Posts by russet

[size=3]A[/size][size=1]ngry laughter filled the night air. "I'm sure," Gorsefang replied, not nearly as harsh as his previous comment. His claws itched for a fight, but he figured it would be better for him to keep the blood from flowing; for now. His flicked his ear, eyes flickering to the stream of blood trickling from the vole he massacred. "...as if they could," Gorsefang's addition was so silent that he barely heard it himself. He knew he was one of the best fighters the forest had seen, but he tried not to show his Clanmates. If they found out, they would fear him, and that wasn't about how he would start a rebellion, not now. He was sure that, as soon as the time was right, some heads would roll. His green eyes reflected his thoughts, Zerogravity could probably tell what he was thinking. Gorsefang looked away.[/size]

I'll get on that everyone!

Here yall go:

Faezer:

Flowing:

Lily:

Gorsefang turned his head, "Meet me here at moonhigh!". He disappeared. (New thread).

OOC: I made it, Zerogravity will be there also. It's called Bloody Pawsteps.

Cat's Name: Clover
Cat's Age: 20 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>Clover is jet black. She's sleek, her fur gorgeous with a lusturous stream. She has striking green eyes, where she got her name. Clover is small, delicate. Clover isn't much of a fighter, but she's a skilled hunter. She's quite pretty.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Clover is a typical, laid back loner. She's quite friendly, and always tells the truth. Clover is quite kind, taking pity on any loner she runs into. She loves kits, and longs for a strong, broad-shouldered handsome mate. Clover is loving, and acts like a leader. She's honest, and tried to make her descisions on what will make everyone else but herself happy.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Clover was born to a loner, in WindClan territory. A rogue killed her mother and brother. Clover never met her father. She grew up in care of a barn cat, where she learned her hunting skills. The barn cat was skilled with herbs also, and died of old age. She wandered into Clan territory once, and from the Clan's responce, she dosen't plan to return. </blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>Okay, name is changed! And I checked the list this time lol.</blockquote>

Yeah Flash! We should soon! To Kiara: LOL

<blockquote>[size=3]G[/size][size=1]orsefang gasped. He hadn't realized it was that obvious. He swiped a paw over his ear. Greatwhite had approached. Gorsefang murmured a greeting. The moonlight had shifted, and now the trio was under a magical beam. Gorsefang seemed like a ghost in the light, with a blue-silver pelt. He thought of something quickly. The tom needed a lie that would continue to keep Greatwhite with him, but also to convince Zerogravity that he had these thoughts. Gorsefang could tell, that by the familiarness in Zerogravitiy's voice, that look in his eye, that he'd had them too.

"Well," Gorsefang murmured softly, "I try to be a loyal, strong ThunderClan warrior. But sometimes, when I sleep, and sometimes even when I'm awake, I get these terrible, horrible throughs and visions. Once, I was getting freshkill, and I looked over at Nightstar, and she was standing in a pool of her own blood. Bloody pawprints traced all the way back to me, and my paws were matted with it. I blinked, and it was gone," Gorsefand finished his story. He gazed over at Greatwhite and whispered, "He gets them too."[/size]</blockquote>

Okay sorry, I meant to say Moss isn't much if a fighter, but she's a brilliant hunter.

XD typo

<blockquote>[size=3]A[/size][size=1]cornpaw saw Sandfang's paw coming towards her, and managed to clumsily scramble out of the way. Her mentor's weight slammed into her though, and Acornpaw was shoved to the ground. The apprentice dared not show her belly, so she got back on her feet. Alas, Sandfang pushed her down once more. Acornpaw darted up, and leaped over her mentor. Her back legs caught something though, and she landed behind Sandfang with am ungraceful THUD. Acornpaw, now breathing quite heavily, scrambled to her paws.[/size]</blockquote>

<blockquote>[size=3]A[/size][size=1]cornpaw now lay still on the ground. She'd managed to get e few nips in on Feverchill. She raised her patched head and gazed around. She noticed a quite blurry Echoflight bounding towards her. The sun was dazzlingly bright as the world was spinning. "Woah," she mewed. In an instant, she was aware of a sharp pain in her flank. She tried to blink the blurriness away, but the world seemed to be disappearing... fading almost. Was she dying? No! Acornpaw thought. I will not die! She shook her head, and droplets of blood flew to the ground. The scene before her wasn't less blurry, but it wasn't fading has it had been before. A sweet voice broke into Acornpaw's thoughts. "I... I don't know," she mewed to Echoflight, "Everthing's so.... weird. My side hurts."[/size]</blockquote>

<blockquote>[size=1]Name: Storm
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Storm has thick but short fur. His tail is small and bent, but he is large for his age. Storm has blue fur mostly, but a white dash on his chest. He has large paws, and is hilariously clumsy. Storm has a handsome face and curious, sky blue eyes.
Personality: Storm's personality is quite opposite from his name. He is fun and outgoing. Storm is a daredevil, and trouble is what he loves. Storms lives for the thrill; this is his biggest weakness. Storm's biggest strength is his speed. He's nimble and quick.
RP sample: Storm stiffened. His fluffy blue pelt rose, and his azure eyes darted from side to side. The moon was nearly at it's highest, casting beautiful shadows in the sparse forest. Storm happened to be trying to catch a moonbeam, when a rustling disturbed his play. The large kit slunk to the forest floor, hardly daring to breathe. Red fur caught his eye, and he watched as a masive, angry fox emerged from the undergrowth. The fox was scarred, and snarled at the kit. Storm screeched in terror.[/size]</blockquote>

Okie!

His Misty!
You can call me Russet.
PM me for a roleplay sometime!

Okami, I'll do that, and sure Faezar!

Oh, okay. Hmm, Storm's name will be changed toooooo.... Garnet.

<blockquote>[size=3]G[/size][size=1]orsefang straightened his ears and back. His mouth carved into a smile, the same creepy one Greatwhite had seen earilier. "Of course I will!" he mewed, green eyes flashing. Gorsefang was strong, and realized that if he told these cats this, they would follow him without a doubt. "I believe," Gorsefang started, "to release the brutal thoughts we have, we have to express them." The tabby paused. "This could be risky," he breathed. "We could get seriously hurt. We'll need to take out our anger on something. It was to be each other. This way, we will release our thoughts." Gorsefang shuddered. "I don't know. This might be too risky. I think I can handle the attacks, though. You guys can try it on me. Trust me, when I fight, the thoughts stay for a minute, then disappear. My mind's like new." Gorsefang knew this was true. He waited for the cats' reply.[/size]</blockquote>

Okie! Your request will be done by tomorrow morning!

Sure! I'll do that asap.