Posts by blackcanary

heyy guys

joining with blackcanary here who's p/ much based off of black canary lmao

i need help with her avvie tho??

ahh ok okay the next vote shall break the tie b/c i'm indecisive af lmao

and omg sheo fam you totally should!!

that'd be lit!!

i totally support all superhero characters they're so fun lmao

i think i'm gonna make blackcanary gay? but like idkkk

that's crazy !!

rip i never read anyones bio's

too... much... effort.. lmao

*runs off to write canary's bio*

woooah !! mind me asking which version / voice actress ??

and rip i still haven't watched wonder woman and i'm salty af about it

the sky was on fire.

perhaps not literally, not tonight, but it certainly looked as much. red and yellow bled together into a billion shades of orange, the moon floating in the sky, demanding to take it's reign for a time. every dusk and every dawn, they seemed to battle, the moon winning every other time, the sun taking it's own victories.

blackcanary often wondered why this was. why they rose and fell every morning and evening, dancing in perfect lines across the sky. why did one always rise, while the other always set? it was astounding, really, the fact that they never failed this duty. the fem often wondered what would happen if they did cease to change and turn - what would become of the world? but the fem was approaching thirty months, she was through her younger years but not quite into her senior time, and she fancied she'd be long dead by the time this happened. she'd never get to know the why's of the universe, and long ago, she'd come to terms with that.

the ivory colored feline was easy enough to ignore. she was quiet and dutiful, ever composed and content with her daily duties. she hadn't dreams of grandour, dreams of leaderhip or motherhood or any of the other things that other feline's seemed to desire so passionately, as if they needed some reason to keep going, some thing to give their lives purpose. no, no - blackcanary had found her purpose, and it was to simply lack one. to blend into the background. to stay quiet, keep her head down, do her job.

she didn't need to be a hero. she didn't need to go down in the history of the clan's. she didn't need some silly legacy to justify waking up every morning. one day, she'd die, those blue eyes would shut and never open again, and that was alright. she was alright with being some smudged name on a page that no one would remember after a few seasons.

was it wrong that she desired just that? that she longed to be insignificant and unimportant? was there some sin in the desire to be only a face in the crowd, to change as little as she wanted? she knew it was selfish, the reason behind it. because one day, like every clan, thunderclan would fuck up. it would become some taboo name, hissed under breaths, their scent regarded with the same bitterness of the city-dwellers. one day, thunderclan would have their turn as the enemy of the clans, and, selfish as it was, blackcanary didn't want to be a part of that stain.

she was entirely happy to sit in the corner, picking at a blue jay, easy enough to notice at the time, but just as easy to look over, to forget. she liked it that way.

[rip posted this in the ooc board]

idk?

/maybe/ canary for dep but idk idk she's p/ new and shit

maybe like a low key old friendship with canary?

maybe she could've been his mentor or something?

tracking b/c these are great but i'm bad at choice award categories rip

i haven't seen like any of the new movies lmao. idk i'm like rlly excited for it + gal gadot is like the most attractive woman in the universe

but like

i keep putting it off rip

and oml i haven't watched the cartoon in forever i sooo need to add that to my list of things to watch

maybe like this with canary here? her biggest strength is training others and would see light as like an /opportunity/ + like a kid who's having a hard time

her eyes, pale as the sky on a dreary winter day, roamed over this feline. near the same age as her, and yet, her body had seen far more than blackcanary's. scars covered her, and yet, the fem couldn't help but almost admire them. scars were a sign of a life long lived, one of strength and weakness. blackcanary bore a few beneath her fur, but nothing large enough to be seen through the gossamer ivory hairs.

cougar. the fem knew of her well enough - she'd lived through her reigns as a -tail and a -star. she hadn't ever imagined that the fem would end up in her own clan, watching the sky in the eerie silence of the camp alongside her. not that the feline minded. perhaps she wasn't the friendliest of fellows, but from what she'd observed of the former leader and deputy, neither was she. perhaps it was just a thing with their generation, the whole lot of them turning out to be assholes. perhaps that was just what happened when you saw the world for what it was.

"be my guest." she's invite, motioning to the space beside her, nodding to the jay that she'd hardly touched. "want some? i haven't much of an appetite." she offered with a flick of her ear.

[nonono mate it's perf !!]

i see what u did there

u punny thing u

GENERAL:

✧ BLACKCANARY | B, BLACK, CANARY

✧ warrior | twenty nine months | one month every hundred posts

✧ ♀ | feminine pronouns

✧ thunderclan | warrior

✧ bisexual, female preference | single | [0] crushes

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

✧ born in thunderclan as the eldest of her litter. fairly disconnected from her family, she was 'interested in other things'.

✧ always knew she was pretty gay, never kept it a secret. there's been a few guys she's liked, but they're few and far between.

✧ has never wanted to be a leader or a mother or any of that sappy shit. she just wants to train apprentices, as she's found she's a pretty great teacher.

✧ does not want to go down in history or leave a legacy. very happy with being forgotten.

✧ based off of black canary, with some alterations.

✧ can be high key thirsty, but thinks romance is messy.

PHYSICALITY:

✧ DOMESTIC FELINE | HEALTH: 100%

✧ average sized ivory feline with pale blue eyes

✧ frame is littered with scars, hidden by fur

PERSONALITY:

✧ ISTP | SLYTHERIN | TRUE NEUTRAL

✧ intelligent | vivacious | perceptive

✧ aimless | self destructive | stubborn

✧ irrational | rash | impulsive

COMBAT & INTERACTION:

✧ somtimes antagonizes others | doesn't start fights

✧ will show mercy | will not kill unless necessary | won't run away

✧ mentored by who? if not, do they fight on instinct?

✧ physically extremely difficult | mentally difficult

✧ mention blackcanary when needed | attack in #C6ECFF

PLAYLIST:

get some

take me

chewing gum

too good at goodbyes

sex

free

take shelter

hideaway

TROPES:

apron matron, harem nanny, badass teacher, the heart, cool big sis, the face, break them by talking, team mom, promotion to parent

GOO TEA!!

I HONESTLY DO SO MUCH BETTER ON TESTS THAN LIKE CLASSWORK

EXCEPT THE AP EXAM LAST YEAR RIP

shit that was all in caps but like im /too lazy/ to fix it so owell

/tracking/

blackcanary was there, near the back, in a shitty tracking post. none of the news affected her much; she'd acquired no apprentices, had no ceremonies of her own. she hadn't much of an opinion towards 'cougar'. so, she stayed seated, observing with attentive eyes.

/ team tracking

"what's with you kids these days?" came the demanding voice of blackcanary as she approached, the eldest among them by a solid apprentice-ship. while not especially tall or muscular, she certainly had the look of an adult bothered by the ire of a child. it wasn't particularly aggressive, but she did give lightningpaw a pointed look.

the ivry fem flicked an ear, steady gray eyes moving to regard the girl, who was certainly young enough to be her daughter. but blackcanary had no time in her life for the tedious task of raising children, and fancied she never would. she was a warrior, a teacher, she did her job and clocked out come nightfall. she hadn't the patience to spend a solid six months on the job, shaping new warriors.

glancing at the fem, blackcanary gave her a once over, nodding to her. "you smell like city, but so do half the kittypets and loners that show up here." she observed, giving a pointed glance to the apprentice among them, then back to this fem. "i can't make any promises our leader won't want to know this story, but nobody here has got much authority to demand it."

glancing at some scrappy npc, the fem would flick an ear at him. "go fetch foreststar, will you?" she told him, and as he scuttled off, she turned back to this fem and gave her a polite nod. "shouldn't be too long. i'm blackcanary. i assume you have a name? while we're at it - i assume you've knowledge of hunting and fighting?"

she mineaswell cover the basics while they waited.

*~Foreststar~*  

natural selection was a pretty useful things. it got rid of the dimmer of their species, left room for those who stood a fighting chance to compete.

but every now and then, someone like hollowmoon survived. the kind of tom who had to be babysat and scolded like a kitten for such childish antics.

blackcanary believed in starclan because that was what she was taught growing up. had she ever experienced it first hand? no, she didn't need to. her faith was enough. and whatever someone saw in some near death experience, or some silly experiment, she didn't believe to be proof. if you wanted to see something bad enough, you'd see it. sometimes, star cats were better than nothing.

"a good punch in the face could kill you, mouse brain." the feline would scold as she approached the younger tom, flicking an ear. she fancied pumpkinpatch would handle lighteningpaw for the time being. foggy eyes inspecting the warrior, she couldn't help but roll the pair of them. "have you learned anything from this?" she fancied he did, just not what she was looking for.