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  • Lesbo+ gay love :). Friends needed

    Lucas rubbbed his hands together, warming them from the Winter cold. The hood of his jacket rested over his head, the rim of his had poking out. Turning the corner, he felt his phone vibrate. "'Ello?" The boy answered. "Oh, hey. Yeah. I'll be over in a few." Tapping the screen on his iPhone, he picked up his pace.


    o3o Lucas is cominggg. Don't worryyy! xD

  • Flashclan Sign Ups! [NOT RP!]

    Username: The Black Parade


    Cat Name: Riotpaw


    Appearence: Riotpaw is a pure white she-cat with red ears, paws, and a tailtip. She has fire large holes in her right ear and a long scar running from her back to her thigh.


    Personality: Riot has a sharp tongue, leading to a harsh attitude. She doesn't care much for other cats, and that mostly has to do with being abandonned as a newborn.


    History: When Riotpaw's mother left her, she was a sickly runt with no Clan or home. A twoleg found her and took her in. She grew fond of him, but one day he disapeared. Terrified and heart-broken, Riot escaped into the woods where she found a home with a group of city cats. She traveled with them for many moons before a massive fight broke out with a group of dogs and she decided it was all too much for her.


    Why Did He/She Come Here?: To start a new life! :D


    Rank Wanted: Apprentice

  • My Cats

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    Paradestar
    Velvetpaw


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    Lux
    Mousepaw


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    Ace


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    Ire


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  • ~~The Order of the Crimson Nights: Sign-Ups!!--Follows Darkforest!!~~

    Dx I feel like I'm going to be jumping into the somthing . . .


    ~Name(Can be a clan name or a loner name): Ace


    ~Gender: Tom-cat


    ~Age: 14 moons


    ~Rank: Prisoner (xD I really want him to be for some reason)


    ~ Appearance(Pic. is optional): Ace is a tall, broad cat with muscles that ripple when he walks. He is a ligth snow color and holds two different colored eyes - one violet, the other a burning crimson. His left ear is shredded and his right is completly torn off, leaving him mostly deaf.


    ~Personality: This tom has a rough personality. He is harsh to any cat, and overly pesimistic and sarcastic. Ace seems not to have a soft side, but it is hidden deep inside him, locked with a key that was burned long ago.


    ~Roleplay Example: Warning: Very old post for Ace o_o
    Icy nails clicked against the cold ground. Chilled morning dew slipped off the leaves of plants. The morning was cold, the ground frozen hard as if winter was here two seasons early. But the middle of Newleaf always tended to grow cold around the territories. The weather was chilly enough to make any cat’s teeth chatter. Except one. Daughter to Slash and Torn Heart, Ace stalked through the dense undergrowth of the Clan territory. His jaw was held firm, her pelt white pelt ruffled. Crusted blood hung around his neck from a recent fight. The feline’s left ear was torn at the side and his right was completely ripped off. He had one violet colored eye and one crimson. They twinkled in the light that shone through the thick underbrush. The cat’s nose was soft and white-pink as his mother’s had been. The only thing he got from her mother was her nose. Nothing resembled Slash at all. Well, except Ace’s personality. Ace’s rough personality that includes frequent snapping and a constant harsh tone was brought out in his appearance. His black claws were stained red with her enemies’ blood. The tom-cat made his way out of the forest and over to the river bank. His long, bushy tail swept over the hard ground as he bent her head and lapped from the river. Snapping his jaws and wrinkling his nose at the chilled water, Ace turned around and trotted away. He followed the river for a few minutes before turning back into the Clan territory. He maneuvered through the dense earth with ease, slipping through small gaps despise her large size. When he entered the clearing, the sun was just over his head. His snow-colored pelt glimmered in the sunlight. He looked around the clearing, blinking her different colored eyes. Moving across the clearing with grace, Ace climbed up a small rock formation and observed the clearing-from it dry, dusty, sandy ground and its random patches of grass to the sides. The two boulders lined up on one side and the rocks on the other, which of one he currently perched upon. Tail flicking, he yawned and ran his tongue over her lips. Laying on the rock, Ace rolled onto his back and let the sun’s rays soak into his soft fur.


    ~History(Optional): Ace grew up in a city called Sparsburg. It was run-down and humanless, taken over by a group of rouge cats long ago. The leader, a cat named Spruce, held a 'Clan' assembly once every 12 moons, and during that gathering one cat would be chosen to train to follow in the leader's footsteps. It was Ace's first time going, just 7 moons old, and he arrived on time with his father. Spruce sat on a building window ledge and spoke. Ace admired his power and poise, and how he had no fear. When it was time to chose the cat, Spruce's eyes landed on Ace and their eyes locked, making contact for five seconds before the leader announced, "Cat! Step forward!"
    In the next 6 months, Ace spent most of his time training with Spruce and when the old cat finally passed, it was Ace's turn to rule. Many of the cats didn't like how he led. How he was occasionally timid. They didn't get why Spruce had chosen him. Not until the day that a dog pack entered the city and Ace used all of his power to stop them from killing the Clan. The dog's took his mother's life, and all of Ace's family. The Clan thought they killed Ace too, when he disapeared into a sewage system and never came out. What really happened was that Ace led the dogs away, but got lost in the drains, never to find his home again.
    A few moons later, he accidently entered the territory of LostClan and was taken in as a prisoner, left for his punishment still to be decided by the leader.


    ~Theme song(Optional): Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance


    ~Crush/Mate: N/A


    :~Other: Nope! :D

  • ~The Order of the Crimson Nights Cells: Time for a Lesson~(Sign-up link inside!)

    IC: A snort could be heard from the dark. "You're all idiots," Growled a deep voice. Emerging a bit into the light, a large broad tom could be seen sitting in the corner with claws unsheathed. He had a ragged white pelt and mangled ears - one ripped off completly and the other shredded. He was almost deaf, and this was why he talked so loud. His violet and red eyes twinkled, gleaming with danger. Getting to his paws, the tom stalked forward. Running his sandpapery tongue around his lips, Ace glanced over at the two cats who were about to fight.


    OOC: If I need to fix something, please let me know. Dx I just joined this RP and I want everything to be ok.

  • Lesbo+ gay love :). Friends needed

    He paced himself, walking across the street in a slow stride. It was only a few minutes before he reached Tania's house. Raising his hand in a fist, he knocked lightly on the door. He took his hood down and shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to answer the door patiently.

  • Silverwing X Oakpelt (G2 ThunderClan plot kits) OPEN

    Username: The Black Parade


    Name (including warrior name): Mosskit // Mosspaw // Mossshine


    Gender: She-cat (Or it can be a tom if everyone is signing up as she's. Just let me know! ;))


    Appearance: Mosskit is a tiny Russian blue kit. She has two middle-sized ears, both which give her keen hearing. Her nose is a soft pale pink with long whiskers at the sides. She is the runt of the litter and a sickly kitten. Her back left paw is twisted, forcing her to walk with a limp. Mosskit's tail is long and feathery like the rest of her pelt - it's clear that she is a longhaired cat.


    Personality: Despite her flaws, Mosskit is a happy kitten. She doesn't let her littermate's teasing put her down. She dreams of becoming a Warrior like her mother, but knows that it is an impossible thing for her. She doesn't know what will become of herself - if one day she can train with the Medicine cats or she'll be forced to just be an extra mouth to feed her entire life.


    RP sample: Mosskit sniffled, pushing her nose farther into her mother's belly. She seeked warmth, to be away from the cold weather that seeped into the den. Bringing her tail up, she wrapped it around her legs, attempting to keep them warm. A noise outside the den distrubed her and the kit sat up with her ears perked, looking around nervously. Water dripped onto her nose and Mosskit realized that it was just raining outside. Sighing in relief, the kit laid back down beside her mother.


    Other: If there is anything I need to fix, let me know! :)

  • f a l l e n c l a n c a m p [ r p ]

    Please join if you have not already
    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=884184.0
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    Paradestar flicked her long tail, gazing around the clearing. In the middle sat the freshkill pile and to the left, a pile of rocks for the elders to sun on. The leader was perched upon the great rock which over looked the clan. Underneath lay her den. To the left of that was the warriors' den and to the right was the apprentices'. Near the back of the camp lay the elders' den and the nursery. When FallenClan had first moved into the camp, it was make-shift. But now it was more than that. They'd been able to make this a home for their clan. Her nose twitched with the cold as the wind blew. Shivering, Paradestar got up and scampered down the pebbly slope to the camp clearing.

  • ~The Order of the Crimson Nights Cells: Time for a Lesson~(Sign-up link inside!)

    OOC: Ok, thank you. :-[


    IC: Ace's ears perked at the sound of the she-cat. "Oh, lord." He spat. His eyes narrowed, ears sliding backward. He looked unaffected by the appearance of the feline, but something inside startled him - maybe it was the way she spoke the dreaded words. Who wants to help me sharpen my claws? They echoed in his mind, making his ear ring. He backed up a few paces, trying not to let emotion cross his face.

  • >MAPLECLAN SIGN-UP< (NOW REOPEN)

    Name - Mousepaw


    Gender - Tom-cat


    Position - Apprentice


    Appearence - Mousepaw an average tabby-tom. He is very active, prooving so in his broad appearance. His thick muscles can be seen through his heavy pelt and make him a great hunter.


    Personality - Mousepaw is a kind cat, caring toward others and loyal toward his Clan. He isn't easily jealous or insensitive. All together, this makes him the total package and ideal mate.


    :0 Sorry for the cruddy join. I swear on my life I roleplay better. xDD And that's him below.

  • ***MAPLECLAN RP*** (Join Today!)

    Mousepaw's ears twitched and his eyes fluttered open. Getting to his paws, the tom-cat stretched, mouth opening in a wide yawn. Pushing out of the apprentices' den, he gazed around the clearing. His ears perked, drawing in sounds of conversation. Instead of letting his curiosity get the best of him, Mousepaw sat down and began to wash himself.