Posts by ( Jessica )

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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#57adb7; border: 2px solid white; border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px; width: 425px][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 2px solid white; padding-bottom: 12px; width: 390px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px black; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana; color: black]A bonfire. Flames licking high into the sky, reaching for the sky above — which Lightningrider assumed would be filled with stars. Bonfires generally happened at night, when you could see the embers for miles around. The only bad thing about this was that it attracted a bunch of bugs: moths, and... well, just moths, actually. That was all he could think of off the top of his head, anyhow. He was sure there were more. Anyway. There would be a huge pile of wood feeding into the fire, attendants occasionally throwing logs into the fray to keep the fire going.

Yes, he could imagine a bonfire quite well. He had only ever seen them from afar, however, because the clans he had lived around hadn't ever been too friendly. Watching from at least a mile away, the only emotion he had ever felt was disappointment that his family couldn't have that kind of fun, that kind of feel-free mantle wrapped around their shoulders. And now they never would again. What had they missed?

Maybe he could find out. Find out what they had been missing — if anything. Only one thing plagued his mind: was this so-called StormClan one of the clans that had chased his family away from their borders at one point or another? If it was, would they recognize him? Flattening his ears slightly in wariness as he made his careful way over, he straightened and set his features in a chiseled, stoic expression. He dipped his head ever so slightly to the kitten, settling in among his clanmates. They trusted a kitten to make the journey here to deliver an invitation?

If they were willing to do that, then maybe they weren't really so bad. In that moment, he decided that he'd go. See what it was like, if nothing else.
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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#57adb7; border: 2px solid white; border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px; width: 425px][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 2px solid white; padding-bottom: 12px; width: 390px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px black; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana; color: black]Chase had found the little group shortly after their former home was taken over by moss. He could take care of himself, and had lived with his family up to that point, but they had been taken by some sort of forest sickness. He had left, not having anything left to do for them and not wanting to catch the disease himself. Having lived with them until then, he wasn't yet ready to live on his own — and that was how he had ended up exploring around until he found this group, this group that had readily taken him in at a moment's notice.

The black-haired teenager emerged from his solidly-built tent, acknowledging Haley with a short nod. "Haley." He had been sitting, totally at peace with his surroundings, staring at the only picture of his family he had left, the only one he had been able to find before fleeing his old home. He wasn't entirely sure if he was still totally accepted in this tight-knit community as of yet, but perhaps someday he would be able to treat these people as he had his family.

His stomach growled, reminding him of why he had finally emerged from his tent. "Is there anything leftover from breakfast?" he asked, lifting his head to hold Haley's gaze.
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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#57adb7; border: 2px solid white; border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px; width: 425px][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 2px solid white; padding-bottom: 12px; width: 390px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px black; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana; color: black]This truly was a strange place. If Lightningrider had been out in time to see what Miyu was originally doing to his unwitting victim, he probably would have just stared, a faint smile curving his maw. It was the kind of thing one of his two younger sisters might have done to wake him up in the morning, whispering strange nothings into his ear until he woke up, surprised and totally caught off guard.

But he hadn't been out in time, and both of his sisters were dead. The present was much different than the past, something he held bitter opinions about. But, for the time being, the time that the solid black feline exited the camp-building was right when Romanpaw was woken up with a rather abrupt start and a pinch of cussing.

Pausing right where he was, Lightningrider watched Miyu and the wolfdog, unsure if an intervention was needed. He was unsure of many things these days, it seemed. He was, however, able to easily discern one thing: if Miyu looked to be in a lot of trouble — or at least, more than he already looked to be in — he would stage an intervention. For now, it seemed that Nicostrata had it covered.
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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

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Lightningrider was very much so used to moving; his family had never been safe staying in one place for too long, and eventually their luck had run out and life caught up to them and left them with nothing but regrets. Now he was alone, and once again he was moving. Would he ever be able to settle down? At least the inhabitants of this clan weren't hostile, just deviant — and he had no problem contending with that issue.

The black-furred male perked his ears, tail flicking lazily as he sat in the comforting shadow of a tree. He sat among their roots, a space he had kept around for the last couple of days from his joining. He hadn't had the time to even begin calling the mold-infested hospital home, so he didn't have any objections with once again moving his sleeping residence. He hoped that they didn't touch base in any place that reminded him of his previous home, but there was little chance of that. The former home in question was a small cave carved into the side of a hill — that's where it had happened. The event he held inside his heart, caged with lock and key.

Did he have any belongings? Naught but one, one that he hadn't shown to anyone else for fear of them pitying him and trying to figure out his story. He liked his anonymity here, the anonymity that was duly respected by his new clanmates. It was very simple, but it stood for a lot more in his mind: a crow's feather. He had placed it carefully in his fur before attempting to join, positioning it so that it blended in perfectly with his pitch-black fur.

Getting to his paws, the feline have Miyu a short nod. He seemed to be the leader of the Enterprise, though he had neglected to say so when Lightningrider had joined. "Ready," he said monotonously.
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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

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wolfe : ah, that's fine. as long as rome manages to piss off lightningrider (maybe by prying into his past??) he'll get real angry and do so ass-kicking. so who makes?

@tespooka that username though: sure, go ahead!!
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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#57adb7; border: 2px solid white; border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px; width: 425px][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 2px solid white; padding-bottom: 12px; width: 390px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px black; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana; color: black]Hawthorn awoke one day to the screeches of his family. At this point, they had become almost a monotonous part of his life, working their way into his life at almost regular intervals. Long ago had they learned that they were not welcome anywhere near any of the clans, and even when they settled far out of their so-called boundaries the clanners seemed to almost go out of their way to find them — however, it wasn't always clan cats. Sometimes it was only a group or family of loners; however, a clan was a much more substantial mass that they could blame, so more often than not that was what they went with.

The young black-furred feline scrambled to his paws, perking his ears as he came fully to attention. Another attack, so soon? It seemed only a couple of days ago that they had been driven off. At this point, his family had tried many different things to avoid the clans, but they were everywhere. Hawthorn even had a secret fear that no matter how far they traveled, they could never find a piece of land not in the hold of the clans and that his family would never be safe.

His siblings were too young to really do anything to help them defend themselves, so Hawthorn's mother usually hid with them in the corner of wherever their den was at that time. Assembling himself as fast as he could, he raced out of his space in the den, tripping over his own paws in his haste. A quick taste of the surrounding air told him it was loners — perhaps they were hungry and were raiding to get food. It was the middle of leaf-bare, after all.

Sliding in beside his father, who had already taken up a defensive position, Hawthorn waited to get a verbal description of what was going on here. Shoving his own apprehensive thoughts aside, he tuned into the ongoing conversation between his father and the small group of loners. There were only four — the two groups were evenly matched, then — but they were lean and driven by a desperate need for food. Hawthorn's family had been able to find only enough for themselves, so this was definitely not something they needed right now.
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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#57adb7; border: 2px solid white; border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px; width: 425px][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 2px solid white; padding-bottom: 12px; width: 390px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px black; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana; color: black]Among all the things that had been imposed upon Lightningrider throughout his solid two and a half years, being able to write or even read was not one of them. He stared blankly at the strange lines the CEO had left in the tree, thinking nothing of them. Not that they were meant for him, anyhow, but it was all the same.

"Any ideas where we are heading?" the dark-furred feline grunted, padding after his departing clanmates. Were they going to walk until they found someplace new to live? They were open to attackers if they were indeed doing it that way; and weren't the other clans going to attack if they passed by too close? The male's fur rose unwittingly at these thought-provoking questions that raced through his mind. He had only just got here, his muscles weary of walking. He had done too much walking for his young age, and it seemed he still had more to go. You'd think he'd get used to such a thing, but his body still struggled to contend. Only in battle did he really seem to come alive — but then again, he had nothing left to fight for.

Unless he could forge the same type of loyalty to his clan, here, as he had had with his tight-knit family. Maybe, if he gave it time, he could do so. Patiently waiting for Miyu's response, Lightningrider set in alongside the others, setting his vibrant gaze on the imaginary road ahead. Where would it stop? No one knew. They'd find somewhere promising and settle there, but every part of the journey up to that point was undetermined.
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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#57adb7; border: 2px solid white; border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px; width: 425px][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 2px solid white; padding-bottom: 12px; width: 390px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px black; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana; color: black]Small robotic foxes with multiple tails weren't on Lightningrider's scare list, sadly. People attacking his loved ones and things that go bump in the night, sure. But Aradia? Nope, not even in the slightest. She'd have to look elsewhere for entertainment, somewhere else that didn't have anything to do with him. Unless she could catch him unawares, that was. Anyway, by now the male could tell that Miyu was in a state of extreme discomfort — his eyes were practically rolling with uncomfortable tension. Was he going to explode? Well, they couldn't have that, even if he had just joined.

The domestic feline marched up to Miyu's side and very pointedly plucked Aradia from the CEO's back. "Terrorizing the leader of this place doesn't help anybody," he said quietly, firmly. Setting her down, pointedly, on the ground at his feet, he straightened, following resolutely after Miyu. Hopefully, that would solve the problem for now. No more tension — perhaps just a little anger from Aradia's viewpoint, as he had ruined her fun. Or, she may even just hop back up on the CEO's shoulders and restart the whole interaction over again.

For now, however, Lightningrider would focus on whatever Miyu had to show him about his new home. Careful not to show any outward friendliness, he replied. "Okay." Should he just completely assume that the hospital was off-limits, then? He guessed that that came along with the statement 'we moved from our hospital.' Whatever was a hospital, anyway? Didn't sound like anything he had ever encountered before. "Does the whole territory look like this, trees and bushes?"
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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

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- LIGHTNINGRIDER![/fancypost][/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor #endeavortemplate[/size]

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and the haters gonna hate, hate, hate[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: gisha]A thump-thump of hooves beating the ground as she thunders along, a black figure racing across the sun-bleached sand and standing out like the stars in the sky. Exerted snorts are exhaled from her muzzle at regular intervals. She was running, running away from her mother and towards a new life. There hadn't been anything particularly bad about living with her mother, but she was ready for something else, something new.

Her journey had led her here, to the edge of the Rift's territory. It seemed well protected, laying out on an island surrounded by water instead of somewhere on the mainland. Slowing down to a more comfortable pace, Eidolon let out a frustrated whinny. They expected her to swim out there? She was only a filly, and a young one at that! Barely six moon-cycles old. Finally coming to a halt, she collapsed on the sand, mentally cursing the fact that she couldn't swim. They would have to swim to her, not the other way around. Not that she would have had a problem with that even if she could swim. After all, they were supposed to be the welcoming ones, not her.[/fancypost]
[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor[/size]

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Avriel was the devilishly daring one of the bunch, being of a solid fourteen months of age. Being one of the four oldest was a responsibility he took not the slightest bit seriously. In fact, he'd much rather be off making flirtatious comments to every which girl that came his way - a fact he was sure would really irritate his mother, but eh, what could he say? A tom had to indulge. However frank and perverted that sounded.

"I'm here, oh mother dearest," the solid-colored tom call dryly, plopping down alongside his younger half-siblings. To him, destination didn't matter. It was everything working up to the goal that piqued his interest - and all the things that had nothing to do with the said goal. He got... side-tracked easily, you could say.
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Tracking!
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; height: 0px; padding: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 13px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: normal; margin-top: -11px]for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#d8d8d8; border: none; width: 450px; height: 2px; padding: 0px;][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 138px; padding: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #1c1c1c]
Fighting? Strategizing? Avriel wasn't actually sure what his place in society was, or if he particularly excelled in either of those categories. He was more of a... talker, he supposed, not a doer. Where did that put him in life here in Anti-BloodClan? He wasn't actually quite sure, but he aspired to find out. Someday, somehow, he would find out how he fit in here. Maybe he was just meant to be in the background, nothing really special. But no; he wanted to be something better, something bigger. He'd find out later.

For now, though, he'd watch and learn from his clanmates. Some might say that it would be better if he was up there as well, testing his skills too, but that just wasn't how he was. He wasn't like those some, not in the slightest. Watching and communication had always been his two fortes - it was just with the communication part, it was spent mostly on flirting with the girls.
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Whoa there, oh mommy dearest. You had to give your obviously-favorite son time to actually get over to the meeting before talking! It looked bad on his part - not that that was really something he worried about. Avriel walked over as if he had all the time in the world, even as Scartissue began her long spiel about changes and other important stuff like that. Should he be listening? Of course. Was he? Meh, sort of. He wasn't quite at the stage of having lots of responsibility, even at the age of fourteen months.

Irresponsible? Yeah, maybe a bit. It was just a phase of his life. He could still contribute to his clan, he supposed. "I can take a few gifts, if you'd like," he volunteered smoothly. "If you're a-okay with letting the likes of me out into the wilderness, that is." He smiled mischievously to himself.
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Eyyy threads with Avriel?

I am new to Anti-BloodClan hello
Is there some sort of ritual I have to partake in or am I good??
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It might be hard to believe when he stood next to his mother, but Avriel was also the offspring of the famed Scartissue. The solid-colored male swung into the fray, landing a seat next to his younger half-sibling and their shared mother. "Eyy, hello there! Might I have the pleasure of calling you Tan-Tan? Or perhaps you like Tanny better," he said, with mock-diplomacy. "Name's Avriel! The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," He dipped into an exaggerated bow.

"But yeah, welcome to ABC. The acronym's a courtesy of mine, of course! Funner to say then Anti-BloodClan, amiright? If you're into fun, that is. If you want to be with all the 'cool kids,' though, I'd recommend you stick with the original. But it's up to you." Avriel offered a noncommittal shrug.
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OH GOD
WHY DID I COME HERE
I AM DOOMED
/cowers and squees helplessly
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And who might this mightily impressive canine be? Avriel's interest was piqued - after all, she was a female and not a member of his family. Flirting time! It was a shameless hobby of his, though he would still eventually get to the point of why this nameless person was here. Obviously she had a basket of some sort, but what for? He couldn't just assume they were gifts - or could he...?

"Hey there, sweetnesses. Got anything in their for me, by any chance?" Avriel staged, angling his head in what he hoped appeared as a suggestive manner. "Scartissue'll be along any moment now, I'm sure, but for now you're stuck with me! How lucky you two are, right?" He chuckled. Even if she didn't take it well, it was all in good fun on his part and he wouldn't let a negative reaction drive him away.
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