Posts by shadowburst

_{I wish to adopt out buttercup for you in hopes that it will relieve you of your duties posting with her. In short, I'm interested.}

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_{[font=georgia][sub]A smoke tortie strut along the beach, head held high and violet optics displaying a contemptuous glare to those who dared to meet it. Who was this young tortie, painted in shades of tortoiseshell and covered in a sheen of ghastly, pristine fur that radiated with a brilliant sheen? This was buttercup, the daughter of Permafrost; who's name was as ironic as her looks, to say the least. Jaunting over to the hotel hurriedly, Buttercup cursed as her slender legs gently tapped the hardened floor, and seeing as Perma wasn't watching, she could do whatever the hell she wanted. But hell, she would've done that anyway, seeing as her worthless mother couldn't whip into shape nowadays, and when she was there, she didn't make a good job of it. A few bastards had nothing better to do than to stand in her way, so she shoved past them, and gave them a few choice words as well, to say the least. '' Losers.'' She thought with a small hmmph, and swiveled her head in the direction her room, pissed as always, and raising her tail above her head, knowing there were other jokers around that just loved playing with it. Unfortunately for them, it wasn't mutual, not in the least, and she made that known. As she made her arrival, one could see that the young feline began to relax, and found a nice, warm spot where she could rest, curling her lithe bodice into a tight ball. Any sensible cat would know not to disturb this sleeping prom queen, and those who didn't -- well, you know the story.}

THIS THREAD CANNOT DIE T^T

Help me revive this shiz.

I think everyone on WCRPG has posted on the Heartfang chat at least twice. o.o

_{You know, I think I might be the inventor of the infamous post filter, '' TWB ''. xD}

_{When I was a noob, I couldn't think of what to write when I was aimlessly floating around in this old thread, so I posted TWB { the wind blew } and everyone was like '' what's dat ?''. I thought since they were new, they didn't know the slang, so I went around and said it around some, older, experienced members, and they said '' whats dat? '' '' everyone says the wind blew man. ''. So then a month later I saw tons of people using it, and want my royalties..NOW..please.}

_{If you could hear the ruffle of leaves as a small being scurried along them, you were using your ears. And if you could see a sleek, yet course coat of fur covering a small bodice, then you were using your eyes. But if you were using you mind, surely you would be confused by this occurrence. A young rat, seen in the eyes of any feline as a tasty, and sometimes nasty, though through and through a hearty snack has decided, using a sane mind, to venture into this territory, fully aware of the dangers ahead. Rather, he is not scared, but as calm and assertive as can be, because this odd devil is a manipulative soul that though seems inferior, possesses the calculating thought process of an evil mastermind hidden with in his minuscule cranium. He has perfected his cat language by living in the home of a twoleg who took quite the liking to keeping, and hoarding kittypets. Hearing them converse at an unbearable rate, this rodent, dubbed Roscuro, has learnt to perfect, and with a smooth tongue, coerce many cats using this new found speech, and was ready to live amongst them, for his own ulterior motive. '' Hello? '' He squeaked, using his feline language now. '' I need assistance. '' He knew he couldn't just waltz into their settlement, so this was by far his best bet, and his worst.}

_{I really want to name one of my cats batman..really bad. :3}

_{''Why, with joining your wonderful establishment of course,'' The rat said, letting a smirk play apart the corners of his mouth. Truly, he needed to seem anything but noncommittal in order to appease this feline, as she seemed like more of the emotional, rather than wild, instinctive type. As he finished his basic sentence, he knew that it would be quite the laugh to see a rat live with a group of stray cats, but to him it was nothing but an opportunity to showcase his ideas to a mass of more than just himself. Ready to dart at any second the rat twitched his almond shaped ears and lifted his fleshy nose, trying to sniff for any danger. You know, in the food chain, rats aren't to high up there, and with that being a true fact in this world, a rodent such as him self had to have a lot of caution, and a dash of paranoia.}

^{Interested! I actually have been waiting for this clan to start back up, and I am very supportive of the timeskip now that my muse has returned. Count me in.}

^{Prodigy sighed, a deep breath escaping his mouth as he saw his name was not among those honored. It looks like..he really wasn't a true prodigy. His ego, his boisterous personality, everything about him relied on the assurance that he would, one day, seize a position of leadership. Strike, Toxic, Zaruku, they all passed the gate--and he was left behind, something that he had never felt since he lost his way from the Daggernecks. There was only one answer for something like this, the surefire response to every disappointment in his life; self-hatred, self disgust, and hardheartedness. Prodigy began to despise himself for not achieving his goals, and miserably clawing and scratching to have the mere opportunity to get there. His muscular body now tensed like a little boy about to cry, the assassin let his broad head drop, and couldn't bear to look up and see the condescending grins of everyone around him. His throat felt tight, almost strained and torn, and his eyes were shut as his tail fell to the ground and got caked in the darkened earth. '' Some prestige, some savior, some warrior, some hero..some..prodigy I am. '' The brown tabby couldn't to be himself form a moment, and it tore him apart. The truth simply was so; he just couldn't live up to his name. '' Congratulations, all of you.'' He said, raising his head. '' You..you surely deserved all you received. '' He tried to leave, but his claws embedded in the ground, stopped him. Inside, he was silently waiting for matanca to she she forgot one special cat--one cat with the heart and desire that comes once in a lifetime, that she wanted to promote him. Too bad that was just a sick dream.}

^{Prodigy's ears twitched slightly as he heard his name called by matanca. Could..could this be? Or was he just delusional. Surely he had to further investigate, and modestly, he silently wished that his leader had something; anything for him. The brown tabby's lanky bodice proceeded to lumber over to the Queen with an anxiety that could either by seen as a willingness to get it over with, or a wanting to implore what he had been given. He stepped up to the authority he faced, and wondered if this was the moment of his dreams, or the time of his life. A feeling like this took him way back, to the time when he told everyone that could walk on all fours that he would be the best of all time. That he would be what he always wanted to be, and that feeling thrilled him, sent adrenaline coursing through his veins, and made him feel like he was shocked back into reality--and a new life ahead. He raised his broad head and swiveled his head around to see the faces of the judging and the jealous, and looked at them not as competition, but as brothers and sisters, a sort of family to be exact. Family, what an odd word, a word he'd never been known to understand.}

^{Adrianna was always open to change, and this change, though big, did not shock her or rattle her bones. Instead, she felt renewed by this fresh start and hoped the best for her new leader, unlike those who couldn't cope with the fact that they lost a trustworthy authority. The bengal grinned kindheartedly at her stepfather, and as her petite bodice found a place in the crowd, she proceeded to observe the reactions of others, and was glad to see some positive face brightening up the place. The golly daughter of Fairydust kept her ears perked, expected another announcement, small or big, to b made. She had to stick around anyway--she wanted to conserve with her friends and family on the matter. It seemed like a few expressions were the antithesis of hers however, and she wanted no dispute to break about, so she stayed away from those felines in particular.}

^{I'm so excited right now. The roleplay got a little juicier with the new promotions. xD}

[sup]'' If it is of no trouble, I would like the rank of Counselor. '' The tom replied in a firm tone, but a soft volume, mirroring Matanca's course of action. His tastes had indeed changed, as she had said, and for a few simple reasons he had yet to explain. But they were there, floating in his mind, but for anyone who knew him well it wasn't hard to see what influenced his decision. One, he had grown to a state of higher maturity and saw the glory class as a way to get more respect without earning a shred of it; and two, he wanted to do more and give to the Daggernecks, rather than just be a sack of meat and bones. So to him, the choice was simple. Al who he had ever looked up to took this street--Blindside, Amor, and Zaruku, who he had grown to respect. If they had all done it to contribute to the Daggernecks in a more proactive way, why would he stray from this path? The brown tabby sat straight, no doubt in his mind that this was what he wanted, because there really was no reason not to be proud of his choice. He waited for Matanca to take it in and announce the rank that he was given, and he was more anxious than ever to give rightful judgement unto those who have done wrong by his beloved group, and fulfill his dreams of achieving the Daggerneck collar.

_{Prodigy's lanky structure gracefully dipped into the throng of cats on Matanca's command, already drowning in anxiety for the take-over. This would be the chance for him to showcase his current leadership and disciplinary skills by showing ho he could handle a group of noisy, stubborn, and sometimes violent cats. But the counselor believed there was no task he couldn't complete, so in his mind this was no trouble mat all, and that confidence he had was more of a pro than a con in this situation. However, something did strike him. How could he be sure that these cats would listen to him; being a new, non-respected position of power? If this turned out to be a mess, the young tabby would be of partial blame, which would sully his image and diminish his trust from the other Counselors. He waved his tail in response to Zaruku's modest congratulations, and glanced around, pressed against furry bodies and moistened by warm breaths as hes shifted around. This was uncomfortable for him in the least, and for once he wished he was a lubricated slab of rubber that could just slip out in a matter of seconds. But that wasn't him, and fitting that lanky, yet muscular body through everyone else was too difficult for Prodigy.}

Should we keep posting on this thread or create a different one as space mentioned?

[b]kit name; Gatepup- mentor; none in mind

^{Young Gatepup was merely an infant, unknowing and inexperienced; which made it natural for him to seek knowledge through the outlet of curiosity. As the gunmetal pelted canine planted each minuscule paw on the ground, he weaved and wobbled, a bit top-heavy despite his lanky frame, and not quite good on legs legs yet. But his snout dared to go further, and the puppy leaned forward and took a slight sniff, overwhelmed by the bombarding smells that entered his nose, and choked him a bit with their strong odor. And with his ears, he was basically thrown of his feet by the loud sounds and noises that were hell to a sensitive dog such as he. Unprepared for the world ahead, he ventured further onto the shag carpeting of the club, and was blinded by the radiating strobe lights that were littered throughout the large space. Bass echoed and his body was shaken by the vibration, but to some, this was a fun event; and anyone would know how much children love the concept of fun.}

Evidently, I'm a noob, and by fortuitous circumstance I found this board and would love to be welcomed by the community. :)

^{Now Gatepup, 1 moon away from being a full-fledged apprentice, had by now realized how anti-social his nature was, and how far-fetched the mere thought of him getting a date was. By now he was supposed to be at that age in which he made a ''turning point'' and actually cared about become intimate with the opposite sex. But, as always, he didn't feel any attraction to anyone other than his family, which was a whole different circumstance and a whole different kind of love than what people where always talking about. Listening from the shadows, the gunmetal canine finally mustered up the courage to ask the two chattering felines a question. '' What's the point of dating, anyway?'' He inquired, lowering his ears in slight embarrassment. Here he was, asking such a ridiculous question, and what made it even worse was that it was spontaneously uttered, or out of the blue. He knew that they would turn their heads and walk away from him, as everyone else did, but raising his lengthy snout, he had a glimmer of hope in his cocoa optics that these two cats would give him a chance. His tail thumped rhythmically on the ground as most dog's tails did, and he waited solemnly for a response, but didn't expect one.}

^{The son of pyre and twilight nodded. His questions were answered, but still, he wanted more. He wanted to know why dating wasn't a things to do on Lostpaw's list even though he had been told that at this age, females were ''boy crazy'' or something along those lines. The hybrid wolfhound smiled at the mention of parties. '' Parties,'' He began, '' You mean like this one? ''.
He glanced around at all of the animals around him and opened his mouth to speak once more. '' Unlike you, I've never had much friends, and the only reason I came here was to make a few. But people usually are gone before I get a chance to speak. Thanks for giving me the pleasure of conversation; both of you.'' The wolf was truly grateful, for he was one of the only ones who didn't take friendship for granted; since he desired it more than anything in the world, and the intelligent hound only intimidated others with his smarts, and deterred others with his scrawniness and lack of brawn.}