Posts by .:Riddle Talker:.

The wildcat stumbled around aimlessly, not knowing where he was. Or, infact, who he was. All he knew is that he wasn't supposed to lose that much blood. It was then he collapsed on the ground, not knowing he was on the boreder of an unknown clan. His head throbbed, and it was bleeding heavily. His smell was absolutely useless at the time, so he would not know if anyone was coming. He was very light headed, and his fur was soaked with blood. This was not good, but he didn't have time to think of what to do because he blacked out.

The kit woke up once again, black eyes shooting open. He looked at the apprentice. "Do you mind telling where I am? I would tell you my name but remember it I cant." He said, blinking at him. He attempted lifting his head, but he couldn't due to the throbbing pain in it. Instead he layed back down and closed his eyes. "Surely you didn't think I was dead, and what have you got on the top of my head?" He asked slowly.

He shook his head. "Nothing at all, why would I lie? I've got a hole in my head, I'm not just passing by." He stated calmly. He didn't want to offend him, but it popped out. He noticed that he was rhyming, and the other cat was not. He had not tried to rhyme. It just came out. He got to his paws but fell straight down on his side again.

The kit didn't like that name, runt, no not a bit, but he crawled a little closer. He looked back up at the medic, a greatful look in his eyes. He was glad he was being treated to. It was confusing, and it didn't help he couldn't remember anything.

He gobbled them up, very happy that he should be feeling better. When he was done, he did what he was told to do and took deep breaths, his chest rising and falling at an uneven rate, his head still bleeding but way less now. Other than that, he seemed fine. He closed his eyes, trying to block out some of the pain.

He opened one eye, and attempted to say 'I can walk.' But before he could, he fell back down again. He didn't like the fact he needed help, but he did. Now that the fact he could sleep without dying was out of the way, he closed his eyes, trying to find his happy place in all this commotion.

Riddlekit just needs friends, family, and plots! But here's a few things you need to know.
-No kill
-No fire based anything
-Riddlekit is gay
-He only talks in rhymes
-He is a kit! Nothing inappropriate!

Other than that I'm perfectly fine with anything!

Yay! Can you send me a link to the boards?

He shifted around, quite uncomfortable, but decided to ignore it. They were doing the best they could, so he wanted to try and be glad they even bothered to look at him. He closed his eyes tightly as another wave of a major headache came swirling through her head.

What he's open for:
-injure
-family
-capture
-enemies
-friends
-just talking
-just about anything not named on next list

No:
-kill
-boyfriend(he's gay)
-fire

Things to know:
-he talks in rhymes
-he has amnesia
-has current coughing fits
-he's gay

Thanks!

I made it. It's not letting me put down the link so just check my history if you want to plot anything. Thanks!

Yes I would love that! Any plot ideas?)

Okay! That would be good!

Riddlekit watched from the side lines, quite amused that at such a young age Maria wanted to train. But he kept his mouth shut, because he was new to the policys and was not sure if this was normal or not. He also didn't know most of these people, and they might find it weird that the jaguar kit only talked in rhymes and didn't remember anything past yesterday.

The jaguar kit stumbled over, his head injurie clearly not healed. But hey! He came. "Hello, I'm Riddlekit! And I'm new to this! I don't have many friends so I take what I can get!" He rhymed. He was unable to talk any other way, so he just delt with it. Riddle really wanted to plot with people, so he headed to the snack bar, hoping to meet some people!

(Hi! I'm This.is.our.time! I know it says I'm Silent song but that's act not my main account. Something screwed up.... Well, I love music, chatting, and writing. I'm very good at talking to people and I ove being the go to girl if you have a problem! Riddlekit needs a fancy, and so does this.is.our.time, I'd you can make one please pm me! Thanks!)

Woah, what was that? Riddlekit padded up to him slowly and dipped his head, hoping he was doing the right thing for greeting a high position. "Sir, you the most amazing creature I've seen, much bigger, taller, stronger than me!" He exclaimed, a wide grin on his maw for having the courage to do that.

Riddlekit looked at it, and found that this was kinda cool. Maybe these could be used for many things. But we're they edible? "If I were to say, put some of this in my mouth, would I be allowed to swallow or would I have to spit it out?" He asked, his milky brown optics gazing around the crowd. The jaguar kit waited for an answer. Whatever the answer was, he was not eating it, even if it was believed to be the best thing in the world, the medics would need it more than his stomach.

Riddlekit took a cosy spot beside Charlie. He knew he could not so much damage, so he stayed in his lazy RPers museless track post.

Riddlekit rolled around in the paint, yipping. For heavens sake! This was amazing! It was fun! He danced around like an idiot before thinking of something. "Humor is what this clan lacks! What do you say, let's get them back!" He rhymed. He looked around, hoping at least one person would agree.

Riddlekit sorted around the skull, unaware that he was digging through a dead head. He grabbed a bandage, examining it. His head had stopped bleeding, but he didn't want germs. So he peeled off the old cobwebs and began to attempt wrapping up his head. In the end, it was sloppy, but it worked. He began pawing though it again, wondering what could help a headache.