King Charles decided he'd had enough of Eldest's challenges. He drew himself up to his full height, flattened his ears slightly, and replied, "We do not question Starclan. They know more than we could understand, and they reveal what we need to know when the time is right," He said, his voice warning that King Charles was done discussing this.
"Now, where is Tempest?" He asked.
Username:
dapplestorm
Cat's Name:
King Charles
Cat's Bio:
here!
Forbidden Love (Yes or No):
nope. darn. ;)
Love At First Sight (Yes or No):
maybe...
Is Your Cat a Pseudoclanner (Yes or No):
yes, knightclan
Male or Female (Your Cat's Mate):
femaleee
Ideal Personality (For Your Cat's Mate):
sweet, just a regular girlie. maybe a little dizty and jealous?
Plot (Got Any Plans Such as Death at Birth,Kidnapping,the Mate Getting Killed,And so On):
well, he has multiple mates (since he's "king") so she could have kits and hate another of the "queens" (which aren't just cats having kits, but the mates of the "king") and raise her kits to hate her too and start a little rivalry?
RP Sample (Only If I haven't RPed with you):
((Hope this is still open...))
Pouringrain stepped out of the warriors' den, stretching. A light drizzle had been hovering over the camp on and off all night, and now a mist clung to the she-cat's pelt. Trying the shake the cloying substance unsuccessfully, the dark tabby trudged out of camp. Damp weather made her edgy, and being edgy made it hard for Pouringrain to sleep. End of story.
As she stalked around the border, Pouringrain's mind began to wander. Only when she scented Treesong's recent passing did the she-cat snap back into reality. Being the shadowclanner she was, Pouringrain decided to observe her clanmate before making her presence known. With the skill of an experienced warrior who knew how to keep from being detected,, Pouringrain silently stalked Treesong, avoiding twigs, leaves, and any noise-making substances, and staying downwind.
my kitty king charles needs a mate! well, he's the leader of a psuedoclan (knightclan) and he has multiple mates. you wanna make one for him? :)
yes and yes! just so you know, cloudclan is pretty inactive, but i bet with a little help they could get up and running again!
Ivoryheart watched awkwardly as the other cats left. Then, turning to Leopardstorm, she purred, "So. What have you been up to?"
Flicking her tail, the pale she-cat gazed after Windtalon and Dogtail. She didn't know either that well, but made a mental note to get to know them. They both seemed like good cats.
Pouringrain gave her pelt a shake, silently heading back toward camp. She had no intention of going home yet; rather, the she-cat intended to graze teh fringes of it, and maybe pick up a few clan-mates to hunt with. As the edges of the camp came into view, so did on of Pouringrain's clanmates, Blackrose.
The tortoiseshell seemed to be lost in her thoughts as she sun-bathed on a rock, so Pouringrain decided to let her have a few moments of peace. Burying the frog quickly, the tabby straightened and shook her palt again, trying to rid it of the clinging dirt. "Hello, Blackrose. Care for a hunt?"
Flicking an ear irritably at Eldest, King Charles turned to look for Firestarter and Cora. "Firestarter? Do you have any idea where Cor Hydrae is? Or the Medicine cats? I'm sure there were more cats around before I left..." He trailed off.
Oh, starclan! What if something had happened to his subjects while he was gone? King Charles couldn't have anything taking place without him knowing, even if he was off with rotten two-legs.
Littledapple nodded. "Good idea. It seems that the patrol's been minimal there. Don't want anyone getting too brave," She meowed, pausing to stretch.
((quick question, do they live in the old or the new terri?))
Honeyfeather narrowed her eyes against the falling snow, batting her lashes as thick flakes of snow pasted themselves to her. She moved closer to the others, trying to keep the young cats warm, and to keep Missinglink from falling behind. "Just try to keep going. When we find a good place to stop, we will," She promised, though she wasn't the leader. It was more to keep the young ones going, than a real promise.
King Charles leaned away from the new cats for a moment, unsure. This lasted for a split second before his leading instincts took over. Stepping forward, he raised himself to his full height and called to Firestarter and Cora. Then he spoke to the new cats.
"Hello, there. What are you called?" He asked the new cat. King Charles paused to dip his head at Varcity and the other two she-cats, not sure if he'd met the other two before. "And what brings you here?"
When the raccoon slipped from a tree to land a few taillengths in front of him, King Charles started. He quickly gained his composure to say, "Why, hello." ((i had a dream about a raccoon last night! it attacked me...))
Robert plodded through the snow, ears flat against the snow. Some cats had gathered in the center of the clearing, and they didn't seem hostile. He'd been observing for a few minutes now, and they hadn't attacked the newcomers. The black smoke tom walked toward them, eyes narrowed against the wind. "Hello. I'm Robert."
((whoa, dude. what the hell?))
King Charles flattened his ears at the new tom, Bluestar. He darted forward with surprising agility for his size, and swiped at the tom's face, a clean, even blow. "What are you doing?" He roared, eyes narrowed, "We haven't been hostile; what makes you think you can attack?"
With that, the gray tom reared up, not seeing the other cat. He was hit in the side, and he stumbled a few strides. Shaking his head clear, King Charles turned to his attacker, aiming one blow to the face, the next a millisecond later to bowl his legs out from under him, and the third unsheathed swipe at the tom's face, aiming to stun him, and possibly damage his sight.
"I have no reason to harm Eldest; I fight against these rouges," hissed King Charles at Finalprincess, spitting the last word at their unruly attackers.
At the edge of the meadow, Robert saw the raccoon fleeing, but she was wounded; she wouldn't make it far like that. Taking a few leaps over to her, the tom tried to look as unmenacing as possible. "You! Don't worry; I'm not here to harm you! But you're not going to be able to travel like that. I am skilled in medicine, and I can help you!" He called, hoping she would hear, and those attacking rogues would not.
ivoryheart looked down at her paws, blushing. "Oh, well. Me too." She looked up at him through her lashes, batting them. "You seem to be an awfully good hunter," She purred.
Cats Name:
sparrow
Cats Age:
9 moons
Gender:
she-kitty
Alliance::
loner
Rank:
loner
Appearance:
sparrow is a small she-cat, her limbs long and slender; each is wrapped in muscle that helps her spring from tree to tree. being very lanky, she has a long body and long legs, though she doesn't stand that high from the ground. sparrow's tail is long as well, almost as long as her body from rear to head. her claws are long and her paws small, though they can be quite vicious when they want.
sparrow's pelt is covered in a cow-skin-Esq pattern, though her legs and belly are mostly white, and her nose has a dash of the milky shade running down the bridge. with white whiskers, long black lashes, small triangular ears, and large green-blue eyes, sparrow's face is rather pretty, in a little-girl kind of way.
Personality:
sparrow's personality is rather common among young cats; bright, enthusiastic, excitable, and energetic. However, she has a more reserved side, which allows her to learn well. sometimes her reserved side takes over, though, especially around her elders, and cats of higher ranks. sometimes sparrow is rather self-concious of herself and her lanky build. this, along with her curiousity, has made sparrow somewhat...willing. she sometimes throws herself at toms, and is constantly going with the bad-boy, making bad decisions, and taking huge risks. this often gets her into trouble.
sparrow can be adventurous, especially when it comes to heights. she is like a squirrel; the higher she climbs, the better she feels. in fact, sparrow is constantly trying to challenge herself when it comes to to jumping, whether it be jumping an especially wide river, or a tall rock.
History:
when she was a kit, sparrow's parents supported her, and somewhat shielded her from the outside world. she was an only kit, and was taught to understand and accept; she met loners, clan cats, ex-killer rouges, kitty-pets, the occasional otter or raccoon, and even a pair of gay she-cats. there wasn't a cat sparrow couldn't get along with; she was the perfect kit.
however, when her parents went off to travel together and sparrow stayed with a small group of loner she-cats and toms, she discovered what she'd been missing. she went from tom to tom; not a womanizer, but rather a manizer. her she-cat companions put up with her, sometimes finding her flirtatious ways humorous. but soon sparrow crossed the line, getting too close to too many she-cats' mates.
now sparrow is looking for a place to satisfy her wants and curiosities without being judged too harshly. after all, every girl goes through her wild-child phase. let's just hope hers doesn't last too long...
Comments/Other:
((that was robert, my other tom. robert is the one helping sasha.))
With a nod at the raccoon, Robert spoke. "I knwo you will. My name is Robert. Come with me into the trees; if those rogues win, they might come after us. But they won't see us as well in the foliage." He slowly but steadily walked into the forest, trying to clear as much of the snow out of the way as possible.
Ivoryheart giggled again. "Back atcha." She murmured, leaning a little bit closer to him. Hey, this was fun!
(( hahaha^^))
Ivoryheart leaned against him, nuzzling back. Then, as though remembering something, she turned to where the other cats had disappeared, making sure they weren't watching. "Well, it this what you had planned the whole time?" She purred coyly.
i have pouringrain, a dark tabby she-cat. she's sweet, but a little awkward. bio.
[font=andale mono][size=8]HOLA.
my otter, enrique, is looking for a lovely wench.
enrique is kind of bad at staying in one place, so a girl who doesn't mind traveling would be nice. also, he has a very attractive british/australian/canadian accent. ;)
any takers?
Ivoryheart flicked him on the head with the tip of her bushy tail. "Well, you're going to have to try harder than that," She purred, shimmying out from under him and prancing off, knowing he would follow.
Nah, i'm good. thanks though! have fun rp'ing together! :)
