Posts by KODIAKMASK

"I'm surprised they haven't tried to get their leader back, yet" commented the heavily marred calico upon arriving to the gathered trio, a rough voice lacing honest words as scarred vocal chords quivered with each sound emitted from parted thin lips. It was true; it was surprising, for Breakdance at least, that so far there had been no rescue mission nor collaborative effort to save the leader of the Shadow Veil from her hell. Was it that her co-leader was enjoying sole leadership and wished to prolong it? Was it that they had forgotten? Or were they simply too afraid to retaliate after the Exiles raided their camp?

"So I can only assume we have crushed them, morally" Breakdance continued, perhaps her words a bit too taunting despite the respect she held for the Reaver, taking a seat with her serpentine tail coiled tightly around lithe paws, evidently clawed as the curvilinear weapons tapped silently against the stone of the prison floor. "Seems that we have come across one another once again, though in an entirely different circumstance. Unfortunate"

The evidently young Doberman, more petite than most of her kind, a runt-like size, was never one to socialise openly. Never. What was the point? She did not let someone earn her trust after they exchanged names, nor would she take a sudden liking to them. If anything, Russiansiege would prefer to avoid interacting with anyone until they proved to her that they were trustworthy. Her trust would be earned once they showed her they weren't backstabbing, scheming, lying burdens that would cosy up to her only to take advantage of the youth soon after. She was bitter, it seemed, and rightly so. There were once too many traitors in her midst; since then, she preferred to keep the doors closed to her private sphere.

Nevertheless, she knew she had to change. Not everyone was a backstabbing, scheming, lying burden her conscience liked to conjure up to scare her for the sake of it. She knew she had to associate herself with the goodness of the world, learn how to trust, develop bonds and personal allies. She knew she needed someone. Even if every instinct screamed at Russiansiege to stop, that this was a bad idea, to get a grip on civilisation first before putting herself back into the civil world. Her ghost-like form, silent and huddled in the corner of camp where there was the most shade, noticeably avoiding the sunlight, would watch passer-by's with a hostile gaze built from narrowed visionaries, a mocha brown glare, yet glistening with fright. That guy could plot to kill her if he wished to do so. That girl could choke her in her sleep. That one, walking in the opposite direction from her could be her best friend, if Russiansiege was ever open to the idea anyway. A friend was enough, a best friend was a bit of a stretch. Too close, too open with someone. Even best friends turned on you.

[bLAH this is quite rushed my brain doesn't work at 2am]

The flash of a smile caught her eye, frightened brown visionaries darting to meet the face of Ezekiel, bewildered that a stranger had, well, even noticed her. She thought she had been pretty unnoticeable, something that she preferred, for the company of others (unless she trusted them or at least knew that they were good guys) would make her feel skittish, uneasy, on edge. These were not guys that she trusted, nor was she certain that they were 'good guys', but they were her clanmates. For that reason, she had to try. For if she didn't try, she would be alone, forever the hostage of her own paranoia that could be easily suppressed if her fears were reassured. The Doberman femme would gulp, unsure of what to say, what the right words were, feeling as though her throat was being restricted with barbed wire. And then she spoke, quietly, but enough for the male to hear the wavering voice that escaped parter thin lips. "Hello" was all Russiansiege could muster, for now, before pushing herself to speak again. "I'm-"

Startled by the approaching presence of another, nicked ears flattened upon a well-shaped cranium, heart violently drumming against her chest out of sudden nerves, Russiansiege whipped her head to face the stranger who had introduced himself as Ithilwen. Another canine, someone like her. Of course not the same kind, but there was still a similarity between them. Alarmed gaze darting back and forth between Ithilwen and another who had approached, someone who radiated an overwhelming sense of authority, what her instincts told her, the Donatelli gulped again. "I'm- I'm Russiansiege...it's a long name so...feel free to call me..." What could they call her? What had her old clanmates called her? "Russ"

ah hello, this is Russiansiege :)

There's sm to say about her but at the same time its 1am so i'm gonna try and do my best here

In short, Russ has been through some shit. Born into lots of family drama, her childhood sweetheart dipped, just as she got close to one of her father's and they mended their relationship he died and then as a child she had the role of leader thrust upon her right after his death without time to grieve. For those reasons, she's quite skittish and finds it extremely hard to trust others, will probably slap someone if they touch her and uhh yeah basically don't come too close and don't expect her to be friendly in the beginning

You can read more about her personality in her tags below o:

She also has Low Latent Inhibition so her instincts are pretty darn accurate and they guide her pretty much all the time

I'm literally up for anything except love plots, for now at least, since she's just not the sort of gal atm!

@( JUNO ) im so down! she really needs friends lmao so she'll open up eventually. they can be no touching buddies together haha, want me to make them a thread?

ELIAS yes definitely, their first interaction was so funny to me lmao, just pure awkwardness. but i'd love for them to have more interactions like that and then perhaps eventually become friends without them knowing it. i can make them a thread if you'd like!

Russia had never possessed any powers, ever. Perhaps they would come to her later in life, for she was still young, still developing both physically and mentally, so there was still a chance that they might make an appearance. What powers? She did not know, she hadn't a single clue on how which powers went to who. She didn't even know if she wanted powers - as beautiful as they seemed, they were also dangerous, not to mention the fact that they appeared to be a hassle to control. Had anyone accidentally killed themselves with their own power?

The skittish Doberman youth would watch from a near distance, the spectacular display reflected in mocha brown visionaries as they watch and followed the light dance, an amazing method of control being shown from the canine she had met just a day ago.

hoooo i haven't roleplayed in the traditional game for a while now but i'm super excited to especially with my new character fallowkit!! his information is in his tags, right now i'm open to everything! i'd love to get lots of plots going for him to give my muse a boost so don't be shy to just throw any idea at me because the answer will probably be a yes 0:

ooo that sounds perfect! i can make the thread if you'd like 0:

Fallowkit held not even the slightest bit of resemblance to his adopted sister, both in terms of personality and appearance. In fact, it would be seemingly impossible to come to the conclusion that the two had been raised together by the same femme; they were from entirely different worlds and characters. He was clumsy, bashful, recklessly foolish and did not hesitate nor care in staining the fallow-coloured fur he was named after or littering himself with minor cuts and bruises from messing about. He was merely an abandoned pet humans, found mewling and only a few days old in a cardboard box. He knew well of his origins, and perhaps admittedly was ashamed of it, but judging from the exterior he would act as though it did not affect him at all.

And it should not. For this was true home and his adoptive mother was the only mother he had ever known. He was a ShadowClanner, and he was certainly proud of that label. Taller than most his age, beginning to grow into a frame that was built for speed as he began to lose some of his kitten fur, Fallowkit would not hesitate to make his way over to the regal molly. He was eager to join in with the others, desperate to play, but due to his shy nature he could not muster the courage to do so. He found greater comfort in the company of his sister, someone he was familiar with and knew. "Hey Leopardkit!" he would call out with evident joy, trotting over on lithe paws with his tail erect and waving from left to right. "What are you doing?"

IVYNIGHT

*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*

»» GENERAL INFORMATION ✩ DAUGHTER OF THE NIGHT

● ivynight | 'ivy' | 'ivy' due to the colour of her eyes and 'night' due to stealth

● female [ she/her ]

● 16 moons | ages first of every month | created 28/12/19

● shadowclan | warrior | no titles

»» RELATIONSHIPS

● npc x npc

● sister to thornbite

● single | straight |no crushes

● 1/2 ship / 1/3 group / etc

»» APPEARANCE/AESTHETIC

● domestic feline [ main ] ━ health : 100%

● A slender solid black femme with pale green eyes. Long-limbed, gracefully framed. Her fur is sleek and supple, with a dark shine to it. [TO BE EDITED]

━━ INJURIES/ILLNESS

● none - add more bullets for more details

━━ AESTHETIC

● smells like ivy and moss

● poison ivy | night skies | the forest | emeralds

● tarot card / explain how it's relevant

● pinterest board

»» PERSONALITY ✩ SCORPIO

● myers briggs | temperament | gryffindor | dnd alignment

● exterior traits <> interior traits

● Loyal to her clan, fierce, easily annoyed, proud, strong sense of right, quick tempered, but is capable of being gentle, suspicious of outsiders [TO BE EDITED]

━━ TROPES

● list tropes, add more bullets to detail them

»» INTERACTION ✩ TITLE THEIR FIGHTING STYLE

● physicality | mentality

● will/won't start fights | will/won't end fights | will/won't run

● list powers

● list weapons

● is powerplay of peaceful actions allowed

The sky was a black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul. The pure black of the night was her comfort, the blanket of generous velvet that keeps her safe. It was the pure black that made the moon so beautiful, that made a stage for her to stand upon. It was the pure black of the night that gave the stars their beauty, and in it her heart was safe, her soul serene.

The svelte femme raised a well-shaped cranium to sniff the air, emeralds as visionaries narrowing into slits of green. Where was her brother? And where was everyone else? In truth, despite being virtually unrecognisable when cloaked in shadows, she felt rather uneasy being alone. "Thornbite?" Ivynight hissed through pearlescent fangs, examining the eerie emptiness of camp. After what happened with DarkClan, she did not want to leave him alone, even if he was capable of defending himself.

Of course, Ivynight was present, her svelte form slithering through the masses to take a seat near the front. She too, wondered who the new deputy would be, but was more interested in hearing what Briarstar had to say. It was interesting, to say the least, to witness a leader transition. The process appeared emotionally demanding, stressful, with a lot of pressure on one's shoulders. Nevertheless, she believed Briarstar would cope perfectly fine with it all. She was fit to be a leader, after all, otherwise Sorrelstar would not have made the chocolate femme her deputy.

The ebony femme's nose wrinkled in disgust at the mention of DarkClan. She despised them, for everything they had done - though whilst Ivynight was a stubborn and proud feline, she had zero intentions of reigniting conflict between the two clans. She would simply never forget, and more importantly, never forgive. "I'll come" she stated with a gentle meow, trotting over with an enthusiastic gait to join the others, visibly eager to stretch her legs. Triangular auricles flicked upon the voice of a kit, emeralds for visionaries dropping to meet Twilightkit's own gaze. Purring with amusement, Ivynight figured she might as well tease the youth instead of instantly putting them down. She understood the excitement. "It would be a smart idea to have a strong warrior with us..."

What was all this commotion about retiring?

Normally, Ivynight preferred to be in the company of her own thoughts at this time of day, a period to simply relax and meditate and...ponder. Yet all that noise was rather distracting, and not to mention intriguing, so the svelte femme gave in to her urges and decide to head over to investigate. Surely enough, it was merely her clanmates mingling and having fun. So why not join in?

Practicing hunting was a classic game, a game that had been a favourite as a child. Given the time of the year, they could do with more hunters. It was just a shame Yarrowkit wasn't old enough, though that time would come soon. Time appeared to fly by these days. "I hope you'll look after me too, Yarrowkit" Ivynight teased with a purr of amusement, taking a seat near the other two warriors.

Hello, it's Monaco again, Stagpaw's roleplayer (: This is my other character, Ivynight! I love her already and really want to get some interactions and relationships going so she can further develop as a character. To summarise: she's 16 moons old, similar in appearance to her brother Thornbite except her eyes are green. She's a stubborn and proud cat, fiercely loyal and defensive when it comes to ShadowClan, and quite suspicious of outsiders. Nevertheless, she can gentle when she wants to be and usually is quite friendly. If you ever used to read the Warrior Cats books, think of her as Sandstorm.

I'm open to:

• Definitely friendships, although if your cat recently joined ShadowClan or came from a different place she'll be quite suspicious at first - but they can 100% become friends after a little while ICly!
• Enemies? She's easily annoyed so it's a possibility but given her loyalty to ShadowClan it's highly unlikely she would pick a fight with one of her own
• Short term/Long term relationships <3 I'm a sucker for romance plots so absolutely down for this, especially if it's well developed and a good juicy plot hehe
• Mentoring your character - yep!
• Feel free to mention anything else you can think of, I'm down for most things 0:

Yep, I believe she was born a ShadowClanner so they would've interacted before or at least know of each other. Maybe they were friends as apprentices? Not necessarily close or hanging out together, but still friends.

Which goes perfectly with the first plot, so I'm 100% down for that. I can see Ivynight still considering him as a friend of her's but just feeling betrayed that he left and she doesn't know how to control her anger, so she just lets it go loose. But eventually her stubbornness dies down and they rekindle their friendship? Ivy apologies to him for how she behaved and asks him if they can be friends again?

I'm also down for Ivynight to have a crush on him? She's not really the romantic type, more like 'eww' about the whole thing, but sometimes you can't help how you feel so it would take her by surprise that she finds herself feeling something for Light. In fact, she wouldn't know how to deal with it. It could be just a harmless light crush that eventually dissipates or we could develop it further as time goes by, up to you!

Since the whole incident with DarkClan, and the unfortunate tragedy that had been the death of Sorrelstar, the onyx femme could not rest easy. She continued to feel unsettled, nervous, jittery about the possibility that perhaps DarkClan would continue with their antics. Despite hearing Briarstar's words about the situation in the meeting, Ivynight did not trust DarkClan one bit. She would never forgive, and never forget.

The only way to ease her nerves was to simply make sure they weren't around, a solo patrol of the territory, her caution evident through the fact that the whole time her claws had been unsheathed, living an imprint of clawed paws from the camp to the border. A unfamiliar scent hit her nostrils - not one that was DarkClan, but Ivynight was suspicious of practically ever feline who wasn't a ShadowClanner. With the fur along her spine raised, she approached the other who looked almost identical to her and Thornbite, in the sense that they were both coated in jet black fur. "Who are you?" Ivynight questioned with suspicion, emeralds for eyes narrowing into slits as they studied Dusk.

"StarClan, I can practically smell your sickness from camp" emerged a sarcastic voice spoken between grit teeth, evidently belonging to Ivynight as the svelte black femme slithered out from between the ferns, a single mouse dangling from her jaws, swinging lightly back and forth by the tail. He did smell funny...not necessarily badly, but just of sickness. It was like that scent everyone carried with them when they were ill - unusual.

She agreed with Amberlight. A sick cat ought to rest. Ivynight could understand his want to complete his duties, but it was more important to rest for they would need strong warriors. She nudged her freshly caught prey towards Aspendust with her onyx nose. "Here, eat it"