Posts by kittenkisses.

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[fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]At the head medic's call, Tempest looked over at the small female from where he was putting the finishing touches to his new nest (it was finally nearly complete) on the outskirts of camp, interest sparking in his deep blue gaze. He was still new to the Clan, and the ways of Clans, so was still unfamiliar as to the whole hierarchy of high positions and their roles, but had managed to pick up so far that there was a team of members of the Clan who learnt the medical properties of herbs and used their knowledge to treat their Clanmates in the event of an injury, and Eden was their head. Tempest admired the amount of memory and skill that must be put into their work.
Deciding to leave his nest-making for now in favour of attending the small meeting, the dark tom rose gracefully from his sitting position, leaving the half-finished mass of bracken, ferns and feathers were it was, and wove through the others milling around camp to reach the medicine den. He hesitated slightly before taking a seat a fair few paces away from Eden herself, still unsure of how to conduct himself in these meetings, noticing that only one other individual had answered the call so far. Judging from the younger feline's stance and expression, Tempest guessed that they may be hoping for the position. Not knowing many others in the Clan yet, or having even been in the Clan whilst Eden was gathering interest, the dark male didn't know who was running for the position, or how many were hoping to be chosen. He hoped that not too many would be disappointed today.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; background:url(https://media.giphy.com/media/xu9J7Ew3Z8Yso/giphy.gif); width: 403px; height: 200px; overflow: hide][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 40px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px; margin-bottom: -5px][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -9px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black]TEMPEST.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -18px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]I'VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: candara; font-size: 9px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]BATTLE TAGS — POWERS — INFORMATION — OTHER[/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]I like the capturing idea quite a lot, maybe organise it with another group?
I also think that infestation plots (like insects or something) are quite fun xD
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; background:url(https://media.giphy.com/media/xu9J7Ew3Z8Yso/giphy.gif); width: 403px; height: 200px; overflow: hide][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 40px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px; margin-bottom: -5px][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -9px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black]TEMPEST.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -18px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]I'VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: candara; font-size: 9px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]BATTLE TAGS — POWERS — INFORMATION — OTHER[/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]Tempest appeared just as Frost announced the new title in a super quick, super crap track post, his blue gaze fixed intently on the assistant. That sounded interesting.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; background:url(https://media.giphy.com/media/xu9J7Ew3Z8Yso/giphy.gif); width: 403px; height: 200px; overflow: hide][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 40px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px; margin-bottom: -5px][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -9px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black]TEMPEST.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -18px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]I'VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: candara; font-size: 9px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]BATTLE TAGS — POWERS — INFORMATION — OTHER[/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]Tempest raised his eyebrows slightly in a look of mild, pleasant surprise when Poe shook his head in response to him claiming to be rambling, and then went on to laugh and tell him that his reason for joining was more interesting than the canine's own. The BlizzardClanner was certainly very pleasant to talk to - Tempest had never really had anyone to tell his stories too before. He'd only had his mother, and she'd always either experienced them with him, or was too busy fighting off a predator or hunting or finding somewhere to stay the night to listen to his endless chatter. Maybe this was what having a friend was like? Tempest wasn't sure, but he knew that he was enjoying the company.
The dark male was quickly pulled from his thoughts as Poe began to tell him of his own reasons for joining the Clans, and Tempest listened with rapt interest, keeping the eye contact intensely. He had just opened his mouth to inquire as what this 'Resistance' was, but the other male answered the question before he had time to ask. Fighting the evil of the world? That sounded very intense. The black feline was intrigued.
"Combating evil?" he repeated, his deep voice holding a hint of awe. "That's certainly admirable." The tom paused, then added, "Would you mind telling me more about this group of yours? I'd be very interested to hear more about it." The young warrior hoped that he wasn't intruding, but he couldn't help himself. His curiosity and innocent thirst for knowledge sometimes got the better of him. He waited for Poe's response, watching him passively, but with interest sparkling in his gaze.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; background:url(https://media.giphy.com/media/xu9J7Ew3Z8Yso/giphy.gif); width: 403px; height: 200px; overflow: hide][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 40px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px; margin-bottom: -5px][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -9px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black]TEMPEST.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -18px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]I'VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: candara; font-size: 9px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]BATTLE TAGS — POWERS — INFORMATION — OTHER[/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]Hearing someone moving through the undergrowth, Tempest looked up from the ground. He had been lazily following the path of an ant with his dark blue eyes whilst dozing in a patch of rare, warming sunlight, on the outskirts of camp, but the sound of pawsteps and the rustling of the ferns nearby roused him from his sleepy trance. The black feline looked up to see who it was, ready to call a small greeting to them if he knew them, but the words died in his throat as he took in who it was. It was a stranger, not someone from his Clan from their scent. Tempest took in the strange combination of a maned wolf's body with the impressive rack of antlers adorning their head. That was certainly unusual. However, the male didn't think too much of it - a few creatures in the Clans seemed to have these... mutations. Antlers, wings, scales, horns... the list went on. It had been a little alarming at first, but Tempest had quickly learnt to accept it, like he had learnt to do with many things since joining ThunderClan.
Wanting to see if he could assist the stranger in some way, Tempest rose and stretched a little, loosening his muscles after sitting for so long, not taking his curious gaze off the maned wolf. They may be in search of someone, or perhaps here to join, as he was not so long ago. However, as he began to make his way over, Eden appeared first, asking the female if she needed anything before he had chance. Never mind, he could still perhaps be of some use. He was on his way over now anyway.
The black male continued on his trek over to the two, and moved to stand a pace or two away from Eden, facing the newcomer, his deep blue eyes watching them intensely. He nodded briefly to the head medic, acknowledging her presence, before focusing on the maned wolf again. "Hello," he said, neutrally, dipping his head to her as well, not offering anything more since Eden had already covered what was necessary to say. His tone of voice may appear cold to some others, but he couldn't help it - he just appeared to be emotionless sometimes. Really, he was ready to help the female in any way she required.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; background:url(https://media.giphy.com/media/xu9J7Ew3Z8Yso/giphy.gif); width: 403px; height: 200px; overflow: hide][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 40px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px; margin-bottom: -5px][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -9px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black]TEMPEST.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -18px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]I'VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: candara; font-size: 9px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]BATTLE TAGS — POWERS — INFORMATION — OTHER[/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]The she-wolf wanted to lead again? The reason for her having stepped down previously must not have been a willing choice then. Tempest wondered what it would be like to lead a Clan, let his mind wander to what it would be like to lead ThunderClan himself in order to understand Oprah's desire more fully. It must be a great and overwhelming responsibility - all those folk to organise, to protect, to keep in order - but the rewards must also be great. The sense of achievement and leading the Clan to prosper as it deserved to, and also the chance to fulfil personal goals, like spreading the territory or taking control of other Clans. The tom knew that many lusted after power to the point of driving themselves insane, and knew that it was dangerous game.
"What's it really like, being leader? I assume it's a huge responsibility, but a fulfilling experience, but you'll know a lot better than I," the black feline spoke quietly, not looking away from Oprah for a moment. Of course, she'd know a lot better than himself the benefits and drawbacks of ruling over a Clan.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; background:url(https://media.giphy.com/media/xu9J7Ew3Z8Yso/giphy.gif); width: 403px; height: 200px; overflow: hide][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 40px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px; margin-bottom: -5px][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -9px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: black]TEMPEST.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: -18px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]I'VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid white; font-family: candara; font-size: 9px; margin-left: -60px; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black]BATTLE TAGS — POWERS — INFORMATION — OTHER[/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]Before Frostbite's arrival, Tempest had been resting amongst the high branches of a birch tree, looking out across the vast lake. The black tom's tail hung over the edge of the wide branch, and he balanced on the wooden, natural structure effortlessly, his legs tucked under him in a half-sitting, half-crouching position. It wasn't the most comfortable way to spend a lot of time, but the birch didn't have any wide forks for him to settle his lean body into. Never mind, it served its purpose well enough.
Deep blue optics had gazed out away from ThunderClan territory, taking in the lake and the surrounding territories as much as possible. The still-fairly-new warrior hadn't been to this part of his home very often, but it was clear that he had been missing out. The forest seemed to merge seamlessly into a sandy shore, which bled into the dark waters of the lake that lapped at it gently: a beautiful sight. Across the wide lake, Tempest could see territories of different kinds - swamps, darker forests, grasslands. He knew that ThunderClan lands didn't stretch that far, and wondered if they were inhabited by other Clans. If so, which ones? What were they like?
The black tom didn't have much time to dwell on these thoughts, though, for the peace and silence was broken for him by someone whooping and crashing through the forest, heading towards the lake (and himself) by the sounds of it. Tempest moved his head to watch the newcomer curiously as they broke through the treeline and headed towards the body of deep water. Despite never having spoken to them, Tempest recognised the white fox to be Frostbite, an assistant deputy. He continued to focus on her, and jumped as she hit the water and jumped back herself, out of the water again. What had she seen? The dark male frowned deeply as the female suddenly took up a stance of fear and horror, her gaze fixed on the water before her like it had offended her. Tempest prepared himself to run down and help her, but the fear appeared to leave her some after only a few moments, and she shook out her pale pelt, seeming a little clamer, but not much. Tempest tilted his head to his right, his eyebrows furrowed, feeling curious. What had spooked her so badly?
Since Frostpaw still seemed to be quite shaken up, Tempest decided that it was his duty as a Clanmate to go and check on her and offer her any assistance that she may need. He slid down the birch's slender trunk, hindquarters first, slowing his descent using the branches that stuck out randomly all around him, and padded across the sandy and stony shoreline, reaching her quickly. "Excuse me," he began, stopping a few paces away so that she didn't lash out or something at him in his frightened state. The tom's voice was gravelly and deep (as always), but had a more soothing undertone. "Are you alright?" He didn't offer any more than that for now - he'd start slow, just in case she was too shaken to speak or something. Now that he was closer, he could see how badly shaken up she was.
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[fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]Tempest was pacing slowly through the forest, weighing each pawstep carefully, his deep blue eyes scanning the area carefully for prey. His stomach growled loudly, and he winced, certain that it would scare all the prey away. The dark male had been exercising alone, swimming in lake, to take advantage of the warmth of the day, and running along the sandy shore at the edge of the territory to warm up, to build up his muscle tone. He'd realised a day or two ago that his muscle was wasting away a little and he was getting soft around the edges, as he'd had no threats to run from or anything to fight since coming to ThunderClan. Not wanting to lose his edge and put himself in a dangerous situation if he were to be attacked, the tom decided to start working on his fitness again, hence the intense exercise.
After working, he'd staggered back into the forest, absolutely exhausted, found a hollow log and collapsed inside it, falling asleep almost instantly. When he awoke, he was certain that he'd slept for moons, and the pain in his stomach forced him to rise and find something to eat. Therefore, there he was, desperately searching for something to eat before his stomach noises scared all of the prey away.
By the time Fairykit came bounding along, the young feline had two plump mice swinging from his jaws. He'd already caught and devoured a wood pigeon, and was taking these back to camp to offer to others or to finish off his meal. He was slightly surprised to come across Fairykit, since he didn't recognise her, and watched her dance around a little before placing the mice at his feet to free his jaw for speech.
"Hello?" he called to her, softly and deeply, wondering if she was from another Clan and had entered the terriotry accidently. Maybe she was just new. "Can I assist you in some way, miss? Are you lost?"
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[fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 405px; height: 117px; opacity: 0.80;margin-left: -17px][fancypost bgcolor= white; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; height: 108px; opacity: 1.00;margin-left: -11px; font-family: candara; text-align: justify; overflow:auto; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%; color: black]Tempest happened to be passing by the den when he heard a voice that he recognised to belong to Flowercub come floating out, announcing to him that she had a medical condition and was now blind after awaiting it for some time. The black feline stopped in his tracks, turning his head to glance at the den, sympathy for the female filling him. That must be really awful. After a moment's hesitation, Tempest turned his whole body and shouldered into the den, ready to give the cub any assistance that she may need. It really was the least that he could do.
As the dark tom's eyes adjusted to his gloomier surroundings, he took in the sight of Flowercub and a grey and white kit that he didn't know the name of standing together. That must have been who Flowercub was talking to. Tempest watched from where he stood as Morningcloud approached the pair and sat down with them, greeting them and introducing herself - he hoped that Flowercub wouldn't feel too crowded if he went over too.
"Hello all," the young warrior greeted the group himself, after making his way over to them in two long strides, nodding to each of the members in turn (including Flowercub, but out of habit). The male took a seat next to Morningcloud, and faced Flowercub, his naturally deep and gravelly voice, with kindness filling it, reaching her easily. "Hello, Flowercub, I'm Tempest. I don't think we've met before, but I couldn't help but overhear you saying about being blind now, and I was wondering if you were in need of any assistance. I'm happy to help you in any way that you may need." Tempest shot a small smile at each of the other two, showing them that he wasn't trying to muscle in on their conversation, and that he was only offering his help. They should get the message - hopefully.
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