Posts by Ridge

Fawnshadow watched the badger flee, her green gaze hardening as her gaze flickered to Hailfrost,
"Your life doesn't vanish when a loved one dies, would Greyskies want you to act this way!?"
Fawnshadow hissed at him before a large pout on formed on her face. Scowling she slowly walked towards Greyskies, her nose resting in his fur as a last goodbye to her clanmate. Before she deicided to enter the Warriors den. Fawnshadow delicately dodged other cats nest, before finding her own- curling up into a tight ball , allowing relaxation to overcome her tired body, although she did not sleep.
Swiftfoot

Swiftfoot's eye lids widened slightly in surprise. Swiftfoot did like Larkfeather a lot, but if his clan found out Swiftfoot would be in chaos, although Swiftfoots voice spoke otherwise as he broke out in a soft purr,

"I would be honoured to be Larkfeather"

OOC: Sorry, I joined this RP but then forgot my charrie so I didn't participate. But recap?

[img width=510 height=510]http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/…cat-isolated-on-white.jpg[/img]

Tumblingriver could be seen, flanking along with the rest of the cats. Ears flicking with the annoying buzzing noise swarming into his brain, the Maine Coone's muscles barely seen underneath his thick coat of russet, brown and black striped fur, as they rippled with every move- promising and assuring agility and strength.Tumblingriver's lips curled in slight annoyance as he barely made it into the den before the log was pushed over the entrance. Although the tom remained silent, assumed in his vigilance. Tumblingriver's amber-green gaze flashed inbetween cats- cats he hardly knew. How could Tumblingriver trust them?

Tumblingriver followed behind all of them, muscles rippling under his beautiful dapped and tabby pelt, his calm assuring gaze watching ever single cat, although his stare lingered on Irregularpaw. Slowly, the vigor Tom entered camp giving Keiran a hopeful glance and a small nod of his golden/silver head,

"Good luck"
Tumblingriver breathed, mouthing the words crisply. Although, the warrior knew his leader was a fair cat. Not doubting for a second that Keiran would be accepted.

Ooc: thought I posted! Anywho, what will happen to hail I mean will be be upset and all.?

Ic:

Fawnshadow

The she-cats eyes closed as she fought back the tears, swallowing the lump that was building up in the depths of her throat. Fawnshadow sighed as the tears diminished, raising her head, the she-cat shifted in her position in her nest to face Ashstripe,

"Hey Ashstripe! How considerate of you, how are you?"

The she-cat spoke with confidence and enthusiasm as she allowed a small smile to play at her features, erasing any signs of hurt feelings, that he had expressed before.

Swiftfoot

The Tom fought back his despise of the water, getting up to his paws as he slowly walked towards the rivers banks. To him, at that moment the water looked like a angry beast fighting to get towards him to pull him in and destroy him. Although, Swiftfoot wouldn't let his fantasies get to him, cautiously Swiftfoot entered the aqualine depths, thrusting his strong legs to keep his small head above the icy, freezing surface. The water became warmer as his body adapted to the temperature,

[b]" Why Madame I can do anything"[/b

Swiftfoot murmured before cooly winking at her.

Fawnshadow
Fawnshadow was taken aback for a few moments as Ashstripe curled beside her although, the she-cat didn't show it. Un-expectedly a quiet, purr erupted from her parted mandible/jaws as she snuggled her small frame into his fur- feeling comforted as she listened to the thrumming of his heart beat. Fawnshadow's eyelids felt heavy, not fighting her urge to sleep the tired warrior drifted into a light sleep.

Swiftfoot
Swiftfoot gave her a challenging glare, as he thought of a come-back,

"You can't climb trees better than I can because you are a Riverclan cat!"
The tom tilted his head to the side, giving her a grin that almost yelled:Ha! And you know so
Feeling certain parts of his shoulders and back bob out of the water, sent shivers down his spine as now the air felt cold against his wet, pelt. Swiftfoot ignored the uncomfortable feeling as he gazed at her warmly.

Tumblingriver sighed being his shy self, he slowly watched Ireggularpaw leave, the tom fidgeted, the tom itched to go to the Warriors den but of course his paws didn't follow his intentions, gracefully Tumblingriver exited the camp, pupils dilating as he followed Irregularpaws' sweet, luscious scent- Well to him it was sweet and luscious. Tumblingriver's irises flashed in the depths of his eyes taking in his surroundings as he nervously followed her intentionally wanted to catch up to her and not come across as some weird stalker.
"Hey Irregularpaw!"
Tumblingrivers muscles rippled underneath his thick coat, calling for the she-cat which had left camp as soon as the group had entered.

Tumblingriver winced at her tone, hee just wasn't used to it. Unsheathing his long, curved claws the tom sunk them into the soft soil, Tumblingriver returned her a sharp glare before speaking,

"I-I just wanted to know if I could walk with you?"

He asked not far off from stuttering and mumbling.

Tumblingriver spoke up, his posture straight. The toms cold gaze seemed unsettled as he spoke. "Maybe from some sort f contraption in the heart of the forest... Maybe built by the two legs" the last few words he spoke, were barely mustered through clenched jaws. Claws un-sheathing, it took all his self control not to just lash out on something, "The distasters core is probably the two legs"

User name: Ridge (corpse that whispers)
Wolfs name: Lavenders Regression
Gender: Female
Pelt:(Written discription if posible) Lavenders Regression is a mixture of brown, grey, blacks and beige(s) therefore she has an array of pelt shades of a typical European wolf in a basic way, although her pelt has odd twist of colors of whites, and silvers. Lavenders Regression is a hybrid mix of Arctic, European and Timber of plainly explaining why her pelt shades are of many different colors.
Eye color: Amber, with yellow flecks around the pupil- and green tints around the edges of the pupils.
Personality: Very defiant, Lavenders Regression won't take no for an answer and was raised to battle to be Top Dog. She is very cunning, and won't think twice about lying, she is smart with her words although if you gain her trust she won't be a traitor as how she makes herself out to be. Regression is not fond over being mistreated and is not afraid to bite back, hardly sparing time to just so as mutter kind words.
Rank wanted after trial: doesn't matter, whatever I deserve.

Lavenders Regressions deep amber gaze settled over the vast landscape, her furs sticking up in complete edge as she took in her new surroundings. A loud snort erupted out of her parted jaws as she dwindled near camp. Regressions' mandible clenched upon her upper jaw, as her tail raised in an unsettling manner, a low growl rumbled deep in her throat, throttling in her chest. Pack wolves seemed incompetent to her, hopefully her state of mind upon them would change.

ClawShadow wrote:

Whilst in thought, Kyla glanced Lavender's Regression out the corner of her eye. She was slightly higher unnerved by the wolf but gave a nod in greeting anyway. Her ears perked at the growl but she ignored it.

Lavenders Regression gave an abrupt nod as a greeting before turning her back on majority of individuals to lower her rump to the ground in an average sitting position, her back hunched over as she avoided much contact with others.

Lavender turned her small head to see a black wolf sprinting off, although the she-wolf payed no mind to the wolf, if it hadn't confronted her why should she worry about another wolf.
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The females large ears flicked slightly, as she heard the call of her alpha. Hoisting her thin, lithe body into a straight standing posture; Lavenders Regression slowly walked to a growing bunch of wolves, her amber gaze daring to look up and stare at everyone. Allowing a loud sigh to erupt from her un-hinged jaws. Lavender sat down slightly away from everyone else, her gaze looking disdainful though, the jumbling thoughts in her brain spoke otherwise.

Lavenders Regression narrowed her eyes unsurely as Ash approached her, her muscles tensening. Lavender saw the sign of acceptance with Ash's posture,

"Hi"

Lavenders said abruptly she did not know how to play. Lavenders regression stood up on her paws, slowly walking away, picking up her pace to a fast trot to keep up with every other pack members. Grimacing as she realized she would have to cooperate with strangers.

Ooc: Thanks for letting me know

Lavenders Regression veered off from everyone else as she realized they were not hunting as one. The she-wolf kept on running in the opposite direction of everyone, staying in the boundaries of the territory. Lavenders sat down upon her rump on the soft, ground of the forest region; her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she sat alone, watching the sky and the clouds.

Ooc: could I be like siblings with your Charrie?

Ooc: Thanks!

Name: Senguine
Age: 4 years of age
Gender: Female
Looks: [img width=510 height=510]http://oi40.tinypic.com/1zwomja.jpg[/img]
Rank: 2 head fighter
Crush: none yet
Mate: none
Pups: none
Siblings: Delgato, Kamari

Name: Shattered
Age:3 years of age
Looks:
Gender: male
Personality: meet him

Shattered broke through the gorse surroundings, a low growl rumbling out if his parted, jowls. The maned wolfs' flame pigmented pelt glistened in the sunlight. His deep brown gaze stared at another maned wolf before him, his sour facial expression titling up slightly into a crooked smile; that he was meeting a creature of his kind once again,
"Hey there"

The male wolf said, tilting his head to the side. As excitement thrummed through his veins, Finally another Maned Wolf!

Wolf form
Name: Cashrin
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years
Which clan/ outcast: Outcast was exiled from Mac Duff
Rank( if u r in clan): She was a lead hunter
Other: I read the rules.

The long, thin she-wolf rose her head high, as she walked through the territory of MacNamara. Young Cashrin was not afraid of anything anymore, plus if the scum that dare call themselves wolves chase her- she'll just outrun them. Cashrin's green irises viewed the area, her pupils actually doing the work of giving her the ability to see at that moment.

The outcast should have been somewhere else at that time, maybe in the outskirts; although the once cowardly, afraid seed of her heart, bloomed into a flower that was never seen before. An air that one could not simply, brush off.

So, as Cashrin walked through this territory, she held no regret, shame or worry. Just brute, confidence.