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lyn I hope you accept/like Amberlight's little speech in her heartchart. I can change it! But I just thought it'd add to their relationship sometime later on, would be angsty, and just generally makes good history for them both xD

sure! sorry for the inactivity btw.

stalker status; on

I don't know if I'm continuing in either Clan to be honest ;-; My muse might come back after Viperkit and Olivekit are born? But that's a big if, because I'm biting off more than I can chew
But I'll really try to stay active!

oh god excuse this if it's messy, I'm a little late/confuzzled/know what I'm doing. since i'll be busy a bit, i'll just make her neutral! i don't intend to create big drama for her! sorry if this seems... dramatic or selfish? despite me saying in her form she was such an excellent swimmer she was titled 'ghost fish' I thought it'd be darkly ironic for her to be injured. also, it keeps me up to date in case i miss out a lot and doesn't leave others waiting for me when I have been on and off frequently c:


Pondlily was quickly awake as soon as the water that swelled into the camp threatened to choke her. She spluttered, sides heaving as she observed the chaos in camp. Ripplewing was so distressed, the queen's shrieks of sorrow and fright making the young warrior whimper. Not Sandkit! He was too young! Luckily, she noticed Beachstar was quick to rescue the helpless ginger tom kit. Sighing with relief, she hardly noticed her legs were working furiously against the current of the violent ebony waters. Again she envisioned the blue cat with water in its pelt and exotic blue eyes. Prior to sleeping, she'd heard the imaginary cat roaring around the cavern like a beast. Now? Now it's calm, cold gaze was furious and deadly. It lunged at all the cats in their home, and threatened to kill each one. Thank Starclan we know how to swim! But one look at a few of her Clanmates and she knew some couldn't, the majority held back by their loved ones. "Ghost fish" set her gaze with pure determination, nodding curtly at both Stormstrike and Rowantail. "Save as many as you can!" she yowled over the loud sloshing of the invading water. Nuzzling both toms in the shoulder in case anything happened to them or her, she dived into the worst of the onslaught. Paddling furiously, she made her way over to the medicine cat's den, where she hoped she could help salvage a few herbs incase any of her Clanmates survived with wounds. The medicine cats had to make it out alive as well, no doubt, so she struggled against the current until a surprising wave overcame her. Pondlily let out a mournful wail that echoed in the cave as the water ate her up. Lost in the darkness and desperately trying no to breath, the wave carried her in a dizzy swirl so that she couldn't decipher where up or down was. Before she could settle and struggle to the surface, the confident swimmer was slammed headfirst into a wall and rendered unconscious.

I also have been quite busy but will try my best to maintain my activity c:

Almost done! Terribly struggling with the personality, of course

Dovepool
The female whipped around beside the pool's edge, eyes wide with surprise and fright. Dogs? How!? As one aimed for her, she flattened her ears to her skull and let her pretty, narrowed face twist up into an ugly snarl. Her hiss was low and her dark blue gaze narrowed. Dovepool's clear claws unsheathed and she sent them directly into the face of the oncoming brute. It whimpered, stunned for a moment, before snapping its jaws in an angry retort. Lunging at her, Dovepool skirted away with a surprised mrrow, and scrambled to Lichenmoon's side. "Come one!" she urged, tail swishing frantically as she looked over her shoulder at the pursuing dog.

Bearheart @lyn.
The tabby male whipped around from where he was before Bright Drizzle. Hazelshade and Dustfur instantly leaped into the fray, accompanied by Cliffstripe and a rather vivacious Amberlight. He stumbled back in surprise at the two dogs that stood up to them. How stupid were these mutts? How strange for them to.. appear. Thinking for a quick moment, he battered at the muzzle of dog whose jaws were mere inches away from his tail. Bearheart gave a violent hiss, the large tom surprising the mutt. It stepped back, eyes hungry and considerate. Without wasting anytime, the Maine Coon came to the queen's side. The elders would need to be moved to, but at the moment Hazelshade was putting little lives in danger. Ashpool would not be pleased. "Hazelshade! Come with me! We need to get to safety!" he barked out gruffly, green eyes not accepting defiance.

Amberlight
The elder had heaved a great sigh after the explanation, and was sitting at Dustfur's side. The onslaught of dogs had momentarily startled her. She remained motionless, golden gaze wide when Dustfur and Hazelshade quickly reacted to the situation. Cats crowded to defend Bright Drizzle, thankfully, but Amberlight really joined in the defense when she noticed how easily tossed about Dustfur was. The dog he'd attacked was bucking him, irritated by the elderly cream cat on its back. Fueled by the need to protect her mate, her Clanmates, and the desire to get these dreadful dogs back to their Twolegs, Amberlight let out a battle screech and attacked the same dog Dustfur had taken on. The white and ginger dame tore viciously at the eyes of the mutt, while hissing. "Don't you dare touch a single cat, or I'll murder you, you vile beast!" she yowled, and the dog howled with its own fury. Vigorously shaking its head, the dog managed to throw Amberlight off and send her skidding along the terrain.

Pondlily awoke drowsily, the edges of her vision cloaked in darkness. Her eyes blinked around blearily, a soft mrrow leaving pink lips. Her head hurt terribly, her side ached, and she was beginning to get really cold from the water that clung to her fur. What had happened? Well, there wasn't much Pondlily could remember. One moment she was swimming, intent on looking for Sandkit, the next thing she knew she was coming to here, on the shore. Turning her head with squinted, narrowed eyes, the white lass took in the familiar grey and white patched tom accompanied with a ginger and white tom. "S-Stormstrike? R-Ro-Row-Row?" she inquired, voice hardly audile. Great Starclan her head hurt! She uncurled her claws, closing her eyes and laying still again. The pain vibrated her head, along with the endless cries of her Clanmates. How she wished she could help them. The medicine cats needed their herbs and guidance, the queens needed to find shelter. Beachstar was in such an awful state last time she'd seen him... Yet, here she was, helpless and pained but mostly helpless. What type of warrior was she, to be weakened by a little incident? Grunting, she raised her head in defiance, but even effort sent a sharp pang through her skull and she screeched in agony. "Why!?" she wailed in frustration, voice cracking as she curled up in pitiful feeble position. "Starclan.. please...," Pondlily whispered, eyes screwed tightly shut and paws over her ears as her head kept a painful rhythm.

Done! At last! <33

STARBABY - wrote:

simone queenie// sixteen // female // vocal artist (fc: ashley moore)

- simone vegas queenie

BASIC INFORMATION

name: simone queenie, pleasure to meet you.
—name meaning:
——simone; listening, loud
——vegas; a memorable place, a memorable child
——queenie; female ruler
—nicknames: she answers to mona mostly, but a few people call her queenie or queen. vegas is used as a stage name, but since its also her middle name people refer to her as that too.
age: sixteen years old—birth date: born october sixteenth
—zodiac sign: libra
mbti type: ENFP-T
moral alignment: chaotic good
previous residence: formerly lived in an apartment in maine, but grey academy brought her to L.A.

ON THE OUTSIDE

hair color: brown curly hair hinted with natural highlights
eye color: the usual chocolate brown
body build: simone is a healthy girl who's unsurprisingly slender and likes to maintain a little bit of fitness, which is shown in her very slightly toned figure.
—height: 5'5''
—weight: 120 lbs
significant markings/scars: none.
body modifications: simone has two tattoos in fact! one on her left wrist saying 'true' and another on her right wrist saying 'story'.
physical disabilities: none.
clothing style: simone has a respectable appreciation for lazy clothing items, cherishing baggy sweaters, leggings, comfortable crop tops, sweatpants, and beanies. however, being a dancer as a hobby, but generally a singer, she knows she always has to look somewhat "fresh". so, she maintains an edge to her cozy outfits, giving her a style best known as "swag". shockingly, however, she loves wedges and has a tolerance with heels, while being in love with gold accessories. CLICK ME 1 CLICK ME 2
—accessories: gold bracelets, a golden watch. nothing fancy, just a simple gold jewelry piece here and there.
—token item: a small, silver heart locket she wears as an ankle bracelet so its less easily accessible to curious people...
face claim: ashley moore

INSIDE THE MIND

positive traits: humorous + humble + imaginative + determined + trustworthy
—best quality: simone's creativity and imagination inspires her to pursue her work, and adds to its longevity
negative traits: complex - reckless - slightly absentminded - personally dubious - a little overambitious
—worst quality: simone can be very indecisive, doubtful and it negatively impacts her most of the time
personality: Simone is a sweet and adventurous soul. She's very considerate of others while always determining the outcome of situations. Very humble, she never takes complete ownership for her deeds and tends to spread the credit. Her creativity and imagination, packed with determination, makes her a fiery girl not to be messed with. Watch out! Queenie isn't too optimistic, but she's a generally happy and laughing person. Her humor, and love for teasing others in good-natured banter, makes her easily sociable. Yet, Simone can get easily frustrated when she aims for success but falls below her goal. Unsurprisingly, she can be self-conscious and very doubtful about her actions. No matter the size, it seems the teen is always in a state of worry. Then again who isn't? Wondering in her own world sometimes, and being the average teen, it's easy to catch the young girl being a reckless. Sometimes even too reckless! Nevertheless, she's a lovely spirit who might even pass for good entertainment!
pessimistic, optimistic, or realist: she's a realist, but it's easy to catch her being overly optimistic at times for the sake of cheering others up
introverted or extroverted: she identifies as both, mainly because she likes to think alone but generally loves to socialize
dominant or submissive: an independent woman like her mom, simone is no doubt dominant
talents: simone can sing, obviously, but she's also quite the skilled dancer. she prefers dancing to hip-hop and jazz and, although she's capabale of contemporary, she prefers the more upbeat genres. lately she's been discovering a newer skill, the ability to create her own songs, and is a bit of an actress.
—strongest skill: singing has been one of simone's strongest suits since kindergarten!
—weakest skill: she's a pretty poor artist
likes: animals && music && tea && participating in events && her hobbies && learning new things
—turn ons: equally humorous + teasing + taller than her + mysterious + adventurous + romantic + protective + motivated + courageous
dislikes: insects && doing art && mathematics && heights && addicts && being foolish/fools
—turn offs: short - not athletic - poor hygiene - insensitive - rude - ignorant - selfish - remorseless - shallow
sexual orientation: heterosexual
romantic orientation: heteroromantic
habits: simone has an awful habit of biting her lip when she becomes nervous, so bad of a habit she'll end up with a cut. when she becomes thoughtful, she has a peaceful habit of playing with a curl on her finger. get her angry, and you'll find she puckers her lips and puffs out her cheeks while clenching and unclenching her hands.
fears: queenie despises the thought of drowning, but the thought of ending up like her mother is an even worse fear.
hobbies: she dances... a lot more than she sings actually. writes too, when she's pent up with emotions inside.
mental disorders: none.
fatal flaw: she's a little.. unaccepting to failure.

FROM THE HEART

parents: diamond queenie [mother, 39] ; father unknown
—parental status: a pitiful single-mother
siblings: none.
—sibling status: none.
partners: open to plotting!
—past partners: a baddie named ray daniels who doesn't really count who counts their fifth grade relationship anyway? another was luther hart who dated her back in maine. but her aspiration to go to new York frustrated him and eventually broke them apart.
history: too cut things short, simone's childhood was basic. she was the accident of a reckless woman named diamond queenie, the product of a one-night stand in the lovely las vegas. her mother treated her well, at least. she raised simone to be independent and even tried to keep her from her own life. diamond was a poor decision maker, and an even worse mom. her intentions were better than her actions, and was simply an awful influence for her child. if not for tv and books and the ability to write, simone might've grown miserable forever and just as hopeless. luckily, she was saved from any emo phases and prior to coming to l.a., she'd witnessed her mother on the news. supposedly she was involved in a gang, or had romantic relations with them at the very least, and was slipping by with various drugs. it was no surprise, but it was indeed embarrassing. with no parent figure left, and no desire to be in child services, simone made a desperate getaway to l.a. at grey's academy she hopes to start a new life and has. her past is rarely mentioned and rarely thought of. the only time simone goes back to those godawful days is to remind herself... she'll never be like her mother. ever.
—experiences that shaped them: simone was altered in a handful of ways from moving to l.a. , viewing her mother's imprisonment, acceptance into grey academy, and diamond's poor parenting.

SCHOLARLY STRUGGLES

grade: sophomore, tenth grade.
—ever been held back?: oh god no.
major: vocal artist
typical grade average: a's and b's, and any other letter grade is a rarity
other enrolled classes: social studies, algebra 1, english 10, choir
—best subject: language arts
—worst subject: hnng, math..
any clubs?: has recently joined the glee club!
any sports?: she participates in tennis and a member of the dance team
future goals: to have a successful life, whatever that means just as long as it's not as screwed up like her mother's own. beneath that? to be an vocal artist of course and express her talent to the world!

PLAYLIST

optional, add as many as you'd like
- saturnz barz , gorillaz
- andromeda , gorillaz
- we got the power, gorillaz
- unstoppable, lianne la havas
- alphabet boy, Melanie Martinez
- soap, Melanie martinez

ABOUT THE PLAYER
screen name: STARBABY -
activity level: 8/10
muse level: Dependable
wanted connections: so many precious gay babies that she'd love to befriend! Mostly I'd like her to have friends, but of course I'm all up for the angsty relationship plotting :>
plot ideas: Oh! Oh! Her and a song writer team-up? She befriends an artist who like.. makes fun of her stick figures cause she frackin' sucks at art... That could possibly even be her boyfriend? Cute no? Definitely two gay children she could ship, one or both of the gay children being her friend and she can't help but be that one fran. A real angsty relationship. Troubles and cuddles and just cute things and sad things. Hnnnng.
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How cute, creative, and lovely! <33
Track!

I'm really debating on having another character ;^;

OMG SPIRIT I JUST REMEMBERED YOU. YOU LOOK SO FAMILIAR. IDK IF YOU REMEMBER BUT IT'S ME! INKWISHES/BELLADONNA? YOU PLAYED MEDDIE/ADOPTIVE MOM TO MOTTLEDBBY. HOW ARE YOU!?


Teheh that could work if you don't mind? Who doesn't like four of the same cat wondering around?
Cat: Hey Twin#1!
Twin #2: Oh... I'm Twin#2
Cat: -cringe- Oh... Sorry... Is th-
Twin #2: No that's Twin#3
Cat: -silent contemplation-
it's the whole clan's favorite pastime! guess that twin! xD




Also about the same name topic, it really is a bit confusing.. In the original WARRIORS cats rarely have the same prefix. Usually though, Erin Hunter likes a cats who don't have the same prefix but the same suffix is fine c;

Ahh! I forgot that! Swear I read the rules though! Just when I was a work in progress it was mainly for her personality and not the password. It took me three days, I totally forgot xD

aww *cuddles*


Well if we're being fair, Vixen you created the first Fox so you should get to keep him.

Oh I've seen that anime! I forgot their names though... Spare me...
But the brother and sister end up in this "Loki's" dimension of games. I can't remember their goal but where I got to, they were teaming up with an Argyle was it? Ugle? Hnng something with a -gle for sure. It's like a knowledgeable angel. There were factions too. Like of different races. It's purrty gewd.

Pondlily was beyond distressed, especially when she heard the terse voice of Stormstrike. Hearing his orders to his brother, to fetch her a medicine cat, she managed to stretch her neck out and let her nose touch his paws in a gentle, calming gesture. Her remained closed, her claws unsheathed as a faint throbbing continued in her skull. "Shhh," Pondlily spoke softly to the grey and white warrior. "It's alright. Thank you." Again her voice tapered away, her head retracting from his paw to be tucked into her snowy chest. In a few moments of quiet, Swanpaw approached. The young warrior gave a shuttering purr as the tiny calico disputed her assistance. Her eyes cracked open to share a glimmer of gratitude with the apprentice, and a faint smile curled at the corners of her lips. "It was a pretty bad hit, nothing too problematic. I'm certain you'll find a suitable herb for me," Pondlily murmured drowsily and let her mulit-colored orbs raise to look at Stormstrike again. A hint of fear reflected in the pools of green and blue, a fleeting frown dragging at her face. Pondlily despised of the matter at hand, and the pain although no longer was sharp, was certainly a repetitive throb. A heavy chuckle escaped her vocals, when her face brightened back into an light smile. "You too can go. TidalClan will need all its warriors... I hear and feel grief and need... Your participation will be needed on patrols and the like, not to stand around for little ol' me. Carry on you big slug!"

I'd love to get back into roleplaying humans again! If you'd like, we can come up with a fantasy/historical plot! I do like the plots you've suggested, but I'd be a bit more museful in some sort of fictional playout. c: