Posts by Holliejade

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    [br][size=5]Rowaneye[/size]
    [size=4] of ThunderClan
    [br]
    [br]Pelt: brown tabby
    Eyes: bronze


    [br]I am a scraggly furred she-cat with mellow eyes and a long, graceful tail. I tend to blow little things up into big things and get overly dramatic, and maybe I just need to gain more confidence.
    [br]Growing up my mother was neglectful and depressed, and I was left to my own devices in the Clan nursery. Then my mother died of a poppy overdose.

    ikr? o.o.


    IC;


    Nothing could be done as Lynxwing padded into camp with a hoard of freshkill. He had been hunting with a ferocity rarely seen. It would keep the camp fed for weeks, and it was fresh. "Heyaz, Medneghpaaw, hlp muh gtf thes tuh thh peyle?" He nodded toward a small area next to the apprentices den, taking what he had so far to the pile. His freshkill muffled his voice.


    Oceankit, an all black tom, with bright, icy blue eyes, was already in the elders den, his fur soaked. There were no elders all except one, who would not sleep in the den alone. He watched from the shadows, his eyes like ice blue splotches. "Hello." he mewed wistfully. "I'm Oceankit." he meowed, not in a whisper


    "You're a fool." The she-cat whispered, her body rubbing against him as she steeped out of the den into the bright morning light. "You shouldn't wait for me; there are plenty others who need our company." The words were a whisper, but they still existed. She nodded to the kit, wary.

    "Can you say he loved me? Can you say he enjoyed my company? I was used by him." The she-cat muttered to empty air. She was far out of reach of him, and yet she knew he would find her eventually. he always did. It made her furious. She kept walking, eager to get away from what lay behind her.


    [Guys, what Pyropaw and Hiddenpaw are doing is part of a plot. And not to be rude, but could your characters be doing something else. I know your bored, but we are in the middle of something.]

    Hiddenpaw smirked, "You, a loner, should not be so careless in our camp as if you own it. You wouldn't want any... unfortunate accidents happening, hm?"


    OOC;
    If your talking to me, I'm advancing my own personal plot in this thread, so no, lol. It's a key event in most of my characters' lives, and I'm gonna finish up in a bit. So ignore my posts and ctrl + f to find the posts you want. Hope this helped!


    IC;
    "So, you like dancing in the dark, huh? Well. I can tell you everything you want to hear, but why not cut to the chase?" It had been months since Astralflight had joined a group of loners intent on conquesting the kittypet land that borders Thunderclan territory. She couldn't say she regretted it a ton, but honestly, she did regret it. She had killed off dozens of kittypets, and still more dared to come out, many terrified for their lives. As well they should be. And now the leader, a mysterious 'Dorminar', wanted to kill off most of the clans with his 'tree falling down plot'. Needless to say, it hadn't worked in the slightest. She was an idiot, and now she couldn't go home. What a pity.


    Glacierpaw padded forward, muscles rippling beneath his white pelt. You could say it was an offwhite, from the muck and dirt of the wild life around them. He tried his hardest to keep it pristine, but alas, he was incapable of such a tremendous task. The volatile tom narrowed his gaze at a few of the cats he passed, but said nothing. He made his way into the apprentice den and picked out a nest, curling up and preparing to duck chores by taking a nap.


    OOC: Hi guys. ^.^ I'm honoured to join your Clan! Anybody have a mentor for Glacierpaw?


    I could mentor you, LOL.


    IC; "Get of your rump and- nevermind. I've got it. Go back and do whatever you 'paws do." There was a slight miffed tone to Lynxwing's tone.

    "Okay, fine you caught me. What is it you so desperately want from me now? I can't possibly fight or kill for you anymore. You know that," the conversation was old and rusted. She had said it plenty of times before.



    "My poor, misguided Astralflight. All I want is to see you prove yourself," that was a new one. Usually he just attacked her for disobeying and let her dejectedly join back in if she killed enough kittypets. The cycle had been going on so long she could repeat his every hostile word, bristled at, like a mantra for the killing.



    "Of course you want me to prove myself. Why wouldn't I?" She only stared at him. "I can't even go back to my home, not ever since they killed your sister, my spitting image, huh?" She had finally figured it out, as she was sitting there, talking to him. "I'm a replacement for your sister, because I look exactly like her. But you didn't kill her off. It was a stupid Thunderclan warrior. Of course, you could let me go home, to Shadowclan, to see my sister once more," it was a sad, hopeless request, but she made it anyway. To her astonishment, he looked at her searchingly for a moment.



    "What would you gain, my sweet? What could you possibly-" He stopped himself before his emotions clung to him.


    I haven't read any except the The Hungers Games fully. Lovely bones sounds really good. <: i really want to read the whole thing.


    Astralflight wanted to claw the living kittypet out of him. "What harm would it do, to show my sister I was alive? What could I gain by putting- Oh, you mean... I-" Astralflight realized why he wouldn't want it. It would have looked like she had betrayed her whole clan on the word of just a loner, and then eloped with said loner. "I-... see," she muttered, trying to figure things out.


    "You don't. You're a blind she-cat with no kits and no home and you'll die without my protection," he slapped at her face with a paw, claws unsheathed. She cried out, whimpering, submissive. His old personality was raging at her. "You will do nothing unless I order it. Do you understand, you worthless she-kittypet?" His eyes were like ice, chilling her to the marrow of her bones. She wanted to cry, but held very, very still. Her cheek stung from where he had hit it.

    My recap thread {join in at your own risk}

    "Listen to me. If you walk outside this border one more time at any point -- I don't care if it's to die, nurse, or whatever -- you will never be accepted into our group again. Is that clear, my... sweet?" Dorminar grinned at her, a horrible, cunning, ruthless, bleak grin. He didn't care for her. How could he have? He had laws to obey, and laws he would obey. She looked sadly at him, trying to guess what was going on inside his head.
    "Of course. What use to you am I if I can't follow a simple order?" It was the answer he wanted and expected. He turned to leave, her following in his wake. Bitterness welled up at her position, but it was either this or go back to a sister who knew she had committed horrible crimes for thinking no one loved her.