Posts by Oliveheart

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  • i wish that you, you were here to hold ● open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Harlequin recognized all of the BloodClanners currently present, but wasn't sure they would recognize him - yet, at least. Harley was still a relatively new face, trying to learn who was to be avoided and who could make a good friend. The ex-Elitist was a very friendly cat. "Hello Serpentine, Clara, Maylele," He greeted with a flick of an ear. "I'm Harley,"[/fancypost]

  • ( trust ; private )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"Call me Harley," He told her. It was more then just a nickname for him - he preferred to be called Harley on most occasions. "And a pleasure to meet you , Amour. I'm guessing you're some sort of high position here, seeing as you accepted Sola and I into the Clan, right?" He asked. Probably a third tier, like Historia, or perhaps the next position up judging by her activity.[/fancypost]

  • ( there's something in the air ; ; open, border patrol )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Harley nodded, standing up and glancing at his paws. They were a bit blistered, but as had happened during his last visit to the Elite, they were slowly getting used to it. "Where to? I'm still getting to know everything. Last time I stayed here I was an apprentice and BloodClan lived in an airport." He said. Harlequin was pretty sure none of the cats he'd met had been around then - the one he remembered most vividly had been Navyseal, his temporary mentor.[/fancypost]

  • do whatcha want ; private, desiree

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Harley let out a huff - third tier privilege, huh. Now in the midst of other drunk (and probably a couple sober) BloodClanners, he felt a twinge of something, probably regret. He didn't know how to dance. "Um, any idea how to dance, or keep movin'?" He asked, having to move close to Historia so that she could hear her. Even this simple close proximity made his ears feel a bit warm; even in this state he felt a strong pull that was loyalty to his lover.[/fancypost]

  • the reason i'm alive ; ( private, olly )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]He nodded, pausing to allow her to press herself closer. They were like two sardines in a can - or perhaps a more accurate description would be a pair of lovers who had just recently been reunited and because the troubles they faced, spent every moment together together like it was their last. "You're like a giant mood ring." He purred lightly, in amusement. [/fancypost]

  • i want blood guts and chocolate cake [p]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Harlequin had been seated outside of the she-cat's den, listening to the shuffling noises within, wondering who it was. He hadn't found himself a den yet and he was considering somewhere a bit farther from the majority. As Inkdeath exited, he scrambled to his feet, giving his chest a quick embarrassed lick. He didn't want her to think he was stalking her or anything. "Oh, hey. I was just looking around, "[/fancypost]

  • TIME TO TAKE OUR REVENGE ( attacking scarclan! )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"TidalClan!" Clamatis called, his voice reverberating with the help of telepathy and molecule manipulation. "The AntiClans have b-been using us as an outlet for th-their aggression for too long. Th-they think we are too scared to return their a-attacks! I am a pacifist, as m-many of you might know, but it h-has gone too far. It is time for TidalClan, along with BlizzardClan, to carry out Candelastar's original pl-plan. We will torch their home - j-just enough to show them we are not to be messed with. ScarClan is powerful, but with ours and BlizzardClan's power combined, w-we will make a lasting impression."Clamatis finished with a dip of his head, a fiery twinkle in his eyes. It was time, despite how much he hated to fight. "Two groups will slip in on th-the sides, while I w-will lead one front on. They will n-not expect it and we will try to keep their attention on the f-fighters as long as possible, so that the torchers will have t-time to do their job. Do not g-get too far within their territory, though. After completing the f-fire, join me at the fr-front."


    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1437790.new#new


    we can do this guys. <3[/fancypost]

  • MY SWEETEST FRIENDS // quick announcement

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"Hi everyone!" Talia called out where Church usually held meetings. It felt weird standing there but hey, she'd gotten his permission. "I just wanted to say that I would like to take up Flamenco as my trainee. He's shown a genuine interest in my work, has proven reliable, and seems cut out for the job. If you want to, Flamenco, then congrats!" Talia beamed, excited she'd found her first apprentice/trainee.[/fancypost]

  • i want blood guts and chocolate cake [p]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"Um, yeah. I'm Harlequin - or Harley. And that was Sola, who I came with." He explained, leaving out details of whether they were mates or friends. The line was not clearcut on that matter. "You're .." He squinted slightly, before brightening again. "Inkdeath, right? A lot of names; sorry." He mewed with an apologetic smile.[/fancypost]

  • ( trust ; private )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"She was a Guard, I was too a while ago." He confirmed. "The Elite has .. changed. It didn't feel like home anymore." He added with a shrug. "I was an exchange student here when I was younger and Sola and I remember it being a good place. Sola and I decided to .. start over here." He explained.[/fancypost]

  • it's where my demons hide )) open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Harlequin trotted over, a bit half-asleep as well. He wasn't one of those unfriendly morning people but he had a tired look to him. The snow leopard stopped short beside Inkdeath. "Hey Historia, Inkdeath, Amour, everyone else." He greeted. "I'm up for a patrol. Sort of."[/fancypost]