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  • | мσηαя¢н¢ℓαη | нσω ωιℓℓ уσυ ƒℓу ιƒ уσυ ∂ση'т тяу? | яρ тняєα∂ |

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=1px; width: 180px; height: 300px; background: url(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…a12a23a090ee3cc2ef660.jpg);][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; color: grey; font-size: 28px; font-family: lucida bright; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px black; text-align: center; margin-left: -31px;][b]Spiderblossom ❀[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 11px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]Spiderblossom twitched an ear and opened one, pale green eye closest to her kind Clanmate. The other remained closed, her remained high, and her posture remained straight. However, her black lips turned up in a delicate smile. A deep purr rumbled throughout her chest and lightly shook her body.




    "Good morning indeed Mudswirl," she replied to the fiery, long-furred tabby she-cat. Before she could further answer, she gave a nod to both toms that had passed and then looked up with two, wide open eyes to their leader. Baystar looked rather thoughtful, observant even as he awoke and Spiderblossom rolled her eyes lovingly. What was her thinking about now? Turning her direction back to Mudswirl, the smoky tabby curled her tail around her Clanmate's shoulders. "Hunting in the morning? That sounds lovely! We should let Baystar know, though, that we're helping out with the hunting patrol for the morning. He'd be very thankful I'm sure," she purred and then rose to her paws and turned to look up at her mate.




    Anyone might've noticed that the elegance of the older warrior was beginning to look a little out of sorts. Her body had fattened somehow, most specifically her stomach, and though she walked and did everything normally there was this aura of difference. Even Spiderblossom hadn't noticed, believing it to be her over-eating. Although, maybe it wasn't, and she was having doubts herself... She turned her muzzle up towards the white and tabby tom and lashed her tail. "Baystar! Good morning! Mudswirl and I would like to talk with you!" she called up, sitting and curling her tail behind her.[/fancypost]

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  • ❝ LUNARCLAN ❞ ✘ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ | ᵖˡᵒᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ & ᶜʰᵃᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ |

    Okay! So as for Brightberry and Cinderstar and poor Goldenpaw, I imagine him coming in and being as flirtatious as he is all to just get a rise out of the shaman. They pretty much battle it out, much lovely tension. Goldenpaw is probably like, 'WHY DO YOU EVEN LET HIM INSIDE.' Brightberry would simply shrug. 'He's the leader. Not much I can do. Moving mountains is one thing, moving Cinderstar is another.' <3


    Then I have a relationship idea for her and Larkjaw. After all, they both seem to have a way with words and there is this very mature aura in the both of them. But that's only me cx

  • | мσηαя¢н¢ℓαη | нσω ωιℓℓ уσυ ƒℓу ιƒ уσυ ∂ση'т тяу? | яρ тняєα∂ |

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 11px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]The dark tabby glanced at the younger warrior and purred, looking towards Baystar and raising her head rather proudly. "Yes, hopefully that'd be okay with you?" her feathery tail gently flicked her mate's shoulder. Suddenly her pale eyes widened to large, black saucers as she curiously examined Baystar's own face. Although he seemed happy, it was obvious that before and even now something was nagging at him. Just as something was nagging at her.




    Rolling her eyes, she gave her deep chuckles and walked up to him to politely clean him up. Working at his shoulder, she whispered to him in between licks. "Oh my own kit. I'm hoping you've decided MonarchClan's new deputy?" she teased.[/fancypost]

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  • тнє ωσℓνєѕ σƒ αѕнℓαη∂ [APPLICATIONS] {Open}

    A.D.O


    [font=trebuchet ms]w.i.p.!

  • ❝ LUNARCLAN ❞ ✘ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ | ᵖˡᵒᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ & ᶜʰᵃᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ |

    Brightberry likes watching kits play, but having kits over her own would cause her own internal problem, so don't worry ^^ Having her own kits and not knowing when they'd be born frightens her, incase she births them in a time of greencough or whitecough or in a terrible time. Mosskit has really but that idea into her head, but then also she's unknowingly barren.


    Man so many people are after poor Lizardfang xD A handsome little fella I guess, or the right personality? Eh, I do like BrightLizard or LizardBright but I'm feeling a little BrightCinder or CinderBright.
    She'd be in denial but Brightberry is coming off like a little hopeless romantic xD

  • ❝ LUNARCLAN ❞ ✘ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ | ᵖˡᵒᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ & ᶜʰᵃᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ |

    I VOLENTEER AS TRIBUTE FOR ONE OF LILYTAIL'S KITTENS TOO. okay that was sorta lame but i'm serious ^^
    I also have been wanting to try out an evil, snobbish character for a long time. I always play the try-to-be likeable characters because... I don' know. My mindset is to always be liked and I guess that kind of ties in with how I create my kitties or any roleplaying character for that matter. I'd be grateful to get out of my comfort zone, especially if it's with you guys considering how nice and creative you are!


    On another note, Brightberry will no doubt be really defensive of Lilytail. I think it's because she wants Lilytail to have healthy kits and hates the prospect of them dying somehow. She doesn't want to see a kit grow up like herself, sorta burdened. After all, Lilytail lost her mate. Brightberry may not approve completely of Lilytail's lover but I can see she'd dismiss that for the queen. If one did die... Won't that really crash our shaman ;-;


    Brightberry and Fawnpoppy would not get along well I think xD I don't know, but inside I sense some irritation with Fawnpoppy. that's a gorgeous name by the way <33

  • | мσηαя¢н¢ℓαη | нσω ωιℓℓ уσυ ƒℓу ιƒ уσυ ∂ση'т тяу? | яρ тняєα∂ |

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 11px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]Her ears pricked, and she looked over her shoulder to see Mudswirl already in a conversation with Purpleur. She'd wanted to comment to him, reassure him that whatever his decision it'd be the right one. Supporting him was good, right?




    Although he was a leader, she a mere warrior despite being his mate, and she felt her insignificance momentarily as he nuzzled her and wandered off. Straightening her spine, she stepped back and lashed her tail before turning around as he spoke to his apprentice. Everything was alright, she was just angst and annoyed for a reason she couldn't explain. Calmly, she followed Mudswirl and glanced sideways at Purplefur, stumbling just a bit and hissing as she regained herself. Fur fluffed out, she shook her head and flattened her ears with embarrassment. "Come on lovely!" she called after Purplefur, smiling politely at the female as she passed out of camp.




    Yes, Purplefur was rather intimidating in looks, but Spiderblossom looked into the soul. She felt beauty resided there and it did. As long as, well. she remembered that and didn't become biased like some of her Clanmates.[/fancypost]

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  • ❝ LUNARCLAN ❞ ✘ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ | ᵖˡᵒᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ & ᶜʰᵃᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ |

    That'd be wonderful! I do appreciate it milky ^^ It'd be an honor to have you guide me to the path of evil MWHAHAHAHAHAHA Although, I'm not sure if anyone has read the House of Night series, but I currently am and I love the books. I especially love the female antagonist, Aphrodite, who reminds me very much of Fawnpoppy. Beautiful and charming to everyone ranked higher than herself but a witch to her peers. I LOVE IT. Like a little Aphrodite turned into a kitty situation xD


    edited;;
    I do like the caribou idea! The cats would just stare and think they're netural animals but obviously they aren't? A non-npc cat should get affected, unless that's what you insisted but I just didn't get it >.<don't worry my dears. if one of you gets hurt, brightberry and goldenpaw will take good care of you


    Also! I have two adult pictures for the kittens and then I have one kitten picture if you'd like to see kipper? c:

  • ❝ LUNARCLAN ❞ ✘ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ | ᵖˡᵒᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ & ᶜʰᵃᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ |

    @iron - Saaaaaame. Aww and danke cx


    Dom - I too agree. Poppyfire is a little lady of beauty. Oh! I find that Bisontail and Brightberry would hold very basic conversations, because they both seem so regal if you know what I mean. Bisontail would just be sitting around camp and Brightberry would stroll up and sit next to him and comment on the sky or something xD They just have this sorta relationship I can't 100% describe but I do seem them together! Just gotta.. Gotta fully figure it out... *intense squint*

  • ❝ LUNARCLAN ❞ ✘ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ | ʳᵒˡᵉᵖˡᵃʸ |

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:180px; height:200px; overflow:hidden; padding:5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:180px; height:200px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:180px; min-height:200px; padding:0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11.5px; color: #000; line-height: 10px; font-family:arial narrow;]The smell of the rain was thick, covering Brightberry in its earthy musk. Her crown rose groggily, her bright teal optics blinking slowly as the den spun its way into view. With her mind still heavy with sleep, the older shaman took care in delicately stretching each limb to life. Slowly, Brightberry rose from the threads of sleep and the calico gave a surprisingly wide yawn and shook out her fur, following with a purr smooth as it was deep. It resonated throughout her body, and was the purr of elegance and softness, a feminine superiority eased over with gentleness.




    The Shaman wouldn't have minded sitting in her nest, thinking over last night's dreams while she groomed herself, but something made her stiff. A bad feeling, stilling her bones. She called it a gift of her ancestors, her "super" intuition. So, grooming herself and wandering in her thoughts would have to come for another time. Although her pelt was usually sleek and never very messy, which didn't mean she liked water but that she took much pride in her appearance, Brightberry didn't hurt to do a once over. It even gave her some time to realize Goldenpaw's absence. It seemed the apprentice had left her for the outside not too long ago, and a deep chuckle emitted from the goddess.




    She supposed it was alright. Goldenpaw was an excellent apprentice, obedient and always willing. Brightberry guessed her only fault might've been in her nervousness and hesitation in an intense situation. The Shaman knew, though, that the tabby would be rid of such anxiety soon enough. Usually, Brightberry would wake up and ask her apprentice of her dreams. They 'dream-shared', as she liked to call it, because 'dream-sharing' issued trust and a foundation of confidence to reveal a dream to any high rank who asks, without doubt or hesitation. Well, if Brightberry decided to keep a dream from the higher ranked, of course, then it'd stay between the two of them. Her wish was to become close to her apprentice, in more than just a mentor type of way. She wanted to be Goldenpaw's friend, and unknowingly, a type of motherly figure.




    Finishing on her tail, Brightberry rose to her paws, and the long-furred she-cat wandered from the den and out into the burst of wind. It whipped at her fur, like sheathed paws batting at her, and she flattened her ears to her skull in dismay. The cold weather made her shiver, and the plop-plop of light rain on her nose made her sneeze. [i]No. Not a cold! Don't you dare, she chastised herself and the weather, narrowing her gem-like orbs and glaring at the sky. Snorting her disappointment, the goddess shook her head and sighed to herself. This spring looked to bring some challenging times, but she could be wrong. If anything, this rain might sicken her Clan but it'd grow enough herbs needed to care for them. Puffing her chest and straightening her posture, as she believed every female should walk straight-backed, she quietly approached her apprentice.




    The tabby seemed to be enjoying the weather, her violet gaze over-looking the camp below. Brightberry sat herself behind the apprentice, and wrapped a feathery tail around the younger goddess' shoulders. She expected a slight jump, as the Shaman was surprisingly silent, which would've made her a great hunter as a warrior if she hadn't chosen the Shaman life-style. [b]"If you catch a cold out here for just standing around, I hope you know how to treat yourself," the calico goddess teased in her soft, yet femininely strong voice. Yet, she too over-looked the camp and couldn't help but purr. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Her pelt seemed brighter in the crossing shadows of the clouds that seemed to tease the sun, and her eyes had widened to the size of saucers as amazement tickled at her mind and heart.
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  • ❝ LUNARCLAN ❞ ✘ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ | ʳᵒˡᵉᵖˡᵃʸ |

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    [fancypost bgcolor=teal; border:none; width:auto; height:60px; margin-left:-4px;][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=white; border:none; width:193px; height:270px; margin-left:-20px; margin-top:7px;][fancypost bgcolor=TEAL; border:3px black double; width:150px; height:20px; margin-top:10px; text-align:center; font-size:17px; color:#fff; text-shadow:2px 4px 0px TEAL; font-family:Georgia;]BRIGHTBERRY[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:180px; height:200px; overflow:hidden; padding:5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:180px; height:200px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:180px; min-height:200px; padding:0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11.5px; color: #000; line-height: 10px; font-family:arial narrow;]"You don't say," Brightberry murmured, before she followed her apprentice. The calico goddess was quietly amused at the responsibility Goldenpaw had taken. Look at her! Guiding her own mentor, 'dream-sharing' with her without being coaxed! Even getting breakfast for her? Brightberry was very impressed and thankful, and she purred her thanks after she'd taken her share of the morsel. Once Goldenpaw had finished speaking and all, the Shaman swallowed her last bites and finally spoke.




    [b]"Look at you, you're becoming quite the little lady. I should compliment you to your father," the Shaman praised, and the thought of the tabby leader instinctively made her eyes roll. Cinderstar and her had been friends for more than a few moons. Perhaps just a little bit after Goldenpaw's birth, when it was evident Cinderstar had made a little 'oopsy' in having feelings for this... this other Clan she-cat. [i]Deersong Brightberry remembered stoically. She had nothing to hate and nothing to like about Goldenpaw's mother, for she'd never met the goddess personally before. That, and she'd hated dwindling in Cinderstar's affairs back then. He seemed to always cause complications for himself, his vanity making way for consequences. She'd warned him, but his response was always playful and teasing. He was such a big kitten sometimes, she almost felt like his mother. In a caring yet annoying type of way, of course. He was still her leader after all, the least she could do was put some kindness into the memory.




    "Your mother? How interesting," the goddess mewed politely, head dipping with respect. "It seems you often have conversations with these cats without the power of the Moon Tree. I'm not frightened by it, and I won't discourage you. What role model would I be then? I praise you for it. Our ancestors have gifted me enhanced intuition and it's evident they have gifted you with personal passage to them without having to contact them by ancient artifact. They must be very fond of you," Brightberry chose her words carefully, although she admittedly was a little bit suspicious. Was her ancestors reaching out to her in their indistinct voices as they always had? Was the Shaman missing something? Her teal optics seemed to search Goldenpaw as she ate, a loving gaze filled with worry and wishing the soul wasn't so hard to find. And then her expression changed altogether. It was as if the wind had robbed her of her kindness with its intensity just then.




    Shock zipped through the shaman second, right before she could mention her usual nightmares. It was always the same. Her and Mosskit, playing and playing but unknowingly, Mosskit was getting and weaker and thinner and thinner until Brightberry was practically chasing around a skeleton of her brother. Luckily, she wouldn't have to mention it, and shock subsided to curiosity which seemed to finally be the right emotion. It settled in her, a feeling sheltering in Brightberry's mind to keep away from the dark thoughts, and maybe even the wretched rain. A calmness swept over the older calico, letting her tail lash back and forth on the cold ground. A laugh, deep and loud, but hardly rude, rumbled the she-cat's figure.




    "War is always raging Goldenpaw. Peace is hardly meant to last when battles can start so easily. It is the one feather, fleeing from a bird as it flies. It is the life, leaving the eyes of a dying cat. Peace is the wind, rushing and fierce and powerful until it isn't. Peace is not meant to last, indeed, but war is never gone. It's the fur on our bodies. The color in our eyes. The yellow of the sun. It will not leave you, and it makes peace nearly... nonexistent. So it's been quiet, yes, but not peaceful. Never peaceful." Brightberry's eyes drifted among her Clanmates and turned up to the cloudy sky, smiling faintly.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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