Posts by Chaser

Morningstride nodded at Hawkeye, smiling gently. "It is a good morning. It's growing a bit frigid for my liking, though... I can't wait for the grass to turn lush and the sun to warm my back again..."

He shrugged his shoulders slightly, replying nonchalantly, “My mother always said it was for my tail and pelt. Her mother before her saw an otter once, and described it to her when she was younger. But I suppose it applies to my swimming and knack for catching fish… Though I despise eating them.”

Studying her further, he added in a much more thoughtful tone, “And in my opinion, willow for your green eyes and soft fur, for the gray tabby patches that look like the long, swaying branches of a willow tree; gaze for those sharp and curious eyes, that, even as we speak, I can feel tracing the scars on my body. Are you curious?”

Swaying a bit, he nodded for her to come closer, allowing her to examine his marks . “The ones on the upper left side, a group of four that flow like a river, those were clawed in right before I became a warrior. I had to wait until I recovered in order to receive my… “First” warrior name.” His eyes swiveled up toward his left ear. “That was around the same time. It was a bite, then clawed. I still have trouble hearing out of it at times.”

Hesitantly, he rotated his body, where the bite wound still lingered on his right side. It was much like a half-moon, its slight basin facing downward, right above his shoulder blade and just gracing the top of his upper leg. Below, a crescent with its basin facing upward laid in the middle of his upper leg. They formed an unlikely duo, yet strangely balanced out. Beneath his fur, other, slighter scars were visible. But he didn’t feel like telling their tales… There were far too many, and he had too little willpower to tell them.

@Ke$ha: I remember PEMDAS... That was back when math was easy. Now I'm in Trig. and Functions (or the Pre-Calculus course at my school) and IT SUCKSSS. x_x I fail so hard at it... But my teacher is trying to help me understand it better, mainly because it IS a hard class and I'm not the only one struggling.

@Faith: I wish I could see! You can view some of mine at [ americandingo.deviantart.com ], but those are just a slice of what I've really been up to. >> << >> << >> You know, back before we had a scanner, I would take pictures of my stuff on a digital camera and upload the pictures onto my computer. Not the highest quality imaging, but still, a decent precursor to the scanner on the printer. :) If you have a digital camera you should give it a try. ^_^

I bought a ferret from the site shop. Anyone know where to direct me to find a form to fill out or something? Or at least know what to do with my little fuzzy, stinky friend? xD

@D.D.:
A) According to legend, she is Adam's first wife, created at the same time he was. They had many children together, or at least she and the archangel Samael did, which were later named the Lilin. Lilin are a variant of succubi or demon that are known to prey on young children and pregnant women. Also, in some variations, men. But that's just what I know. ^_^;

B)It is a bit of a ghostly canine, yes, appearing as a shaggy black dog with glowing (often described as red) eyes. Though it rarely attacks, it has been known to prey on travelers since it will often hang around pathways and crossroads, as well as execution places. It's known as a sort of harbinger of death. It's one of my favorites.

C) Yes, it means "Blue-throated one" or "Blue-necked one" and is a name given to the Hindu god Shiva or Siva, after he turned blue from ingesting a poison. It's not a very common name, but it has been associated with naga, if I remember correctly, hence the reason I named my Hydreigon (such a dork) Nilakanta, though the most common spelling is usually Nilakantha.

D) Yes, they have relations with the opposite sex while they sleep, and feed off their life energy, often draining their victims entirely of their life. The human-succubus/incubus offspring that sometimes occurs from the mating of a human and cubi (usually unknown to the human "donor") is called a Cambion.

Just thought I'd test you on a few of my favorites. ^_^

@Allways:
Ahh, another with green eyes. ^_^ Feel lucky, my dear, we're quite rare among the population. Mine also happen to be darker, but more of a medium shade. My boyfriend, when we first started going out, said it was really cool that I had green eyes, since he had never met anyone with natural green eyes before. x3 I live in a small town of 4,000, but we're more suburban than rural. I do know a lot of farmers and kids that live on farms, though. Go figure. And leashes, eh? How ridiculously epic. I love it, lol. I almost wish I could go vegan, but I already miss chicken enough, why tease myself by not being able to eat eggs and dairy? My German student was vegan, though. It was really something to see how she was able to get the right nutrition in, but she did it. O:

Not my best work, but I thought the picture was adorable, and I had to make something. x3

Don't feel left, out, hun. ^_^ It's basically just like having a best friend that's a guy, no big deal. That, and you have their permission to kiss them at a moment's notice and do other things, but no permission whatsoever to flirt with other people. >>;

But, trust me, single life is perhaps a lot better in a lot of ways. The freedom! The lack of worries! Less pressure to feel pretty! Tbh, I don't think my life would be too different without a guy, anyway. I spend more time with my guy friends than I do with him, because we live in different towns.

At 13, you're not supposed to have a boyfriend. x3 You're supposed to be free and single and happy at 13. Wait until you're a sophomore in high school, trust me, you'll be more educated about emotions and sexuality and serious relationships with other people, it'll just be so much easier to deal with then. Even in your later teens, relationships aren't super important unless they're with your family and friends. Trust me, sometimes having a good circle of friends can be better than having a boyfriend. :)

And let no boy change you. Chances are, that relationship will end anyway. Just be yourself, forever and always. :)

Morningstride swiveled her neck to catch sight of the warrior leaving the den, and mewed a greeting. "Good morning," she said, "It's a bit on the brisk side today, if you couldn't tell. We're going to have to find more insulation for the warriors' den if we're going to a warm night's sleep this Leaf-bare."

1) Dating? In middle school? ashskahfjkdhgjkldhgjfdghfd... I didn't even dream of getting a boyfriend then, either.

2) Yush, I am older-ish. Junior in HS. x3 And there's no need to be shy, but when I was your age, I was super-dooper shy of other people and had issues making friends. I was also very grumpy and moody, but we'll get to that in my next answer.

3) I know what you mean, I suffer from severe depression myself. Yeah, it started for me around that time, too, near the end of my 6th grade year and throughout my 7th. Nearing 8th it got worse and around Freshman year... Well, things exploded then. :/ I was okay for a while after that, but in the beginning of my sophomore year I relapsed so badly that I needed to go to a psychiatric hospital for a week. This year, things were going good for me until pretty recently, when I had a small breakdown after being stressed so much about all the school I'd missed due to being sick (both mentally and physically -- I had a really bad condition that just resolved itself recently (thank God!) and have been getting sick left and right since its onset and even after it went away), but I'm actually doing alright for myself now. The last two days have been getting better for me.

The best way for the pain to get cleared up is to get some help, especially from a trusted, responsible adult. I let all my pain build up until I couldn't hold back, and I began to harm myself (I had before, but it became much, MUCH worse), and eventually when my dad and I were in the car together he saw my wounds and started crying... My parents decided to get help for me then. When I was younger, I tried to get help from them, but it didn't work. Maybe I just wasn't persistent enough.

Needless to say, get some help before things get wayyyyy too bad and out of control. I still have scars up and down my left forearm and on my left hand from trying to release the pain, and they're constant reminders to me about my past and how much I've grown over the years. You may not think you're the type to hurt yourself, but neither did I. It happens. Just keep yourself safe, honey. It may be hard to admit to your parents or school counselor, but in the end, it's the best thing to do, because then they can help you right away, and depression, or even just a mood swing, is best treated by PREVENTING it from happening. :)

I wish you luck!

Lastly, venting is good to do by just writing it out. What I do sometimes is write my feelings out in a notebook, then when I'm done I read through it and realize why I felt those things, then throw it away. Or I do the same thing on my laptop in Word, I write my feelings, look them over, then delete them. Deleting it is sort of a way of accepting the fact you felt that way and moving on with your life. I find it can be healthier than most ways of coping I tend to do, too. x_x

He felt her pain. He could understand her sorrow, the pain she felt never knowing her own mother… At least he had had a short time with his. Filled with empathy, he touched his nose to her shoulder. “I know the pain to lose a mother, to be the cause of your own mother’s death… My mother died when I was very young, too, only a bit older. She taught me so many things, she was such a smart, beautiful cat… As a kit, she taught me how to swim, and right before I became an apprentice, she taught me how to fish… Soon after… She was no longer there.” He sighed, the recollection of his past painful.

“From then on, I pretty much had to raise myself. No one respected me; I was a clan pariah then. Not even my own mentor had many words for me. I was forced to watch the other apprentices training and practice the moves on my own. I was often made fun of and mocked. My life… Wasn’t easy then.”

“Shortly before I became a warrior, I was ambushed by a group of toms. They called me horrible things, said my mother deserved her death. They tore and tattered my ear, and slashed my flank… I barely had enough strength as I fled to cross the river, which luckily helped to clean my messy wounds. Soon after I made it to the other side… I collapsed. It’s a miracle I’m alive today, I lost a lot of blood…”

He shook his head, growing frustrated at his past mistakes. He should have died that day. He should’ve died when the dog attacked. Yet StarClan protected him – why? Battlestare sighed, looking at Willowgaze, “I think that’s enough of my past for now… I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you with the sorrow I’ve faced.”

Changing the subject, he flicked his tail toward the river. “Have you even eaten anything besides fish? Like a freshly caught mouse or shrew? Maybe even a bird?” he queried, trying to draw the conversation elsewhere.

"Indeed," Morningstride replied, quivering as a finger of frigid air tracing a line down her spine. "Perhaps it would be a good idea to try and find some prey soon... It's going to get scarce with all the snow."

The vixen licked her lips. Turkeys... Everywhere. She would eat well as of late... Her scrawny body couldn't take much more of the cold season, but thank the higher beings the turkeys had broken free.

Hastily, she stalked around the turkeys, trying to herd them into a group so she could pounce in the middle and dispatch the sucker stuck between. Her stomach growled and she licked her chapped nose, circling around the delicious-looking, fattened turkeys.

"You're mine!" the vixen yelped as she jumped upon one of the turkeys, her unsuspecting victim. Sinking her teeth into its neck, she felt the satisfying taste of blood among her teeth.

Mmm..., the vixen thought, her jaws tearing flesh from bone. This was the best meal she had eaten all winter... And it was delicious. Perhaps, she mused, I should catch a few more... Just for the sake of surviving the harshest parts of the cold season... I could keep them cold in the snow near my den, buried so they wouldn't get snatched...

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Suddenly realizing that she had competition for her food, a fact she had ignored due to imminent starvation, she growled at the hordes of cats around. Threatened, she barked at those nearest by, paranoid at the fact they could steal her sustenance.

"Mine...," she mumbled. Then, more violently, standing over her kill, yelped, "MINE!" True, their were more carcasses laying around for her to pick up later. But this was her kill, and she wanted to make sure she was the only one to touch it.

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{. . .I don't have a name for this character yet, but she is a fox. 'Nuf said. o-o}

Mumbling, annoyed by the cats around her, which she could easily kill if she wanted, she dug back into her meal. Shifty-eyed, she looked at the others, crunching at the bones with her bloodstained maw and licking up the marrow.

{I have decided on the name Shiva... She is a grey fox.}

Filling her empty belly, Shiva ripped the feathers from the turkey and tore open the soft, sweet skin where the meat, still warm, lay beneath.

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{9}

Proceeding to eat her kill, paranoia calmed by the warm meat, she looked around for more bodies. She would later claim a few of these to keep as food for the next few weeks.