Posts by Levi

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  • WAVE YOUR FLAG // open, citadark's club

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]The male Count invited himself into Citadark's low-roofed cabin, taking everything in on the first sweep. The room's four corners were each occupied by various doohickeys to run the club. Recently-caught refreshments, sticks and stones, a small podium, and a vacant barricaded circle, the arena.
    Bermuda shot a backwards glance to the doorway. Once more tribers arrived, the ocelot would likely continue with a full explanation, meeting times, the specifics. He'd wait. (rushed)

  • PRESSURE, PRESSURE {{might want to take a peek}} POISON AT THE CORE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]Pop stood stock-still a floor down from the turmoil, his torn, tufted ears flattening against his skull. Between the demonic cries of his leader, her accusations and demands, the retorts of both Sandstar and Hiddenwolf, all was oddly quite. The various onlookers had been scared into silence. But Mysticstar, it wasn't her. Burning a forest down to the ground, killing ParadiseClanners, it wasn't her. Her selfish love for Hiddenwolf. No, it couldn't . . .
    (rushed)

  • sup bras [i need a huge recap]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]Scene~!
    Some rank names have been changed too.
    Scribes to Counts, Healer/Healer Trainee to Doctor/Doctor Assistant, Members to Barons, Trainees to Baronets, Queens to Dames.


    You might be able to post in the (stickied) ToMS Awards thread before it officially closes, even though we've started counting already.

  • Miracle Bay {{WINNER ANNOUNCED!}}

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]At the torbie's summonings, he rounded the iron stairs, slinking his way to Maripaw's spotted side. Punctual enough. He had managed to snag all of what Mystic had to say about this eureka moment. It seemed, after roaming along endless tunnels - the effect of the earlier quake - a second, nameless cove had been uncovered, underneath the cliffs of gull rocks.


    At the next low tide, Pompeii would buddy up perhaps, and have a look at it for himself. If his creative juices were flowing well enough, then the contest was no problem.


    He fixed his pale gaze on the TidalClan leader once more. "Will there be some sort of deadline? How many days will we have, do you reckon?"

  • You can't take me {Open; kit joining?} I'm free

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]"What brings you here, kid? You didn't swim all the way across, did you?" Inland was approximately a half-mile away, the trip far too intense for someone of Timer's age. Was there another feline who dropped him off? If so, why? Had the TidalClanners missed them already?


    The Spy Apprentice stationed himself a bit behind the gathered group of Twi, Marina and Waterpaw, looking at the kitten askance.

  • yo what up SUCKAAAS / open, bhr patrol

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]The Black Hearts, was it now? It'd been a while.
    Bermuda appeared behind the two young siblings without a word, solely regarding the bearded vulture and his female companion. His long, twig-thin tail twitched every so often, patience dropping with every wasted second. What was it this time? Another soirée, a request for battle aid . . . ?

  • POUR THAT INTO THAT THERE THINGAMAJIG ;; science club

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]"Space, I suppose," he said in a quiet monotone, "Is interesting." Bermuda closed in on the group, the newest addition to the clubs, raising his sharp green gaze to its leader, Crackedmirrors. Yes, space, the final frontier . . . They were just a speck on Earth, which was a speck in the solar system, which was a speck in the Milky Way, which was a speck in the universe. The Count blinked, catching his runaway thoughts, awaiting a response from the female opposite him.

  • just a regular ol' run of the mill hunting trip [o]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]One could normally find the tom exposed out on a cottage's roof, eavesdropping, enjoying the view, eating, thinking, whatever it may be. All in his downtime of course. There seemed to be a lot of that lately, and today was no exception. Yet Ballad --


    "I'm comin'," Bermuda informed in a short grunt. With a single leap, he was again level with the three tribers, but kept a good three feet between them all, as if they bore the plague. "Where were you thinking of going, Ballad?"

  • Lumiere bay

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]"I'll check it out with you two." Pop gave a light shrug of his shoulders, moving to stand by the younger TidalClanners, the half-siblings Melon and Haribo. The new cove he'd of course visited once or twice, and another look wouldn't hurt.

  • even angels have their wicked schemes [death - o]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]With limbs like lead, Pompeii moved in an awkward gait down the beach, and eventually to the shoreline. Old? The 'paw was still far from it. But tired, 150% yes -- weary from another insomniac night, slightly delusional and a bit irritable. He had camped out by the dunes even, to avoid being a nuisance back in their three-story camp. And thus, the Spy Apprentice had slowly took note of the AM hubbub by the water, far too late to do anything though. And thus, he dragged himself to the scene, not exactly knowing what to expect.


    He blinked down at the dead apprentice, appearing confused, the gears in his mind taking their time to turn. "No," the smoke murmured, nearly incoherent. "The boy's already passed." Pop fidgeted uncomfortably, assuming a new position at Waterpaw's side before blankly looking at the faces of the gathered TidalClanners. "Help carry him towards the lighthouse, will one of you?"

  • even angels have their wicked schemes [death - o]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]The islander glanced up at his young volunteers, like the action acquired some sort of effort. A moment or two passed before he moved again. Blowing out his cheeks and averting his gaze, Pop lowered down to ground level, face to face with Waterpaw. Did it hurt to die? he thought dramatically. Probably so, someway, somehow, but still living seemed harder. To watch one pass would be more painful than passing itself, perhaps . . . ? They had all lost someone today, a clanmate, a brother, a friend, right? It likely wasn't a first for anyone, definitely not for the smoke. But then -


    Blinking again, Pompeii, with mild difficulty, supported half of the lifeless torbie on his broad shoulders. The others would help as they promised, even if three was more than plenty.


    The spy in training started back up the beach, focusing on the regular movement of his paws.

  • GIGGLE ( joining )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]"They don't know you're here, I see, but the question is," The thick-coated tomcat took small and unhurried strides over to the trespassing filly and growing group of TidalClanners. "Will they come looking for you?" Basically, will Reticent be missed enough to send out a search patrol of revengeful anti-clanners. If so, her chances of joining were likely lower. While they all had a decent recovery time, another skirmish, no matter the size, wasn't something anyone needed at this time. With winter, all the undertrained apprentices and the butt-load of kits right behind them, with a short supply of warriors, so and and so forth.


    Pompeii squinted at the young, gray horse, flickering his tail. An heir or leader would also likely show up soon, as they nearly always did.

  • hello teacher tell me what's my lesson [ open, patrol ]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]Bermuda began the descent down the marble stairs, chewing a vestige of red-breasted robin, the last bite of his quick morning meal. The lanky tom skipped the last few steps, going airborne for a heartbeat before being pulled down to the ground with a very faint thud. He had arrived at the castle's ground level, to answer the rallying call of the Darling.


    Licking his lips, he entered the area just as Ballad's question had been voiced.

  • ++Tidalclan HUB (Guide, HPs, Family Tree, HP Requests, Etc)

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  • hello teacher tell me what's my lesson [ open, patrol ]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]The Storm Triber glimpsed up from his slow and steady pacing which had started up not too long ago, acknowledging their exchange with a neutral grunt. It made no difference to him really. He'd go with the flow to speed things along here. Even if that meant doubling the patrol's work with hunting, or inching their way around practically the whole mountain.


    "Sure, fine." Bermuda spoke his first words upon in his arrival in a low mutter. "If you Effie, might lead the way . . . ?"
    (no muse)

  • just a regular ol' run of the mill hunting trip [o]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]Bermuda made due with a plain, short nod at the Host's reply, before his gaze fell distractedly to the young stoat. "Yes, crabs - shelled little things with pincers that hurt quite badly. They're almost the size of you, little miss. . . . You'll see."
    But, uh, yes, the south face received his stamp of approval. Prey should still be loitering about before hibernation or migration, or death, whatever it is they did when winter kicked in. If not there, the whole mountainside was still available.


    "Whenever your ready." He flourished his long and slim tail, a gesture to Ballad to lead off and head the group.


    (lm)

  • TRICK OR TRICK!! || Open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sup]"Tch." The shorthaired materialized opposite his fellow Count, intersecting her path. "We'd be getting no where, you know, Nala."


    The endless back and forth game between the two groups had come to an end, he had believed, quite a while ago. No more blood had been spilled since those now meaningless wars. It had been something that was tiring, that slowly but surely would've tore the seams of both groups. No one even knew what they're trying to achieve anymore, especially the Storm Tribe. Their old, apathetic leaders had -


    Bermuda stopped himself from continuing on with the internal history lesson, blinking down at the tabby. The point was, all that shit was why Showerkissed called for a truce between the two. He could just hope it was still in effect.


    "Though, if you've got any other names, let's here them." The prank idea wasn't too shabby, he thought. Sounded . . . fun. There were still plenty of others to laugh at, allies or the cats within the tribe even.