Posts by frostt

[size=7pt]ooc; activity check. What happened to Nora?
Btw, Aries was supposed to go with Necropsy to kitnap these kits.. I will pretend she did, but if you don't want her to i will edit.

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Necropsy was only slightly ruffled from his.. er.. encounter with the loners. Nevertheless, he returned to Necropolis, and boy, had a lot changed. The tom had not been gone long, but it seemed like moons had passed. With him, was Brytt, Nora, and Aries. Nora was leading the captive, full-grown cat, while Nora and Brytt were carrying two of the kits. One of the kits was in his own jaws. Necropsy was never good with kits, but they were good for Necropolis. That is, if they proved themselves worthy. If not, he would just kill them off. He was not sure how the other members would react. Walking into camp, his yellow eyes were blazing with pride.

Tangleheart was terrified. These cats had taken his kits, threatened his life, and forced him to go with them. They had told him little besides that he would be prisoner in this strange thing called Necropolis, and his kits would never know he was the true father. Even worse, his kits' lives still weren't safe yet. If they weren't 'worthy' they could be killed off. He just wanted Smallfeather. He wondered what she would think when she discovered he and the kits were missing. Surely she wouldn't think he ran off with them. The kits were so tiny and he could never carry them himself. Fear ate away at his heart as he stumbled into the Necropolis camp, a cat flanking both sides of him.[/size]

[size=7pt]Well, Festival is having sort of a problem.

His sister, Fiesta, has been behaving strange lately and has disappeared and the sensitive, caring tom is absolutely devastated. Because of this, his personality has been a bit cold lately juxtaposed with his normally energetic personality.

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=379239.0

He is so upset with this whole situation, he has ran off and got a little personal with some catnip for the first time..
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=452898.0

Well, bottom line, he is going to knock up a she-cat or two while under the influence of catnip. Will it be your she-cat? That is for you to decide.
He most likely won't have any feelings for the she-cat. We can talk about some sort of plot, but he will most likely either feel really bad about it and try as hard as he can to love the she-cat even if he doesn't have feelings for her... Or he will get even more stressed about it and go nearly insane.

I just thought it would be an interesting plot. He really is losing his mind lately and making really stupid decisions.

Anyway, he is a really cute long furred red tabby with white. His eyes are a light frosty blue color. For more info, read the spoiler.

His mother is Astrid and his father is Torren. [/size]

Necropsy had to drop the kit in his jaws before he could speak. "Yes" he mewed plainly. The tom never was big on words. Plus, he was getting a bit tired of being around other cats.

Prisoner? Tangleheart supposed that was him now. The shock of it hit him. He was a prisoner in this strange group. His kits, his little kits, were at the mercy of these foul beasts. The tabby could not do a thing about it. His heart ached for Smallfeather. Part of him wanted her here with him, the other, less selfish part of him, was glad she hadn't been captured.

Wow, now she was being double teamed while other cats sat around watching? Crypt was not happy. What was wrong with these cats? She didn't like fighting because it was stupid, but she couldn't stand cowards. If only she could ruin these cats' lives.. That would show them. Sadly, in the mix of all this unthought out emotion and stupidity, she wouldn't have the chance. Now, she would have to defend the honor of the Elite by fighting. Fighting. She really really wished she could ruin the other cats lives...

Crypt was caught up fighting with the huge cat, so she almost didn't notice the other cat leaping at her. Almost. She felt the claws of it rake down her side. It wasn't a terrible wound, but it was still a fairly decent one. She kicked her back legs at the cat, hoping to rake her powerful back legs across its face. That would show it. She let out a loud hiss with a bit of a snarl. What was wrong with these cats?

Crypt-- attacking Ravenwrath-- Elite

Festival felt guilty. Here he was, waiting for the perfect attack that may never come while the other Elite cats were already losing blood. Maybe he only cared about his family, but the tom had to do something or these cats would take over. He noticed a silvery pale calico she-cat being double teamed by some cats. He was sure he had seen her around the Elite before. So, she must be on his side. He hoped. He was never good at this fighting or cruel stuff. He preferred to be happy, energetic.. well, he used to be that way before his sister started acting funny. Now he was just depressed. Still, his sensitive side was always there. Fighting except if his family was in danger was off limits. Today, he had to make an exception. Kind of like the exception when he tried catnip? He pushed that out of his mind. He leapt at the smaller of the two cats. Yea, he was a coward, but so what? At least he was helping. Or trying.

Festival--attacking Ravenwrath-- Elite

The whole beauty of the plan was Necropsy was planning on asking Lavette or one of the other pregnant queens to nurse these kittens. Well, he was going to ask but imply that they didn't have much of a choice. They knew that he had a lot of say in whether their future kits would ever be high ranked or not, and he doubted any of them would want to hurt their kit's chances. He was a bit cruel, he had to admit. He knew Lavette was the closest of any of them before he left to kitting. "Has Lavette kitted yet?" he mewed, moving the kit in front of him to the side. If she hadn't, the kits would just have to wait. That would be interesting. If they didn't have food, it was up to the strongest kits to survive. Ah, natural selection. As interesting as that would be, Necropolis needed new kits right now.

Festival heard her speak. He didn't think he had heard a more beautiful voice before. It was like an angel. Like a beautiful bird. He didn't even care what it sounded like, it was just so dang pretty. "You're pretty" he mewed, already forgetting what she said. Boy, was this catnip affecting him. He was having a hard time keeping his 'cool.'

ooc; sorry if my RP seems a bit choppy and blah... i am doing it on purpose.. To go along with him being high on catnip xD

"So Lavette has kitted?" he mewed, not quite understanding what the she-cat was trying to say. He had a long day.. a long few days really.. and he was ready to go in his den, alone. But, being clan leader, he had responsibilities to take care of.

Tangleheart could not focus on what the cats were talking about. For all he knew, they could be speaking a different language. His eyes were glued to his kits, angry that they were being treated so badly. Except one she-cat. She seemed to try to keep his kit safe, even if she seemed to not know what to do with it. For some reason, she reminded him of Smallfeather a bit. His heart ached. Why had this happened to him? He just hoped his kits would be okay. That was pretty much the only thing that mattered. A bit of him resented Smallfeather now. If he hadn't left his clan for her, none of this nightmare would be happening.

A small brown tabby kitten with bold white markings mewed softly. In fact, most of the kitten's lower half of her body was white. She had no idea what was going on. She was terrified. She smelt the scents of many cats, but she had no idea who they were. What had happened?

It was a wonder Festival noticed the other she-cat enter the room. He was so lost in his own happy, pointless thoughts, he had almost forgotten about the she-cat right in front of his eyes much less a newcomer. He turned his head to the tabby that walked in. Was it just the catnip, or was she gorgeous as well. He sniffed the catnip again, and before he could talk to her, he became so lost in his thoughts he was just staring at her.

Finally, a bit of relief. Crypt would never, ever ask for help, but she couldn't help but feel a bit of relief when a red tabby, long-furred tom took the other cat off her paws. Relief? Crypt was shocked she felt any emotion. The adrenaline from the fight must be really getting to her.

Festival felt the claws of another cat slam into his shoulder. Why was he even in this fight? He was not a great fighter by any means. Surely these cats would slaughter him. He tried to spin around and lash out at the other cat's stomach, but his claws ended up aiming toward the tom's side.

Festival was really out of it. The tabby seemed to float. Maybe she was a spirit too? Hi he mewed, hardly getting the words out. They seemed.. stuck.. how curious.

Festival was lucky this time. His shoulder still stung a little from the blow the tom had tactfully placed before, but it was okay. He could feel the warmth and wetness as a small amount of blood clotted in his thick fur. He just really hoped he would be okay. Maybe this tom wouldn't kill him. His luck allowed him to just barely miss the tom's next blow.

Festival lashed out at the deputy's throat. It wasn't the greatest attempt, but maybe it would draw some blood. He was so unsure of where to attempt to attack, the throat was the only place that seemed to make sense at the moment.

Festival- Elite- Attacking Temporaldance

Tangleheart barely focused long enough to hear the cat say something to him. He didn't want to leave! He wanted to stay with his kits. He debated making some sort of scene, refusing to leave them, but it was useless. The kits were too little to remember this last bold act, and he would be quickly overpowered and embarrassed. Instead, he tried to keep a blank, emotionless face. He pulled his ears back slightly and followed, his tail high in the air as though he would not allow himself to be defeated by these cats. Leaving his kits was 1,000x harder than he thought it would be and his paws felt as heavy as lead.