Posts by ANGELICA MARSH-FREDERICK.

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  • the honor is your's. {open, joining}


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"a-HEM."


    The tiny sound of a rude sounding clear of the throat could be heard by the border as a tiny, dainty looking cat sat outside the border. Cake had decided to break free from the life of a barn cat to become a member of this clan. She was intrigued with what this place may hold for her, the excitement of living with a large group of other animals. Animals Cake may have never even seen before. The bratty, self-intitled feline dug her claws in and out of the dirt, the tip of her tail twitching with impatience. She didint want to be rude and freak everyone out by just waltzing into the camp and pretending she belonged there. No, that'd be ridiculous. so while she may have pondered it might be a waste of time for someone to ask if she wanted to join, she saw it necessary.

  • the honor is your's. {open, joining}


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Content with the fact she'd finally been able to have some of the clan members come over, Cake turned her rude little scowl into a sickly sweet upward curl of her lips and proud little twitch. Seeming Paguekit had approached first, despite his presumably tiny stature, Cake decided to greet him first. "Oh, hello. Yes, I know this is Windclan territory." she responded rather matter of factly. her mew was rather winy sounding and much too long and drawn out. Perhaps on purpose for the attention. Her pale blue gaze drifting to the tiny crowd starting to form in front of her, raising her voice a tiny bit to allow them all to hear. "I've come in hopes of joining." she added in a sing-song voice.

  • the honor is your's. {open, joining}


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]good. about time. she thought to herself, but outside the dark pelted feline merely tilted her head innocently to the side and gave a cheery, "Why thank you, Boy" she answered promptly, letting her tail sweep side to side on the ground behind her. Her eyes trailed over to wolf, the look she gave giving the impression she was impressed. She'd only just joined and had already seen quite an array of different animals. It made her curious of them. "I go by the name Cake Frosting! But you can also call me Cake."

  • Foxfire [Open, leaving]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake had only just very recently joined the clan, she didin't really know anyone yet, and so that included Tikki. Her attention drew to the crowd forming around the basket and she huffed with annoyance, the tip of her tail twitching. What was the big deal anyways? The clan member wanted to leave, didin't they? She hated this. She was uninterested in gathering around and moping over someone. But the gentle wafting aroma of cookies would undoubtably earn Cake's attention. Perking her head up, the selfish little brat raced over, squeezing her way through the crowd carlessly and plopping beside Woody to gorge herself in sweets. "Mmm!"

  • Plot with Cake } OPEN


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake is a newcomer to Windclan and I would love to get started RPing as her often now that she's been created. She might be hard to get along with due to her bratty, spoiled princess personality but I figured it might make for interesting RP threads and plots. She's VERY selfish and it's hard to make her feel bad about anything she does or says.


    Cake is open for:
    - someone to train her in battle.
    - friends (she definatly needs familiar faces she can talk to)
    - any sort of attacks against her (NO KILLING HER PLEASE)
    - crushes and a mate. she is bisexual.
    - litters. it can be due to a one night-stand if you'd like.


    i can't think of anything else at the moment, but i am open to pretty much anything
    so just make a suggestion below and we'll see if we can work it out!

  • Bum bum bum bum || open + new sith.....? || be bum bum be bum


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]What the hell was this about? Was it a prank? Cake was not that far away from the scene, watching from a distance as she squinted her pale blue eyes at the now fashionable duck. She felt disgusted and annoyed at all the attention the tiny creature was suddenly earning, but confusion and and curiosity outweighed this feeling. She observed the fluffy yellow bird as he smooched Vader's helmet, earning a sharp exhale from her that sounded like a "Ha!". She straightened herself out and got up on her paws, "Nice stick."


    Info on Cake

  • wishing for the warmth under the sun — open


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake was sitting with her paws daintily crossed in front of herself, minding her own business, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her pelt and humming a little tune. It didin't take long for the black feline to spot Duskmire and realize something was up. She felt a tiny bit irritated at first, but a closer look told her this might be serious. Not noticing anyone else going to approach him yet, she sighed heavily to herself and got up to approach the guardian. As she made her way over, she began to reconsider. You don't like making others feel better. You don't know anyone here. This is only going to be a huge bother for you. her mind nagged at her, but it was too late to turn back now, she was already standing in front of him. "Uh... hey." She murmured, flexing her claws in and out of the ground below her. "Why do you look like that? Why are you so bummed out?". Okay, maybe that sounded too curt but she couldin't help it.

  • WE COULD BE HEROES || open & herb training session


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]To say Cake was late was a serious understatement, but the feline felt better about it with her own assurance that she was simply fashionably late. She took a seat and let out a tiny, dignified huff as she looked around herself to see what the others were doing. partners? Cake felt her heart sink, a tiny whimper escaping from her with the realization she might not be able to find a partner left. And why wouldin't anyone want to work with her? she thought to herself. She was incredible! "I still need a partner!" The dark pelted feline called out much too dramatically. She did not want be left out!

  • To the end. -OPEN-INTRO RP-


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake had padded in not long after Praguekit had, freezing in place when she saw who he was shouting up at. Seeming she was previously a barn cat, she'd never seen anything like this... this monster! Horrified by the sight in front of her, her eyes grew big and her jaw hung open slightly. "w-- what are you??"


    Info on Cake

  • SHADOW PREACHER ♔ PLOT WITH A SWEETHEART


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]crush? rival? battle training if that's alright? cake is rather new to the clan still so she needs to learn how to battle and toughen up. buuuuuuut, if you're not okay with either of those, i'm pretty much fine with anything else seeming i don't have much else going on with cake currently.

  • cough syrup -- private


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake mostly kept to herself, on top of being a newcomer to the clan, so she had no idea about the event occurring in Sunclan or what it possibly could be about. She was unbothered for a while, enjoying some peace laying in the grass for a while. But she became suspicious when she saw others getting ready to leave. Was something going on and she wasin't informed about it? Insulted by the idea of this being true, Cake got to her paws and took a look around before spotting one of the only faces she was familiar with so far, Praguekit. "Hey!" the slender feline called out before he could leave, bounding after the tiger. "What's going on? Where's everyone going?" She asked impatiently.


    Info on Cake

  • cough syrup -- private


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]A lock down? This didin't sound like the sort of thing someone would attend, rather then before forced into. the word felt almost unsettling. her ears arched back slightly at the thought before snapping her attention back to the tiny tiger speaking to her. Oh. Right. She was talking to someone. "Erm. Not really." She sniffed, though keeping an almost dignified expression. If this silly little lock down thing was important or something for cool people, she did not want to appear clueless. Because she was totally cool, she would insist to herself, and if anyone deserved to go somewhere cool, it was her.


    Info on Cake