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  • Shake a leg - O, MOVING CAMP TO THE OBSERVATORY BADGE EVENT

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]The prospect of yet another move was hitting the feline rather hard, seeing that although much time had passed since the previous move from the peninsula to the mountainside, in comparison to what it should be, the time was all too soon. Thankfully for this occasion they would be remaining within the same area, the same territory. The lives lost in the war against the Blackhearts would not be in vain, and unlike the first move where she had to leave behind all her memories from kithood to apprenticeship, even though she had been gone most of the time, the pressure on this wouldn't be as hard, wouldn't drag on the clan any more than it should. Her pale gaze glanced up at the sky, picking out both of their winged clanmates soaring through the cloudy abyss, not bound at all by the laws of gravity. All of them, Project K, Malplemeadows, And Dottie- no, Clockwork, would be all the more helpful for the trip with carrying small things, or large things in Project K's case, towards their new camp. Their new home. The tortoiseshell deputy didn't have too many things to carry with her, the only object an old , white sheet with three little holes in it that not many members of the clan knew she had. No bigger than a rag, the girl would roll it up and tuck it underneath her chin like one would carry miss back to camp. Nothing major to others it was, but to her it was really the only memory that she had within physical form--her own, little ghost costume that the warrior had worn back in her kit-days for Halloween. For her Halloween party she had set up with the help of some npc cats, Fuzzytail and Gilbert back when the two had been apprentices. For sure that was her favorite memory, and the one that meant the most to her. A small smile would form on Larkbeat's maw as she relived the time in her thoughts, before grasping a few pieces of freshkill in her jaws to carry back to the observatory, casting a long, sorrowful glance back to the place she called her home, all before setting off and padding towards Spiderstar, awaiting further instruction.


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  • I DON'T WANT NO LOVE — private, larkbeat

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]What was spoken the feline hadn't suspected in the least. A walk sounded lovely, and the corners of her mouth would curl up a bit in that of a smile and she opened it to meow a quick "of course"' when he spoke his other part of the sentence. 'Like a date.' and it shocked her. She had never been on a date before, and truth to be told, she never had any romantic intentions other than getting rather close, previously, with Seir, but even then she had disregarded her feelings as nothing more than a close friendship. But... A date? It took a couple seconds of shocked silence before noticing her mouth locked open, which she closed as soon as she noticed. But not a date, like a date. Exhale, she did it real quick before turning her attention away from her thoughts back to the blonde warrior. "I-I..." scattered thoughts, scattered words. Breathing out once again, she would focus on a simple sentence, raising her chin up lightly and announcing both quietly and clearly, "Of course. It would be my pleasure." a sigh and droop of her shoulders made her feel as if a weight bearing on her was released. "Of course." LarkBeat would repeat, this time in a much quieter voice, mostly directed towards herself as if it were a conformation to herself that this was happening, not just a simple dream that she could and would wake up out of any minute or any hour. Not anytime soon for her now, that was for sure. No, she wasn't asleep.

  • Clean Cut - O, Meeting!

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Much like the others gathered, the girl was able to feel the emotions wafting off of Spiderstar, especially through the tone of her voice. It was like she was worried about something that wasn't there, both relieved yet anxious and on the look out. Her pale eyes flashed with a quick glint of worry, only to dissapear as soon as it came. "Congratulations everybody, and my condolences to both Gravestep and Poe." even if Poe left upon his own free will, it was all the more upsetting to hear his name along in the demotions. The tortoiseshell was easily thinking of what was most likely passing through Maplemeadow's head from that one time, but she certainly has proved her worth as the clan's medicine cat more times than one, and Spiderstar would have to be blind to not see that.

  • Divine artistry of thy face FACE PAINTING WITH CAS! (o)

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]one sits still while the other spreads paint on them? Larkbeat wrinkled her nose in disgust at more than one thing--both MapleMeadow's description of facepaint and the overly sickening smell of the substance, giving her a nauseous feeling in her stomach from the heavy aroma that the stuff carried. "Why would you want to put that stuff on your face?" she would inquire blankly, not interested in the twoleg substance in the least, only drawn forward by the scent.


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    But unlike LarkBeat, Birchkit was all the more excited to try out the staff that Angel Castil called paint. "Mama FawnPelt, Mama Fawnpelt, can I have some? the blonde kit would ask, eyes lighting up full of joy. This stuff was so cool!

  • dance *ucker dance[ o gifts ] he never had a chance

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Scarclan. The feline had a rough childhood with the anticlan back when it was still known as the Dominion, so her movements were slow as she moved up, taking every few seconds to hesitate. Why would they bother to bring gifts to StormClan? "Thank... You." she would meow, drawing out a space in between the two words and quircking a brow in confusion. The tortoiseshell refrained from taking anything from the basket, but instead sat back a smol distance and watched, keeping an eye on the Scarclan basket bearer.

  • I DON'T WANT NO LOVE — private, larkbeat

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]blaze thinks she's too young lol
    all these tracks are glorious though



    A little lost in the words and actually a little bit lightheaded from the reality that struck her. Awkward? Oh no, only a little bit. Just a little.... And that's what she tried her best to convince herself, and although her thoughts inside of her were spinning faster than the tornado that had devastated the peninsula territory, she kept all of it hidden with a cool, calm demeanor. Brittlebark's smirk couldn't help but put one on her as well, not forced but real. "Yeah, that sounds lovely." a talk about nothing in particular, perhaps? Without the constant feeling of either Bearpaw listening to every word or interruptions from Garfield's loud snores coming from the elder's den. Just a nice talk in an area unaffected by Epsilon's storm, where the reality of what had happened was nothing but a small memory in the back of one's mind. It sounded perfect.

  • larkbeat's art storage

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]please do not post or track, and please do not claim any of these as your own and use them

  • StormClan July Ceremonies!

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Since Davros was app to warrior, Lark can mentor her if you want!

  • I got a problem. (plot with Project)

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]OHOHOH
    he should sneeze and accidentally set the territory on fire


    NOT REALLY, NOT REALLY
    but he should do something cool
    something awesome
    something...... *whispers*
    wunderbar

  • KICK'N IT!!! II Open, kick ball

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]these kickballs... Twoleg items, but nothing that would prevent her from having a fun time with the other members of the clan. "Sounds fun!" she would purr as she limped up, having a quick glance to both the red and blue bands, and quickly choosing a red one (because who doesn't like red?). It didn't entirely matter if she had a limp, Tokyo was all but a pup, and Coraline herself was blind.

  • II BurningSkull's Art II Closed II

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]ohh, could you Larkbeat for me, please?
    She's a simple, short, tortoiseshell, domesticated feline with white paws. Her eyes are a pale, green color, and her paw pads, nose, and insides of her ears are all pink. Her tail is a medium size, short but not bobbed, her back, right leg is crippled, and her front paws are declawed.
    As for references, her art gallery is here. Your art is lovely, I wish I was able to pay you for it <33

  • ghost story + joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Joiners have been rather slow as of late, so the presance of the male waiting at the border, asking to join, was enough to bring the tortoiseshell feline forward, light smile drawn on her features. "Of course, welcome to StormClan." she would meow, cocking her head to the side lightly as she would patiently wait for the responce of Coraline's question of his name, but keeping her attention on Sweetkit. "You shouldn't be out of camp, little one. You're much too young." other clans allowed heir kids to wander the territory as they pleased at the young age of two moons. Harebrains they were.

  • Psycho groupie (open Fireworks) cocaine crazy

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]What was this, what was this? Fireworks? The girl bit her lip and flinched back every time one of the fireworks went off with a BANG. She made no attempt to age the small group stop their actions though since none of what they called 'fireworks' were proving to be harmful to both the members setting them off and the already wrecked territory, but Gale's ignition of his paw was a different story, resulting in the feline jumping to her paws, but not attempting to make any further movements due to both Project K and FawnPelt handling the situation. "Please be careful, guys." she would call out lightly, flicking an ear back and flinching back again at the burst of a firework.


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    "Boom!" Birchkit would squeak, standing on his back legs and falling back in a fit of giggles when the big thing exploded in the sky. A few seconds later, a fake, explosion sound came from his little maw, followed by more giggles. The blonde kit stood up on his paws and bounced over to his mother, completely unoblivious to the fact that his adopted brother had just been on fire "Mama Fawn! Can I play with one, pleeeease?" he would beg. "All the others can play with them, can I too?"

  • JUST LIKE FIRE -- open, joiner

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Late to the scene.. Again. It seemed as if the tortoiseshell deputy had been slacking as of late, and although that's what she believed, she was still doing her best to keep up and going along on her usual routines. "Welcome to StormClan, Verdad, my name is LarkBeat." Maplemeadows had already offered the usual accommodations with StormClan's normal procedure, so she honestly found nothing else to say in the situation, so for the time being, she remained towards the back of the group, allowing the rest of the members to mummer and speak their greetings and introductions to the newly joined, large tiger.