured.

I like them. I'm waiting for the Ravenpaw manga. He's lovable and one of my favorite kitties.

It's really good, Lemonwhip. Much better than I could ever do.

He eyed the pale girl, marking her as his next victim. Jade eyes watch her every movement, noting everything about her.

She shivered, feeling like she was being watched. Fear crawled up her spine as she took in the sight of the sinister man before her. His gaze was cold and calculating.

He moved forward, his gait slow, like a hunter after his target. She cowered when he came close, her pale eyes widening.

“W-What d-do you w-want w-with m-m-me?” she cried in fear. He towered over her, his crimson hair blowing in the soft breeze.

“The only thing I want is you.” he said in a cold, calculating tone. Her fear escalated to a new level. He enjoyed her fear, welcomed it. He smiled a sinister smile.

“L-Leave m-me a-alone!” she whimpered.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, my dear.” he whispered, a dark chuckle emanating from him.

With that remark, he moved even closer while she backed away, tears running down her face. She continued to back away, stopping with a gasp when her back came in contact with a rough brick wall.

“You’re mine now.” he whispered into her ear. She jumped when she realized how close he had come in a split second.

“Why?” she asked, more afraid than she had been a moment before. “Why me?”

“Simply because you stood out of the crowd.” he whispered in a sultry tone.

She relaxed a bit at his comment, though not completely at ease. Surely someone that noticed the small, delicate girl in a crowd full of people couldn’t be that bad.

He grinned sadistically. She was already beginning to trust him. How naïve she was. Hurting her was going to be even more fun now.

He towered over her; she had to look up to see his expression. She shrank back against the wall she was up against, trying to make herself smaller to avoid the sadistic maniac pinning her to the wall.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” he asked, though he knew perfectly well what was wrong. It only made him happier. Fear overjoyed him, especially fear from his prey.

“G-go away!” she cried as he leaned down toward her.

“No!” he said, loud and firm. “Stay still, my dear.”

Her shocked expression remained frozen on her face as his lips pressed against hers. It was an odd feeling, but one she enjoyed. To the surprise of the hunter and the hunted, she kissed him back. They broke apart soon after, her cheeks a searing red, him studying her reaction.

“You belong to me, my dear.” he commented. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

“I will never do anything bad to you, my sweet.” he promised. She sighed with relief. He wrapped her in his arms, squeezing her tightly.

“T-thank you.” she whispered, returning the embrace. He kissed the top of her head, scenting her lavender locks.

“You smell nice.” he told her. “Like lavenders.” His voice was muffled by her hair.

“Thanks.” she told him, snuggling into his chest. He grinned, an actual smile, not the sadistic one he had given her earlier.

“Let us depart.” he whispered into her ear before sweeping her into his arms bridal style, dashing away.

||Author's Note|| Do you like it? Please tell me what you think!

Actually, my fic Crimson and Silver is about Itachi and my OC Ali, an alter-ego of myself. So, yes. My second story, a one shot, which I posted in the OOC fiction board, is two other charries from the show.