Posts by EDDIE.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]V wasn't so sure about this place. It was an imitation of the loner lands except it had a leader. Other then that, things ran almost identically to what this place was. The creamy brown female was padding through, her hazel eyes staring coldly at whoever she saw when the sounds of a ruckus hit her ears. V was not a curious cat and didn't often follow what she heard unless it was important to her. But the scene was happening right before her eyes anyways. They were all males, she noticed. That made her want to spit. Was the whole of this clan lead by a bunch of pathetic males? Her ears twitched and she turned her head to the side, noticing that a lot of Exilers were padding forwards and looking curiously. Perhaps this wasn't an everyday thing. She noticed also that Duncan was host to a different scent. An enemy, then. V had a right to attack him. V had a right to attack anyone who wasn't an Exiler. She flexed her abnormally long claws and calmly loped onto the scene. The direhound was rather big. It seemed that the one called Jammal was fighting him. Still, V made no comment as she attempted to stab her long claws into the direhounds legs. By this point, V had grown the same size as he. Yes, the female had powers. It was one of the reasons why she had little to no scars on her lithe and well muscled body.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]As the massive claw was set down in front of her, V skidded to a halt, baring her teeth but not losing her cool demeanor until she looked up to see a man was blocking her path. Her hazel eyes narrowed and the massive brown feline clenched her teeth together the longer she stared at Shadowsage. He was a big creature but V could easily grow to his height if she willed it. It was a part of her skill set. That and a few others. She turned back to the other and shook her head at his words. "No. He play. I fight." V voiced, her sharp voice growing more toxic the more she stared at Duncan. She was going to rip out his vocals so he spoke no longer and once she did that, she would use them to decorate the floor alongside the contents of his belly. A sight that no longer phased V as it used to. "Anyone not here is dead."

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]It still confused her as to why none of the people in this group attacked outsiders on sight. V was tricky with rules and she was determined that attacking any outsider on sight should be one. The girl was no less patient then the last time she'd belonged to a group as she bounced forwards. Her eyes landed on the strange male. Male. Male. She had yet to see a female, asides from the snaggle toothed kitten from her joining scene. V's lip curled and she came closer to Arnold Cunningham, hazel eyes narrowed into tiny slits. He was not of Exiler scent so she had a right to attack him. The lithe and well muscled feline coiled like a spring and then launched herself with speed more so then power as she attempted to collide into Arnold's frame and slam her abnormally long claws into his shoulders with the intention of piercing skin and flesh. "You tell now. Before I gut." V spat, attempting to bunch her claws around his fatty skin and lean forwards.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Group life was pretty different to loner life. This place in some ways reflected the loner lands but not all the time. It was times like these that it didn't. For V, her rules were; attack outsiders on sight, others must save themselves, go for your own. There was no teamwork where V was concerned. She was pretty much a lone wolf underneath the Exiler name, a dangerous thing. The creamy brown feline was padding through the territory, hazel eyes narrowed and cold when she heard a scream. It was usual for her so she didn't react in a big way but she saw a massive panther launch himself off the cliff. He's killing himself, she guessed. V padded forwards and glanced into the stormy grey seas where she saw another male being pulled deeper and deeper into the sea. A strange thought hit her. Was the panther saving him? Her eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled. No save. Must let weak fight for himself. "Let weak fight for himself." V said cruelly, her face cold the more she stared into the stormy grey sea. She really could care less if someone heard her or scolded her for it. This was her way of thinking and no one would try abolish it should they wish to find themselves skewered on her abnormally long claws.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]The shouts of Kevin Price were lost on her as she continued to coldly stare into Arnolds eyes, awaiting a response. She saw the tears and attempted to dig her claws deeper in his skin, disliking the crybaby attitude that he held but at the same time, not really caring. He wanted to join. Become one of them, not an outsider. V's claws retracted and she leaned back, tail tip twitching. "Attack outsiders. Not sorry. You were one." The feline adjusted her claws and then sheathed them, her face still cold as she surveyed the smaller male. He was weak, in her mind. He should've at least tried to fight her off. But he didn't. He just squirmed like a little rat. This in fact reminded V that she was hungry. So she gave him one last once over, hazel eyes narrowing, before she turned and walked off to get herself some food. V had no time for stupid, weak males.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]It seemed apparent to V that a majority of the Exiles was made up of male, which disgusted her. It was rare to see females and the only one she had seen was Akira. Akira hadn't put a big first impression for V and still, she didn't care. She wasn't here to becomes friends with anyone. Like she said before, she was here to live. Her sharp facial features seemed to pop out from the crowd of Exilers as her hazel eyes swept the place. She heard that Akira was holding a meet and greet. Meet and greet? V barely knew the word. She didn't want to because, again, she didn't care. The creamy brown feline pads forwards nonetheless and stares coldly at Akira. She seemed shy. That was stupid. What was the point of being shy in a place like this? Her abnormally long claws tightened against the dirt. "Stop being sorry, rat." V hisses, her long whip tail giving several flickers. "You give name easy." Now V wasn't a naturally curious person, she never followed her gut at least, but she did wonder why someone would be so stupid to just throw their name out in the open like the kitten had. V might pass it off as age but she truly wasn't that sure on the matter. Her hazel optics narrowed into slits.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]V was minding her own business as she padded around the territory. Crimson red splashed up her paws, an uncommon sight. Sure, she was a violent person and wasn't scared to fight but she wasn't on to be dirty all the time. It seemed the girl had done something beforehand. She inclined her head to the side and padded forwards, studying Dystopia as the female roared. So there was a Leader.. and it was a girl. That brought minor relief to V but still. This group was a group of unruly males, pathetic in every way. She wished to end them all and have it so there were only girls to take on the place. Or even better, only her. But V could only wish for so much. She listened to the words spoken, understanding mostly (however the clans that Dystopia listed made her cock her head to the side. There were targets). V heard her own name spoken out loud in front of the clan and her fur bristled, teeth bared slightly. What right did this overgrown lioness think she had to say her name in front of everyone? And how did she know her name? Her hazel eyes burned. "Name no." She hissed before turning and stalking away.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]With a huff and a puff... he BLEWWW THE HOUSE DOWN! With the little piggy still inside. And that little piggy died. The wolf crept forwards and ate pork chops, curly tail and all. But the house with the bricks, the strong foundation stayed standing and the wolf ran out of breath and then suddenly, the third pork chop walked out with a gun in his head and shot the wolf dead in the chest. The wolf died. The end!

Oddball blew a raspberry as he tripped up on a stray tree root. His daydreams became to vivid nowadays that sometimes he got lost in the world that was his mind. Sometimes he couldn't see anything but darkness as he thought. And then he snapped back to reality when things like THIS happened. He was a clumsy one. Hence the scars the made up his shoulder and flank. Hence the bruise that made his left eye swollen and purple. It looked like a crime scene. He looked like a crime scene. One would think he'd been through it all. The African wild dog hit the ground with a smack and lay there for a while, contemplating life until a butterfly flew forwards and landed on the edge of his nose. His golden eyes widened and he opened his mouth and screamed. The butterfly flew away startled as the African wild dog yipped up a storm, standing up as if no trip had occurred. "BUTTER FLIES! BUTTER FLIES!" He yelled, silencing the birds that once sang. He ended up muttering these words over and over again until those he passed thought him crazy and avoided him like the plague. No. He wasn't crazy! He wasn't! Oddball had never hurt anyone. Was too scared too. He just got loud sometimes. And liked to say what was on his mind. And tripped up all the time. And couldn't walk in a straight line. Oh hell. Maybe he WAS crazy.

"Oddball." He announced absentmindedly, rounded ears pricked, looking around with a normal look on his face. "Go bananas. Go, go bananas. Eat bananas. Eat, eat bananas." Bananas is a strange word. He thought, paw tapping against the soil. "Bananas are yummy yogurts. Like yummy yogurts." He nodded his head side to side and watched, suddenly silenced, as that butterfly flew past. His tail wagging came to a stop and he just stared at it, captivated in it's beauty. "So.. buh-utiful!"

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]As Barbara didn't accept the red ball, he nosed it closer to her paws, clearly not receiving the message. To get a message through his mind, you'd have to shout. Shouting scared Oddball and more often then not, set him off but it at least made him pay attention. That or having something really colorful by your side. As he was chasing the butterfly, he managed to hear Barbara giggle but didn't understand it as anything cruel. Just a sound some person made! No biggie! "I'd be more careful if I were you, sweetheart," The word 'sweetheart' made him turn back to Barbara and attempt to shove his head into her chest as a sign of affection. It wasn't that he understood the name but Oddball had been called it before by his caregiver. The appearance of a great big creature made Oddball turn and gape, attention away from Barbara and the butterfly.. Who was this? What were they? They were so big. He blinked, the memory of the butterfly fading very quickly as he now turned his full attention to instead this massive striped creature, trying to decipher what he was as he bounded towards him, dorkily sticking out his nose and trying to catch a scent. "Lion? NO! ZEBRA, ZEBRA!" He had it in the bag. Zebras were stripy and this one was too. The fact that the 'zebra' decided to say his name made the painted dog yip wildly. "YES, YES! ME, ODDBALL!" The name of the male went in one ear and out the other, focusing intently on the male. The words Bloodclan and stay also flew over his head and he just watched, tail wagging, tongue lolling as the 'zebra' continued to speak. Most people would put Oddball in the insane category and yes, he very much looked insane. But it was more to do with something else that made him the way he was. Something that not even he understood. Hearing Jackdaw say his name in a funny way made him woof in a questioning way and tilt his head at the new stranger. "ODDBALL!"

// y'all can just assume he's staying if yee want or someone can 'take him in'

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]In a sense, Barbara and Oddball have mentally switched ages. Oddball being an adult was to be viewed as serious and responsible as Barbara was. And people like Barbara, a kid, were seen as smiley, happy go lucky, hyper little things. Bundles of energy. They had almost completely switched. Oddball was the big kid here but there was a reason for it. It wasn't him acting. It wasn't him looking for attention. It was just.. him. The African wild dog was jumping through the territory, lunging at random flowers that caught his eye and pretending to bite them. He accidentally broke the stem of a small daisy and once he realized what he did, Oddball whimpered and flopped onto his belly, staring with weepy and shocked eyes at the broken flower. He whined and lowered his snout into his paws nervously. "Stay aliivvee," he whispered, trying to grab the flower and put it back up but of course, it flopped back to the side. Oddball got to his feet and decided he would give the flower a funeral. It deserved it. He had killed it. The African wild dog sniffled and howled mournfully, running forwards as he searched for new flowers (he already forgot about the dead flower as soon as he caught sight of the group interrogating a stranger on the border). Well, to Oddball, everyone was a stranger as he had terrible memory and was quite new. The voices were quite hostile and despite being oblivious to most things, he sensed the tension and his fur stiffened and he stopped running. The lion winged creature looked amazing and he quite wanted to take those wings for himself! But.. they looked angry. "Don't BE MAD!" Oddball yipped, stalking forwards and attempting to thrust his wet nose onto Mercy Breaks cheek, hoping and believing that this would calm down the lion and end the tense situation. "Happy! HAPPY, HAPPY! SMILES!" The wild canine would back off and grin, tongue lolling from his mouth, slobber swinging onto the ground.

He turned around on the spot, as if chasing his tail, and stopped once he was facing Barbara (however he was off balance and fell to the side, staggering a little). It only goes to show just how clumsy he was, tripping in almost every thing he did. It explained the amount of cuts and bruises on his body at least. "ODDBALL! HAPPPYYY!" He just knew this would solve the situation. It was kind of what his caregiver used to do with him when he got upset. He used to pin Oddball down so that he stopped wriggling and smacking things and then whistle a tune and tell Oddball to smile. It had worked and after a few minutes of labored breathing, the African wild dog would be back on his feet and bouncing around cheerily. It was one of the only memories that really worked inside his labyrinthine head.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Oddball liked this place. He truly didn't know why there were more people here then the other places but he didn't much care either. People were good. Asides from the mean ones but no one here was mean. Humming happily to himself, the African wild dog continued to scour the outer territory of Bloodclan, nose in the ground as he ploughed through wet leaves and the like. It was cold. He shivered, snapping his head up and then lay on the floor, rubbing his back and sides into the cold ground. It soothed his bruises a little. He liked the feeling too despite it being chilly. But the male then picked up talking and with a yelp of excitement, he staggered to his paws and raced forwards, tongue hanging from his mouth as if he were a dog with his head out the window, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. People, people, people. "PEOPLE! PEOPLE! PEOPLE!" Oddball barged into the scene and it seemed he had been going too fast as he skidded to a stop, falling onto his side with a heavy thud. He was always falling so he wasn't startled by this trip. The African wild dog leapt back to his paws and panted heavily, golden eyes flickering wildly from Luna to Jace to Jackdaw. "FUN? Fun, fun! Oddball, fun!"

if anyone wants to plot with oddy, just ask me :))

[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Testing + possibly using <3[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ — YOU BROUGHT A STAR IN THE SKY TONIGHT /[color=black] TAGS

[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]// ignore accounts name! will change it to lana when i can lmao

The maine coon calico hadn't had the nicest of starts. If it was to even be considered a 'start', that was. She had just been birthed by her mother. Her mum proceeded to lick her clean alongside her siblings. The mum was worried, the licks were rough and because of this, the unnamed kitten had began to squeal. But the mum was not listening. She picked the kitten up by her scruff and began to run, eyes wide, movements frantic. Her pile of siblings were left squirming under some clumsily thrown ferns. The mother came up to the border of some clan. The kitten was still crying and the mum began to lick her, humming a song. "I'll be back for you, suga'." Of course, she hadn't understood a word but the sound of her mum made her needy. The calico wriggled and cried as her mum etched something into the dirt. And the mum gave her one final look, one final lick and one final comment before she turned and went back to the rest of the kittens. For what she would never know. And as to why the mother had left her here in the first place, she'd never know that either. All she knew in this world was sounds and feelings. And right now, she was feeling hungry. Unknowingly did the tiny bundle of fur wriggle by her new name etched in the dirt. LANA. A pretty, simple name. Perfect for this pretty, simple kitten. But right now, it was ugly. She was rolling around in the dirt, her lungs aching due to how long she'd been wailing, hoping her mother would come back. She was far too young to begin speaking. Hell, the girl had just been birthed. She wasn't even opening her eyes and her body was still wet with birthing fluids and her mothers spit.[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ — YOU BROUGHT A STAR IN THE SKY TONIGHT /[color=black] TAGS

[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]late response, pardon me!

She was partially deaf to sounds around her but she could hear the humming sound of someone speaking. She didn't know what it was but it reminded her of her mother and so she started giving little whimpers of want, extending her tiny wet paws towards the sound. More sounds joined the next and her wail rose to a high pitched scream that was all scratchy due to how long she'd been crying. It wasn't until Spanishlullaby picked her up that she finally slowed it down and lowered her voice to little sobs, tiny body trembling from the cold she was beginning to feel. This persons arms were warmer and she gave a little tired yawn, stretching out her front limbs and rolling over in the females arms.

Also this is a short post bcs there's not much ya can say with a baby[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ — YOU BROUGHT A STAR IN THE SKY TONIGHT /[color=black] TAGS

[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]// She's a bit more grown up now but still a baby!

The tiny maine coon calico had grown fast since the group of Sanctum members had found her lying alone alongside the border with nothing to her but a scent of birth and a messily etched name in the dirt. That was all her mother had cared to give her. Of course, she couldn't properly recall the events of that day. She was, after all, just a baby. These things didn't matter as much to her as they would in the future. All she was 'focusing' on right now was how to walk properly without falling over. All her nursery friends had managed it easily and yet she couldn't seem to get the hang of it. Lana continuously fell over, her paws clumsy and her gait uneven. She gave a little squeak of fright as she fell to the side and hit her flank on a bigger Sanctum member. She looked up, bright green eyes wide and saw a huge lion staring back down at her with a soft smile. Lana recoiled and felt the tense stares of her friends behind her. Despite feeling frightened, she also felt an element of curiosity. I mean, what was that thing that went around the lions face? It was so giant and puffy and she wanted one! The kitten put her paws on his huge leg and reached out her paw, meowing quietly. "Rawr!" She tried to be like those warriors people always talked about, ferocious and strong. "RAWWRR!" The lion grinned and said something she didn't catch onto. He gently picked her up by the scruff and placed her on his back. She squealed and dug her paws into his mane, holding on tight. Giggles escaped her as the lion trotted about, she atop. She felt like a queen! Lana puffed out her furry little chest and meowed unintelligible words. [fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ — YOU BROUGHT A STAR IN THE SKY TONIGHT /[color=black] TAGS

Name:

Crow

Gender:

Male

Age:

He's warrior age.

Appearance:

Crow is a short haired oriental cat. His fur is creamy colored with some darker brown stripes doing down his back and chest and he has bright pumpkin colored eyes. Crow is always wearing a little black sweater around his body. He is a very tall cat with long legs and tail but is often crouching down with his legs all tucked underneath his belly. Crow, as all orientals do, has huge bat-like ears and odd eyes paired with a huge nose. He isn't very attractive but his voice is very attractive and has an irish lilt. This is his voice reference. Crow, overall, has a very soft look to him.

Personality:

The first and most apparent aspect of his personality is that he's very quite shy. He can still introduce himself and talk to other people but he always finds his heart beats erratically before talking to someone and he gets very sweaty and nervous before doing anything social. He is slow to catch onto things as he's not a very observant animal, but he is very kind and listens to all sides before forming an opinion of something. He doesn't like gossip and he doesn't like attention seekers either. What he lacks in observation skills and social skills, he makes up for in his very therapeutic manner. Often the voice of reason and when he speaks, people listen. Crow wears the little black sweater to calm his anxieties as it makes him feel a little better. He also crouches a lot due to the beating heart.

Sexuality:

Asexual

Clan:

Blizzardclan

Backstory: