Posts by Validitty

Meh, I'm gonna make more males. It appears the genders are very uneven :')
Also, am I aloud to make an omega? It isn't an option in the ranks/hierarchy

Matagi/Female/4 1/2 yrs/Hunter

Yeah, I dont blame them. I rather hate the changes. But I'm slowly growing like it, I rather like the draft thing, cause I used to lose posts all the time. I also like how you can just click a button to italicize and stuff and not have to code it all out. It saves a lot of space and time. I also like how it almost kinda automatically previews it. The only thing I really like about this new update are the posting/typing benefits and such

Matagi/Female/4 1/2 yrs/Hunter
Matagi blinked slowly, deep amber eyes trailing to the source of the commanding voice of the Alpha. Matagi hesitantly retreated from her mind, pulling herself out of her thoughtful shell, tortting voer silently the the slowly gathering wolves, groggily looking upwards as they awaited their orders. Matagi quickly slid amongst the ranks, sitting down in the middle, in the center. She always felt right in the center. It was as if she was a deeper part of the pack. It reminded her of how she would snugggle up with her siblings as a pup, and drift off to sleep. The warmth was always a comforting reminder. With eagerness, the dark hued she wolf dropped back on her huanches, securing tail around paws, feeling more safe somehow. Lifting her stern gaze, she listened quietly for Kane's next few orders.

I like the idea of one of those loners/other pack being one of Matagi's other siblings

Im reserving that last hunter spot, I need it for Perch

thanks bunches, gosh ;-;

Matagi/Female/4 1/2 yrs/Hunter

Matagi lifted hernhead, ears pricking slightly as her name was called. A sense of relief instilled in her veins. Something to do, finally. A puff of fog clouded at her lips as she sighed, climbing back to all fours purposefully. Stretching, she trotted at a steady gait towards the exit of the paradise she called home. Imaptience edged her thoughts as she sat by the exit, waiting dutifully for the rest of her packmates, surento leave no one behind. Her darkly hued coat was like a blotch in the rising sun, its silkiness hiding decently toned muscles. She was no buffie, but she was lean, and she was a runner. Again, impatience jabbed at her, beginning to shift in place as she continued waiting. Anxiety to get to the hunt pounded at the back of her mind, the thought of a decent meal mouthwatering. She'd just have to wait, despite herself.

Name: Perch

Age: 4 & 1/2

Gender: Male

Rank: Hunter

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Persona:

-Quiet- "Ah, I am quiet like my sister. But in a less.. Well, eerie way. My quietness is a bit more of a thoughtful quiet. My sister doesn't bite, I promise. In fact, she loves talking if you approach her!"

-Playful- "I'm pretty playful. I love to joke around! Life would be so dull without humor. My sister jokes around sometimes, but not often. You have to be pretty close to her"

-Sarcastic- "You will find I'm pretty sarcastic. A lot of what I say has an obvious, sarcastic edge. I find sarcasm quite attractive, actually. It's quite humorous!"

-Impatient- "Oh, I'm very impatient. I can hardly contain myself! I can't stop the thrill of a hunt pumping through my veins, I just have to go! So I wont wait for you!~"

-Mischievous- "I've been told that I'm pretty mischievous. Although, I don't get into very big trouble. It's a rather toned down mischievous, so I guess cheeky would be the correct word?"

-Protective- "I'm pretty protective of my packmate and friends. They're all I have, besides my sister! I fight for the greater good, though, and dare you turn on me, I will never trust you again"

-Suspicious- "I'm almost always questioning other's actions if they seem sketchy. I am almost alwYs suspicious ofnothers. You never know what they might be planning or thinking!"

-Fierce- "I have a pretty sharp hunting and fighting ability, and my personality is just as fiery as my strength, believe me!"

History: Pretty much the same as Matagi's

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Sexuality: Heterosexual

Crush: Open to develop

Spouse: N/A

Offspring: N/A

Siblings:
-Taiga "Probably alive"
-Tundra "Probably alive"
-Matagi "Alive!~"

Parents:
-Palm "I hope she is alive
-Dad "I hope he is alive"

Other:

Matagi/Female/4 1/2 yrs/Hunter

Matagi snapped out of her thinking, turning her head at the feamle's question. Matagi didn't even have to think. She blinked, responding in a calm, friendly tone "Yes, I am, actually. I hope you are too, we need to stay focused today," Matagi held a bit of strictness in her tone, butnit was only a bit firm. She wasn't being dominant, simply trying to get it through that she wished to do well on this hunt. Matagi blinked, ehead snapping around at a familiar, friendly voice. A smile crossed her face at her brother's approach "Good morning, Perch," she nuzzled her brother affectionately, eyes glittering with a trust and respect that took a while to gain from Matagi "You should join our hunt, I'm sure that Alpha wouldn't mind. More strong hunters, right?" Her tail flicked excitedly, rising to our paws "Everybody is here. We should head out, we don't want to miss a single drop of daylight, now," Her voice held an excited tone, although is was a calm, neutral undertone. Her face returned to her serious expression, placing herself in the mind she portrays herself to be "Let's head out, and keep your eyes and noses sharp. Especially you, Mahala," Matagi glanced over at the trainee with a firm stare, before heading towards the exit, squinting against the fog as she adjusted to it.

Perch/Male/4 & 1/2 yrs/Hunter
Perch yawned, leaping out of his sleeping quarters with a great stretch, jaws gaping. His dark fur was a sleep rumpled mess, his steps groggy and sleep drunken. A puff of fog fromed at his lips in the cool morning air. As he woke, he began tonfeel his energy seep through his limbs once more. His icy blue eyes were alight with that fiery energy, ears twitching repetitively. He was like a quiet ball of energy, waiting to be spurred. Glancing around, Perch blinked, spotting his sister with a group of wolves at the entrance. Must be a hunting patrol. I want to join! Perch bounded over "Wait!" The male's voice escaped him excitedly, skidding to a halt beside his sister "Good morning, Matagi, Kiara, Mahala, Jarek!~" His voice was light, a lot less tighter than his reclusive sister. His eyes darted around the patrol, looking over at Matagi at her suggestion. He let out a breath of relief. He imagined running at her side, perhaps to seperate a weak cow elk from its herd. The thoight of hunting was thrilling. Perch huffed at his sister's commanding tone, glancing sympathetically at Mahala, as she seemed nervous "Matagi is just a serious, grumpy fishbreath. In other words, all bark and no bite," Perch whispered jokingly to the trainee, eyes glittering with amusement. He glanced over at Kane, frowning "Hey, Alpha! Could I join the hunting patrol?" Perch held back from the patrol for a moment before following. He wasn't about to get in trouble with his Alpha!

Anybody wanna plot with Perch or Matagi?~

Sure! Could it be decently developed? I'd rather not rush it to quickly. And they do seem like they'd be good together!

Ahhh cool! I'm excited! ^^

Matagi/Female/4 1/2 yrs/Hunter

Matagi glanced over only slightly at Jarek's growl, but promptly ignored him. Matagi rolled her eyes. She wasn't strict because she wanted to be, but because she had to be. If most of the pack was all lovey-dovey nonesense, then they'd be much weaker. Matagi believed that was a key reason in why she was the way she was. Matagi glanced over at the female trainee's observatlons. Just to check, Matagi lifted her nose to the air "Yes, Mahala, you are correct. There are three deer that way. Very good," Matagi's voice was calm, with approval in its depths "Alright, let's go see what we are up against," Matagi began slowly creeping towards the scent, being sure to not cause any noise that may scare off their quarry. Excitement snatched up Matagi, and she held her breath. Hopefully, it was good kill

Perch/Male/4 & 1/2 yrs/Hunter[size=10] Perch smiled softly to himself "Thanks, Alpha!" Perch ran to catch up with the patrol, tail high with excitement and satisfaction that Alpha allowed him to go. Perch stopped, glancing around as he heard his name called. He blinked, his bright green eyes landing on Karasu. Perch smiled in a friendly manner "Good morning! Thanks! Good luck tonyou, too!" Without a glance or hesitation, the big brute leaped afternthe patrol's scent trail, his pelt melting within the fog perfectly. Eventually Perch caught up, burshing up close to his sister, keeping his voice low "Hi, sorry. I smell deer," Perch lifted his nose, wrinkling it up. "Alright, Ms.Bossy," Perch growled, rolling his eyes. Although, it was a playful gesturenthatbhe knew she would probably ignore. Which he didn't mind, as long as she had heard it.

I believe i need to post, uno momento por favor

Matagi/Female/4 1/2 yrs/Hunter

Matagi trotted along with silence, being sure to not stray too far ahead. She occasionally threw a glance over her shoulder, no make sure no one had strayed off or had gotten lost. Perch, being at the rear, was most vulnerable to straying off accidentally. And with his pelt colors, it would be hard to find him again. Once, she felt Mahala bump against her haunches, but paid no heed. SIt didn't bother Mataginin the least. Matagi simply kept trotting on with a strady gait that was a slow trot, steady and sure, but silent. Her amber gaze searched the depths of the fog, nostrils flaring at the taintilizing deer scent. The stronger it got, the more determined she grew. The pack would eat well tonight, she would make sure of that. Even the lowliest Omega would be fed. The thought of the pack gathered around the kill that the patrol had made warmed her, and spurred her forwards. Matagi slowed as glimpses of fur ahead flashed in the fog, grunts anf huffing noises audible. Deer. They were here. It was a small posse. There were two doe, a fawn, and one dominant buck. The buck was rather huge. Matagi bristled. One blow from that suckers' hooves and one of them would be knocked out, bleeding, or worse. Matagi turned to her patrol "We should go after one of the does, the one that isn't nursing the fawn. We can't simply leave a fawn without its mother. They may be our prey, but they deserve respect. They keep us sustained and stable," Her tone was a soft growl, her ears perked "We need to avoid the buck, it's massive. One kick could easily knock you out or break a spine," Her faze scanned the patrol, waiting for that to sink in, "Now, any ideas on how we should seperate the does from the herd, Mahala?" Matagi's deep amber gaze flashed towards the trainee, her gaze's depths stern and serious, but somehow calm.

Perch/Male/4 & 1/2 yrs/Hunter
Perch glanced Kiara as she spoke, whispering "Yeah, I mean, Matagi said so. We can't let down this oppurtunity," With that, Perch bounded off to catch up with the patrol once more, which was already headung off. Slowing down, he waited for Kiara to pass him before taking up the rear, determined to keep his pack safe. If he took a blow, it would be him first. Perch stayed alert, his hackles along his neck and spine rising, putting on a fiercer look. His piercing green gaze searched the depths of the foggy woods with suspicion of every movement. Anything could be out there. Everything and anything. Perch's expression was solemn, putting back on his quiet thinking mask. How big would this herd be? He scented more than one scent trail, but they were tangled and hard to differ. He knew there was a buck, and that was all. There had to be at least three of them, myabe more. Perch halted suddenly, skidding to a halt frantically as te patrol stopped. He hadn't been paying attention, and had nearly smacked into Kiara's rear, but stopped just in time. Perch huffed "Geesh, good job, Matagi. Slow and steady," this came out as a whisper that maybe only a few of the patrol could hear, but not Matagi. Perch started grumbling huffily, but stopped as Matagi spoke, silently awaiting Mahala's response. Once again, Perch was synpathetic. He knew how nervewracking his sister's stare was from experience. It wasn't an angry stare, no, but seemed to expect everything out of everyone. And that was the scary part, along with how eerily solemn and stern it was.

Matagi/Female/4 1/2 yrs/Hunter

Matagi's head swung towards Kiara with an angry glare "No, we will not. We will wait until the fawn is bigger, and we will let them multiply. We will not touch the nursing fawn or its mother. We need to be wise with our actions, here. I will not allow anyone to kill the fawn on my patrol. We will not take the fawn just because it is easier, we will leave it alone because it is respectufl. We are not ruthless killers. Prey deserves respect, and that is simple. If we attack the nursing doe, the buck may charge. If you want a broken spine, go ahead," She snapped, tail raising, struggling to keep her hackles low "And Alpha wont be pleased if he hears how you disobeyed me. Don't think I haven't noticed your little googly eyes on him, Kiara. You think to please Alpha not for honorable reasons, but to win him over. Trying to please him for his own love interests is disgraceful. You want to please him for unnoble reasons, and want to please him for yourself, not for his respect and trust," She struggled to keep her voice low, determined to gets her points through, her voice strained, "Wolves do not kill just because we can. One deer is enough. It can feed us for days, we will not be gluttonous or greedy. Wolves are honorable and noble creatures, you will not stain that title, nor your own reputation. Am I clear?" Matagi let out a huge breath, glad she got that off her chest. She could not stress enough how much she wished other wolves respected prey the way she did. All prey deserved an honorable death, not a young, unlived one "And I believe that question was for Mahalha, sorry," All of a sudeen, Matagi seemed calm again. She was ignoring the shocked silence after her short lecture.

//whoops, I saw something about Alpha thinking she was flirting, so I figured. Also, sorrynfornher being so mean, she just kinda has strong beliefs ;0;

If it's okay, I'm gonna kill Whitemizzle off, if it doesnt interfere with anything atm. If it does interfere with something, then I'll edit and rewrite this post yo

Whitemuzzle

Whitemuzzle lay stretched out in his nest, breathing faint, eyes crusted. Fever pounded at the back of his head, everything blurred. What was this? The cold air burned in his lungs, sending pain through him like he'd never felt before. Yet, he remained quiet, keeping his breathing low. His light green eyes were clouded with confusion, even the blind one holding some sort of visible emotion. He felt numb. He couldn't move. It was like a living version of rigor mortis. Everythhing was stiff. His stomach hurt. The light that filtered through the den hardly bothered him, as he couldn't seem to register it was morning. Whitemuzzle let out a faint, but audible sigh. This fever.. It was terrible. His lips felt like a slimy mess, his eyes drier than the desert. Whitemuzzle struggled to lift his head, glancing around dizzily with the effort. Where am I? Everything was a blur, a gree, horrible blur. A cough racked his body, his legs crumbling from beneath him. Whitemuzzle felt oddly calm, though, despite all of this. He felt at peace.

Alderstripes

Alderstripes crouched over the freshkill pile near the two young, flirting cats. Alderstripes snorted, rolling his eyes. It was obvious to him that they liked each other. They were flirting as if there was no tomorrow. Could they have honestly already fallen for each other? Irispaw had not joined too long ago. He grinned. Love could come in shapes and sizes.. Although, tis was a bit rushed. But clearly, there was something going on.Alderstripes shook his head, leaning over the fresh kill pile, plucking up a plump vole for himself, and placing it in front of him. Love was.. Complicated, wasn't it? Others felt that love at first sight was real, and other believed it should be developed, and you should get to know the cat your are interested in before making a move. Alderstripes mulled momentarily over this. He believed it should be developed. But who was he to judge? He surely was no love expert!

Alderstripes turned his half, pale amber gaze towards his apprentice as his name was mentioned. Hah. Good, that is what he intended to be like. Sometimes, the deputy felt bad after being too harsh. But if he placed no discipline on the young one's shoulers, he would not be a good mentor. He'd be too easy. He'd be manipulated easily. Alderstripes smirked, raising a brow "Irispaw, you get the day off. I believe we both need a break today~," Alderstripes winked, amusement rumbling in his deeper tone. What did the amusement mean? Honestly, he didn't know. He was just being playful, he supposed. With that, Alderstripes began to settle over his breakfast, taking his first bite. He took the promising moment to relish the silence of the mornings, apart from the occasional rush of leaves as the breeze stirred them, or the call of a bird. Silence. He enjoyed those moments right before the camp began to wait. it was like bliss for him, a moment alone. A moment of peace. His eye opened. Then a thought hit him. Was Echoshine awake? Had she eaten? Alderstripes gulped the first bite, ears twitching slightly. Perhaps.. He'd just leave the prey just inside the den. He wouldn't disturb her, if she was asleep. She probably had better things to do, like tak care of all those kits. How she did it? He didn't know. But she was good at her job, that was for sure.

Alderstripes slowly rose to his paws, scooping up another vole delicately between his teeth, careful not to puncture the precious skin, which would cause the blood to pool. It was still a fairly recent kill, a bit warm. The blood would not yet have congealed. Alderstripes made his way across the clearing, gait steady and smooth, with a slight hint of a limp from his hind leg being injured. He didn't know what it was, but something had been cut off from his leg to cause a permanent, slight limp. But it didn't hinder his abilities in the slightest. It was just a terrible another terrible reminder of the battle.. That battle. Terror pulsed through him once more at the feel of his claws slicing with ease through that she cat's neck.. How the blood had spilled beneathe him, hungrily soaking his paw fur, her last words.. Alderstripes stopped in his tracks for a split second, squeezing his eyes shut, wincing as he remembered once more how she had seemed to crumple.. to fall.. To take a cats life.. That was anything but pleasurable. It had tainted him. It was dishonorable in his eyes. A disgrace. Had she had a mate? A family? Kits? Alderstripes opened his eyes once more, realizing that his hackles were standing straight up on the back of his neck. The deputy quickly regained posture, speeding up.

Alderstripes made the best effort possible to keep quiet as he brushed through the entrance, vole in his mouth. Slowly, the tom crouched down to slowly place the vole beside the exit. He lifted his had, ears twitching, his eye adjusting to the darker setting of the den. He watched the steady rising and falling of the kits' chests, the small murmurs of sleep. He turned his head towards Echoshine, all sprawled out, her kits at her stomach, curled up as well. Their small bodies were fragile looking against her stomach. It was a calming sight. He couldn't remember the last time he had been a kit, curled up against his mother's stomach. Alderstripes had one memory of being the tiniest of kits once. Alderstripes remembered the scent of milk, the curled silhouettes of two other tiny bodies beside him, his mother's larger heartbeat, and three other tiny ones, including his own. His breath caught in his throat. Everything had been fine. He thought nothign could ever touch him and his siblings, as long as their mom was there. He had thought his mom was invincible. He'd thought everything would be okay. The world was perfect, the world had been his. He could hardly remember that protection now.

Alderstripes felt his heart swell as he remembered how Echoshine was so fierce. Her kits had a good mother. A loving, protective one. One that would destroy anything that hurt them. They felt that protection. They should cherish it. Cherish it forever. Oh, how he missed that sense of protection, his mother.. Maybe one day he could bestow that sense of protection on someone else. Maybe one day he would make others feel that way. Alderstripes' whiskers quivered. Nothing was more lovely and touching than a mother's love. The deputy felt a small smile touch his lips, affection touching his thoughts "Cherish it," he said softly, perhaps to hear his own voice in the silence. That sweet, sweet silence. The only sounds were the sounds of soft breathing, and kits stirring.

Alderstripes shook his head. They'd wake up anytime now. He should probably go. The deputy quickly backed out of the den, not realizing that he had now completely forgotten the time he had murdered that she cat. He walked across the clearing calmly as though nothing had happened, and then crouche dover his breakfas tot finish it off, thoughts still caught on the nursery.

Lilackit

*sleeping bc I'm lazy and tired, and wanted to put a lot of effort into Alderstripe's post cause he is my son*

Whitemuzzle

Whitemuzzle could feel his chest tightening, everything closing in around him, his claws unsheathing and hookung into the dry moss beneath him in a stiff manner. The fever. He couldn't see. It was terrible. Pain gripped his lungs, and breath hardly stirred his chest now. He wasn't even aware of another cat's presence slipping in and then out. It was all silent. And he couldn't see. Everything was dead, maybe even him. What was this terrible sickness? It made him want to let go, to slide away.. But he couldn't just simply leave without bidding his farewell. That was what forced him to keep breathing, to keep going. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head, spit bubbling at his mouth. It was near, the end. He knew it was. He was ready.

Alderstripes

Alderstripes finished off his meal quickly before rising to his paws. The burky deputy stretched each leg in turn, relishing the relaxing tingling sensation that spred along each limb. He yawned, shaking out his pelt before completely waking up. Looking around the clearing with that one pale amber eye, he sensed something was wrong. Something ominous and depressing. But he didn't know what. The thick furred manx could simply sense it in the atmosphere. The air buzzed with tension, mostly between Lionsong and Lunastar. But the deputy didn't interrupt, just in case it was private. Instead, he glanced over at the nursery once more, paws shifting. There was life there. Invisible warmth and comfort seemed to seep from the entrance. It was irresistable compared to this terrible, forboding tension.

With that ladt thought, Alderstripes quickly trotted across the clearing to the nursery, muscles tense. His ears were flat against his skull, his pupil narrowed with wariness and concern. All he wanted to do was escape this nervousness. Alderstripes slipped through the entracne of the nursery, quickly sitting down, hackles slightly stirred with his anxiety. He shifted his front paws anxiously, trying to forget that anxiousness at pumped through him. He sat there for a moment, allowing his tense, spooked expression to ease, shaking his fur, sighing with relief to be away from the buzzing clearing "Good morning, Echoshine~," Alderstripes' tone was seemingly strained a tiny bit, hardly audible. But he still kept that calm, affectionate edge. He wouldn't have usually visited the queen this early, but he was eager to get away from that strange sensation of sense-clouding depression

The deputy calmed his tone of voice, pushing that concerning nervousness out of his expression, managing to feel fine again. He took a small breath.. And then relaxed, closing his eye for a moment before openig it with a newfound serenity in its pale amber depths as he looked at Echishine "I brought you breakfast," he nodded at the vole, shifting into a crouch nearby, but not too close. It was crowded enough anyways. He watched silently as Echoshine and her kit conversed, his gaze growing distant as he drew off into space.

Lilackit

Lilackit watched the other kits with a bored expression. She had grown, and was older than almost all of them except for Thornkit, and she was around the same age aslitt, Singingkit, and Shadowkit. She would be an apprentice soon enough. Perhaps any day now, or in a couple of moons. She didn't know, she didn't keep track. Likackit instead spent most of her time analyzing her camp ates, memorizing their daily patterns and routines, trying to somehow use that to her avantage. The she-kit simply just demanded knowing what everyone around her planned on doing. She couldn't stand not knowing ehat was going to happen. The thought of cats being unpredictable was annoying, and scared her sometimes. It was funny how she was attracted to unpredictable cats though. They were different for her, as she seemed to already know what every cat would do before they did it. How? By the look in their gaze, by the change of their expresion, by the tensing and relaxing of their muscles, by the simple shift of a gaze. All of these helped her know a cat and their emotions, whether they were happy, angry, or sad cats in general. Or a mixture. Coldkit was very intriguin to Lilackit, especially. He was so reckusive, so mysterious.. The only cat in the clan she couldn't read immediately. She could never predict his next moes.. Everything he did was always different everytime, and everything he fid was seemingly unsure. That attracted her to him. She needed to know more.
about him.

But Coldkit wasn't awake, so she would just have to cope without staring at him, as to try and figure out the tom kit. Instead, it was time to explore. With that delightful though in mind, Lilackit quickly flew past everyone in the den, although it was a tight squeeze. Immediately, she broke into a sprint, legs stretching further with each stride, her tail and whiskers streaming in the windy force of her speed. It felt great to run. It felt like she was flying.. Like she was free. It felt.. Graceful. Lilackit closed her eyes for one moment.. And.. SLAP! She felt herself slam against stronger, longer legs. Immediately, just from the scent, Lilackit knew it was a female. Looking up, the she kit recognized Leoparddance, the pretty, outgoing, playful, full grown cat. Lilackit felt reminded by Leaoparddance. Leoparddance reminded Lilackit of herself, except Lilackit was probably more fiery and stubborn, in the she-kit's eyes. "Hello, I apologize for my rudeness, Leoparddance,"