Posts by Huxley

[justify]The slick, skinny form of Teartracks-- the Windclan warrior, made her way slowly around the trees in the forest, thinking about how much she wanted to go home, just so she could sit on the moors and ask Starclan for a silent blessing. "Please, please" she whispered, her torbie pelt glossy with the moonlight reflecting off of it.

Truth is, that the she-cat missed her home, and quite frankly wasn't a big fan of the Darkclan cats that gave her dirty looks and stared. Shaking out her pelt, she made her way back towards where she, herself was residing alone, by the creek running through Darkclan.

She looked behind her, making sure that nobody was following her. [/justify]

[justify][It's alright c: ]
Lacey turned to watch Royce pad up behind her, watching Onniy's body. A twist of pain ached through her heart and she stood up, pressing her nose down on Onniy's body. "Alright! Let's start the death ceremony, everybody!" she called, her voice weak and caught in her throat. Lacey, only at the mere age of twelve moons, had only been in the leadership of Onniy for two, making Onniy the age of fourteen moons.

Slowly, she took her place on top of the large rock and called for her two most trustworthy male warriors to bring Onniy up and set her down in front of her. Clearing her throat, Lacey's fur rustled slightly with every sudden rasp of wind. Later, she would go down to the creek, leaving her pack in the care of her new deputy and ask Starclan for mercy and to make her clan healthy. [/justify]

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[justify]Lacey caught Adreale's eyes and smiled, letting herself rest on the large rock that she was laying on. "Everybody gather around the large rock for Onniy's death ceremony!" she called, her voice continuously cracking. This would be when she would announce her new Seconder to take over her old position so she could take over Onniy's. [/justify]

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[justify]Hey guys, I'm in need of some roleplaying. I'm going to make this fast and not overly long.

here's my character galley
I also have Rip, a kitty-pet and Etchakit of shadowclan.

I also prefer advanced because I am an advanced roleplayer myself so, yeah.

Thank's for reading guys! <3[/justify]

[justify]"I'm going to loose my leg, aren't I?" the little kitten asked, green eyes staring up towards Cerulean, knowing that the worst was coming for him. Tears started to sting his eyes, but he blinked them back, his small pelt puffing out around him.[/justify]

[justify]"A-alright" he meowed slowly, ready for whatever the tom would do to him. "You can try and fix it" he smiled, forcing his maw to curl up and smile. [/justify]

Alright, lets do it. Any particular characters you would like to roleplay with?

[justify]Username: Huxley
Display name: Huxley
Cat Name: Regalebone
Gender: Female
Age: Ninteen moons
Rank: Leader

Appearance: Regalebone's fur twines together into a silver and black, glossy pelt that makes up the pelt of a certain Silver Egyptian Mau's fur. She is skinny, and lean, and very tall, standing over allot of cats of her clan. Regale's eyes are a deep green emerald color that she tends to find extremely attractive and she tends to get allot of attention, she thinks, because of her eyes. Her structure is frail and lithe but, although allot of cats believe that she is weak and poor in body weight, she always wins in a battle and tells them off.

Personality: All in all, Regalebone can be a very persistent, snappy she-cat that has to enforce the rules and, if they are broken, then she is the one to fix that. But, on the other hand, Regale can be a very fun, loving cat under all of that hardness and in that big heart of hers.

History: Regalebone, fomerly Regalepaw of Boneclan, decided to come with her friend that she had made when he came to Boneclan and make a Pro Boneclan. That was when she was appointed Second leader.
Plot ideas: Uhm.. I really can't think of any right now ;'c
RP sample:http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…7.msg25893666#msg25893666
Other: Finni <3[/justify]

Members are aloud to make their own badges now! Just go to your camp, then to the new badges button on the top of your screen!

Sure, the Deputy please <3 Her name will be Regalesticks

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[justify]Souskit let his face fall. "Why don't you just pull it off?" he asked, his voice sincere. He was just a kitten, and being a kitten, he didn't know that that would hurt him more than anything. [/justify]

[justify]Protopaw stared at the ball with wide, googly eyes. He had never seen one of those before, ever. "That's cool" he smiled, eyeing up the large black and white object. He had never seen one of these before, nonetheless feel one. His non existent brows furrowing together, Protopaw nodded to himself, placing his paw on the side of the ball.[/justify]

[justify]After pondering about the tom's words for a moment, Souskit turned to him. "Don't you think that I am already hurt enough?" he asked, pointing to his tattered leg. "Besides, trying to rejoin it in five different places will hurt me more, and this way, my stump will heal if you just take it off" he whispered, closing his green eyes only to open them again and watch Spectrumkit stare at him. He wanted her to leave so bad, he didn't want to see her be pained by his pain. [/justify]

[justify]Because the wind was blowing away from Teartracks's nose and Autumnpaw was behind her, the Windclan warrior cautiously made her way forwards, still looking over her shoulder every once and awhile, as if something were to catch her eyes. Teartracks sighed and shook out her multicoloured pelt. Sighing finally as she made it back to the creek safely, Teartracks started to grow hungry, catching a small, skinny vole before lying herself back down on a mossy nest and digging in. If she was was going to stay in Darkclan for the time being, then she might as well make herself at home as much as possible.[/justify]

What clan is Nutfall in?

[justify]Darhma raced in after Scar, her leader. The Citizen of the rogue empire had been selling goods to a costumer when Scar had called to them, telling them to role in garlic before they came to.. wherever this horrible place was. Crinkling her nose from the disgusting smell, Darhma raced forwards, ready to attack and steal from any cat that was not on guard.

Raising her head, she gave out a long, horrible battle call, ready for war.

Watching a cat come for her, she dodged, racing for the Medicine cat den, towards Dewpaw.[/justify]

[justify]@ Green; Hmm, I'm not in modernclan. How about we go with my Kittypet, Rip, and Jet?

@ Viper; Oops! I forgot to add him up there! His name is Xelean <3 [/justify]