[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]Tats has logged on
Tats: morning, all
Tats: anyone here?
Tats: I know the sun hasn't risen, but it's still morning
// i was very tempted to make his name 'coolgrandad'
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]Jaycalled played along, a good sport, and as he watched, Tatteredstar couldn't hold back a shudder of wistfulness. He was trying to do his best by his new kits, but he'd missed out on all these games with his older bunch.
Briefly, he glanced toward Poppyblossom. Two small patrols? Well, as long as they ran into no trouble, that would be fine, and it would be easier than one large patrol covering extra area. Nodding, glanced back toward Jaycall, who seemed to want to give Bloomkit a chance to finish playing before they headed off.
// want me to make the patrol thread?
I'd love for Tat to have a thread with Frozen!
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]The air smelled of rain. Every so often, Tatteredstar glanced toward the sky, but whatever darkness there were, were off in the distance. He wasn't sure if they'd even come to SkyClan, although he wouldn't mind a storm, as long as it wasn't too bad. The tabby didn't exactly want to wake up after the rain to find that some trees had been torn down.
Blinking, he glanced toward the camp entrance, eyes widening at the sight of her catches. She'd done pretty well. Leafbare, when they'd struggled for prey, seemed so long again, especially when was looking at such large prey. Heading toward her as she surveyed the camp, he complimented, "Well done."
He followed her gaze to the distant storm clouds and continued, "Do you think we'll get rain? The patrols will have tog o out before that." Not his worry. Poppyblossom was in charge of organizing patrols now. Sometimes, that was hard to remember.
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 500px; font=; text-align: justify;]because who doesn't like talking about themself?
hey, i'm pounce, and i rp in both trad and extended
i'm a big history nerd tho i tend to focus on specific periods, so chances are i'm not interested in the same aspects of history as anyone else
i'm also a huge fan of terry pratchett's discworld series and george rr martin's asoiaf/game of thrones. i'm also pretty into sci-fi/fantasy in general and marvel and a billion other things
when i'm all big and grownup i want to be a firetruck attorney
tat is actually my second skyclan cat. way back when, i had this dude named sootstorm, but i went inactive with him and he was rehomed and eventually exiled(?) something along those lines, anyway
not so sure where i want to go with tat, but maybe one day something interesting will happen with him
also, person below me: thoughts on spicy food?
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]// please don't post until jaycall does
Wasn't it typical that Tatteredstar ended up patrolling the RiverClan border? He hadn't been on a proper patrol in ages—although, considering that it was made up for just himand Jaycall, this was far from a 'proper' patrol—and it felt good. A warrior patrolled: patrolling, he could feel like an ordinary warrior, instead of the cat responsible for his Clan's well being. RiverClan's border was aching familiar, and he couldn't help but wonder if he'd run across any familiar scents.
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]// thanks bro :)
Flickerstar. That name would take getting used to. Wasn't Flicker Audenine's mother? She'd come, a few moons earlier, to see him, and to ask if she could stay in SkyClan for a few days. Mechanically, Tatteredstar repeated, "Flickerstar. Congratulations." He supposed this was the final straw, the final indication that StarClan did approve of Flickerstar's move. But why? Why did his warrior ancestors grace ThunderClan with Flickerstar, instead of SkyClan? Did they need him more? Didn't they respect him more?
He cleared his throat as the two other cats went away. "You know that I don't like ThunderClan." Of course Flickerstar knew that. Who, after watching him at the border, didn't? Rather, he ought to have asked if Flickerstar knew why he bore such a grudge against ThunderClan. "I was...hurt by one." And if that wasn't an understatement, he didn't know what was. Hurt? That cat had taken his life, shattered it, ruined everything he'd ever strived for, and nearly killed him.
"SkyClan's bigger than me, and ThunderClan's bigger than him." Bigger than he was, rather, for the warrior had ended up dead, but that didn't lessen the pain. "You've lived in both groups. You've seen the best and worst of both of us. I'm tired of fighting, and I'm tired of tearing SkyClan down." The words hurt, and he could barely stand to look Flickerstar in the eye. "StarClan chose you to lead ThunderClan. Evidently, you're more important to them. It's not worth much, but you have my support as well. I want to mend our relationship."
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]Tats: Morning, you.
Tats: oh, I made it a few days ago
Tats: 6:00 AM isn't early
Tats: Bear! you should be in bed! You're a growing boy!
Thanks, Jagged.
woo, that's great
you guys got summer plans yet?
edit because also, anyone interested in a clanwide plot? those dogs back in january(?) didn't go so well, but i am totally ready for another try
IF YOU HURT POOR WASPY
I looove spicy food but my grandmother can't eat so whenever she comes over everything is awful and bland and I just want to cry.
I'm with Sky on this one - pineapple doesn't belong on pizza, tho i wouldn't put it in a salad either
actually, i'd probably skip it altogether and go for the watermelon
ahh really? i've got a major fascination with the mongolian empire and i'm also pretty into the world wars
who did you have in blizzardclan, tho? i hung out there a few years back; maybe we were there around the same time
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]The rain had fallen through the trees, so heavily that although it had long since stopped, water still fell from the drenched leaves. The ground was thoroughly saturated, and as Tatteredstar walked through the camp, his paws squelched unpleasantly on the muddy earth. The kits, at least, were probably enjoying it, although he didn't think anyone else would be so happy to have a bunch of filthy kits running through the camp. His yellow gaze trailed over the ground, and he made a face upon discovering the abundance of earthworms that had popped up. "Where do they even come from?"
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]The lunch bell rang, and Tobias heaved a sigh of relief. His class had been particularly bad today, and he was worn out. He wasn't teaching next period, and maybe by the time the class after came around, he'd be feeling back to himself. He gathered his papers together as the students filed out, dismayed as a stray quiz fluttered to the floor. He was half tempted to leave it there, but no, he was a responsible adult, and that meant picking up the paper and grading it, instead of telling the student that it must have been misplaced, and would he like a chance to retake it?
Finally, he had everything sorted, and he headed down the hall to the teacher's room, hoping that no one would stop him to ask a question or discuss their grade on a recent test.
ahh i've only ever been to TX once
and it doesn't really count because i never left the airport
sounds fun
yeah, i think someone mentioned me
not sure, but i've been keeping track of it
i'm from ny so all the other states just seem to be these random places somewhere in the rest of the country
but aside from driving through nj or pa, the only other state i've really spent a lot of time is ca, where my cousins live
but honestly that's probably the best time to move back
instead of in the middle of the year
as far as the plot, i suppose that's up to whether or not we want to try brainstorming something new
It's high time we had another mass adopt. If you have a link to an adoption that's already being run that you'd like to be linked to in the mass adoption, feel free to drop it.
cries i have so many threads to respond to
i want to be lazy
wazzup, domino?
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]Tatteredstar ran his pale gaze over his clanmates as they assembled, idly noting who came first. Hailpaw was one of the earliest arrivals, but that oughtn't be a surprise: he was a young apprentice, and they tended to be eager about the fact that they had more freedoms than kits. "I've been speaking with Flickerstar," he began, not yet aware that ThunderClan's leadership had once again changed hands. "And we want to put aside our differences. This hasn't been much of a problem, but I don't want anyone treating ThunderClan negatively because Flickerstar used to be our medicine cat." If anyone, he had probably treated ThunderClan the worst, although not because of Flickerstar, but he was doing his best to change that, and he didn't want Flicker's betrayal worsening the situation. "Everyone's been doing great work around the clan. Keep it up."
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]Sedgekit certainly had an interesting world view. Glancing down at his daughter, a fond smile spread across Tatteredstar's maw. She was filthy—and come to think, so were her siblings. Bearkit looked like he was having fun with the worms, although Tat couldn't see exactly what he was doing, although dear little Bloomkit was at least trying to stay clean. Foxdancer would probably appreciate that.
"I'm not sure it works quite like that," he started to tell Sedgekit, but was cut off when a ball of wormy mud fell onto her. "Sedge!" Tatteredstar exclaimed, reaching down a paw to wipe at the mud. What if it stopped her from breathing? Could mud even do that? Perhaps he just wasn't cut out for parenting—perhaps it was a good thing that someone else had raised his brood.
Shaking his head, as if to shoo the thoughts away, he peered more closely at Bearkit. Was he tearing the worms apart? There wasn't anything wrong with that, per se, but all the same, he wasn't sure that he liked it. Raising his voice as Bloomkit took a seat besides Sedgekit and himself, the tabby called, "Bearkit, come join us."
He turned to Bloomkit, alarmed by her exclamation. Sinking? She didn't go far, of course, but he still wrapped a protective tail around her and praised, "But you got out okay, my brave little warrior."
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]Tats: Don't go back to sleep. It's a beautiful day.
Tats: we should do something to celebrate spring
Tats: Bloom, dear, does your mother know youre up?
[center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]The kits were at it again. After so many moons of cold, dead silence, it was nice to hear the hustle and bustle of life again, and to see young bodies active. From the sound of it, someone wanted to start a game of tag. Tatteredstar remained were he was, outside his den with a half eaten sparrow laying before him, head raised to see if the kits would come into view.
