Posts by blackbeauty

Thanks for the app! Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

Well, we haven't chosen yet, but when we do, the kitting thread will be posted here. :P

Right now there is only one slot open, because the mother is almost five years old and this is her first litter. But if we get a ton of apps, we will accept two people just to make it more fair for everyone. :)

Cupcake Sweetie, the kits are slated to be born on the equinox (;D) which is March 20th so we will be picking probably a week or two before that in order to give everyone who wants to apply enough time to do so.

Thanks for the apps, Princess Sky and Silvy (P.S. that adult pic is gorgeous!)

Some name ideas: Sootcloud, Inkblot, Blackhawk, Ashfoot (though that sounds kind of like Asphalt, her uncle), Ripplebreeze, Charcoaldust ...

You could also check out this list: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=60472.0

As for future plans, I can't speak for Clover, but personally it all depends on context. Meaningful deaths can be great. Deaths just for the heck of it often stink. Same for moving -- if they have a plausible reason to just up and leave, more power to them. But if they don't, it doesn't move the plot along and just makes Whitestreak sad. That's why I said talk to us first, not that it's outlawed. :P

mini bump :)

Hey, sorry to just piggyback on this thread, but I used someone else's code to have music auto play when someone goes to my profile page, and it works great, except the bar doesn't show so people can pause it. I know I hate when some song totally messes with my flow, and I can't find a way to turn it off without exiting the page or muting the sound on my computer

This is the code by the way. It looks like gibberish to me but it might mean something to you?

Thanks, Tree! I'm pretty clueless about this kind of stuff *facepalm*

small bump!

which just so happens to be an ed sheeran song … ;)

Great! :)

(secret bump)

lori : Can't wait!

//mobile

lori , loving it so far!

(secret bump)

//mobile

Thanks! :)

BUMP.

Haha, if we don't get any more apps it could be sooner, but it probably won't be for another three weeks or so! Sorry for the wait :(

BUMP.

BUMP :)

b u m p

We're thinking of actually deciding on the 1st if no one else applies ... can you last a week and a half? :P

Whitestreak had been napping in the warrior's den, although she was slowly building a nest in the nursery for her upcoming stay there. It was hard to find the soft materials she wanted, given the barren landscape outside the trees. She longed for the long, soft grass of the moors, which could be weaved into a comfortable bed fairly easily. The blue and white tabby awoke from terrible dreams, although there was nothing overtly horrifying about them, just an ominous overtone. She shook the lingering images from her head -- large featherless birds wheeling in the sky over the hills of her homeland -- and got to her feet, taking the time to stretch and work out all the kinks in her back. The extra weight of her belly assured that she was almost never comfortable anymore, but she figured it was a small price to pay.

Padding out through the small tunnel that could barely fit two cats abreast, the pregnant she-cat was surprised to find that her mate was no longer by the entrance. A frown appearing on her maw, she went on a small search, her tail's twitching increasing in frequency as her anxiety builded. He wasn't in the camp, that was for sure, and she couldn't quite pin down why that bothered her so. After all, Magmaflare was a seasoned warrior, more than capable of fending for himself out in the still unfamiliar territory. Whitestreak chalked it up to her impending kitting; maybe it was only natural that she couldn't bear to be far from the father of her litter.

The queen decided on a whim to follow his scent, heading out into the warm glow of Sundown. The sudden balmy temperatures had started to melt the snow, for which she was glad. Her kits would be lucky enough to escape the cold and the dangers it brought for the first moons of their lives, though that meant that they would be apprentices when Leafbare came, training in the early morning frost and hunting when blizzards came. Again, she had to push away the distractions, and focus on the task at paw. The mud made it relatively easy to track his path, and she was happy to find that her foot fit perfectly inside his print.

By the time she arrived at his location, the white lower half of her body was flecked with brown, and she had left a trail of tufts of gray fur behind, unable to squeeze through the thickets as easily as his slim frame. He looked so peaceful, face turned to Silverpelt, the little pinpricks just starting to appear in the darkening sky. Silently she came to his side, his smokey black pelt blending into hers until it looked like they were one. Even though outwardly Magmaflare seemed relaxed, Whitestreak could sense stress rolling off the tom like waves. She knew better than to inquire after their cause though, considering how well things had gone the last time she had done that.

'Cause this is what you've waited for
A chance to even up the score

Whitestreak felt the scrutiny of his gaze, and exhaled a bit in surprise as her unborn offspring seemed to squirm, as if they too were aware of it, and knew what it meant. She too kept her composition, hiding her disappointment that her mate was still opposed to the idea of kits, smothering it with the hope she carried like a flame in her heart, sheltering it from the wind of the naysayers. He would warm up and soften when he could see them for himself, when he could fall in love with them like she already had. She was sure of it, for he truly cared for her, even though Asphalt would have said it was impossible.

If he didn't, it would break her heart, without a doubt, and those of their litter, once they could understand such pain. But maybe not. She certainly had never felt anything more than apathy towards her father, but maybe that was because he was never there. To have a parent physically within reach, but emotionally distant was another thing all together.

(Blah. Most of my muse is being taken up by this)