Posts by Marigoldpaw

[font=timesnewroman]Alright...two things! First off, an activity notice. Due to a school trip, I will not be on at all from the beginning of Wednesday to the evening of Saturday. Second, a quick account update. Because I dropped all my accounts except for this one due to hassle / glitchy devices / other problems, I will be making this account into a main style account, although I will play Marigold {and some other characters} on it. However, I may not be able to do this until I get back on Saturday. ^^

And that's all, folks! Thank for reading! <3

Marigold had never, in truth, seen a movie. She had heard about the strange pictures that played, one after another, for hours on end, yet she had never seen one. It was not that she had wished to do so; she had learned that screens were often addictive and could do bad things to your health.

However, she was a spirit. Spirits, as she had, to her dismay, quickly discovered, had no health conditions. She could not bleed, could not truly breathe the same air as those around her. Her brain would still function, no matter how rotten it became, and her lungs would still take in air, despite being clogged with the water she drowned on. She believed herself to be broken...could it hurt to break herself a little more?

After a while, she had decided this was the case and began to think about what movies would be like. However, she had not had the opportunity to sit in front of a television until Gabriel returned. It had been perfect timing: the spirit had not been doing much of anything when the other turned up with snacks and discs, lounging around in camp, watching the new, unfamiliar clanmate as she thought about her approach. Eventually she got to her paws and began to pad over, seeking answers to her curious thoughts.

"Hey there!" A cheery voice rung from the direction of the apprentice den, followed by Marigold's trot towards her clanmates. Her fur was sloppy but groomed, and her eyes did not glisten but shone dully with excitement: signs that she had tried to appear presentable without much luck. Yet a smile was plastered on her maw, showing off her mood. "Um...I'm not sure we've met. I'm Marigold."

Marigold {and myself} would love that, if Kendall agrees!

Marigold felt her fluttering heart slowly stop, the quick, throbbing beats becoming dull and rhythmic. From what she had seen of their leader, it seemed that Blazestar always knew exactly what to say, how to handle every situation properly. Although her mother had been the same, Marigold herself possessed none of the skill, and she often worried and panicked when unnecessary.

The pounding in her body settled, the spirit angled her gaze towards the snowferra once more. She dipped her head quickly in a friendly manner before letting her maw form a smile. "We'd be happy to have you, Tidalcub," she meowed.

A smile formed on Marigold's maw as many of her clanmates moved to listen. She had never been the center of attention before and was used to being alone, so this was an interesting, new experience for her - one that she was ready to tackle, conquer, enjoy...whatever happened. Although the spirit expected herself to be nervous with such a crowd, she found her heart calm, her nerves and pelt relaxed. Confidence pounded through her, and she adjusted her paws to stand taller.

"Alright, thank you for coming," she meowed, testing out her voice. It came out clear and loud, just the way she had wanted it. Her gaze found the younger members of StormClan, resting in kits and calves with a gentle glow. "Does anyone know the story the Tortise and the Hare? It originated as a twoleg story." She then paused to see if there was any response before continuing or if anyone had heard the story before.

The day has been too subtle for Marigold, an eerie chill revolving around the cold, odd-placed peace. She had not accomplished anything productive, and rather decided to take a long stroll through the territory. She had been doing so when Fawnpelt had taken her last breath; she had been trotting near the border when the crystal around her neck began to glow.

Although it had only done so once before, she understood it's meaning: someone was hurt, injured, or dying. The spirit turned and began to run back into the territory, her starry fur on end as she dashed. Dean's yell found her ears as arrived at the camp entrance, and she gazed in with worry. Seeing Fawnpelt, a strange relation clutched at her. A spirit...a lost spirit...a dead spirit...

"Moonbeam?" she called out, joining in Dean's calls. However, she began to think: if she could view her mother's memories, could she find her healing knowledge?

Thanksies! ^^

In that case, could I please reserve one of them (Blackweed X Project)? I might move them away from StormClan after a little bit, though, since I already have Marigold.

I like the idea of profile backgrounds! I don't know if this would be possible...but maybe post backgrounds? Quests could also be brought back as a way to earn credits.

oo excited lol how do you apply it

Love the colors, but the circle profile pics get me. XD

PERSON WHO NEVER UNDERSTANDS ANYTHING IN THE HOUSEEE

Marigold followed after Cyclonekit, her ears perked and angled toward the Chateau member. Despite being somewhat new, she understood that other clans often came to deliver baskets of goods and plan / invite StormClan to events. Even though she was not the kitten's mother, she stated this aloud to them. "The visiting Kitsune, they're from a different group," she meowed gently, "they're visiting. Our clan and their clan are allies, I believe." After doing her best to explain this, she turned to Lovelypaw, awaiting her response.

Not only would Marigold, it seemed, be the one to pull Adalwolf from his lonesome path, but they would also be responsible for quenching her own. The spirit had been trotting along quietly, humming a cheerful melody to herself as she followed the border. She did this often; it seemed newcomers always crossed her path as she did so, and she enjoyed being the first to greet them. However, her silent exploring was a lonely pleasure, as others rarely tagging along due to the activity not being very productive.

She had been on the third verse of her improvisational tune when the serval's scent drifted to her nose. Twitching it slightly, she changed her path and began to pad towards Adalwolf's location. He had not been far; she had only needed to walk for a short distance before arriving near him. The feline appeared to be harmless, and she felt that there was a soft, radiating glow of friendliness wafting from his pelt. Her dust-colored eyes twinkling softly, the stars in her groomed fur tinkling quietly, the StormClanner stepped out from the plant's cover and began to, slowly, approach the serval. She had pulled a soft smile onto her maw, which expanded as she meowed. "Hey there, may I help you?"

//-lays on the floor of a crazy-hot room and produces text- what am i doing? 0-0

The sun shone bright in the azure sky, casting brilliant, warm rays down to the Earth. They fell towards the soil, yet found water instead, glistening in the surface of a crystal-clear lake. Frogs and fish basked in the new heat, swimming through the liquid area with quiet pleasure.

Being not a frog nor a fish, Marigold rested on the banks of the water, laying in a field of grass. Cattails brushed her back and small, crimson and cream-colored flowers rested around her paws. A serene feeling settled in the air, enveloping the spirit as she relaxed. It felt has if nothing could ever go wrong, as if war would never seize StormClan...like she could snooze gently forever.

For Marigold, it was a peaceful day, laying on the lake's beach. However, a feeling began to creep through her veins, her nerves, her tendons. Lonliness. Though she enjoyed solitude, she wished for an alternative at that particular moment. She wished for someone to come and join her, lay in the sun beside her, and speak of casual, calming topics. Even if temporary, she wanted a friend.

Marigold had been basking in the sun's rays, lounging in the corner of camp. Daydreams flooded her mind, pictures of StarClan, flowers, and herbs floating across her vision. The purple shard of crystal she wore around her neck was thrown to one side, where it was glowing softly; she was accessing her mother's knowledge.

She lifted her head as Dean exited the nursery, the quiet sound drawing her attention. Fawnpelt's child. At this thought, the spirit smiled gently, softly, before riding onto starry paws. "Hey there," she meowed as she made her way over, not approaching too quickly and keeping a distance just in case Dean wished to be alone. "Are you alright?"

Although she had heard about them many a time, Marigold had never tasted a cupcake. However, it was not so much the prospect of sugar that brought her over rather than the idea that she could get to know her clanmates better through a fun activity. Gabriel had not been around for long...as far as she knew, anyways, and she was not too familiar with Benedict either. A smile on her maw, she approached the two, intent on learning more about them.

"Hey Gabriel, Benedict," she meowed, dipping her head politely. As she lifted it, her dust-hued eyes wandered to the tray of cupcakes the archangel was holding. "Did you make those? They look amazing," she complimented, smiling softly.

Ah - sadness.

I have to leave Feralfront.

Not 16 yet...not even close. XP

I'd rather waltz on out on my own than end up getting banned because I'm refusing. XD

But still, I'll miss Maple and Marigold.

Ah, you'll have to wait 5+ years.

This is so sad.. 0-0

Are there any other RP places you guys are on? I want to stay in-touch. :)

Aye thanks :3

Um...I don't exactly have a Skype. My parents are fine with me joining a 16+ website, but apparently I'm not allowed a private Skype account. XD

The only other sites I'm a member of are Xanje and Critter Cosmos - I'll probably start RPing on Critter Cosmos since I cannot do it here. I think my user is Zodiac there.