Posts by The Boneyard

[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Nosferatu was not normal either, but he head no issues flaunting it around. At this rate he might as well put a giant neon pointing to him reading 'demon'. He was proud of what he was, and sometimes he made it quite obvious. The domestic cat had once enjoyed cloud watching, but he only liked it when he was by himself or with a lover. Being in a giant group while cloud watching was not something he did, but if he was for social purposes, then he was all for it. "Hello ladies." meowed the tom as he came padding forward, emerald eyes looking everyone over. "Are we cloud watching or bird watching?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]/sits on everyone

hello!

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]As yes, another one of these meaningless sessions. In a sense, a meet and greet was during your joining session where you would state your name and such. The only different between a meet and greet and joining session was that you were joining in one and then some. Nonetheless did the tabby pad over, tail tip flicking to and fro. The heat was never something he enjoyed, especially with his long fur, but swimming was near almost out of the question for him. When Tigershark got wet, he got heavy and that made everything much more difficult. "Tigershark - hi." meowed the tom as he came to a halt among his siblings, amber visionaries looking to the female.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Hunting by paw was all he could do in the case of hunting. He had no powers - and hoped to keep it that way - and had to work to get what he wanted. Tigershark found that everyone with powers were lazy in nearly aspect ranging from hunting to walking a couple feet to retrieve an object. The tom was old fashioned, yes, but he was proud of that. Finding a powerless creature was a rare phenomenon nowadays, but he was pleased to be one of those rare phenomenons. His ears perked forward as he heard the sound of approaching paw steps behind him and found himself stopping in his tracks.

Craning his head, this eyes were quick to find Steadfast before he was suddenly shot with a question. "I was." the warrior meowed, resisting the urge to pass a rather passive aggressive comment.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Destroyer? That was cute. Not helping but to allow a faint amusement-driven smirk to erupt across his features, he cast those who appeared after him a simple glance. Tigershark had seen a mouse like that before, demanding everyone kneel before it and give it attention every ten seconds, that was, until one of the loners in his band ate it. He had been, admittedly, a bit upset that someone had ate the mouse, but the tabby was quick to forget about the whole scenario. How scared was he? Probably a negative five, but he would stay silent on the matter. Taking a seat where he stood, the warrior remained hushed, awaiting for the newt to answer Clearfish's question.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He watched wearily at the fire singed and broke the rope and the tom suddenly felt himself still suspended in the air. Nosferatu was not sure how badly this would turn out, but it was too late now. "Just don't drop; I'm too pretty to die." he said, looking down at the ground. The warrior felt himself begin to move and bit the inside of his cheek out of anticipation and slight worry. He had fallen from heights much bigger that this before, but the only part he was nervous about was being in someone else's control. The male was not sure why, but he never liked not being in control of his own body. Landing on the pillows, he sneezed as dust infiltrated his nose before rising to his paws. "Thanks dearie, I owe ya."

Lifting his head, he listened to the others speak before his eyes found Immortal watching. "What's up with you, sourpuss?" inquired the demon before looking back to the others. "Thanks," Nosferatu meowed to Catalystcrypt before finally resting his gaze on Fairylights' figure. "I'm great, just don't have much pride left."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Hearing the male's name was like taking a punch to the stomach. Was this who he thought it was? No, it could not be. There had been a time in which Nosferatu knew a Castiel, one who had been his best friend and eventually his lover. Everything fell to pieces when the angel had suddenly vanished in the dead of night, never to been seen again. There were many Castiels he had met in his life, but it still hurt to hear the name. "Then welcome to SunClan, dearie!" exclaimed the male, "name's Nosferatu - nice to meet'cha."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"Sure thing, just try not to break any of my nails. I just got them done yesterday." Padding over, the male raked his emerald gaze over the dragon before emitting a hum. A domestic cat verses a dragon was rather unfair, but it was a good thing he had his own dragon body. It had been quite sometime since he last sparred, so he was more than happy to get back in the saddle. "Does a dragon-on-dragon spar work for ya?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Ebony paws carried her across the outer territory, pale lavender visionaries fixed on the horizon. She missed her home, she missed her husband, her children, her friends, she missed it all, but she had put it all behind her. What was the point on dwelling on something that could never be recovered? She refused to grant herself pity, and she would encourage others to do the same.

Stopping on the border, the female looked about, tail tip flicking idly to and fro. "Hello? Anyone here?" she called out, triangular ears angling forward.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]This little ball of fluff and rage really needs to form some relationships. As of the moment, he is open to everything, with the exception of death, injury, capture, flings, and litters.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Could she handle a duel-alliance? She had convinced herself that she, in fact, could. This place seemed just a slow as BloodClan was, thus she believed she could manage both clans. The bi-colored girl padded through the outer territory, the smell of BloodClan already saturating her. She wished she still smelt of SolarClan, but her home was not gone, destroyed by their latest leaders. There had been a time when she was a leader there, and to be frank, she hated every second of it. All she felt was numbness from the stress and the headache of it all. Her reign had lasted quite sometime before she was slaughter, her husband committing suicide soon after. She was back, obviously, but her husband had not been so lucky.

Upon reaching the border did she come to a stop, lavender visionaries gazing out into the territory. "Anyone around?" Demonicgrace inquired, breaking the silence that smothered her.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]That was rather quick. Ripping her gaze away from what she had been looking at, the female looked to the other. They seemed friendly enough , but what else was she was expecting? Apart of her wondered if any of her old friends lived here, but deep down she knew it was not possible. Extracting herself out of her idle thoughts, she cleared her throat. "My name is Demonicgrace, or just Grace." the cat meowed, "I'm here looking to join."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]She looked to the lion as he approached, nose wrinkling ever so slightly out of a mere habit she had formed. So far so good, but that would be proven true with time. Joining sessions were naturally simple and smooth, but once you were in did the hard part arise. "I'm Demonicgrace, but just call me Grace. I'm here to join."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]hello hello hello

i can't think of what color domestic cat grace should be
i was thinking red tabby??
any suggestions?

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]She is, but I don't feel like it suits her very well.
I'll probably go with that since I love the color.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Hello!
I would take one, but private threads drain my muse. ;-;

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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]psst
Nosmire
idk why but I ship it
Nos use to be a vampire and I plan on bringing it back so maybe they could be vampire buddies?

[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Another unfamiliar face, how wonderful. Too bad none of the guys here were cute, but he would keep an eye. Nosferatu always liked to flirt with the cute ones, sometimes a bit too excessively, but of course it was all just friendly fun. "Yo," meowed the ebony tom as he padded over, emerald orbs looking to the female. "the name's Nosferatu - nice to meet'cha." He never really changed up his meet-and-greet phrase, but he would work on that on a later date.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]It seemed Nosferatu had a silver-cross-necklace buddy. He never saw many with such an accessory, but unlike Chained's necklace, his cross was much smaller. Nosferatu was not one for large jewelry or more than one at a time for he found they always got in the way somehow. A prime example would have been his paw getting caught in a low-hanging necklace he once had and had nearly sprained his paw. A second example was him getting caught on a stick and nearly hanging himself. He would rather chose life over accessories any day. Coming up beside Tsukishima, the demon looked to the stranger, curiosity flashing within his alluring emerald gaze. Taking a seat where he stood, the male examined the canine, awaiting for a reply to be given.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]SOUNDS GOOD
and that'd be great if you could!

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