Posts by Easglefeather

((You get that he's being kind of a jerk, right? Did you see what he said about she-cats? Lol...))

Very cool! Thank you. :)

((Eh, he doesn't really try to be a jerk, he's just kind of bitter and extremely loyal to the Tribe. He doesn't trust/like many cats and mostly keeps to himself.))

With a smirk, Canyon watched Leaf carefully, anticipating any suspicious behaviour she might exhibit. He glanced quickly with narrowed eyes at Tree, Meadow, and Flame, letting them know that he still didn't approve of their decision to allow the kit into the camp.

Bump!

((Aw man, I'm too late! This looks like a cool roleplay idea, but I missed out on joining. -snaps-
Oh well, have fun you two.))

((Hm, do you think I could play a girl who's the daughter of their family friends, and who has a thing for Carson?))

((Miakoda has competition! :o))

Canyon sneered at Flame.

"Clan?" he spat. "Since when does the Tribe of Burning Eclipse have anything to do with a clan? You'd better watch your tongue, Flame, or this kit might not be the only one whose loyalties I don't trust."

With this, he left the she-cats and strode over to Fallow and Leaf. He bent his head low, whispering softly into Fallow's ear.

"Don't grow too attached to her," he warned gently. "We aren't even sure if she'll be joining the Tribe."

Course schedule for Layla Marshinay
Block A: Self Manipulation
Block B: Astronomy
Block C: Spanish
Block D: Creative Writing
Dorm #: 102

Canyon rolled his eyes. Insolent, too, considering she's not even a Tribe member!

Suddenly and out of the blue, he laughed. "Very well, then," he chuckled. "Let's allow the loner kit boss us around, then, shall we? Of course, I'm simply the big mean cat, merely a senior Tunnel-Guard of the Tribe. I clearly have nothing on the kit that barges into the camp acting like she was born here. And of course, it doesn't matter that the leader hasn't yet learned of this young cat's presence - she'll fit right in, according to Fallow. No one would dare to question the wisdom of Fallow, or risk upsetting the great and powerful Leaf!"

With another sarcastic, haughty laugh, he strode away from the group and towards the Fable's den, flicking his tail casually.

Pretending to not hear the sounds of agony coming from Leaf, Canyon proceeded to enter the dark leader's den. His soft paws made no sound as he gently made his way into the depths, until he saw Fable.

"Fable of Forgotten Values," he said, bowing his head deeply with respect. "I was wondering if you might be interested to know that Meadow, Tree, and Flame have found a kit wandering around our territory, and have brought her back to the camp. I can't say that I recommend her as a potential Tribe member, for in the short time that I've seen her she has proven to be troublesome and insolent, but I understand that in the end it is your decision to make. Would you care to meet her for yourself? I believe she is, at the moment, trying to draw sympathy from the rest of the Tribe that they may support her cause."

His ears flicked back, catching faint sounds of the hissing that Leaf continued to emit shamelessly. He closed his eyes for a moment, sending a brief prayer to the Tribe of the Clear Moon. Please, ancestors, he pleaded. Don't allow this meddlesome kit to be known as a Tribe cat. In her, I sense only a wretched future of impudence and possible treachery.

Canyon flicked his ears, trying to hide his hurt as Fable seemed to roll her eyes at him. Well, it's true that no outsider can join the Tribe without her approval. What, did she want us to make the decision amongst ourselves? If that were the case, I'd have never let Leaf step foot inside the camp, let alone let her go about pining for attention.

As he strode out of the den and past Flame, he noticed her cruel glare. "If you say even a whisper of meanness, you'll get in trouble!" she hissed at him. He paused and raised a brow at her, struggling hard not to laugh. I'll get in trouble if I'm mean? he thought, his whiskers twitching in amusement. What are we, kits? You're going to tattle-tale on me like a to-be, all because you think I'm too harsh for not wanting a whiny, bratty kit to join the Tribe? My goodness, I thought we were grown warriors, not petty, snivelling fur bags!

Saying nothing in reply, Canyon just shook his head and cast her comment off casually with a flick of his tail, still trying hard not to laugh. I wonder what she did to get herself made into a Swift-runner? Sat in front of a badger, sniffling, and told him that if he wasn't nice she was going to tell on him? When he was far away from the rest of the cats, he allowed himself a chuckle.

Forget about it. I don't want anything to do with that pathetic, miserable lot. I can only pray to our ancestors that the next generation of Tribe cats won't be so mouse-brained... although, fat chance of that happening if we allow Leaf to get involved in the gene pool. With a smirk, he picked a mouse from the fresh-kill pile and went off to sit by himself, watching the proceedings from afar as he ate.

((Note: I only said in here that Flame is a Swift-runner because I don't know what she actually is. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.))

Bane relaxed slightly, letting the bristly fur of his haunches flatten. His ears pricked forward curiously.
"Why, may I ask, have you decided to trust me so easily? I could be a spy, after all," he said coolly. "Are you sure I am to be a guest... or a prisoner?" His amber gaze met that of Terrum's, steady and unwavering. Although it was true that he provided no threat, he was curious to know what being a 'guest' among their company meant.

((Maybe this is out of turn, but I had to ask... Never, do you ever use punctuation? Like, at all? From what I could tell of your roleplay sample, it's simply one long run-on sentence. o_0))

((Um, I'm sorry but I don't think that hawks can be part of a Tribe/Clan of cats. =/))

Bane turned to Snow with burning eyes. So, he thought. She's not a member of the pack either. She certainly has a right to be suspicious - I've never been accepted so openly into a pack before, so I'm curious to know what makes this one different.

He turned back to Terrum, still awaiting her answer. His claws and fangs were sharp, and his muscles were lean and tense. He knew that if needed, he could - assuming the white she-wolf was on his side - easily escape unscathed if the two pack wolves had an ulterior motive that wasn't altogether savory.

((This is the first year that Rushook will be fighting (he's still young), however, I can say that Channock is his older brother and he is the mate to Delilah. Would that be okay?))

((Nope! I don't really have a plot in mind just yet haha.))

"Delilah!"

Channock trotted eagerly from the forest and into the clearing where his mate and daughter resided. He approached his mate and nuzzled her face affectionately, then dipped his head and gave Eleanora a quick lick on the forehead.

"I'm glad we'll get to watch the Dance together. Although, young Rushook here doesn't seem all that enthusiastic about it."

Indeed, Rushook had been standing a respectful distance gazing off towards the place where bucks and does were beginning to assemble, his mind supposedly occupied by thoughts of the rut. At the sound of his name, however, he came out of his dazed and approached his older brother.

"And what about you, brother?" he said coolly. "Will you fight again this year?"

Although most bucks fought for multiple does - some had as many as ten during a year - Channock was odd in that he preferred to devote his time solely to Delilah. There were questions floating about, however, that it wasn't his choice, and that the fact that he had but one doe was a reflection on his inadequacy as a buck. There must be something wrong with him, they would whisper. Perhaps his antlers are just too small, or he's not strong enough. Why else would he settle for but one mate?

Even though Rushook didn't like the idea of the Dance, the rumours about his brother made him uncomfortable. Although he liked Delilah and knew that she was a good choice for Channock, he couldn't help but feel that Channock should try harder to prove his worth.