Posts by Jackal

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    Hey. I'm Rex or Jackal. I first joined way back in 2010, back when this place was WCRPG, though I left some time in 2013/14. With partial lockdown here, I've been going back to old places. This here's one of them. I used to go by names like machinima and Sparkz, but just call me Jackal now. Ten years. It's been awhile.


    I'm thinking of staying for awhile, though things have certainly changed since the last I was here.

    DARKNESS BETRAYED YOU


    hell. that's what life was. absolute hell. no rest for the wicked, right? punishment where it was due, hell for the sinners. foreststrike huffed, dragging his feet across hard rock, claws leaving faint scores. he didn't intend to mark the path he had walked with those nasty claws, but looking back was a long trail of little white marks. the mountains were unkind, the heavy fog choking and dense. certainly, this wasn't the worst the golden-brown tabby had been through, no. was it close? perhaps.


    for twelve moons the tom cat had been constantly on the move, though never looking back. he tackled life just that way - always looking forward and with claws unsheathed if need be. there was no such thing as cowardice in his life. to cower in fear was to die, so he never did so. anything in his way could be moved past, be it with words or with blood. it was this very stubborn attitude that had led him on this journey, away from what he once considered home. thinking about it now, the old territories were no place for him. none of the four clans could give him what he needed, which had led to his self-exile. how many pelts had he rubbed the wrong way, how many arguments and fights he had started with a prickly attitude was lost to him, for the answer was far too many.


    carefully, he started to slow his pace as the smell of other cats started to come by with the fog. every so often he would lower his nose, piercing green eyes remaining on the alert for any other signs of life. in the dense mist, sight was hindered and he had gotten lost a few times, but a keen sense of smell let him pick up traces of other cats to find his way to the border. he continued to pick his way across the terrible terrain until he could determine where the border was, backing up a little to sit. there he sat, stoically, until someone else found him waiting.


    I'M THE JUNGLE THAT MOVES

    welcome back! I've been here since 2011, then I lost my password to my original account and kind of gave up until I got bored and decided to make a new account lol.


    I really hope you enjoy your time here!!

    Thank you very kindly! I'm already scouting out the forums to see what's gonna take my fancy. Sorry you lost your original account though, that must suck.

    DUDE!!! HELLO!!

    I SAW YOU POST ON MY PREMADES AND I SCREAMED A LITTLE BIT BECAUSE I LOVE R6S SO MUCH???


    BUT WELCOME BACK TO THE SITE!!! hope you have some fun while you're back and if you ever need help findin' stuff on the new site since it's changed, i'd be happy to help out!!

    yOOOOO R6S FAM THANK YOU <3 I see you also like TF2!

    WE'RE GONNA STAND ON TOP

            GENERAL:

             crystalpool

             crystal | angel

             26 moons

             17 april

    female

    preferred pronouns → she/her

    clan or group → warrior

    IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

             former kittypet named crystal, took the name with her

             warrior for 17 moons, has fully learned the code and embodies the spirit

             has minor doubts in starclan but tries to believe in them

            PHYSICALITY:

    BODY | AGILE | HEALTH: 100%

    crystalpool is a fluffy, pure white cat. she is on the surface, very beautiful and admits that when she was younger and still living with two-legs, she was a show cat and highly prized. since leaving the comfort of a warm home and taking on the warrior code, she has become slightly more ragged though she still takes pride in her appearance and continues to upkeep herself. the edges of her paws are a little stained with mud.


    she has heterochromia with one blue eye and one green eye, though she is lucky to not experience deafness.

    —— minor injuries: none

    —— major injuries: none

    ACCESSORIES: none

    SCENT: mud, lake water, and a little bit of rain

    AESTHETICS: jewels, the sun on a lake, worn out carpets, rainbows

            PERSONALITY:

    crystalpool is a very sweet and affectionate cat. while she fully understands and embodies the warrior code, she is more of a pacifist and quite the mediator. she believes strongly that arguments should be resolved with words first, with physical fighting as a last resort. this is not to say she is afraid of defending the clan as she truly feels welcome there, though if she can avoid bloodshed she will try to.


    as a former kittypet, crystalpool still has a bit of a shielded view on the outside world. because she was a former show cat, she knows of many things born warriors don't know of and treasures these memories despite moving past that life. she will talk about things many warriors shun such as spotlights, fame, pampering, jewels and ridiculous costumes, though there is no shame for her. she believes that a past is nothing to be ashamed of and remembers things with fondness.


    crystalpool understands mercy, though she believes in it a little too strongly. this can result in her butting heads with others in ideals as crystalpool will not take a life unless that of her clan is being directly threatened. she isn't afraid to stare at the face of her enemies and speak calmly, ignoring verbal threats of harm or disaster.

    —— significant traits: merciful, pacifist, strong-willed, affectionate, determined

            RELATIONS:

             parents

             littermates

             known family members [ neither littermates nor parents. can range from grandparents, nieces, aunts, adopted members, etc etc ]

             friends

             enemies

             crushes

             sexuality

             info on platonic relationships

             info on romantic relationships

            FUTURE PLOTS:

             

             

             

            INTERACTIONS:

             will not attack without reason

             will not start fights

             might end fights

             might run away

             feel free to powerplay friendly actions

             open to minor injury

             ask before capture, main or major infury

             bold name in #ffd9d9 and @/Jackal

    WITH THE STADIUM LIGHTS

    ♚♚♚ such sweet sun. the warmth was almost tangible, like that of spotlights and heaters in the warmth and comfort of a home. crystalpool remembered such things from her old life with fondness. some others who learned of her story had spoken of her life as a kittypet with scorn and dismissed it, but crystalpool had no shame in it. after all, she may have been a kittypet moons ago, but now she was a warrior. the white cat desired to embody the code. all those spotlights, jewels, and decorated cages she once sat in for shows were nothing compared to the pure sun shining down.


    she had heard horrible things had happened to thunderclan's camp. a fire, she remembered, reducing the camp to ashes. how awful that must have been, though she enjoyed the environment all the same regardless. amidst the warmth, she puffed up her white fur, edges of her paws stained with mud. she liked it. pure white seemed like such a kittypet colour now, so she wore those stains with pride. looking around, crystalpool thought to return to camp. how could she abandon such a beautiful, quiet place though? perhaps she could stay a little longer in the sandy hollow, before the apprentices started showing up.

       

    ♚♚♚ kittens. ah, such adorable little things! crystalpool loved kittens. they were just to tiny and adorable, little bundles full of energy that the white ex-kittypet so adored. whenever she could, she would play with a couple of the kittens in the nursery. how could she resist them? crystalpool lacked kittens of her own - after all, she had no tom-cat of her own just yet, and that was okay. she wasn't ready for kittens of her own just yet, but did hope to have some eventually.


    the white cat had just come back from a hunt, dropping off a shrew she had caught in the freshkill pile before idly wandering the camp. she found a sunny spot a generous distance away from the nursery, yet in full view of the entrance. she plopped herself down with no other duties on her list, rolling onto her back to enjoy the warmth.

       

    ♚♚♚ the last thing crystalpool had expected to come barreling into the sandy hollow was a butterfly first, flitting by shakily, almost like it was unsure where to go or where to land. almost as soon as the butterfly came by, something tackled right into the white cat's fluffy tail. surprised, crystalpool stood up, tail puffed up like one of those huge brushes her two-leg used to brush her down with. "my goodness!" she gasped, expecting it to be a particularly bold bird or a dog or something like that.


    however, she found herself looking at a kitten. a rather adorable one at that, who seemed just as spooked to run into crystalpool as the warrior was surprised. after her fear that it might be some horrible dog faded, her fur lay flat once more, a sweet smile forming on her face. "goodness darling, you must be more careful coming out here in such a hurry." already the kitten was gone after stating her ghostly status, diving away into a shrub. crystalpool had to chuckle. kittens out here were so much wilder than kittens back home. she loved them like that.

       

    ♚♚♚ kittens were fickle little things and not a lot of them, especially those who were soon to become apprentices, tended to hang out with warriors. it was the case with a lot of them, who believed they were grown up and didn't need the supervision of an adult. crystalpool was delightfully surprised when she saw a familiar little face come up with a generously sized mouse, inviting her to eat. the white warrior rolled back over onto her belly. "why, if it isn't you! are you still a ghost?" crystalpool teased, thinking back to when she had first met the kit at sandy hollow. "you can eat first dear, i'm not too hungry." in truth, she did want to eat, but she preferred the kittens having their fill first.

       

    ♚♚♚ crystalpool chuckled at the kitten's response about her no-longer-ghost status. such things were why the warrior adored kittens. they could be so cute and innocent, yet witty and clever. "that's good, little ghosts can't protect the clan, can they?" she was content to watch the kitten eat first, when marigoldkit introduced herself and asked crystalpool for her name. "marigoldkit, that's a lovely name. my name is crystalpool. i used to just go by crystal back home," the older cat casually mused. crystalpool was a very warrior like name, but going just by crystal was unusual and often prompted why she didn't have a proper warrior name, which led to her explaining her kittypet history.

       

    ♚♚♚ Crystalpool briefly turned away to scratch at a little itch as an ant decided her fur made a good place to walk. She flicked the ant away before returning to the conversation with Marigoldkit. A smile danced on her lips as she thought back to her old life and home. The spotlights, the cameras, the fame and medals. All these words she knew because her two-leg had said them. He would talk to her, even if he thought she didn't understand what he said.


    "Not a loner. I used to be a kittypet actually. Lived further up north." She tilted her chin up, gesturing ahead of them. "I had a good life there but it wasn't really for me. I couldn't spend my entire life being some prize for my person."

       

    DARKNESS BETRAYED YOU


    foreststrike wasn't really expecting anyone to show up within the next day. after all in a fog like this, sight and smell were dampened, though perhaps he misjudged the locals who were probably more adept at living through the fog than an ex-thunderclan cat, who were far more used to living among dense trees and clear air.


    it came as both joy and dread that a cat actually did show up. now that there was someone else, there was explaining to do. foreststrike raised his head to level with the local cat, noticing slight hesitation. such a thing was not a good sign for this stranger, but foreststrike was not here for a fight, no. if anything, he needed help. the brown tom let himself relax a little. "i am foreststrike. i seek shelter at least for now, though i wish to join your clan if you will allow." the request was clear. no point beating around the bush. a warrior wouldn't have the authority to make the choice if he could join darkclan or not, but this warrior, if kind enough, would allow him to speak to someone else that could make the decision.


    I'M THE JUNGLE THAT MOVES

    LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS

            GENERAL:

             foreststrike

             jungle

             51 moons

             1 july

    male

    preferred pronouns → he/him

    darkclan → warrior (in progress)

    IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

             self-exiled from thunderclan

             moved around as a loner for 1 year

             known to be extremely aggressive at times

            PHYSICALITY:

    BODY | STRONG | HEALTH: 100%

    foreststrike is a bulky warrior, built to fight. he is muscular and a bit larger than the average warrior, though not extraordinarily large. he has a rich golden-brown coat with distinct black marbling. his most distinct feature are his eyes which are a vibrant green, which kittens tend to claim glows in the dark, untrue as it is. foreststrike has a short, almost prickly coat, though a little extra fluff grows at his chest.

    —— minor injuries: small nick on left back thigh

    —— major injuries: none

    ACCESSORIES: none

    SCENT: smells like a loner

    AESTHETICS: stormy skies, raining forests, raging rivers

            PERSONALITY:

    foreststrike is innately a very aggressive cat. fighting is one of the things he knows best and believes that clans have to be protected with ferocity and claws. this mentality, while it made him a great warrior to thunderclan while he lived with them, it also resulted in him butting heads with many others who didn't agree with his vicious ways. this ended with him going into a self-exile from thunderclan with no warning or note, abandoning what few friends he had and his lover, cloudheart. the loss of his friends and lover resulted in even more aggression and self-hatred as he moved around alone for a year.

    —— significant traits:

            RELATIONS:

             parents

             littermates

             known family members [ neither littermates nor parents. can range from grandparents, nieces, aunts, adopted members, etc etc ]

             friends

             enemies

             cloudheart (npc)

             heterosexual

             info on platonic relationships

             info on romantic relationships

            FUTURE PLOTS:

             

             

             

            INTERACTIONS:

             might attack without reason

             might start fights

             might end fights

             will not run away

             feel free to powerplay friendly actions

             open to minor injury

             ask before capture, maim, major injury )

             bold name in #5ce034 and @/Jackal

    LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS

    hey! so i've got two cats i'd like to do more plots with, possibly a third one too who i haven't really developed yet. here they are!


    crystalpool (thunderclan warrior) - an ex-kittypet who used to be a show cat when she was younger. a real pacifist though unafraid to look her enemies in the eyes. very motherly and loves to regale tales of her time as a show cat, even if born warriors don't understand what she's talking about.

    open to (all cross-clan):

    - friends

    - crushes

    - enemies

    - apprentices

    - lovers


    foreststrike (ex-thunderclan, currently a loner looking to move to darkclan) - once a feared thunderclan warrior who believed too strongly in violence. he forced himself into self-exile, spending a year moving around as a loner where warriors dare not to roam. very aggressive for when he left thunderclan, he left behind his few friends and his lover.

    open to (all clans)

    - rivals

    - friends

    - enemies

    - crushes

    - lovers


    i also have sunpaw (thunderclan) who is not developed at all, so he's a blank slate to play with!