Posts by GRIZZLEDTOOTH'

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Hey guys! BC looks a bit underloved, so I'm placing Six here.

How you all doing?

Your art is so nice! If you're not too busy, can you do Six? He's in traditional BloodClan.

He's black with dull green eyes. If it isn't too much trouble, since he's in BloodClan, can he be wearing a spiky collar?

Any pose and expression is fine, though it would be cool if he could maybe be sitting and licking one paw with a smug expression on his face. Again, though, any pose/expression would be great.

Hey!

Ooh, I'm sorry. I'm not so great at moming, but maybe take some aspirin if it gets really bad.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]In the early evening, the smell in the dumpster wasn't too bad. Correction: the smell was awful, but it was heaps better than during midday. The air was filled with the gentle hum of a thousand flies buzzing over the old, rotted garbage. Six, who had grown up here, was used to the sound and smell, and he barely noticed them anymore. What he did notice was something new, a gentle snuffling and faint ripping. There was something going through the trash.

The lean black feline tasted the air, dark berry nose wrinkling. Above the stench of garbage there was indeed another scent. Rat. His maw lazily curled up, delighted, and he stalked toward the dumpster. It was rare that he found food so close to his sleeping area. This would be an easy kill.

Sure enough, he soon emerged, clutching the lifeless freshkill between his jaws. The rat made for late dinner, but it was better than no food, wasn't it?

[Since I'm thinking Six was born in BC, it would be cool if our characters knew each others' names, like casual acquaintances, if you're all fine with that.]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Angry voices. What was new? Six pulled up toward the group, dull olive colored eyes flickering over Scott. What was this terrified lump doing here? Some of their number had surely once been kittypets, but they were all tougher. If they weren't, they wouldn't have survived. "Scott," he meowed. "Ya got to make your decision fast. Run back to your housefolks and never return or ask if you can join our number." He shrugged, glancing at the other BloodClanners. "I don't care if you stay here, but if your not strong enough you'll end up dead within a week." The forest Clans might be all nice and loving, but BloodClan wasn't like that. They fought with each other plenty, and if a newcomer couldn't survive that he usually ended up dead. It was that simple. The weak ones were soon weeded out.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Taboa was the first thing Six saw when he emerged from the dumpster. She was in the process of licking her paws and muzzle clean of blood, and although he knew that she wasn't grooming to impress him, he grinned anyway. Gently, he set down the rat and protectively placed a paw over it. He had a passing acquaintance with the she-cat, and in the grand scheme of things rather liked her, but he wasn't totally sure that she wouldn't try to steal his catch. You always had to be careful.

"Taboa," he replied, inclining his head. "Thanks." The calico didn't seem likely to steal his prey so he let his guard down a tad and bit into the rat. The flavor flooded his mouth, and he let out a content little purr. He devoured the rodent quickly, hungrily, and swiped a paw over his whiskers. "What're you up to?" He asked the question playfully rather than suspiciously, head cocked to one side as he awaited an answer.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Six was used to the sight of cats killing each other, and while he headed toward the trio, he did tense up a bit. He didn't know how the dead feline had provoked the sleek stranger, but he'd be ready if she decided to attack him as well. It was funny - he didn't recognize her. Eyes narrowing, he drank in her scent. Shrapnel smelled of twolegs. That didn't surprise him. Not so many BloodClanners seemed as well fed as she did.

Sauntering until he was just a few steps away from the three, he regarded the slowly spreading pool of blood passively. In his book, if someone couldn't defend themselves properly they deserved what they got coming to them. He only hoped that he would always be able to defend himself. "Didja take the collar because you want to his spot in BloodClan? I think you proved yourself worthy." Praise, yes, but he'd never been stingy with praise. He didn't see it as a sign of weakness. Stretching, the lean black tom grinned at Haskill. "Though I suppose we're still seeing how you do against mousey over here, huh? You gunna fight him?"

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]There are a lot of newcomers to BloodClan or, at least, me, so why not have an ooc meet and greet? I was thinking we could also play some sort of game here to help us bond. Maybe would you rather? I'm not so great at thinking up games, so if you have any ideas feel free to post them.

I'm Pounce, and I rp Six. I've been on the site since 2012; I suppose whether or not I'm an oldie really depends on how long everyone else has been here. I'll probably end up making mistakes in rp because I haven't read any Warriors books since I was about seven, and that was only to impress a girl. I'm a big reader. Among my favorite authors are Terry Pratchett and Brandon Sanderson, so if any of you have read their stuff we can fan together. I pretty much grew up under a rock but I've been making strides to fix that, so there's a 50/50 chance I'll get any references you make.

Six was originally planned as a side character, but I'm really liking it here, so he might end up as one of my main characters instead. I'm still not sure if I want him to be trainee age or warrior age but that's only a minor detail, right? Right. There's nothing I really have in mind for him right now plot wise, but if anyone wants to plot with him, feel free to PM me.

Okay, here's a would-you-rather question for the person below me: Would you rather . . . be able to eat only spicy food or only salty food?

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]"And listen to the boss," Six chimed in. Then, shrugging thoughtfully, he added, "Or don't, but that's not really so great for your health, if you get my drift." In a Clan like BloodClan, listening to the boss was a good idea, if only because the leader was usually the toughest of them. "By the way, I'm Six."

Throwing Shrapnel another grin, he nimbly stepped back, giving the two sparring cats more room.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]That great. Hope your headache's all gone now. :)

Thanks, Cedar!

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]As usual, when Six heard a new voice he momentarily tensed, suspicious. Upon recognizing Red, he made an effort to calm down, showing her the faintest hint of a lopsided grin. "Correct, as usual." He didn't much mind buttering others up. Some might see compliments as a sign of weakness, but the way Six saw it, they were more likely to make others respond positively to you, and when someone was acting nice to you, you were less likely to kill them.

Fluidly sliding to his paws, the obsidian cat sauntered toward Taboa. "Dunno, you're the most interesting thing I see here." Ah, whoops, he'd forgotten about Red. Turning his head toward her, he winked apologetically. If the feline was offended she'd either have to keep it to herself or fight him; he was prepared for either eventuality.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Welcome to BloodClan, Annihilation!

Hey, Spacey, how about some sort of thread between Taboa and Six?

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]If Six could amend Taboa's inner thoughts, he would have declared that cats came to BloodClan either to join or because they were serious masochists. The black feline slunk toward the group, olive colored eyes flickering over the stranger. Nightmare seemed wary, as was only proper. BloodClan had their reputation for a reason.

He halted besides Taboa, fighting the urge to gently brush against her: he wasn't sure that she'd take that well. His body remained loose, somehow managing to convey the sense of swaggering even though he was still, and his eyes were filled with a curious mix of hostility and amusement.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Whether or not it was the smartest thing to do, Six made no more to duck away from Taboa's paw, allowing it to lightly graze against his dark fur. His dull gaze ran over the she-cat as she leaped atop a closed garbage pail. Sitting back, he tilted his head to look up at her. "I've just been my usual charming self." Causing trouble? Well, always. He licked a paw, mulling over her comments, and queried, "Are you referring to all the, ah, newcomers lately?" He didn't mind BloodClan's ranks swelling. In fact, he encouraged it, as long as the new cats proved themselves real BloodClanners. "Care to guess why there have been so many recently?"

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans] Spacey : Eh, I don't mind making it. Unless you really, really want to, I mean. ;-)

@Cassie: Maybe a thread with Six to see if they click? If they do, he'd definitely be flattered and a little creeped out to be obsessed over.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Six was getting antsy. He'd prowled BloodClan's filthy alleyways for what seemed like moons, and the most excitement he'd stumbled across were two cats arguing with each other. (Actually, it had been pretty entertaining, despite the fact that it had ended with one cat sniffing and walking off.) It was a bright day - a burning one really - with just enough of a cool breeze to keep him from wanting to hide in the shade of a garbage can. Energy thrummed through him.

Arriving in a small clearing formed by two intersections, he clawed at the trash lining the street, wincing as his claw caught in some twoleg trash. Giving a hiss, the black pelted tom pulled his paw free and shook himself out. He glanced around, grumbling quietly. Today just wasn't his day.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]As Taboa began to reply, Six bunched up his muscles and leaped up, joining her atop the bin. Using his claws to widen a hole in the top bag, he too began sorting through the garbage, nodding every so often to agree with what she was saying. Spotting some broken glass, he made a face and carefully pushed it away. "You think we'd win if we started a fight?" he wanted to clarify. His faith in BloodClan . . . well, it was iffy. He definitely thought that the group could be strong, but he wasn't sure just how powerful they currently were. The the forest Clans grew too tired of them and teamed up, BloodClan would be vastly outnumbered. Of course, they made up for that in skill, and from what little he knew of the forest groups, he doubted they would all work together.

He snagged a bone that must have once belonged to a chicken and eyed it. There wasn't even a scrap of meat on it, and he wasn't so hungry as to gnaw it. "Doesn't seem to be much worth scrounging so far," he noted glumly.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]@Sheo: Ooh, you like Elder Scrolls? My brothers keep trying to get me to play one of them - there's a dragon in the beginning that you have to run away from, if that tells you which I mean - but I just can't get the hang of it.

@Mits: What inspired your username? I really like it. Good luck with starting collage and that musical! Have you ever done one before?

deer : I think I may have rped with you before - I definitely know that I used to think you were really cool and scary (You still are, of course. Cool, that is, not scary.)

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]Even the dull roar of monsters filling the air, by this point in his life just another background noise to Six, this cluster of cats was loud enough to draw his attention. The black tom had been sitting inside of a torn cardboard box, hungrily devouring what little food he had managed to scrounge from the dumpster. He judged it to have once been some kind of bird. With that funny texture that meant twolegs had done something to it, it wasn't the most pleasant of meals, but to Six it was a feast. It was rare that he got so much to eat; he mostly found scraps in the dumpster or managed to kill a scrawny rat or the occasional pigeon.

A feast it might have been, but there wasn't actually enough for Six to feel full. He wouldn't die of starvation anytime soon, even if he did catch only the scrawniest of rats, but he lacked that pleasant warmth in his stomach. He very rarely felt completely full. Swiping his tongue over dark grey pawpads, he cleaned his whiskers and finally exited the box.

His dull olive gaze flickered down the street, toward the cats he'd heard before. He recognized at least two of them, and there was something vaguely familiar about the others. He must have seen them all before at one point or another, but there were very few BloodClanners who Six felt comfortable enough around to remember clearly.

He hesitated for a moment before making up his mind. He was a social cat - certainly a failing in a BloodClanner, which was why he'd learned to be suspicious. It wouldn't hurt to head over for just a few moments, and he'd be on guard.

He headed toward the group, arriving in time to catch the tail end of the conversation. "And a very fine taste in names you have too," Six told Sheogorath. Although he managed to keep his voice flat, he couldn't keep a slightly mocking tinge from hunting his eyes, revealing that he didn't think very much of the massive tom's name.

"Hey," he greeted the other three cats, gaze flickering between them. He arched his back to fully enjoy the warm rays of sunlight and shuffled, trying to get comfortable while remaining on guard. Peering at Crowe, he asked, "Have we met? Must have seen you before." Or perhaps he was new; Six noticed that his collar had no teeth on it. While Six's own dark green collar still had plenty of space for more trophies, it was far from being naked. Frowning, he shook his head and added, "Either case, I'm Six."

rosemary - wrote:

^{anyone wanna plot with lil ol' Rosemary?}

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt mongolian sans]She can def have a thread with Six. Anything in particular you want to do?

Hey, how do you all feel about rustling up a group to harass one of the clans? I'm thinking they could steal prey or something.