Posts by BARBARA F.

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[fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Finally, some freedom. Barbara and Jamison had fled from their home with their "parents". Barbara wasn't even sure if that's what you could call them. They were cruel and unforgiving; not the type of people to raise kids. One day, the siblings had had enough of it, so they packed up and left in the middle of the night.

The two kittens had left the city days ago, thinking they'd find someone to help them, but no signs of civilization were showing. How hard could it be for two kids to find a place to stay? They were small, so they didn't take up much space or eat very much, and they were quiet- well, that part wasn't exactly true. Barbara snorted at her thoughts, glancing back at her brother. That was one thing that people might dislike about the twins; they never seemed to stop talking. Barbara didn't see what the big deal was, but she didn't care too much anyway. So what if some people didn't like her? She had Jamison, and that was all that mattered. They continued on until a strange scent stung the girl's nose. It smelled like other animals! What animals, she wasn't sure, but it was people. Her face lit up and she bounded forward, grinning. "Come on, Jamie!" she called over her shoulder, unknowingly stepping across the border. There were bones and corpses nearby, littered across the ground. "Cool," Barbara murmured to herself, looking around with her pink nose flaring. Would someone find them? She frowned at the idea of wandering around there by themselves, but shook her head. Maybe if she yelled, someone would hear. "Hellooo?" the tabby sang out, ears perked forward. If there were people around, they'd definitely know the two were there now.

//please wait for jamison to post!

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[fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][font=trebuchet ms][align=justify]Ooh, people! She had been lurking off to the side lazily; things were boring without Jamie, and Barbara honestly had no idea where he was, so it was nice to see some action. Bounding over, the child grinned, waving a paw. This person was cool looking! Oh, and they were joining? She didn't know people joined so often. "Hiii, Plumeria! I'm Barbara. Mind if I call ya P?" She didn't really care if the feline declined, seeing as she'd call her that anyway.

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[fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=trebuchet ms][align=justify]Oh, this guy was big. The she-cat eyed him curiously, tail flicking as she thought. She, unlike her brother, was not so surprised by the owl's appearance. It was odd, seeing as she had never seen a creature quite like him, but she just... didn't feel anything about it. Nonetheless, she smiled. Finally, someone to help them! Taking another step forward, she watched as Jackdaw approached, listening quietly to Jamison's words. When he was finished, she restated his words in a more orderly fashion. "Nope, not lost, just taking a look around," she mewed, lowering her head to sniff at a fresh body. Huh. "Anyway, yes, I'm Barbara. Mind if we stay in this 'Bloodclan' for a bit?" she asked. Perhaps she and her brother would finally have a place to stay where they wouldn't be attacked and shouted at every few seconds. The thought made her shake out her coat in excitement. Maybe this wasn't the most flattering place in the world, but it would do.

//mobile

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[fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=trebuchet ms][align=justify]Who was this? Barbara didn't know either of these people, but one of them didn't smell like Bloodclan. She approached with narrow eyes, fur ruffled defensively, until she noticed Quill being friendly. Allowing he bristled fur to flatten, the girl instead grinned. Now that she knew this foreign stranger was no threat, her hostility was replaced with curiosity and excitement. She admired the canine as she wached her - nice catch. "Hey, gorgeous. What's your name? I'm Barbara, but you can call me Barbie," she purred, tone friendly - perhaps a bit too friendly. The small tabby observed Marsella quietly, a smile still adorning her maw.

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[fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=trebuchet ms][align=justify]This one was fiesty. The cream feline faked a sad frown at Marsella's words before bursting into tearful laughter. "Whatever you say, hon," she said with a roll of her shoulders. So she didn't like her compliment? Too bad. "Just tryin' to be nice." Was that all she was doing? Basically. All Barbara wanted was some fun, and she wasn't really granted that when no one would play along with her antics. She blew a tuft of fur from her eyes boredly, tail giving a quick lash. She would milk these two for all the entertainment they were worth, which didn't seem like much, and then leave them to talk about... whatever they were talking about. She could understand the whole sibling thing, but come on. Can't a girl have some fun?

//mobile

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[fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]There certainly were a lot of people showing up at the border. Barbara hadn't thought there'd be so many of them. Eh, not like it mattered. Striding over, the cream tabby arched a brow quizzically. "What kind of name is Urbandictionary?" she asked bluntly, nose wrinkled. "Anyway, I'm Barbara. You should totally stay with us!" A small gasp escaped her jaws before she said, "Ooh, maybe we can be friends!" Being completely honest, she didn't really know if she wanted to be friends with this "Urbandictionary" girl, but maybe she could find some form of entertainment in her.

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[fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Perhaps in the middle of a possible battle was a bad place for a kid, but Barbara didn't care. Fun was fun - so what if it was kind of dangerous? Approaching cautiously, the small she-cat drew to a halt beside Ashbringer, taking comfort in her size. Who were these people? They didn't seem particularly friendly. By the looks and actions of the other two Bloodclanners, these two weren't supposed to be here. Deciding to play along since, hey, maybe something exciting might happen, Barbara wrinkled her nose before snorting, "Scary? I've seen rats more intimidating than them." "Rat" was her nickname for her brother when he was being bothersome. She glanced to her left with a smirk, expecting to see him, and was somewhat surprised to find that there was no one beside her. She had to get used to that! The twins had always been inseparable, but in this new clan things were different; they weren't together all the time. Turning her blue gaze back to the Exilers, she eyed them, looking slightly curious but mostly exhilarated.

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[fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Did the dragon, whoever she was, just crush a child? A child around Barbara's size, at that. Her eyes widened, though all she uttered was a simple, "Oh," of partial surprise. She supposed Roxanne could do the same to her, yet she didn't move. It wasn't that she could fight, but she wasn't about to run away either. Glancing around at her fighting clanmates, the kitten fluffed up her coat and let out, what she hoped to be, a dangerous snarl, though it came out as more of a squeak. There were two likely possibilities; the gathered Exilers would ignore her, since she was no threat, or they would all go for her, since she was easy game. She didn't like the idea of either.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Fireballs, lightning? What was with these people? She watched, now looking slightly frightened, and backed up multiple steps. Well, she was dead. Too bad Jamison wasn't there - then at least she'd have time to say goodbye. Oh well, it was over now anyway. She'd try to fight back, but what could she, a kitten barely the size of a shoe box, do? She watched anxiously as the dragon lumbered over to her, eyes wide when the reptile lifted her foot to step on her. Darting to the left, she got out of the way just as Roxanne's foot hit the ground, watching as Temuljin intercepted the Exiler's attack and Tyto jumped in front of her. At first she was relieved, but then anger began bubbling inside of her. She didn't need help, she had been doing just fine! Shooting the owl a dirty look, she ignored his words and, deciding to go a bit on the offense (although it was unlikely she'd be able to do anything), the feline leaped toward Roxanne. Claws unsheathed, she aimed a slash at a chink in the dragon's scales, hoping to get at least a small injury in.

//ahhh omg so many people posted

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]It was one thing to call, say, one of the other Bloodclanners a savage, but to call the entirety of the clan savages? That wasn't about to fly with Barbara. See, the thing was, she was a Bloodclanner, and one thing she knew for sure was she was not a savage.

Ducking away from her attack on Roxanne, the femme stalked up to Jammal. One might call her foolish for doing so, seeing as she was in plain view of the attackers and could easily be killed, but she didn't think so. What was there to be afraid of, death? She nearly snorted at the thought. Instead, she smiled and gazed calmly up at the wildcat. "Who're you calling a savage?" she mewed, head tilted to the side. "Why, I hope you're not talking about the whole clan, mister, because, y'see, I'm a Bloodclanner." The girl gestured down at herself pointedly, you know, just in case Jammal was a bit... slow. Smiling sweetly at the panther, she suppressed a slight chuckle. What she was laughing at, she wasn't sure, but something was definitely amusing her.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]The laughter she had been concealing suddenly burst from the child, tears beading at her eyes. God, did he really just say that? Straightening up, she wiped her eyes and said, "Listen, baby - you might think you know me, but you don't. Now, I suggest you don't go any further, 'kay?" Oh, yeah, smart move - threaten an adult from another clan who's ten times your size. Barbara didn't think twice, though, still smiling pleasantly with a mischievous glint in her eye. What did he think he was going to do, tow her away, kill her? Not with all the other Bloodclanners surrounding her.

//why not? she just joined so it wouldn't be a huge deal in the clan. she probably wouldn't really be phased though hehe

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Barbara was about to start going off on the panther, telling him to leave her alone (although she had been the one to approach him in the first place), when her brother's voice reached her ears. She swiveled on her heel, bright blue optics resting on the identical kitten. "Jamie, c'mere! He called me a sava-" She was cut off when she felt sharp fangs snatching at her scruff, digging into her skin. "Hey, you sick freak, put me down!" she shouted, wriggling in Jammal's grip. She turned and aimed an angry slash of her claws at the big-cat's face. That was a quick mood change; from playful to furious. "Let me go!" the girl snarled with a rough twist, feeling his teeth dig deeper into her skin.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]It was kind of hard to process. One minute the girl had been explaining to this idiot that she was not a "savage", as he had indirectly called her, the next she was flying away. Huh, funny how things worked like that. She wasn't scared, though; fear was difficult for her to process. She was more pissed than anything. How could he have the audacity to take her? She never did anything! So much for her "clanmates'" protection. The only person she was concerned about was Jamison - how would he fare until she got back? Barbara was shocked out of her thoughts when she was plopped to the ground. Immediately, though disoriented she was, she jumped to her paws and hissed, reaching out to scratch at him, this blow aimed at his chest, before shouting, "I'm not the one that needs a lesson in manners, you bastard! You can't just take someone and expect not to be punished! Who do you think you are? And look-" she looked down at her dirt-matted coat and glared up at him. "You got my fur dirty!"

//i don't think so, just nothing too serious and it'd be great if we could make this kinda quick (not super quick, but just not the length as most tortures) since i didn't really plan this ^^

ooo i like! tracking~

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]The girl turned her steely glare to Roxanne. Did she just make fun of her? Her furry coat was nothing to mess around with; if it got messy, someone was going to pay. "Excuse me?" she snarled, hackles raised, "I'll show you dirty!" Great, now she was attacking another one of her captors. She was going to get herself killed. Lunging forward, she aimed her claws at the feline, hoping to sink them into her shoulders. If successful, she'd drag them downward to leave long scratches. It wasn't that she thought she could defeat Roxanne, but she knew her claws hurt, and that's what she was fixed on - inflicting pain. Once she was done, Barbara registered the other part of the Exiler's words."Wait, 'take a crack at me'?" She leaped backward, fur on end. It wasn't the thought of being harmed she was against - she was used to that - but rather the fact that it was for their enjoyment. "No one's touching me." If only that were true. Unfortunately for her, she was barely four pounds, so it wasn't like she could stop them.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]They were so going to regret this. It seemed they weren't at all phased by her tough persona, though. That was odd - most of the time people were at least put off by a tiny kitten screaming at them. Oh well, plan B; she'd be herself. She was still a bit angry about the dirt on her fur, but it would wash out. Switching tactics, Barbara smiled at Roxanne. Just as she was about to speak, however, she was pinned to the ground. "Someone's impatient," she grinned, blue eyes sparkling. "But I would suggest going a little easier - you don't want to bleed out, now do ya?" She eyed the scratch Jammal had given himself. Psycho. The girl didn't want to die, but it wasn't a huge deal if she got hurt - she was sure she would get away somehow, and then they would pay. That was the thing; Barbara didn't forget easily, far less forgive.

//track !!

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]The tang of blood was what attracted Barbara. She had never been specifically interested in anatomy, but sometimes it could be interesting. drawn by the scent, she padded over soon after Jackdaw, watching almost mesmerized as the skin was carved away from the muscle. Was the strange female going to use it? If not, maybe Barbara could find a way to make something out of it - a scarf, perhaps? That might be nice. Practically interrupting the maned wolf, she asked, "Are you going to use that?" and pointed at the fur as it was sliced away from the meat of the deer.\

//retro to capture

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]The cream tabby had seen Plumeria when she joined. She wasn't sure how the older feline felt about her, but who cared? Trotting over after Jackdaw, she eyed Plumeria up and down. "Hey, P," she said, settling on the nickname she had given the puma, "I'll join in. Why not?" She and Jamison hadn't had a meet and greet yet, though they were planning on it; people were great. Or, that wasn't true - they were great to talk to, more like.

//retro to capture

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Barbara trotted over soon after Roscoe, beaming. Drawing to a halt beside the fossa, she purred, "I'll join! How do you play?" She would probably fail at this, seeing as she had just joined barely knew any of the other Bloodclanners. Oh well, a game was a game! At least it was something to do. A small pout momentarily appeared on her maw, however, when she realized no one her age was around. There weren't very many children in Bloodclan, was there? That was odd. Hopefully that would change - the tabby would hate for Jamison to be her only playmate.