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  • Come on Over[Continuation of Knightclan Joining Thread, open]

    King Charles looked at Eldest, startled, "Deathclan?" He'd never heard of them before. But before he had time to think about it, the tom turned and faced his attacker.


    Robert followed the raccoon, keeping a wary eye out. "I'm helping you because," He started, hesitating. He didn't know why he'd helped her; it just seemed like the right thing to do, "I'm helping you because I've seen enough cats die to realize that no one who's innocent deserves to die, especially in such a horrible way as you would if I didn't help you. And even though you're not a cat, I don't think that makes a difference. You shouldn't have to suffer. I guess you could say I'm a bit of a liberal." e said, jumping up so he was on the same branch as Sasha. [b]"So, where does it hurt?"

  • Come on Over[Continuation of Knightclan Joining Thread, open]

    Robert shook his head, examining her paw. "No, I don't belong to any group. They just cause trouble," He said, flicking an ear in the direction of the attack. "Let's see....I could use ragwort for swelling and pain relief...oak leaf to keep it from getting infected...and comfrey and broom to mend the bones. I probably won't be able to find most of that now that it's leaf-fall and the plants are all dead, but there are likely to be some injuries on both sides down there. After someone comes out victorious, I can go down and see if they have herbs stored, and offer to help heal them. Then I can come back, or you could even go with me. Even if they tried to attack, they'll be exhausted enough that I could take them." Robert looked up at her, taking a breath from his monologue.

  • Genevieve~Loner

    Character Name:
    Genevieve
    Gender:
    she-cat
    Alliance:
    Loner (the society)
    Rank:
    Loner
    Appearance:
    Genevieve is a small, dainty she-cat. He pelt is a soft, rosy tabby, almost a reddish-brown. Her paws are white, as is a small diamond-shapes patch on her chest. Genevieve has a short pelt, short legs, and a small, thick build. As soft and fragile as she looks, this she-cat has fierce claws, muscular limbs, and dog-like teeth.


    With pale eyes that are an almost unnatural shade of blue-gray, Genevieve has a cold side. A stare from those glassy orbs is enough to make any warrior freeze in his tracks. Expressions are reflected in her eyes, so just as they can haunt you, her eyes can entice you, and make you happy. Genevieve's nose is pert and triangular, and her whiskers are long, almost reaching her small ears. Her features are all girly and attractive, shading her aggressive side.


    Personality:
    Genevieve has a personality that contradicts her appearance completely. Her tongue is sharp, and her mind witty. This she-cat is always ready with a comeback, and refuses to back down from a fight. She can be hot-headed at times, though once in a while she knows to hold her tongue. As fiery as she is Genevieve is also a bit of a flirt, though if someone she dislikes tries to go after her, she is as sarcastic as they come.


    History:
    Born to two kitty-pets, Genevieve was spoiled. She had everything she wanted, all she had to do was cry. Then her parents left with one of her two-leg owners, and she was left alone. Not that the tabby cared, she had everything she wanted. So when her two-legs brought home another she-cat, Genevieve was unhappy. Soon, the two-leg kits ignored her completely, only playing with the other cat. Then, one day Genevieve was left outside over night, and forgotten in the snow. When she looked in and saw her competitor sitting by the fire with her two-legs, Genevieve narrowed her eyes, shielded her heart, and up and left, never looking back.


    Notes/Other:
    :)

  • YOWZAAAAA. [click! free cookies...]

    awesome! accepted!


    oh, sorry, my wording wasn't the best. :P they're hiding from a group of loners in knightclan's territory. the cats in knightclan are harboring them in their territory, and fight with them in the battle. hope that helps?

  • Project Relocation

    Noting how weak Missinglink was becoming from the cold, Honeyfeather slowed her pace. "The weather's getting a little nippy, don't you think? It would help me if we stopped; I'm feeling a little ill," She meowed into the wind, trying to help out the other she-cat.

  • Come on Over[Continuation of Knightclan Joining Thread, open]

    ((noira~ they wouldn't be able to see robert and sasha from there))


    Robert smiled at the raccoon. "I've learned enough about healing to fix your paw. I'm not medicine cat, but I'm almost as good as one," He bragged good-naturedly.


    King Charles turned, seeing Tempest. He bit back a cry, not wanting to cause the medicine cat any danger, as he seemed slightly dazed.

  • Come on Over[Continuation of Knightclan Joining Thread, open]

    ♥dapple♥ [inactive due to school] wrote:


    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.


    OOC: you missed my attack on snowfur.
    BIC:
    Seeing that Cora and Firestarter could take care of Bluestar, King Charles turned to another of the rogues, Snowfur. He reared up on his hind legs, swiping once with his front claws, then leaping to the side, whirling around, and kicking out with his hind paws.


    Robert clambered down the tree, standing on the fringes of the trees. He pricked his ears and tried to scent herbs. None could me scented coming from teh camp; they were overpowered by those of fighting cats and a little bit of blood. Turning back to the forest, the black smoke tom began to shuffle through the snow, looking for oak leaves. The ones he uncovered were all damp and soggy, but a few hung from a branch not too high up. With a glance back at Sasha, Robert began to fetch them.