Posts by neonblue

<blockquote>Pine, another cat I created to be killed off.... And for the same plot to! Oh God your all probably disgusted with me!
Anyways, she's a pretty nice cat, all motherly and stuff. It's to bad her line has to end with her. Her mate lives on though. But that doesn't count, darn...</blockquote>

<blockquote>A very difficult family tree, indeed seeing as she is related to Brody and there are many Brodlings ruling about. So to help myself I will only be keeping track of Freddo. I have her mother and father listed, but only her as there kits. Cause I really don't know them all. I might add them if I get more info on them, but most likely I won't.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Neon nodded his head in agreement, he had visited the two-leg area's before. It was a disgusting place, he wouldn't be so quick as to visit there again. "Sounds tough, but you sound like you had a good family, that must count for something."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Spotting her mother Wahine, and sister Mariah, Freddo padded toward them, tail waved in greeting. Blinking over at the she-cat her mother addressed as auntie, Freddo blinked. "Hey mom, hey Mariah. Who's this?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>Realizing she had not told him her story yet she scrambled to her paws, eyes wide. "I didn't mean to leave Riverclan, it was an accident!"

Stalking around the den she keep her wide eyes on him. "I was going down to the river to collect moss for the elders den, when Boom!" She jumped toward him. "A big bird swooped down and pushed me into the water, I got swept away."

Straightening she shrugged, "when I came to I was here.... Then I got buried by snow and Blizzardfur helped me... I'm not going to go back though, there's no one there for me and I have friends here now."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Freedo smiled softly as she watched the reunion between her grandpa (Brody is her grandpa right?) and Clopaw. Brody was always such a funny, easygoing tom, he had so many family and friends. Freddo was glad to be part of his family, his blood, but she couldn't help but think how disorganized it was. How could he remember all of there names. She could barely.

Flicking her tortie tail she pushed to her paws, the young she-cat moving off. She had so much training that needed to be down, then she wanted to hunt. Nodding bye to her family and the refugees she loped off.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Head held high the young tortie Savannah trotted proudly across the grounds, her big amber eyes taking in the sights as her nose took in the scents. A gust of wind blowing the scent of cat. Ears perked curiously Freddo quickened her step, pausing when a she-cat came into view.

"Hey there? Who are you?"</blockquote>

Does it show all the cats on the site?
I know it's got Brody's family, right?
I am so downloading it
This is really cool

<blockquote>Pulling his head back with a snort he rolled his eyes. Loyalty, why did all cats ask for loyalty. But if that's what it took. "Fine, I pledge my loyalty to you and the others." Stepping forward flicked his tail impatiently, "is that all?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>OOC: Okay lets skip here and assume they already mated.
I'll go start the genetics thread at Groovys desk. Do you want to start the adoption thread?

IC: Near sleep, Kill was sprawled out at the caves entrance. She had yet to explore inside. She would later. Right now she couldn't help but feel victorious. With any luck she would be carrying and she could bring evil into the world.

Closing her eyes she smiled, letting sleep take her.</blockquote>

<blockquote>First time doing this, but it seems easy enough.
Kill is a black she-cat with bright green eyes.
Her mother was a long-haired white cat, with blue eyes.
Halftail doesn't have anything down about the father, so he's a blank slate. Can you work with that?</blockquote>

<blockquote>"A Pridegaurd huh? Sounds pleasant enough, what am I supposed to do? Patrol the boarders?" Eyes surveying the area he spotted a nice looking she-cat resting on a cats pelt. Lust flashed in his eyes, but he'd be damned if this she-cat wasn't pregnant to. Huffing an annoyed sigh he looked away. Was there any free she-cats around here.</blockquote>

<blockquote>OOC: The fresh-kill piles by the rock on the cliff. But it's okay inside the cave for now.

IC: Turning to Bismuth she tilted her head in thought, "if you wish to. We are getting low...." Turning around to stare at the cave entrance she suddenly felt as if she were forgetting someone. Well Volug had left to his own den. He wasn't very social. But that was all right? Shrugging the feeling aside she turned back to her cats.

Appelle nodded, "I can help Bismuth hunt, two is better them one" the young tom added.

Odd flicked his tail toward the falling snow, "it would be most unwise. The snow is starting to fall harder. We wouldn't want to lose you guys up there, plus the way up is slippery. You could fall," he interrupted logically.</blockquote>

<blockquote>OOC: No I'm not going to take one, I got to much on my hands right now. As for how many, I don't really mind.

IC: Dreams of her brothers swirled in her mind, there evil cunning smiles and devious plans. Her mothers anguished scream as she was murdered. The disbelieving faces of her brothers as they were killed. Moving restlessly she frowned, she would bring there evil back into the world. Soon now.</blockquote>

<blockquote>OOC: Ahhhh, your kitty got put down... I would hate if that happened to my cat.

IC: Gypsy sighed, watching the she-cat go. It was to bad, he'd have to cause someone pain later. Tuning back to Codeine, Gypsy flicked his tail over the other toms shoulder. "Thinking about what?" Turning to glance back at Esthera he smirked, "obviously not she-cats."

Odd eyes turning intently to his friend he settled back on his haunches, "freedom maybe?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I'm glad it pushed me in to! If it hadn't I'd never have got to meet you!" Settling back down in her nest she curled her tail over her paws. Pale eyes softly watching the snow, it was true, she did like it better here. Where would she be if she were still at Riverclan? Training with her mentor right now, listening to him sigh over her horrible crouches. Here, she might get to be a medicine cat. It was the only way she'd be able to help out.

"Oh yes, I do," she answered, resting her head on her paws, the young she-cat yawned. "I'm so tiered. I'm going to take a nap.... Do you think you can show me around more Londonpaw when I get up?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>Raising a brow at Tropic she frowned, "what do you mean leaving? Your not going anywhere, this is your new home now." Whirling around without another word she moved swiftly across the foyer, flicking her tail at them to follow. He thought that he would be leaving. Snorting to herself she glanced at the stairs, she wouldn't start there yet. She'd give them a real tour before she pulled the rug out from under them.

She wondered if her words had hurt Tropic, she stifled a smirk. She didn't know if they were true or not, and secretly she hoped they weren't. She didn't like the thought of other cats living in her and Am's home. A small hallway at the end of the foyer opened up into a large living room, a place where the humans entertained there many guests. Purring as her female master bent to pet her she continued on, moving into the an open door on her left.

"This room used to be closed all the time. But for some reason they opened it up and started placing soft beds, and this new soft carpet." Even know she didn't quiet understand why. Shacking off the confusion she moved deeper into the room before spinning around to face them.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Cresentkit had lived with the knowledge of being dead for a few moons now, he was still the same size, but he wasn't clumsy like he was supposed to be. He could walk just as well as any adult cat, he could talk just as well to. But it didn't feel right. His pelt twinkled like thousands of tiny stars, he didn't need to eat or breath or drink.

He was dead. A cat, a kit, that had died to young. But he never let it get him down, never let anyone see his disappointment.

Hearing voices ahead he looked up, perking his tiny ears. He picked up his pace, tiny paws a blur as he moved. Coming to an abrupt halt as three cats came into view his face went blank. It wasn't like he hadn't meet other Starclan cats, but he hadn't really cared to talk to others. They only further reminded him that he was dead, with there glowing pelts and happy moods.

But he felt compelled to talk today, night, whatever.

"Hey there! What did you guys do to make her cry?" he asked pointing toward the she-kit with his tail.</blockquote>

<blockquote>I remember reading it somewhere but I can't find it now, so could someone help out.
Can Starclan cats age?
I'm pretty sure the answers no, but say for example a kit dies, do they stay a kit forever or do they forward to there prime?</blockquote>

<blockquote>Regarding the she-cat with intent eyes she pursed her lips. This wasn't any smallcat that was for sure, she had something else in her. Not that it mattered. Flicking her tortie tail she offered a smile, "my names Freddo, I'm Brody's granddaughter."

Tilting her head her gaze turned questioning. "Are you here to see him? Or are you just passing through?" the young Savannah asked, taking a small step closer.</blockquote>