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  • Back!

    School is finally over, and I finished with good grades. I'm back! Kinda missed this site.. wow. A lot of people left too.

  • Back!

    Thanks ;D! I don't see why so many people are leaving this site... I think it's pretty cool! The players are nice, and the mods are fair. Anyway, I don't think I'll be leaving this site anytime soon. I know I'm sort of quiet on this site, and I haven't RPed with a lot of players. The ones I have RPed with are helpful.

  • A little story I'm working on..

    [size=1]This is a little (I think long) story I'm working on. Tell me what you think of it ;D!



    Goldenstar ran through the cold forest, her tortoiseshell pelt prickling with anxiety. This had been the hardest leaf-bare so far. The blanket of snow covered the forest floor, burying the prey and its scent with it. Goldenstar stopped abruptly, as a scent of a mouse whisked past her nose. Immediately, she crouched down, with her ears strained and her jaw open. In moments, she had spotted the skinny brown mouse. Barely a mouthful… Her leaf-green eyes were full of wariness, but were steady; she was measuring the distance from herself to her soon-to-be prey. Stepping carefully on the snow, Goldenstar pulled towards it, making short stops to make sure it hadn’t heard her. Soon she had gotten within striking distance. Her haunches up, her tail straight behind her, and her ears pricked, she jumped forward; one swift bite to the throat dispatched the mouse. She let out a mroww of happiness, and positioned the mouse into her jaws. Her ribs stuck out noticeably, and her mouth watered for a bite, but she knew she had to feed her clan first. She sat down, exhausted, and sighed. Oh, how long will this last? This is the first prey we have caught in days! Soon the clan will starve-


    Goldenstar’s thoughts were interrupted by a familiar scent. Two young apprentices padded into the clearing, their pelts dotted with snow. “Blazepaw, Rockpaw,” Goldenstar acknowledged, her tail waving in greeting. Both apprentices were carrying a piece of fresh-kill in their jaws. Blazepaw carried a thrush, a proud expression worn on her face; Rockpaw carried a vole, his eyes betraying his hunger.


    “Hello Goldenstar,” Blazepaw meowed respectfully, dipping her ginger head in greeting. She dropped her thrush to the ground, and settled herself on the snow. Her ginger fur contrasted sharply against the snow, making her feel a little vulnerable. Blazepaw shook off the thought, and looked longingly at the prey in front of her. She hadn’t eaten for two days, just like the other apprentices. Then she looked at Goldenstar’s pelt, and had a rush of respect and gratitude for the clan leader. She was twice the size of Blazepaw, but twice as skinny. I’m going to be just like her…The clan comes first!




    Rockpaw followed Blazepaw’s gesture, as he too, dipped his head in greeting and respect. “Look at what I caught!” he meowed to Goldenstar. His paws were freezing, so he settled himself next to Blazepaw. He too, was starved.


    “Great job, you can take that to the queens and elders,” Goldenstar praised the two apprentices. She flashed them a sympathetic look. “You can share the vole that Rockpaw caught. You both may have one small bite to keep you going, but that’s it.”


    “Th-thank you!” Blazepaw stuttered as she heaved herself up. She took one small bite from the vole, savoring the moment. Then she realized how truly hungry she was. Her sides started to ache; she was used to being half-starved. She pulled herself away from the mouse, and licked her whiskers.



    Rockpaw jumped at the vole as soon as Blazepaw was finished. He took one small, swift bite. The vole tasted delicious after two days without food. He made sure to save some for Goldenstar, for he knew she hadn’t eaten for more than four days. He looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thanks,” he meowed, his mouth still full as he chewed the stringy meat.


    Goldenstar looked longingly at the vole, but shook her head. The apprentices needed it more than she did; at least that’s what she thought. “Finish it up,” she commanded gently. They were the future of the clan, and she was not going to have them starve. She sat down, and started grooming her long golden fur. Even though she was starved, she was still beautiful, and she would make a formidable foe.


    Blazepaw looked at Goldenstar, shock flooding her eyes. Goldenstar hadn’t eaten for more than three days! “Goldenstar, aren’t you hungry?” she asked surprisingly.


    “Of course I’m hungry!” she explained to her apprentice, a spark of amusement in her eyes. “You need it more than I do though. After all, you’re the future of the clan. What would happen if you starved? I wouldn’t forgive myself! Oh no, I’ll be fine... I’ll go hunting for myself later,” she lied. The stubborn clan leader wouldn’t go hunting for herself until the whole clan had been fed.


    “All right, if you say so…” Blazepaw finished uncertainly, her eyes filled with doubt. She shook her pelt, as if that would get rid of her problems. Blazepaw took another small bite, and saved the rest for Rockpaw. She wanted to prove to herself to Goldenstar. “When are we going to train by the way?” she asked hopefully. She was only apprenticed two days before, and the clan was too busy with the shortage of prey. None of the apprentices were getting trained properly, but she didn’t mind; Blazepaw just wanted to help her clan out.


    Rockpaw flashed Goldenstar another grateful glance as he took a small bite out of the vole. It was almost all gone.


    “Well, we can go training now if you would like,” Goldenstar meowed to Blazepaw. She saw Rockpaw’s disappointed face, and smiled at him. “You can come too,” she meowed, “You need the practice anyway. After all, you both were made apprentices on the same day.” Goldenstar licked her paw, and ran it over her head. “Who’s going to finish the vole?” she questioned.


    “We’re full, you can finish it up,” Blazepaw fibbed, still worried about her mentor.



    “I’m not-,” Rockpaw started, but closed his mouth as he caught on. “I’m full too,” he lied, hoping she wouldn’t catch on.


    Goldenstar gave them both a sharp look. “I know you’re not full,” she muttered, “so there’s no need to lie.” She measured them, and felt a rush of pity for them. After all, they were only trying to help her. “Now eat,” she meowed, this time gently. “I’ll be fine, trust me.” She settled herself onto the snow, pawing at it to make it comfy. “That was an order,” she meowed firmly, looking straight into their uncertain faces. “After all, I am the clan leader. I’m older, and I have more experience, do I not?”

    “Yes Goldenstar, sorry,” Blazepaw meowed, her voice drenched with defeat. She took one small nibble, saving the last bite for Rockpaw. “Finish it up,” she told him gently, licking his ear.


    Rockpaw gulped down the last bite. The whole vole was barely a mouthful; he had only gotten half. “Can we go training later?” he asked Goldenstar. “I think we could use some prey,” he explained, “After all, the clan still needs to be fed.”


    “Fine with me,” Goldenstar commented. A wave of exhaustion swept over her; she shook her head, needing a clear mind if she was to find food. “Blazepaw, take the thrush to the queens, and Rockpaw, take your vole to the elders,” she ordered. Stretching, she let out a silent prayer. “Where did you two find this prey?”


    Blazepaw gulped, guilt gnawing at her paws. “We found it… we found it on the LionClan border, a little ways in their territory,” she finished. Blazepaw braced herself for an outburst from her mentor, and pulled closer to Rockpaw’s pelt.


    “You know you’re not supposed to do that,” Goldenstar meowed calmly. There was an icy edge to her voice, her way of portraying her disappointment. “You will never hunt there again, understand? We may be half-starved, but we still honor the warrior code,” she paused to let her words sink in, and then continued, “I’m sorry, but there must be a punishment.” Goldenstar sat down, thoughtful for a second. "For the rest of today, and tomorrow, both of you will stay in camp, guarding the nursery and tending to the elders… understand?” she questioned. She stared into their downcast faces, and meowed “I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t have broken the warrior code. At least you two will become great hunters! Rockpaw, voles are speedy; Blazepaw, thrushes are one hard catch.”


    “I’m sorry Goldenstar,” Rockpaw meowed apologetically. “We understand.”


    “Yes, I’m sorry too,” Blazepaw meowed. Her whiskers were twitching with disappointment, as she was to go the gathering the very next day. “What about the gathering?” she questioned bravely.


    Goldenstar flashed Blazepaw a stern look, though her whiskers were twitching with amusement. She thought for a moment, and replied “Maybe.. we’ll see, okay? It depends on how you behave.”


    “Thanks!” Blazepaw meowed, her eyes filling with relief. She would still have a small chance…


    “We better get going,” Rockpaw reminded, and added “before the prey gets too cold.” He sat down, and licked his fluffy black chest. Beckoning to Blazepaw, he started towards the camp, the forest swallowing him whole.


    “Bye Goldenstar!” Blazepaw called over her head.


    Goldenstar signaled that she had heard Blazepaw with a flick of her tail. She stifled a yawn, and stretched her legs. Her mind was full of many questions, and she wanted answers. I’m going to the Moon Pool tonight..
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  • Fun in the Sun!

    Have fun... don't forget your sunscreen :P. Where I live, everything is flooded. I don't even think we're able to get out of the town at the moment. I don't think I'll be going to the beach anytime soon..

  • Whats your States Radar look like Currently?

    It's TERRIBLE here! The roads are all flooded, and we've had soo many t-storms and tornado warnings in the past days. My dad owns a bar, and the road to the bar is all flooded.. the highest point is 8 feet deep. Anyway, we had a tornado hit a little east of my town. I think it touched ground.. :S

  • Corn Belt Gone Wild!

    Actually, we did have some pretty bad weather. I'm not from Indy, but from Wisconsin. Everything is soo flooded!! I'm surprised a tornado hasn't torn through my town yet! My dad owns a local bar a little outside of town.. The main road that you use to get in is flooded.. 8 feet deep. I love storms, but I think we're having way too many.

  • Super awesome funtime contest!

    [size=1]Goldenstar ran through the cold forest, her tortoiseshell pelt prickling with anxiety. This had been the hardest leaf-bare so far. The blanket of snow covered the forest floor, burying the prey and its scent with it. Goldenstar stopped abruptly, as a scent of a mouse whisked past her nose. Immediately, she crouched down, with her ears strained and her jaw open. In moments, she had spotted the skinny brown mouse. Barely a mouthful… Her leaf-green eyes were full of wariness, but were steady; she was measuring the distance from herself to her soon-to-be prey. Stepping carefully on the snow, Goldenstar pulled towards it, making short stops to make sure it hadn’t heard her. Soon she had gotten within striking distance. Her haunches up, her tail straight behind her, and her ears pricked, she jumped forward; one swift bite to the throat dispatched the mouse. She let out a mroww of happiness, and positioned the mouse into her jaws. Her ribs stuck out noticeably, and her mouth watered for a bite, but she knew she had to feed her clan first. She sat down, exhausted, and sighed. Oh, how long will this last? This is the first prey we have caught in days! Soon the clan will starve-
    Goldenstar’s thoughts were interrupted by a familiar scent. Two young apprentices padded into the clearing, their pelts dotted with snow. “Blazepaw, Rockpaw,” Goldenstar acknowledged, her tail waving in greeting. Both apprentices were carrying a piece of fresh-kill in their jaws. Blazepaw carried a thrush, a proud expression worn on her face; Rockpaw carried a vole, his eyes betraying his hunger.


    “Hello Goldenstar,” Blazepaw meowed respectfully, dipping her ginger head in greeting. She dropped her thrush to the ground, and settled herself on the snow. Her ginger fur contrasted sharply against the snow, making her feel a little vulnerable. Blazepaw shook off the thought, and looked longingly at the prey in front of her. She hadn’t eaten for two days, just like the other apprentices. Then she looked at Goldenstar’s pelt, and had a rush of respect and gratitude for the clan leader. She was twice the size of Blazepaw, but twice as skinny. I’m going to be just like her…The clan comes first!
    Rockpaw followed Blazepaw’s gesture, as he too, dipped his head in greeting and respect. “Look at what I caught!” he meowed to Goldenstar. His paws were freezing, so he settled himself next to Blazepaw. He too, was starved.


    “Great job, you can take that to the queens and elders,” Goldenstar praised the two apprentices. She flashed them a sympathetic look. “You can share the vole that Rockpaw caught. You both may have one small bite to keep you going, but that’s it.”


    “Th-thank you!” Blazepaw stuttered as she heaved herself up. She took one small bite from the vole, savoring the moment. Then she realized how truly hungry she was. Her sides started to ache; she was used to being half-starved. She pulled herself away from the mouse, and licked her whiskers.



    Rockpaw jumped at the vole as soon as Blazepaw was finished. He took one small, swift bite. The vole tasted delicious after two days without food. He made sure to save some for Goldenstar, for he knew she hadn’t eaten for more than four days. He looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thanks,” he meowed, his mouth still full as he chewed the stringy meat.


    Goldenstar looked longingly at the vole, but shook her head. The apprentices needed it more than she did; at least that’s what she thought. “Finish it up,” she commanded gently. They were the future of the clan, and she was not going to have them starve. She sat down, and started grooming her long golden fur. Even though she was starved, she was still beautiful, and she would make a formidable foe.


    Blazepaw looked at Goldenstar, shock flooding her eyes. Goldenstar hadn’t eaten for more than three days! “Goldenstar, aren’t you hungry?” she asked surprisingly.


    “Of course I’m hungry!” she explained to her apprentice, a spark of amusement in her eyes. “You need it more than I do though. After all, you’re the future of the clan. What would happen if you starved? I wouldn’t forgive myself! Oh no, I’ll be fine... I’ll go hunting for myself later,” she lied. The stubborn clan leader wouldn’t go hunting for herself until the whole clan had been fed.


    “All right, if you say so…” Blazepaw finished uncertainly, her eyes filled with doubt. She shook her pelt, as if that would get rid of her problems. Blazepaw took another small bite, and saved the rest for Rockpaw. She wanted to prove to herself to Goldenstar. “When are we going to train by the way?” she asked hopefully. She was only apprenticed two days before, and the clan was too busy with the shortage of prey. None of the apprentices were getting trained properly, but she didn’t mind; Blazepaw just wanted to help her clan out.


    Rockpaw flashed Goldenstar another grateful glance as he took a small bite out of the vole. It was almost all gone.


    “Well, we can go training now if you would like,” Goldenstar meowed to Blazepaw. She saw Rockpaw’s disappointed face, and smiled at him. “You can come too,” she meowed, “You need the practice anyway. After all, you both were made apprentices on the same day.” Goldenstar licked her paw, and ran it over her head. “Who’s going to finish the vole?” she questioned.


    “We’re full, you can finish it up,” Blazepaw fibbed, still worried about her mentor.



    “I’m not-,” Rockpaw started, but closed his mouth as he caught on. “I’m full too,” he lied, hoping she wouldn’t catch on.


    Goldenstar gave them both a sharp look. “I know you’re not full,” she muttered, “so there’s no need to lie.” She measured them, and felt a rush of pity for them. After all, they were only trying to help her. “Now eat,” she meowed, this time gently. “I’ll be fine, trust me.” She settled herself onto the snow, pawing at it to make it comfy. “That was an order,” she meowed firmly, looking straight into their uncertain faces. “After all, I am the clan leader. I’m older, and I have more experience, do I not?”


    “Yes Goldenstar, sorry,” Blazepaw meowed, her voice drenched with defeat. She took one small nibble, saving the last bite for Rockpaw. “Finish it up,” she told him gently, licking his ear.


    Rockpaw gulped down the last bite. The whole vole was barely a mouthful; he had only gotten half. “Can we go training later?” he asked Goldenstar. “I think we could use some prey,” he explained, “After all, the clan still needs to be fed.”


    “Fine with me,” Goldenstar commented. A wave of exhaustion swept over her; she shook her head, needing a clear mind if she was to find food. “Blazepaw, take the thrush to the queens, and Rockpaw, take your vole to the elders,” she ordered. Stretching, she let out a silent prayer. “Where did you two find this prey?”


    Blazepaw gulped, guilt gnawing at her paws. “We found it… we found it on the LionClan border, a little ways in their territory,” she finished. Blazepaw braced herself for an outburst from her mentor, and pulled closer to Rockpaw’s pelt.


    “You know you’re not supposed to do that,” Goldenstar meowed calmly. There was an icy edge to her voice, her way of portraying her disappointment. “You will never hunt there again, understand? We may be half-starved, but we still honor the warrior code,” she paused to let her words sink in, and then continued, “I’m sorry, but there must be a punishment.” Goldenstar sat down, thoughtful for a second. "For the rest of today, and tomorrow, both of you will stay in camp, guarding the nursery and tending to the elders… understand?” she questioned. She stared into their downcast faces, and meowed “I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t have broken the warrior code. At least you two will become great hunters! Rockpaw, voles are speedy; Blazepaw, thrushes are one hard catch.”


    “I’m sorry Goldenstar,” Rockpaw meowed apologetically. “We understand.”


    “Yes, I’m sorry too,” Blazepaw meowed. Her whiskers were twitching with disappointment, as she was to go the gathering the very next day. “What about the gathering?” she questioned bravely.


    Goldenstar flashed Blazepaw a stern look, though her whiskers were twitching with amusement. She thought for a moment, and replied “Maybe.. we’ll see, okay? It depends on how you behave.”


    “Thanks!” Blazepaw meowed, her eyes filling with relief. She would still have a small chance…


    “We better get going,” Rockpaw reminded, and added “before the prey gets too cold.” He sat down, and licked his fluffy black chest. Beckoning to Blazepaw, he started towards the camp, the forest swallowing him whole.


    “Bye Goldenstar!” Blazepaw called over her head.


    Goldenstar signaled that she had heard Blazepaw with a flick of her tail. She stifled a yawn, and stretched her legs. Her mind was full of many questions, and she wanted answers. I’m going to the Moon Pool tonight..


    There ya go! Not too short, but not extremely long.[/size]