Posts by Nebula.

"Oh it definitely hurts," he mumbled with a scowl. "It doesn't help that it cuts in to my training, either." He twitched his tail and tilted his head. "How is your training going?" He wondered how the other apprentices training went. His was not going as smoothly as he wished, what with his injury and his terrible hunting skills.

Accepting the nuzzle, Bluenebula smiled at the tom, not wanting him to stop. "I haven't spoken of them since they died. It's hard," she mewed, moving closer to him. She had found a friend in the Persian tom, something she had not done in a long time. She wanted to get to know him more but she felt an automatic love for him and desire for his friendship even though she knew very little of the tom.

OOC. How many threads should we have before they fall in love? I'll get the genetics early.

Father: Red tabby Persian w/ green eyes.

Mother: White w/ aqua eyes. She can carry and the white can cover whatever will make this litter full of interesting colors.

A broad smile rose to the toms white maw. "Than you will have to show me when I can train again," he mewed with a light chortle. The brown tabby and white tom was excited to being training again, to grow stronger and to be able to beat Alchemypaw at a hunting competition some day.

You just need to keep the hex codes and it will work.

Copy the code I provided and go to forum profile and past it into Custom Color.

Nope

The sudden gust of wind brought a chill to the warrior and she pressed against the thick furred tom, seeking out more warmth. She was glad that the den was empty and few were around to hear their conversation. It was a cozy little home. The only negative she saw was that her nest was not in the same nook as his own. It would make it easier for her to wake up and go out for a morning hunt with him.

The apprentice was silent for a moment as she stared at the tom, her aqua eyes searching and trying to find out what he was feeling. She couldn't find out of he was sad or if he was feeling the lust for her that she felt for him.
OOC. Okay. (:

"How have you been?" She asked so that he did not have to.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Cossi. She will forever be in your heart and will be taken care of in heaven.

Welcome to the site. I would love to role play with you. (:

I have a question. Will these kits know of their relations to Bearstar and the other high positions?

iMossie wrote:

NAME OR TEXT -- <3
TEXT BANNER OR AVATAR -- Avatar.
COLORS -- Greens and blues

Can you do the heart <3 on the avatar?

I can do the heart in my text banner example on the graphic, but not the <3 symbol.

Sail, once you send the fresh-kill I will post the finished product.

"I think you know the answer to that." She abruptly mewed, hoping he could guess from their conversation how she had been since they had last spoken.

"It's a long story," the apprentice sighed in response to the question. He didn't want to tell the apprentice what he had already told Geyserpaw, but he assumed he would eventually. "I fell out of a tree."

Dirt caked white paws moved fearfully over the malachite colored grass. The light brown mackerel tabby tom was running as fast as he could managed within the glowing, moonlit territory. Water surrounded him but every step he took turned to grass. Cerulean waves licked at his paws, threatening to pull him beneath the frothing waters. He was a strong swimmer but in his dream he could not trust the waters. Something lurked beneath the waves that he could not see, a death he did not wish to face.

Green eyes were wide as his pace sped up and his steps turned to lengthy strides but no matter how hard and fast he ran he could not escape the lapping waters. Then it grew hotter than he had ever felt before. Slowing down the tom looked around and saw orange in the corner of his vision. Flames leaped high and long stacks of smoke covered the night sky, blocking out the little light provided by the white crescent moon. He stood frozen as he stared at the leaping flames, turning to see waters rushing towards him. Waves as tall as the forest trees crashed against the ground, chasing him down as he began to flee but he could not escape. Again he tried to run in precipitancy but he could not flee the engulfing flames and high rising waters.

The fire formed a circle around him, the waters not stopping the monstrous colored flames. The tom cried out but no sound was made as he pressed close to the ground, tears dripping down his white and brown face. He didn't want to die. Letting out another soundless cy of fear, the flames engulfed the tom just as the blue waves came crashing upon him.

Photopaw gasped as he woke. He was hot all over, still feeling as if he had been on fire like in his dreams. He breathed heavily, desperately trying to slow his rapid breathes to a normal pace. His heart beat fast against his chest. He could hear the unsteady thu-thump, thu-thump of his beating heart. Turning his head, the tom flinched at the lightheaded feeling and he plopped his had back on his paws, groaning. Soon enough the feeling would end just as it did with every nightmare he suffered through. He still did not enjoy the weak and nauseous feeling that overcame him though.

As the feeling passed and his breathing returned to normal along with his heartbeat, the tom slowly pushed himself up from his incondite olive colored nest and sighed. He stared at the nests around him with a matte look. He saw the sleeping forms of his fellow den mates. 'Good thing I did not wake them,' he mewed.

Moving as slow as his six moon old body would allow the Aegean tom slowly began to make his way out of the den. His eyes scanned the many forms of his fellow apprentices, many of them sleeping. He noticed a few of the nests were empty.

'A few unlucky apprentices out on the midnight patrol,' he thought with a silent chuckle. He was glad that he had not gone on a midnight patrol yet. He was always too tired to focus once the moon began to shine and the stars of Silverpelt looked down on the warriors below.

The mackerel tabby tom exited the den, feeling a few misplaced sticks scrape at his sides. The scent of another apprentice, a fresh one, clung to his nose. Who the apprentice was he did not know but he assumed it was just a cat like him, restless and unable to sleep.

Surveying the camp, the tom noticed a few warriors heading in to the warriors den and ready to sleep. Photopaw frowned, knowing that he wanted to sleep but that it would not happen. He was awake and would be until the sun set the next day.

He stared at the dying and dead yellow blades of grass, frowning. There had not been a decent rain in days and the foliage was beginning to show the effects of a green-leaf with little rain. It was his first green-leaf and he did not know that it was common for little rain during the season, but not as bad as it was.

Padding along the trodden fallow colored grass, Photopaw pushed himself out of the entrance, noticing how disturbed it was. Easily he could tell that a cat had exited it recently and he was beginning to wonder just who was out so late at night. Pushing his way out of the tight tunnel, the Riverclan apprentice walked towards the first tree he saw, staring at it. It was a tall tree with no branches near the ground. All of them were high in the tree near the top. A tree he would not risk climbing.

Padding around the tree the tom padded towards the cerulean waters of the Riverclan river. He could not wait to stand before the rushing, frothing waters and to smell the scent wafting off of it. He wanted to try his hardest at catching a silver scaled fish like he had not done before. The tom was a weak hunter but he would never admit his weakness.

As he approached the waters, the scent of the apprentice he had scented earlier in the den was heavy. The tom scanned the river banks and turned around to scan what was behind. He looked at the trees, staring in to the darkness with narrowed green eyes. He couldn't see the outline of any cats within the black shadows.

Though he was confused, the tom turned to face the water again and decided to put it behind him. As he began to focus on the slowly moving waters he heard a loud splash, a sound much louder than a fish leaping out of the river. He hissed loudly and jumped back, turning to stare at where the noise had come from.

He spotted Newpaw swimming as fast as she could towards the banks, a few fallen leaves trailing behind her. He looked up at the tree and noticed the still shivering branch. 'She fell out of the tree,' he thought with a surprised expression.

As fast as he could he ran over to where the cat was and he stared at her, quiet. "Are you okay?" He asked flicking his tail. "What happened?" His questions he could wait to have answered. He scanned the she-cat, hoping she was not injured. She would be sore if she had fallen from the tree, but he didn't know if she really had. It could have just been a bird taking off from its perch for all he knew.

Photopaw scowled. "I won't be able to do much."

"But I can't walk on it, I'm not allowed!" He muttered, staring at his busted paw. "If I could at least step on it without pain I would." Photopaw turned and stared at the other apprentice, Mintpaw, and waited for her to talk.