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  • Kidnapped By My Own Girlfriend.....? {Pafp}

    Jessie narrowed her eyes slightly at the look he gave her. It made her feel very uncomfortable. For a second, she questioned herself, wondering what the hell she was doing, but she let those thoughts slip from her mind and her smirk returned. "Here.. I'm sure those ropes are hurting you, no?" She purred, slipping behind him and steadily untying the ropes on his hands and feet. Letting out a sigh, she walked over towards the door, before glancing back at him, "Don't try anything stupid, okay? Because remember.. I'm the one with all the weapons." She let out a small giggle before slipping behind the door, and locking it shut.

  • Kidnapped By My Own Girlfriend.....? {Pafp}

    A few moments later, Jessie returned with her menacing smirk, and a piece of clothing in hand. "I'm back!" She sang, giggling bitterly. She walked into the room, closing the door behind her. Her eyes danced around the room, and she spotted the crowbar, "You tried to escape? Tsk, tsk.." Sighing with triumph, she walked over towards him and tossed the piece of clothing at him, "Get dressed." She commanded, her voice stern, "But be warned, you may be a bit cold when you put it on, but I'll be here to warm you up." She purred, leaning against the wall.

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    --вroĸenangel


    --age

    17 Moons

    --gender


    She-Cat


    --allιance


    ShadowClan


    --ranĸ


    Warrior


    --мaтe


    N/A


    --crυѕн


    N/A


    --eхтra


    N/A


    --.o.o.c.--


    Nyaaa.. ;w; I know. Mine ish.. Dead. RIP. </3

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    In the light of the sun,
    Is there anyone? Oh, it has begun,
    Oh dear, you look so lost,
    Your eyes are red, the tears are shed,
    This world you must have crossed, you said..


    You don't know me,
    You don't even care...


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    [font=new times roman]--вroĸenangel


    [font=times new roman]Brokenangel's eyes narrowed slightly. Her neck fur prickled and she sighed, "Fine. Then forget you." She murmured, upset with herself. Shaking her head, the she-cat rose to her paws and glanced around. Honestly, she didn't want to return to camp. Why should she, when all of the cat's there hate her? Cherryfrost was no longer her friend, Wildclaw, her former mentor refused to speak to her, and all her father did was torture her with his words. The she-cat was trapped with no avail.


    Grunting, she rose to her paws and shook her head, "I don't need you.. I don't need anyone." She sniffed lightly, her gaze dull with no expression. "Not even my own clanmate recognized me." She growled to herself, rising to her paws.


    Her gaze lifted to the sky and she huffed, "Looks like I'll be staying here for the night." She meowed quietly before glancing back over at the gorge, "Or.." She contemplated jumping once more, but what good would that do her? Groaning quietly, she shook her head and laid down, her head resting on her paws. Her tail curled around herself and she sighed, blinking her eyes until they fluttered shut.
    "That was some savior you brought me.. Next time.. Can he be nicer?" She meowed with a small smirk, giggling under her breath. Sighing, she slowly began to drift asleep.


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  • α τίmε ίη hίsτόrγ... ((romance))

    [align=center][font=times new roman]Nathaniel Vernan. The young man who tries his best to impress the Queen and King themselves, but to no avail. As the royal gardener, it's considered to be an easy task; Trimming the hedges, keeping the grass at a precise half an inch length, and keeping the ponds and bird bathes cleaner than the emerald ocean, but working out in the heat never did work for him. He was always taking breaks for water, and to escape into the shade, but if he was caught, then there would be hell to pay. You see, the Queen and her son were always lingering throughout the garden, and if something was out of order, Nathaniel would be scolded in the rudest of ways. It was always, "Sir Vernan! I expect more of you, and if the hedges aren't trimmed to my specifications, then I'm almost positive that you'll end up a failure, like your father!"


    Now, Nathaniel should have been let go and kicked out of the job by now, but the only reason he has stayed, was because of his father. The King had claimed that his father was accidentally killed, and because him and the King were close, he gave Nathaniel a job at the Castle. It seemed ideal, right? Wrong. He honestly hates his job, but what is one to do? March into the King's quarters and demand a higher ranking? I think not.


    "Nathaniel!" The voice of his friend Archer rang in the boy's ears. He sighed and set down his equipment, "Yes, Archy?" He murmured, glancing up to see his friend at the castle door way, "You've been requested." Nathaniel's eyes narrowed and he used his hand to shade the sun from his eyes, "By who?" He asked, his voice laced with confusion. No one had ever requested to see him. So.. Who could it be? "By the Queen!" Nathaniel's eyes widened and he nodded, "On my way!" He called over to him, glancing down at his form. He was musty, filthy, and covered in sweat. He sighed and shook his head, trying his best to dust himself off. The boy gently took off his apron, his white shirt looking nicer than he had hoped for. Nodding in approval, he walked over towards the door, his eyes narrowed. Why the hell would she want to speak with me..?


    >I know that it's not the best, but I wasn't quite sure what to do for my first post.. ^^'

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    --вroĸenangel


    --age

    17 Moons

    --gender


    She-Cat


    --allιance


    ShadowClan


    --ranĸ


    Warrior


    --мaтe


    N/A


    --crυѕн


    N/A


    --eхтra


    N/A


    --.o.o.c.--


    >.< I knerr.

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    In the light of the sun,
    Is there anyone? Oh, it has begun,
    Oh dear, you look so lost,
    Your eyes are red, the tears are shed,
    This world you must have crossed, you said..


    You don't know me,
    You don't even care...


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    [font=new times roman]--вroĸenangel


    [font=times new roman]--Time Skip?--


    The next morning, the sweet chirping of the birds rang in Brokenangel's ears. She sighed lightly, her eyes fluttering open. Letting out a small yawn, her paws stretched out in front of herself. Blinking away the grogginess, she glanced over at her side, feeling an odd warmth. Seeing the tom from yesterday, she jumped, her fur standing on end with her fur prickling, "Gah!" She yipped, her eyes wider than ever. Her chest was heaving, and there was no doubt that she was terrified, "What the hell?" She murmured, her eyes narrowing slightly, "What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice bland. She wasn't angry, nor was she upset. Actually.. She was rather comforted that he was here. The feeling she got when he was next to her made her side tingle. She blinked and glanced down at her side, sighing slightly.


    The she-cat shook her head, her ears flattening. "Whatever. I'm going hunting. Or are you going to follow me there, to?" She growled. No more. She was no longer going to give her kindness away like it was nothing. She had been treated like crow-food her entire life, so why be kind? Why give other's the love that they don't deserve.


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  • α τίmε ίη hίsτόrγ... ((romance))

    { Really? XD Thank you! }


    Nathaniel sighed and clapped his hands together, wiping off the debris from his clothes and what not. He had to look decent when he entered her chambers. Biting down on the inside of his cheek, the young man made his way down the hall, picking up the pace. Now at a swift run, his strides wide, he was more than likely to shake of the musty scent he carried from working in the heat all day long. He turned to corner of the long hall; Only to bump into one of the maid's. Grunting, he staggered back a bit, doubling over with his hand on his forehead. He sighed and glanced up at whom he had bumped into, "Excuse me, miss. Are you alright?"

  • α τίmε ίη hίsτόrγ... ((romance))

    Nathaniel blinked and nodded, "Yes. Thank you." He bowed slightly and smiled, "Here, miss, let me help you with that." He murmured. So what if he was late to the Queen's calling? Helping out this fair maiden would be a better use of his time. The young lass aimed to gently take the tray from her hands, "Might I ask what your name is?" His voice was smooth, laced with amusement and yearning. Yearning to learn more about this maid. She was very alluring, which he enjoyed.

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    --вroĸenangel


    --age

    17 Moons

    --gender


    She-Cat


    --allιance


    ShadowClan


    --ranĸ


    Warrior


    --мaтe


    N/A


    --crυѕн


    N/A


    --eхтra


    N/A


    --.o.o.c.--


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    In the light of the sun,
    Is there anyone? Oh, it has begun,
    Oh dear, you look so lost,
    Your eyes are red, the tears are shed,
    This world you must have crossed, you said..


    You don't know me,
    You don't even care...


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    [font=new times roman]--вroĸenangel


    [font=times new roman]Brokenangel scoffed and shook her head, "Whatever." She grumbled, her tail lashing behind herself. Sighing, she padded off, her neck fur raised. What was with him? He was really starting to bug her. Groaning, she glanced back at him and sighed, "My name? We're in the same clan and you don't know my name?" Brokenangel sighed and shook her head, "My name's Brokenangel." She meowed lightly, her gaze brighter than normal. She glanced over at him and sighed.


    "So.. If you're going to be around for a while, might as well make use of you." She meowed, smiling slightly, though it was barely visible. Her ears pricked and she turned her muzzle towards her right, sniffing the air. Vole. With in that moment, she took of in the direction, her pawsteps silent. With one quick jump, the vole was dangling from her jaw, limp and unmoving. She smiled in triumph. "You're turn, hot shot." She meowed, glancing over at him.


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  • ❥-//-lσvє's swєєtєst mєlσdч-\\- { .p.α.f.p. ~ αdvαncєd }

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    ❖kαthєrínє lσuís❖


    ♥ My heart beats like a drum,
    A guitar string to the strum,
    A beautiful song should be sung.. ♥


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    "Katherine, sweetheart! It's time to wake up." The sweet voice of an older woman rang through her ears. She groaned and nodded, "Okay.. I'm up." The teenager swung her feet over the side of the bed and sighed, lifting her head up. "Thank you, dear. You know.. It's your first day as a freshman!" Katherine smiled slightly and nodded, "I know, mom." Her mother bent over and hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead, "Oh, my big girl's all grownup!" Katherine chuckled lightly and pulled away from her mother's grasp, "Come on.. It's only highschool." Her mother scoffed and placed her hands on her hips, "Yea. And only three more years until you're gone." Katherine smirked and rose to her feet, "You sound as if you're getting rid of me." Her mother rolled her eyes, "Don't say that. Now come down stairs, your father has breakfast ready.. Since you know I can't cook anything beside a bowl a cereal." Katherine smiled and giggled lightly, "You don't cook cereal, you know that, right?" Her mother blinked and sighed, "Uhm.. Yea.. I know that." Katherine sighed and shook her head, heading downstairs with her mother trailing behind her.
    "Morning dad!" Katherine sang, her eyes bright. Her pajama's were loose and she looked tired. "Morning, Kitty Kat." Her father smiled slightly and kissed her cheek, "Guess what I made you for breakfast?" Katherine stopped in her tracks and sniffed the air, a grin spreading across her face, "Blueberry pancakes with bacon and eggs?" She asked, her eyes lighting up. Her father chuckled and nodded, "Correct! And good guess." Katherine smirked and sat down at the table, "I know my food." Both of her parents smiled and sat down with her. Once they finished eating, Katherine rose from her seat and headed upstairs to get dressed, a bounce in her step.


    "What to wear.. What to wear.." She mumbled to herself, searching through her drawers and closet. Sighing, she pulled out a black tank top, dark grey shorts, and black and white striped knee-high socks. She grinned at her choice and quickly got dressed. She slipped on her black Converse, and grabbed her bag before heading downstairs once more, "I'm off to school!" She called to her parents as she head out the door, her smile wide and her light grey eyes bright.


    Katherine walked through the school's double doors, her stomach full of butterflies. Well this was.. Quite foreign. She sighed slightly, her arms crossed and pressed against her chest. Her gaze danced around the hall, seeing the unfamiliar faces. Some stared at her as if she were some alien, while others glared. Great.. My first day and people already hate me.. Katherine shook her head and headed towards her locker, putting in her combination and putting her stuff in. This was going to be one exciting year.


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    ♥ She's got blue eyes deep like the sea,
    That roll back when she's laughing at me..
    She rises up like the tide,
    The moment her lips meet mine... ♥

  • α τίmε ίη hίsτόrγ... ((romance))

    "Indeed." He murmured, walking beside her, "Those who snitch, are just craving attention though. They want to be seen as great and loyal servants to the Royal's. But really.. They're just fools." He muttered, chuckling under his breath. HIs shaggy brown hair fell into his eyes and he sighed, blinking.

  • Kidnapped By My Own Girlfriend.....? {Pafp}

    "Oho?" She purred, her eyes gleaming, "Whatever you say, love. But I'm sure that you're going to look as sexy as hell in that speedo." She giggled bitterly and walked out of the room, closing it behind her.


    { XD I couldn't type that with a straight face. }

  • Kidnapped By My Own Girlfriend.....? {Pafp}

    { Haha. cx }


    Jessie smirked and walked back in, "Oooh. I was correct." She purred, walking over towards him, "Cold? Well.. Remember, I said I would warm you up!" The edges of her lips pulled into a smirk and she walked over towards him, her hair bouncing at her shoulders. Jess smiled and bent over in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck. With her eyes clouded with lust, she aimed to roughly smash her lips into his, her hands running down his back.

  • α τίmε ίη hίsτόrγ... ((romance))

    Nathaniel smiled and watched as she left, feeling a bit.. Odd inside. Chuckling under his breath, he turned to walk towards the Queen's quarters, though the sound of the Prince yelling caught his attention. Gritting his teeth, he turned towards the door, contemplating going inside and helping her out of that, but what good would that bring him? Oh what the hell.


    Nathaniel sighed and slipped inside, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. No one should treat a lady as such, even if they are their maid. "Excuse, me your highness?" He spoke loudly, his voice broad and laced with pride, "It is in my deepest apologies, but I must borrow Miss Quinn for a moment. It seems as if there is a mess down in the kitchen that needs attending to?" Nathaniel smiled and took in a deep breath, his eyes challenging.