Posts by faezer

Lol Keanai, is your name Ashley or something? xD

OOC | haha, thanks xD

BIC | Thanks, she replied innerly to her father, feeling a little less confused. Her legs strained but barely went faster. Her breath came in quick gasps from the effort. Aerial was hardly prepared for the moment when Asthenia split the little one from its kin, but she continued racing after it, building up speed for the decisive lunge. But when!? What time should she leap, to get the best effect. The yearling continued to run the small deer further from the herd, as her sister had done. She felt herself backing out - but then the memory was fresh in her mind. She was at the beast's haunch in a flash of colors, face contorted with emotion of the negative kind, which was relieved as she felt it stumbling a bit.

OOC | ugh, i've never seen a wolf hunting before, so correct me, or tell me what's supposed to happen here. do they leap this soon, or do they just run the animal till it tires and gives up?

If my cat is of the 'patrolling warriors', what should I call them in the bio? Patroller? xD

he shares my curse then D:

my aunt does that too. she has to wear fake eyelashes >__>

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/lone…sg1504812.html#msg1504812

done, done, done. c:

sweet! 8D

In Foxstar's time they knew of light, and everything else.

...but yeah, I can't have a Lilycloud when lilies don't grow underground, without light. Unless they're told of in legends. xD

Can't wait! 'M stoked man. 8D

Reluctantly, Ecclesia allowed himself to take in the yowls of his leader, and arose shakily from his resting spot. His ears were perked, eyes focused on Tobbi. What was so important. What could possibly be so important. Ground rules. So we don't kill each other. As if we would. Of course, there was that one girl... the one who was paranoid all the time. Definitely capable, even if she didn't see it herself. She seemed timid enough, but...

OOC | bah, sorry I'm so late. :\

It was one of those days. She'd been having too many of these 'one of those days'. The depressing, horrid days where you just felt like laying around on your duff and staring into space. Aeropaw wouldn't let herself be seen doing that, not in public. So she'd went out to the moors for some time alone. And, just as she was about to immerse herself into some deep thinking, she heard a gasp from nearby. The shock of badger hit her scent glands, and she whirled onto her feet, fur raised and mouth opened in a surprised hiss. A badger! How did I not see that earlier? I don't recall being blind, dumb, and deaf... surely I would've heard it or something. And a cat, too! She heard Perdita scolding her in the backdrops of her mind. The whining yowls were quickly blocked from her mind. Without thinking, she ran towards the two, and the white and brown tabby flung herself at the giant beast, claws outstretched. As she thudded against its giant side, it turned to look boredly upon her futile attempts to harm it. "RUN!", she yowled to the other cat, a fellow WindClanner by the smell of it. A shame she could never remember the names of her Clanmates.

lol, yeah. i'm in category number 2, really gonna regret it tomorrow ;u;

Oooh, a challenge. I wanna try. I'll probably fail, but... xD

EDIT: ...nevermind. I give up. :'D

Agreed, you're doing great. :3

The kits' genetics were determined from the SilentstepxFoxstar pairing though. D:

You'd have the change them if the litter was from Snaketail. Well, maybe not. I dunno. /shrug

Awe, Groovy. D:

Gawds, you guys are geniuses! This is plotting like I've never seen before, haha. xD

[size=1]Lilycloud watched from below. Or rather, listened. There was not much to see,
but he did not know that. To him, this was all there was to see. What was light,
what was a shadow? There was only darkness. But he was glad of the distance
between he and his leader, glad she couldn't see his face. As if she would look
at him anyway. Foxstar wasn't known for caring about individuals or their opinions.
Only if those opinions were hostile or recalcitrant - anything that challenged her
ruling. Or so he'd heard. Lilycloud himself was unfamiliar with the proud she-cat.
His orders usually came from the Sieurs, not directly from his Queen.

The speech was well-controlled. He knew any other mother might've broken into a
fit of sobs, or at least let more sorrow seep through her words. As for him... well,
how could he grieve? He felt a pang of guilt, and something else. Fear? What would
she think of him if she knew he cared not for the welfare of her kits? He felt he
couldn't even acknowledge them as actually beings until they could form complete
sentences. At this moment, they were just a burden, something else to feed and
cater to. He could imagine the little bundles, wiggling around and fighting for
their mother's warmth. Spoiled things, they would be. From the Highstone he
heard movement, and a voice - it was asking questions, plainly flaunting concern.
He'd know that wretched voice anywhere - Vultureheart. Not that he was a bad
cat. It was just... his voice, so brusque. It definitely matched his rugged and
bulky appearance.

The others were silent, either from distress or the lack of subjects to speak of.
But he could smell them. The medicine cat, the litter's father, the Sieur of Hunters...
and Emberwing: the Sieur of Guards. Lilycloud served under the exotically handsome
tom, and was honored to do so. Such a strong cat, of high merit to the Clan. A
spontaneous burst of delight flowed through his chest. Maybe one day, he too
would be as valued as Emberwing. Was that going too far? The flare of pride
quickly faltered, smothered by embarrassment. Again, he heard noise from above.
Apparently in response to Vultureheart's prying, a string of answers hissed through
the cave to his ears, all spoken in that familiar trademark tone... ah, so like Emberwing.
Always annoyed. Vultureheart's fault for asking so many questions in his presence.
You'd think he'd know better by now.[/size]

OOC | Wait...

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She would go back when the she-cat came back, and go to the badgers nest, and kill it.

What do you mean in that sentence? xD

BIC | Aeropaw continued running, her paws pounding heavily on the ground. Her breath came in sharp gasps. The should-be-warrior didn't bother to look back. Each for themselves!

Share tongues, eh? Pfft... as if! How can you share tongues with something dead?!
Che. Don't waste our time with a giant ceremony, and maybe mourn for the kits
that lived! After all, this place is a hell-hole. Welcome to hell. A guard could never
rest. He'd thought apprenticeship was bad - and then when you got promoted, it
was even worse. There was no relief. Yet, Lilycloud was proud to hold such a
position. Even though he had that nagging feeling that he was just there as a number
- not an individual. He'd found his only use was throwing himself in front of his
partners, taking their blows for them. But it was a job he did well, one no one else
was willing to do - or waste their talent on. Sometimes he felt his only talent was
looking like a she-cat. And when did that come in use? As if rats cared what gender
you were - and regarding cats... well, you could easily scent one's gender! Somehow,
this had to be his mother's fault! She and her... she-cat-ness. Lilycloud's head was
bowed, shaking slowly back and forth. From a distance, it would look like he too was
grieving for the lost kit, Hopekit. But no, he was just pitying himself, as he often did.

A distant but clear wail echoed through and shattered his disgusting, indulgent
stream of thoughts. Not knowing yet the individual voices of the kits, he couldn't tell
whether or not the yelp belonged Foxstar's batch or not. Not that he cared. Maybe,
in all this turmoil, no one would notice him dozing off in the corner. A moment of
peace! Alas, it is a rare thing.