Posts by Stealth

There's always a way out. Always. They give you three choices, and I'm the cat that finds the Option D.
But what could she do? He seemed immune to her wiles, he was stronger, not afraid to hurt her, and smart. She was faster, but... Nightly Star leapt up onto the desk, then the windowsill behind him, refusing to show weakness even as her fresh wounds stretched and pulsed. One step at a time...
I can't escape out of here. There's a small ledge outside, but the roof is flat and a long way up - no way down, even if I can get out of his way. There are multiple exits from the warehouse, and his 'employer' will probably be on the ground floor. So many pipes in a dark roof, and one small black she-cat, with so many crossing scents that it's impossible to find her? Easy. Just play dead for now...

FlameKit tumbled off of Nightfang as the older cat hurried out, and spat angrily - in his attack, he had not heard Heronflight's wails. Following angrily, it took him about 10 seconds to notice that somecat was missing...
"Where Heronflight?" the amber kit asked slowly. Then his blue eyes brightened. "Has he gone?"
It was something close to hope in his voice.

GuileKit poked her head up over her mother's leg - the she-cat seemed to be asleep - and prodded one of her sisters gently. "D-dawnKit? Will you play with me?" Receiving no immediate response, the four-moon kit turned away, wiggled her back end theatrically, and pounced playfully on another of her siblings. "Emmy!" She still struggled to pronounce 'EmeraldKit', though had got the hang of her other littermates' names by now.

BUMP! :)

This is a good idea, and I can see in the general area of keeping everything open, but I know for a fact that a lot of difficult situations can be avoided with Private Threads. I can't count the amount of times that I've started an open thread and someone I enjoy posting with has joined it, we've got some good plotting going, and then, two or three pages in, two other people come. I don't usually mind the other people, but it has been the case several times that these two other people have taken over the thread with one-liners and power-playing. It ruins the plotting, and me being online only once or twice a day, I have trouble keeping up :/
I do my best for open threads, but it really bugs me when people don't read what they need to.

Another problem with the 'not allowed closed threads' idea is situation. For instance, I run the Origins plot and its affiliated Slave Trade. I've been in three threads regarding it. Two were closed, and it's a good job, because the Open one had no 'Private' sign in the title. I had put in the first post that if people wanted to join they should follow the link to the plot, which I gave, and that the surroundings were there. We were well into a fight when someone popped in and interrupted. I will name no names, and not directly quote for respectful purposes, but they blandly came in, acting as though the characters were outside[size=1](though in every post I described the cellar the slaves were kept in)[/size], and as though they weren't in a fight for their life.
I politely explained the situation, and they refused to join the OOC plot thread. I think the thread was deleted or something, because I couldn't find it just now, but since then all Slave Trade threads have been safely 'Closed'.

It's a good plan, and I like Open threads in general, but there are quite a lot of things I enjoy about Private threads, too. And making people join up to the PseudoClan OOC beforehand saves a lot of trouble :/

Just my experiences, though.

This has been nagging me a little lately.
I see lots of people with, like, 200 badges, and I have nothing against that - great, I say! - but it does bother me that... Well... Please don't think I'm being vain or anything, and I'm sorry if I am, but how would one get those badges? There's a few I've seen around that I know I have done also, but I didn't want to bring it up until now... It's just that it seems to be staff that are being noticed as achieving these things. I'm not bothered about getting the most amount of badges or anything, I've just noted this. Is there a thread where you give proof or something? Any help would be greatly appreciated, thanks ^^'

~Stealth.

Kay, thanks guys :)
Heading there now~

EDIT:
I got told to come back to the Help Den :/

Stealth wrote:

Hey :)
If it's okay, I have achieved the:
*Advanced RP-er Badge - 15 Advanced characters and counting;
*6 month activity - I've been here for almost a year - 10 days and counting! - and had a total of about 2 months away. So nearly a year of activity, but definitely 6 months;
*Certified warrior - my cat ThistlePaw/ThistleRain has just had his warrior ceremony, and has had two training threads;
*And ARTS Member - I contribute monthly to the Newsletter.

Thanks, and you can take all the time you need; I know there's only two people who can give badges, and you have a lot on your hands ^^

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EDIT 2:
And right after making this edit, I saw that to of them have been given to me x3
Thanks for all your help, guys.

"Oh."
Even Roman could not disguise the malice in his voice. So the leader had not been killed... A sudden wave of fury flared up inside the tom, and he let out a snarl, leaping to land a tail-length before Mustafa. "Get out of my office!"

I wasn't bothered about the badge, so much, as when not in PseudoClans I enjoy Open Threads, but I may have misunderstood something Wynn said:

Wynnyelle wrote:

another idea is limiting closed clan threads to the loner lands or pseudoclans board instead. Of course that would only move the problem around rather than fix it, but some RPGs do use separate boards for closed threads to great success.

What I got from this was that one wouldn't be allowed to make Private threads in the PsuedoClans area. This, I feel, would be more of a problem than it would fix; more rules and, I refer to my above example here, more interruptions.
Badge, fine. No closed threads, painful.

But like I said, just my opinion ^^

Oh, Bugger, that was my job XD I only have one character currently made, the leader of the Moth Faction, which no-one else is in, so how about I NPC a character quickly until I can make Manta's bio? ^^

But just until then ^^ I'll get on it soon, with Silentsoul's permission.

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Ears erect, Harley stood stock still for a moment, blue eyes wide, staring avidly at the spot where he was certain he had seen the stranger. Delicately, he scented the air. Nothing. "False alarm," the tom mumbled, blushing under his fur. What was I going to say? I felt it was important...

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The tom forced a smile, but couldn't get his heart into it. The moment had been ruined, he felt, though a memory shortened by short bursts of hyper-excitement as a kit could not quite recall what it was so important for him to say, and Harley wished he hadn't caught a whiff of mad white she-cat so suddenly. In an attempt to relieve the sudden tension, he opened his mouth again, thinking hard of something to say. But he was still worried about the faint trace of her on the wind, and wanted to move on. "D-d'you think you're well enough to travel?"

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A paw jabbed into FreckleHeart's stomach, and her eyes snapped open with a start. Her initial reaction was fear - could someone have stolen her kits!? - but the poke was a small one, and with relief she counted five squirming forms, nestled asleep in her lap. She blearily licked the perpetrator on the back of the head, but was still too sleepy to see which of her kits it was. Closing her pale green eyes, she shifted to form a barrier over them, then drifted back off into the calm, warm sleep.
She was woken again abruptly at a squeal of "DawnKit! You's awake!"

"You recovered really well," Harley smiled. It was a true expression this time. "I wonder what herb it was that I gave you - just pulled up the first thing I found... I mean, I knew it wasn't going to make things worse, y'know?"
The tom tried again to pull back the situation, but this really wasn't going well. "Umm... D'you know any place to go?"

"Cool," smiled Harley, glancing at the sky. He wrinkled his nose and lifted up his paw, blotting out its light from his face for a moment, then moving it across the clear blue sky. This continued for about two minutes, before he gave in and glanced at Artemis for help. "How long 'till night? I met 'n owl what spoke cat once, and she showed me how she tells the time by seeing how much of her wing the sun has left to go, but I can't work it out..." he lifted up his paw again, then paused for a moment, sat back on his hind legs and angled it like a wing. "Nah. Can't figure."