Posts by Marigoldpaw

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  • Fly High, Little Bird - Return

    TURN AROUND, THERE'S NOTHING THERE


    A small feline was waiting on StormClan's border.


    A breeze ruffled her fur, the dusty-ginger and white strands waving softly. Occasionally the breeze would settle, and for just a moment, her pelt would glitter softly, translucent stars forming and twinkling. Yet the wind would soon fly again, and the celestial illusions would vanish. Her sand-colored hues were trained on the territory, her ebony pupils large.


    Call out to them. Tell them you're here. Tell them about me. She pushed her ears back, angling them so that they parallel to her whiskers. "Maple, I can't!" she meowed suddenly, her heart leaping into a quick sequence of beats. "I'm not ready for this."


    Trust yourself, I believe in you. The feline swallowed, nodding to the voice within her mind. Raising her head, she hesitatingly rose a paw and stepped over the border. Fear engulfed her body, waves of hard worry washing over her mind. And then she ran.


    Trees and shrubs filled her vision, passing by in a blur as she stampeded through the forest. Her dust-colored paws thundered upon the soil as she whisked through StormClan territory. Fear drove her forward...yet after a while, she no longer felt the need to run. Panting quietly, the slowed to a walk, to a pad, to a stop. The stars on her pelt flickered, drained from her run.


    Fog cleared from her vision. A tree stood before her, on the side of a lake. The azure above was bright and cheery, ivory clouds hovering above the forest. Below her paws, the soil was moist, and she dug her claws into it, sighing blissfully. Here...it felt just like home, like she had been here for centuries, basking in the territory's paradise.


    "I...I know this place..."


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  • Fly High, Little Bird - Return

    TURN AROUND, THERE'S NOTHING THERE


    So focused was she on the landscape, the feline was unaware of the approaching leader. Her vision was foggy as she dug through memories, desperately trying to make sense of her situation. She did not believe she'd been there before, yet the area was strangely familiar.


    [align=justify]The spirit's heart jumped as Blazestar entered behind her, the stars in her pelt tinkling quietly as she leapt in surprise. After her mind had settled, she turned to face StormClan's leader. As she did so, a strange feeling washed over her, and she titled her head slowly, as if it would aid her attempt at understanding.


    That's Blazeheart- she was one of my best friends, and my mentor, too. The medicine cat when you were born, the voice in her mind whispered. With this knowledge, the small feline smiled, relieved that she had found who she was looking for. She opened her mouth to speak, yet a formal response seemed to be the wrong response. Instead, she clamped her maw closed and grinned. "Blazeheart! It's me!" In truth, she could not recall any memories of this feline, but according to her family, they had been in the clan together. Perhaps they remembered her.


    // sorry, I can't seem to get the fancy right. xD

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  • a thousand miles [♡] o; riverclan invite

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    An ivory-furred muzzle poked out from behind a thick oak tree, followed by a female feline frame. Sand-colored hues peered over a starry pelt as the spirit gazed at Ivylee. After a moment, she shifted her gaze to Blazestar and studied the leader. If StormClan's leader was there, Marigold figured, as well as Benedict, then it must be alright to enter. Thus the spirit padded forwards, coming to a pause a few tail-lengths behind Blazestar.


    She thought it interesting that another clan had come to deliver an invitation. During her time as a kit, many moons prior to the present, StormClan had been at war with the Blackheart Rogues. Her mother talked about this quite often, and Marigold had been led to believe that all interactions with other groups were bad. However, to see this: her leader meeting with another clan's member, in peace, to discuss an event...she felt differently, as though she had been told wrong.


    The spirit opened her mouth to speak, to greet or thank the RiverClanner, but then closed it in doubt. Would it be formal to speak? Had Blazestar already said all that was necessary to be said? Shifting her paws on the surface of the forest floor, the feline remained silent, curious to what would happen next but not wanting to disturb the leaders.


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  • Sweetie sweetie (O, intro) girl's love.

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    Unlike the two cubs, Marigold was not playing. Instead, she was seated in front of the medicine den, purring softly. She smiled as the sun beat against her fur, causing the normally-visible stars to disappear. She didn't look like a spirit then, nor did she feel like one. Happiness and relaxation swept through her veins as she blissfully warmed her fur.


    Her sand-colored orbs grew bright as Endlesscub ran to play with Bubblegumcub. She had been watching the leopard play alone for quite some time, and it was quite entertaining. With sadness, the spirit could recall no memories of playing games in her kithood. Disappointment at her loss whisked through her body as Endlesscub joined his littermate. However, even if her kithood had passed without fun and games, she did not feel that others could not enjoy theirs. Thus she smiled, amused as she watched the two cubs play.


    However, after a little while, she soon grew bored. Despite her age, the spirit hauled herself to her paws and began to trot towards the leopard hybrids. "May I join in, please?" she meowed in question. "I've never played mossball before," she added shyly.


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  • Free art!

    [color=white][font=timesnewroman]Your artwork is beautiful! If possible, could you please draw Marigold?


    Name: Marigold {later will become Marigoldpaw}


    Species: Domestic feline


    Appreance: Marigold is a small, long-haired female feline. Her fur is part white and part light ginger and is laden with small, white stars. {Avatar works as a reference.} Her eyes are an amberish tan.


    Scars: Nope ~


    Special items: She wears a chain necklace with a sharp slab of purple crystal.


    Other: Thank you so much!

  • TAKE MY BREATH AWAY | OPEN, JOINING

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    When Marigold had joined, she had made quite a show: sprinting, falling, sweating, screaming, hugging. Fear and determination had driven her somewhat crazy, her need to find someone she had previously known so strong and abundant that she had given up her usual mature calmness.


    She instantly noticed the difference between her appearance and this newcomer's, which caused a wave of embarrassment to wash over her, bringing a light flush to her cheeks. Yet the feeling soon dispersed as she entered, padding slowly over the soil, the stars in her white-and-ginger fur twinkling softly. They tinkled a short melody as she came to a halt, resting her tan-hued eyes on Maverick.


    Much like Spellpaw, the first of the newcomer's features to catch Marigold's eye was his wings. Images of Maple's wings floated through the feline's mind; the way they folded so beautifully, their vivid vermillion color, how they glistened when the sun shone upon them. Her mother had kept her warm on cold winter nights with her wings, and once, she had been rescued from a fall off a high branch by her mother's flight. However, both she and Spellpaw were unaware that they shared a mother, and a father, too, so the spirit kept the memories to herself.


    Blazestar's words snapped her out of her daze, and she refocused her eyes on Maverick. Both Spellpaw and Blazestar had spoken, which led her to believe she should do the same. "Hello, Maverick," she offered quietly, slowly swishing her feather-like tail. "Welcome to StormClan." She wasn't completely sure it was the correct thing to say, but it seemed friendly enough. "I'm Marigold."


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  • AND EVERYONE IS GONE || Open + announcement

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    Relaxing yet lonely, the spirit's day had been boring and dull, dreary while peaceful. It was as if a misty cloud had cast a spell on her, lingering and causing her to feel drowsy. However, it was not as if she would have been much use to the clan: she could not fight, as her ghostly paws floated into her opponent; she could not hunt, as prey always escaped her translucent claws. She felt unimportant, insignificant.


    Thus she had settled in front of the medicine den, resting in a patch of grass. She lay quietly, the sun glistening on her ginger and white pelt, the stars with was laden with twinkling. In this blissful state, she did what she did best: thinking.


    However, Marigold was not one to pass opportunities she could take, not take part in activities she could participate in. When Lunalight's voice found her ears, ringing through the camp, the feline lifted herself onto her paws. Settling her dusty-tan gaze on the ambassador, she began to make her way towards them, standing at the back of the group of gathering StormClanners in a museful and strangely long track post.


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  • let me be a part of the narrative | open, joining

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    The spirit had been exploring. Although this was a rather worthless cause, considering the clan was about to move, it was one of that best things she could be doing. Because of her inability to touch objects, hunting or battle training would be rather useless. In contrast, exploring helped her to exercise and discover new things.


    It also gave her an advantage on finding intruders. Hence, the spirit was the first StormClanner to come across Maria. After following the leopard's scent to her location, Marigold paused between two oaks, her dusty-hued gaze studying the newcomer. Maria's crimson cloak was the first thing to catch her eye; Marigold was incapable of wearing any accessories other than her necklace, and she considered the clouded leopard's to be very beautiful.


    However, she soon focused on her job: welcoming. Although it was not necessarily her job, she had seen all the ranks of StormClan perform a greeting ceremony of some sort, and she was determined to show that she was one of them. Padding away from the oaks, she moved to stand in front of the newcomer. "Maria," she meowed softly, rolling the name over her tongue. It felt nice to say: Maria. "Welcome to StormClan. My name's Marigold, let me know if you need anything. Fresh-kill, water, and the like."


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  • NOW IT SAYS IT IN THE BOOK; Private, Spell

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    Spell was the kind of prefix that meant magic.


    Marigold had come across this thought when she first met Spell. It had been a strange day; she'd seen Spellpaw, and a weird feeling overtook her. There had been something familiar about his eyes, the way he stood, the color of his pelt...although the spirit could not pinpoint what it was.


    She believed it was magic. Of course, it was not, as she was more magical than the apprentice, as far as she knew. But perhaps something else was there, beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.


    She had set up a meeting time, a time to talk and uncover mysteries. That time was only a few minutes away, and her heart was beating with excitement. The femme rested in front of the medicine den, her pelt well-groomed, her paws toying with the shard of crystal around her neck. Her sand-hued eyes were large and eager, staring into the camp, waiting for Spell to show.


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  • Fly High, Little Bird - Return

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    As Blazestar spoke her name, a memory flooded Marigold's mind. Fog filled her vision before clearing to the sides, revealing a scene from her own eyes. She was lying in a soft, mossy nest, her mother purring softly beside her, when a ginger muzzle poked into the nursery and the leader stepped in. She could not remember any more, besides one thing: after that one day, Maple had never slept with her again. She moved back to the medicine den and left Marigold alone with her littermates.


    The spirit refocused her gaze on the blind feline before softly meowing an answer. "Yes," she murmured, swishing her feather-like tail in a happy, friendly manner.


    //no
    im not zodiac
    im zodiac's 728th cousin 9x removed minus 45 plus 199210
    why would you think i was zodiac 0-0


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  • New territory discussion!

    [font=timesnewroman]I personally like the last idea most! It would open opportunities to form the territory based on the characters and would be fun to organize/play return trips and what not.

  • Event of the season : may ceremonies

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    //sorry for the double post!


    Seated a distance away from Blazestar, Marigold angled her ears towards the leader, her sandy-hued orbs sparkling with excitement. However, they dimmed slightly as she rested them on the leader, and her brow creased with worry. Was Blazestar feeling sad, perhaps, at the thought of losing her territory? Starting over? Change?


    Suddenly, her vision blurred, and a fuzzy memory painted itself in place of reality. A winged ginger feline was standing below the old camp's highrock. My mother. Next to her lay Blazeheart, a younger version of the current leader. Both wore the same expression as Blazestar did, gazing up at their leader as a meeting began.


    As reality replaced vision, Marigold opened her maw. Before she knew her actions, words spilled from her mouth, dissolving off her tongue without direction or instruction. "The move from the seaside was hard too; it didn't feel right either. But it got better, meetings got easier. Ceremonies make us stronger." She tried to look brave, yet even the encouraging message she had spoken did not help her feel so.


    Hope sparked in her chest as she spoke the word ceremony, flickering and thumping with her heart. Ever since she had returned to StormClan, the spirit had felt as if she were an outcast, a dead feline with no rank in her birthclan. Perhaps that would change today.


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  • YOU'LL BE HERE SOON (open, gift basket)

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    Two white ears poked out from behind a nearby tree, followed by two light-ginger paws. A female frame then emerged, two sand-colored eyes studying the SkyClanner over a white muzzle. The feline's white and ginger pelt was laden with stars, which tinkled as she moved, producing a quiet melody.


    Stepping lightly over the soil, her paws light as feathers, the spirit made her way to stand in front of the siberian tiger. She opened her maw to speak, gentle voice dissolving off her tongue in a similar fashion as the SkyClanner's had. "Hello, Royalguard. My name is Marigold. I don't have much of a rank here, but I speak for all of StormClan when I thank you for the gifts. So...um...thank you for the gifts." She concluded her speech with a soft smile, swishing her feather-like tail in a friendly manner.


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  • NOW IT SAYS IT IN THE BOOK; Private, Spell

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    Spellpaw's feeling rubbed off on Marigold. Her eager eyes clouded, and she directed them down to her paws, which she was shifting in the soil. However, she eventually remembered her purpose and looked up once more. "Yes," she melted softly, her feather-like tail swishing over the ground. "I was just wondering a few things. Like...um...well...something about you is so familiar. How old are you?" The spirit hoped she had not frightened the other, nor appeared creepy.


    //rushed whoops 0-0

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  • definition of AWKWARD {O; intro}

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    Marigold had never wished for a life other than her own. Although it might seem that her, a spirit, stuck forever at six moons, both parents dead, would have many wishes of the like. However, she had never wanted to be anyone else, never wished for a different ending. Not for herself, anyways; when wishing for others, her mind was capable of anything.


    However, she had experienced many sad vents in her life, and they often haunted the shadowy corners of her mind. One of these areas was found as she stepped into the clearing, the memories coming to life as the sun hit her fur. A serene, quiet feeling engulfed her, and she sealed her maw shut, a strange force keeping her from speaking. She gazed at Pipetpaw for a few moments before coming to her senses, meowing a quiet "hey there" to the feline.


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  • I won't break | O. Murder investgations | unless you do too.

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    "Hey there, Featherpaw. What are you doing?" The spirit's soft voice filled the atmosphere as she rested her sandy hues on the historian. A soft purr emitted from her threat as she approached her clanmate. However, her eyes lost their usual happy gleam as she followed the apprentice's gaze to another feline's dead body. A small scowl forming on her face, she turned to look at Featherpaw, surprised and curious.


    //rushed so sorry 0-0


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  • I won't break | O. Murder investgations | unless you do too.

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    Marigold allowed her eyes to cloud, foggy confusion spilling onto the surface. The spirit tilted her head slightly, resting her confused gaze on Featherpaw like she had done before. For a moment, her eyes floated down to the victim's dead body, then back to the living historian. Having just returned, she was largely unaware of the problems StormClan had faced envolving vampires and murders. "Doing what?" she questioned quietly, dragging a light ginger paw through the soil.


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