Posts by Jemmylissa

Form-
Cat Pose- Sitting facing us
Apperance- Basically my avvie, but he has a scar across his muzzle as well, and can you make it so that one of his eyes is amber and the other is glowing violet? (There's a legend behind this, you can ask about it if you want)
Username- Jemmylissa

Striker jumped out of the hollow. "I'm hunting. No one's going to stop me." He stalked off into the shadows of the forest.

Do I get a pic before you do? *pouts*

OOC: Ya want me to randomly join as a young rambunctious she-cat that has no particular motive behind her randomness and extremely resembles Squirrelflight?

Striker was stalking a mouse. He was just ready to pounce when the yelps and the thundering of Berrystar's pawsteps scared it off. "Stupid, stupid...!" he yelled. He sniffed the air and recognized the leader's scent. "Berrystar, come out and face me! I'm not scared of you!"

@Ivyheart- yeah, sure! :)

@Wafflez- HI! HI! HI! HI! HI!
Okay, your form looks good considering it's your first, but just a little something: The gemstone quartz isn't on the list in the first post, and neither is that prophecy. So please take a look at the first post on the first page, and then select a gemstone from that list, kay?

(BTW you might want to figure out what I meant by 'login username...' it's like on wiki, how you log in with the user name Wafflez44. That's your login username. Your screen name right now, here, is also Waffles44 (except you spelled it with an 's'). So... yeah.)

BUT HI!!!

Striker ignored Firestorm and Duststorm. He stalked around Berrystar. "And I'd think you would've learned that I'm not to be messed with." He stopped talking to purr in a low, evil-sounding voice. In a careless tone with his head tilted to the side, he began speaking again. "After you exiled us, Misty and I headed out to beyond your borders. We don't have borders. We are free to go as we please. I'm happy. And yet you cower inside your borders, expecting us to stay out." He stopped walking and towered over the leader with his teeth bared. "Do you think I'm afraid of your stench?" he spat. His fur rose along his spine and his eyes narrowed. "Do you think I'm going to live by your rules?" He calmed down a little and started pacing again. "I will not. Think what you may, but this life is mine to control, not yours." He paused and glanced at Berrystar. "Foolish old cat," he purred. "Maybe you should just run along to your little nest in your little den in your little camp. Then maybe the great Striker will leave you alone." He faked melancholy. "All I want is to be left alone to my own life. Think about it. I will wait." He sat down just inside the shadows and started grooming himself.

You wake up to a very different scenery than you are used to. You can't decide if it is night or day; the land seems to waver between them. Nothing is the way things used to be for you. How did you get here, you wonder. There's no chance you'll be able to go back. You seem to be standing in the middle of this strange place, and it streches on in every direction for as far as you can see. The only thing you can do is wait.
Suddenly you feel a presence behind you. As you turn around, a large cat is standing over you. Its head is bowed and its eyes are closed. It doesn't move.
You walk around it, cautiously. Its paws are the size of a medium-sized boulder in the land you are from. It has glimmering fur that looks, like the land, as though it can't decide what it's trying to be. You stop walking and just stare. The cat's eyes open... and they turn right on you.
"Hello," the cat says in a soft voice. It sounds much too small for such a giant cat. You blink with wide eyes, and the next thing you know, the giant cat is gone and a regular-sized white and grey she-cat is in its place. She starts to walk toward you. "Hello," she says again. "I am Agdalen. I can see you are confused, but do not be. "If you will let me, I will guide you."
You feel a soft breeze ruffle your fur. Agdalen's voice is so soft and moving, you know somewhere deep inside of you that you can trust her. You take a step forward. The breeze grows into a wind, and through narrowed eyes you see Agdalen moving with the wind as though she is the wind. Soon, it settles down, and Agdalen walks toward you again, from the same place she was before. You do not understand what is going on, but Agdalen motions for you to follow her. You stand up and do so.

Welcome! This is a land without an official name. Most cats refer to it as the Land of the Dark of Light and the Black of White. If you would like to join us, please tell us a little bit about yourself. We are not warriors here; we cherish peace. Our names are nothing like a warrior's, and we do not have an apprentice and mentor system. There is no named leader, but Agdalen is most familiar with it and understands it best. Please, do not be afraid to visit Agdalen in the Cave of Agdalen's Wind. In fact, we would like you to visit her. Here is the information we would like you to tell Agdalen:

Cat's Name:
Name Pronunciation:
Cat's Description:
Cat's Eye Color:
Brief History (optional):
Any Relations:
New Territory Addition (may serve as the cat's home, or may just be to add to the territory; each cat is allowed one):

We hope to have many cats here. So far, these are the cats who live here.
Agdalen
Cayenne

The territory:

-Cayenne's Den-

Striker stopped grooming, but still he sat feigning calmness. Inside, though, he was screaming, I'll have YOU know that I have never been afraid in my life! Stupid! Stupid! Out loud, all he said was, "Maybe we're all cowards. After all, we hide from Twolegs, run from dogs, flee from monsters. We're all the same. If you would simply join me, we could all see eye to eye, as equals." He held back a vicious smile.

Striker felt Misty's touch and bristled. He turned his head around. When he saw her eyes, he looked a little alarmed. What...?! Why is she here? If I lose her...! He shook his head madly and turned back to the Clan cats, forcing his fur to lie flat.

Striker turned his head to the side with a smirk back in the Clan cats' direction. "So be it, then," he said, in a voice that sounded almost peaceful. He raised his head back up to face them. "I suppose I can't make your minds for you."

Okay, Ney`ite, the form looks good except for one thing. The fire opal is already being worn by another cat. Please choose a different gemstone. And in the last section, the How the Gemstone Prophecy will Be Fulfilled, it doesn't mean 'what is the prophecy associated with that gemstone,' it meanse 'looking at the prophecy associated with that gemstone, what will happen in the cat's life that will fulfill that prophecy?'.

Blackthorn woke up in the warriors' den with a grunt. "There aren't enough warriors to do anything with patrols," he grumbled to himself. He stood up and padded out of the den, stifling a yawn.

OOC: Okay, I can be a mentor. :)
Dawnpaw's RPer just has to know about Blackthorn's personality...

IC: Blackthorn looked around camp for any awake cats. He could at least attempt to put together a small border patrol.

As soon as we get a couple more cats.

Sorry, but Star Diopside is already in use too, Ney`ite. On the first comment, read the part that is colored RED. That lists the gemstones that are in use.

CokeCat, that would be great, thanks! :)

Striker held back a smirk. "Too bad. I guess I'll just have to leave you alone... after I do THIS!" He unsheathed his claws and leaped onto the leader's back. He sank his fangs in and held on with a death grip.

OOC: Can he make Berrystar lose a life?

You're added, we can start RPing on this page anytime

Agdalen's wind came upon Cayenne. Her white fur was invisible against the wind. Soon she made it settle down, and revealed herself to Cayenne. "Hello," she said in a low, soft, mysterious voice.

Striker lashed out with his claws. He had recently sharpened them on an old steel Twoleg object. They were sharper than thorns. He struck Duststorm right across the nose, and a bridge of blood welled out from the wound.