Posts by STONEJAW

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  • TRAD. SKYCLAN MASS ADOPT W/ PLOTS [12/31]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]ah yes for anyone who does want to rp whitethroat's former love interest feel free to pm about anything, plots, etc. to work out their past, etc. nothing is too set in stone since it's not mentioned too much icly in his posts


    ah and their, her biological his foster, daughter is an apprentice now and he's a super proud daddo


    &stating interest in dep tryouts with over protective nerd over here


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  • MAN, THE MAN IS NONSTOP [open]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]At Owlkit's arrival he dipped his large dead in greeting, offering a gentle smile of greeting though it was promptly distorted by the scars peaking out from beneath the cobwebs. He knew it was unsettling to look at no doubt. At Doemask's inquiry then he dipped his head, making mental note of the other more reserved tom kit nearby.


    "I'm healing well but sorely, dead as he may be Sheogorath did a number on me."


    Admitted the tom in the rumbling tone anyone who knee him would be long used to by now.


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  • MAN, THE MAN IS NONSTOP [open]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]But of course, she hadn't seen his face. No one had yet minus those who drug his unconscious and dying body back to camp. All the blood loss, his face... as soon as he'd been well enough to speak, which given the condition his jaw was in under all those cobwebs, took long enough on its own, he'd requested a name change. He didn't pick the name of course, he trusted Thrushstar to that, but morbidity was nothing new to clan cats.


    When he was an apprentice and his life was nearly taken by the ThunderClan warrior gone rogue known as Dawnblaze he'd denied a name change, his injuries were not him. He was not weak. Now... now he understood. It wasn't admitting weakness, it wasn't admitting defeat. He'd taken a blow this time, he knew that, and for the second time now he laughed in death's face. It was time to acknowledge that, and he was eager too. Young as he may be his body was battle worn and ready for yet more scars. Flicking his tail tip he nodded with a smile, "Without a doubt, though I can't say my face..." It's gone. It wasn't an exaggeration, pink torn flesh was all that remained exposing his teeth in a gruesome display.


    Beneath the cobwebs though no one could see that, he still had some healing to do before that happened. "Ah nevermind, I wasn't too handsome to begin with anyhow." He mused with a light chuckle. At the kit's question though he froze, his mind shifting back as he swallowed and turned his head.


    "He..."


    It was a conflicting thing, in his moons of battle Whitethroat had never had the need to truly defend himself against another cat for his life. Not since he was an apprentice. And now he had needed to, and the result...


    "I did."


    There was no pride in his words, a warrior took no honor in killing another cat, even a sworn enemy like Sheogorath.


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  • TRAD. SKYCLAN MASS ADOPT W/ PLOTS [12/31]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]accepted !


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  • SKYCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD V.2

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]updated this nerd's bio holla
    https://feralfront.com/index.p…3.msg88275063#msg88275063


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  • I'D BE LYING [private]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]He was on edge, that much was clear. After a second near death experience he figured it was time to grow up and settle things once and for all with the ebony she-cat that he once called his friend. Slipping forward the injured tom cleared his throats before speaking up, "Foxdancer, I need to speak to you."


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  • SKYCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD V.2

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]indeedy but as of prior it was listed as "former love interest" as enemy so I just filled in her name for the time being


    im pretty on point with updating stuff and find it pretty fun, especially since im stuck on mobile atm


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  • SKYCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD V.2

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]holla !


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  • I'D BE LYING [private]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]A frown pulled at his maw but the pain that landed in its wake was enough to keep his expression stifly neutral. More often than not smiling caused him a good deal of discomfort but if it was on the behalf of someone else he pushed through it, stubborn to the iron wrought end it seemed. He refused to acknowledge her childish rendition of the silent treatment and spoke anyways, whether she listened or not.


    After all, he was only saying this once. "I want to ask your forgiveness. I am sorry and admit my fault in our quarrel and my actions have been cold and entirely childish. I fully admit I was in the wrong." His tone remained steady and firm through the entire phrase and he let it sink in before speaking any further, "I still refuse to lie to the clan however I always be Birdpaw's father, I love her more than my own life."


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  • MAN, THE MAN IS NONSTOP [open]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]As he spoke those words his gaze trailed to her as he felt her holly gaze burn into his dark fur. The white of his chin flickered under the dappled leaves above them as he turned his attention to her for all but a moment. His childhood friend, someone who'd he have once gone to for comfort. That was a long time ago now, and so this time he looked away and back to those gathered, intending to stay if only for a while.


    Soon there was something he had to do, something very long overdo.


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  • I'D BE LYING [private]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]Her insults fell on deft ears and the battle worn tom simply flicked his tail in response, letting her go through her phases and say what she wanted to before he turned his unamused gaze, that of which now consisted of one eye, onto the she-cat.


    "Are you done?"


    He rumbled placidly, inquiring if she was quite through with the rambling and insulting portion of this so he could talk about Birdpaw already. It was for her sake she was doing this mostly, that and his self. It was only right for him to apologize, he had been in the wrong for a portion of this.


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  • I'D BE LYING [private]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]The brute of a tom raised to his paws and dipped his head. Easily one the tallest warriors of SkyClan he outsized a good deal of his clanmates and also outbulked them, a mere side effect of being born to who he was. Everyone who was a warrior or apprentice at the time of his birth knew his parents had been RiverClanners truly. When a flood swept his pregnant mother downstream it was a SkyClan warrior who took her back to camp for refuge. When she went into labor the combined exhaustion of the near drowning and childbirth took her life and when they sought out the father they ound he too had died, escaping the flood only to land straight into the claws of the mate of the rogue ThunderClan warrior that would nearly take Whitethroat's life as an apprentice.


    Knowing nothing but SkyClan and their foster mother RiverClan agreed they should stay. Of course he never shared this with anyone who didn't already know, he didn't care to talk of his roots much. He just wanted to focus on the future.


    "Good, Thrushstar assigned Doemask to Birdpaw, I couldn't be more pleased with her choice." The tom rumbled, stifling the purr that edged his tone. Everyone knew when it came to his daughter, biological or not, he cared for her more than his own life. And well, perhaps he was fond of Thrushstar as well, but that was still in infancy of development. She was a powerful leader and that was all, surely? Ahem. For later then.


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  • SKYCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD V.2

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]ahh i commissioned some art of white and i'm so excited to see it rip


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  • SKYCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD V.2

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]i'm pretty close with the commissioner and they're an absolutely lovely person so it's bound to be amazing i love their art so much ♥


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  • SKYCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD V.2

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]pirate paint tool sai that's what i did (;


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  • plot with whitethroat [OOC]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]he's open for most things minus death so feel free to hmu for pltos, threads, etc. ! he's especially open for friends right now since he doesn't have very many people he's super close to.


    to learn more about him click here for his bio or here for his heartchart.

  • whitethroat's heartchart [OOC]

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    [size=10]★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ — ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ — ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
    ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ [abbr=decent, not close]★[/abbr] ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
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    [align=center][size=8]character list below. if you'd like an updated opinion feel free to ask!


    BIRDPAW

    BIRDPAW


    THRUSHSTAR

  • WAIT FOR IT | border patrol, open

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]Blast, he'd been careful enough leaving. It was like the young she-cat had a sixth sense or something. A smile tugged painfully at his maw, she would make an excellent mediicne cat, no matter her age. Dipping his head the tom grumbled in protest, "I know my limits, I won't be doing anything to reopen or worsen them. I promise." The warrior rumbled calmly before flicking his tail.


    "Besides, if I stay stuck in camp any longer I'm going to go crazy. Tell you what, why don't you come to? We can search for herbs while we check the border. It's clear BloodClan is after them so it'd be good to be sure some wily housepet with a dog tooth collar hasn't helped themselves to them."


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  • MAN, THE MAN IS NONSTOP [open]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]Ah, his shadow never failed. Turning his bemused remaining eye on Sparrowheart he tilted his head at her, "Well you're not a face I see often." The brute rumbled in playful sarcasm, a kind smile tugging at his white maw. "I promise I'm not doing anything to reopen my wounds, just figured getting out and socializing for a little bit. Figured you could use a break from my constant complaints." He'd wink playfully but honestly would it even count? I mean, he only had one working eye so like... huh.


    Looking down at Shatteredkit then he chuckled, "Oh is that so? Maybe I can send those BloodClanners running with just my smile next time. That'd be a sight to see."


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  • NEW FACE NEW SMILE [private]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]/using this one again like i did on my open thread bc it's perfect tbh


    Sheogorath was dead.


    It was hard to come to terms with. He remembered the raid as clear as day, the fury he had felt when BloodClan dare challenge them in their own home. From his place beside Thrushstar he'd practically felt her disgust and when she'd called for SkyClan to attack he'd torn forward, straight for the BloodClan leader. In the confusion of battle he'd never once broke away from his target, that of whom was easily the more vicious combatant. He'd lost half his face, an eye, and an ear to the beast of a tom.


    That was until...


    By the time the smoke cleared he was dead, the great tyrant quickly growing cold with the grip of death. He was unsure how he felt about the kill. Relieved? Safe? Disconcerted? Yes, definitely that, but above all simply confused and conflicted. Now here he was, he was a horror to look at sure but he hadn't been too handsome to begin with in his own opinion. The eye was annoying but he was growing used to its absence and the ear was no problem seeing as he could still hear it just looked... gruesome.


    Slipping free of the medicine cat's den where he'd been under close observation the tom, whose face was heavily covered with cobwebs, slowly headed to the freshkill pile, staring at it for a moment. Eating was horrible with the damage on his maw and jaw but he wasn't too bothered. In the end he decided against filling his belly now, his appetite lost. Instead he observed the camp with his good eye, seeing if Thrushstar or Birdpaw was around.


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