Posts by MistyHC

MistyHC · Aug 29th 2012

thanks for your request, I'll get right on it ^^ And yes to your fancypost/banner! Its very nice o3o

MistyHC · Aug 29th 2012

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[glow=black,2,300]RAPIDKIT/PAW/WIND[/glow]
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I know that HawkClan turned Anti-Clan when Thornvision was made leader, but became Pro-Clan again when Thornvision was killed and Willowstar became leader.
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Rapidkit/paw/wind
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female
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Rapidkit shows as a strippled dark calico/tortoiseshell, with a bib of striking white covering her fluffed, ductile chest and a white left hind leg. Glimmering, fervent yellow eyes highlight her daintiliy exquisite face, split into two contrasting colors of orange and deep inked black. The fiery, circular orbs that blaze with passion and dauntlessness. Rapidkit's ears are cuspidate and pointy, swiveling around her skull divering amounts of times. Her variegated pelt is composed of supple chatoyant fur, with floating sylthlike whiskers. Rapidkit's constitution is ostensibly delicate; but is genuinely quite sturdy, held up by attenuated limbs. Her physique is lithe, svelte yet endurable and capable of alacritous, salient movements. She traipses in a sort of uncoordinated way, but sprints and conflicts with sheer precision and fortitude. Though, what Rapidkit makes up for in the realm of precipitancy, she lacks in size and overall dynamism. Her cutting edge adroitness in battlling consists of short, sprightly strikes, never brute force. She has a habit of sneezing copiously; however, she will mature out of this when she inclines to an apprentice.
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Rapidkit will anon to be appreciated for her prowess in celerity, however, this will lead to some mockery from her tougher peers(mostly toms) as she grows, fathom that she can't deliver stalwart blows during training. She will often propose to go on patrols, hunting, gatherings, etcetera when she is not condoned, fearing that she is being defected of a possible emprise. I plan to have her slide afar from camp at night to go exploring an ample amount of times, however not without consequences, of course. As Rapid develops into a warrior, she will grow a clever, sagacious mind, independently planning her own tactics and favoring not to listen to other's strategies or opinions. At some point I want Rapid to be enmeshed in an accident of some sort, possibly a falcon attack that forsakes half of her right ear torn off, or some other disfigurement leaving her self-conscious prior to her learning to ignore it. Now, when it comes to love/relationships, I contrive to have her fall for a friend that isn't ideally romantically interested in her, leading Rapid on a chase after them. She'll eventually confess her love, but then apprehend that another tom has been crushing on her, and surmise to feeling guilty. Rapid will try and leave the clan, but then turn around when she is bombarded by a syndicate of rogue cats.
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This is hopefully going to be my first clan cat on WCRPG, and I'm very excited. I have been roleplaying for about five years now, but I feel like this is a good opportunity to learn more about the site and develop some bonds with people as my characters and plots grow.

MistyHC · Aug 30th 2012

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MistyHC · Aug 30th 2012

I went through the same thing. But after becoming scene and realizing how to express myself proudly, I've made new friends. If you can find different people to hang out, then you can begin to let go of them. Obviously, if they mock you, then they don't deserve to be friends with you, or have your attention.

MistyHC · Aug 30th 2012

Hi! Well, I decided to make this thread after discovering that Scene is a fading trend/style/persona. I myself recently decided to become Scene, because I find it to be an excellent way to express myself, especially being a DJ. I love that Scene people are very similar, yet vastly different<3 I know there are different types, mostly revolving around people's passion for music. I'm still not sure how to describe it, I just love the style so much! ;-; I'm new to the trend, sorry if I sound stupid, but I noticed that its not quite as popular anymore. My older sister, now in college, was Scene for a while, and I admired it so much. That was when I was still in elementary, now I'm in eighth. It's very awkward, because I feel like a poser being the only Scene person in my very small school(there are a few who are Emo though). But, to get back on topic, is anyone else still Scene? If so, what type?

MistyHC · Sep 3rd 2012

Thank you so much! :O I've been in the hospital and couldn't check this post, sorry x_x But anyways, I'm super excited now ^^

MistyHC · Sep 13th 2012

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[color=white]The minuscule kit's world was tenebrous and black. Warmth was replaced raw cold that seeped through her malleable fur. Prickles of fear danced at the tips of her whiskers; fear was foreign, something confusing that sent disparaging feelings through her framework. She had not known fear until now, for she had been safe since. The small creature's mouth hung agape in a soundless cry and she struggled towards the asylum of milky scents and soft purrs. Though her eyes were shut the space around her was filled with other abherrant noises and smells that softly bumped against her newfound senses. Suddenly, her throat began to feel strange, a vibration that rose into her mouth and escaped as tiny "mew". What was this perplexing thing she had produced? The kit tried again, and another sound came. Cries flowed from her jaws like rain pattering sharply onto rocks.

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MistyHC · Sep 27th 2012

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A charmed yet melancholy story of friendship, loss, forgiveness, and love. Following a young she-cat, Stripetail, on her unique journey as she struggles with the truth and finding the right path. New chapter(s) every week.

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[font=georgia][color=black]Red tipped the sky as the sun sank lower past the trees, swallowed up by their spindly branches. A long black surface snaked through the forest like a river, hot and sticky. Within the bushes that lined the path, two cats burst onto the stenchful top at full speed, turning to check over their shoulders. A small white cat bundled after them, sleek body and fluffy tail streaming towards the two warriors like lightening. "ThunderClan!", she hissed in anger, blue eyes pinned in fury from the ginger stripe that wrapped around them. Without thinking, the apprentice scrambled onto the Thunderpath, narrowly missing the larger warrior, but managing to score across the other's back. The tabby cat screeched in pain and dashed off behind the other past the border. After their tails had vanished, the cat breathed in relief. Exausted, she stood panting from the fast-paced chase. That'll teach them. I bet Rainpaw and Hawkpaw will be surprised! Lashing her ginger banded tail, she turned and began to pad towards the ShadowClan border. Oblivious to the low rumble in the distance, she shook drops of blood from her shoulders, the scarlet petals flying through the air. The low rumble was turning into a roar now, and the little cat turned her head just in time to see the monster hurtling towards her. Small teeth were revealed as her mouth hung open in fear. Then, in a flash, a blur of grey fur crashed into her with a loud yowl, "Stripepaw! Go!". Rainpaw's smooth scent washed over her as Stripepaw was thrust into the oily grass that lined the path. A blast of wind knocked her over, and she collapsed into a bundle of fur. It happened so fast, the white cat couldn't comprehend yet what was happening. Reeling from the spinning world around her, Stripepaw gingerly got to her paws. Where was Rainpaw? Looking around, her gaze landed on the pile of blue-grey stripes that lay on the Thunderpath, bloodstained and mangled.

A lump in her throat began to form; desperate sadness swelled inside her as she rushed forward and pulled him off the dangerous black surface, still ripe with the unnatural scent of monster. Tears burned behind Stripepaw's icey vision, and she cried softly, pressing her pink nose into Rainpaw's soft fur. Was he gone? All of their memories, adventures...wasted? "No...no, no, no! You're my best friend..." She mourned in a pained yowl, her dainty face now twisted in sadness as she let out a cry to StarClan. Crickets chirped in the distance, and Silverpelt began to come out of its hiding place in the sky. Carefully, she rested her head to Rainpaw's shoulder, nuzzling him lovingly. But, it was then she noticed. Stripepaw's eyes widened as she realized, his chest was rising and falling, gently and ever so lightly, but still there. Gasping, she jumped to her feet and grabbed his scruff, dragging Rainpaw across the ground with care. It was not far to the camp; Frogleap would fix him...it would be fine. Yes, it will be, Stripepaw reassured herself. Brambles snagged at her fur and squishy moss sunk beneath her paws. Somehow, though, a nagging thought crept into her mind. It was her fault Rainpaw had been injured. Things would never be the same between them again.

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[color=black][font=georgia]Lungs parched, Stripetail awoke, straining for air. Her pelt was coated in sweat, and her nest was a mess. Next to the moss bed, Hawkwing stared at her in puzzlement, the dark tabby's eyes glowing in their usual green with humor. "Bad dream, huh?" The taller she-cat gave her friend a playful swipe, at which Stripetail shrugged away from. Nightpatch was awake, too, cleaning her black and white fur. "Oh, don't bother her Hawkwing. I heard her talking her sleep. Still has some feelings for the medicine cat, y'know." Nightpatch giggled, and Stripetail squeaked in embarrassment. Hawkwing eyed her suspiciously, then sighed. "I don't get what's up with you lately. You're all shy now, and nervous. Is it because of him? He gives you moony looks!" Stripetail felt her fur grow hot and her face scrunched up in annoyance. She saw him too. Across the clearing, in the medicine den, during clan meetings. His eyes were filled with sadness, pain. And Stripetail knew deep down he didn't want to be a medicine cat. No, Rainclaw was ment to be a warrior, but she had ruined that. It was all her fault. Ever since then, the clan had looked down on the small she-cat, calling her pathetic and weak. What was once bravery had turned into cowardice within Stripetail, and each day, was filled with fear. By now, most of ShadowClan had forgotten, but the accident remained etched within her heart. I still love him, she thought to herself.

It was her secret, and though her friends could guess, it still remained a mystery whether or not to them. "Hey, Rainclaw isn't the only tom who's taking after you," Nightpatch meowed, "Swiftwind looks at you all the time!" Stripetail flicked her ear impatiently. Swiftwind had been friendly but...moony? Not quite, Stripetail thought. He would come up to her occaisionally, yet he didn't talk that much anyway. Getting to her paws, she flicked her fluffy tail for the others to follow her. Stepping into the shady clearing, Stripetail looked about. Kits played battles scenes beside the nursery, while apprentices dared each other to climb the tall pines that lined the camp. Waiting for Hawkwing to lead the way, the group padded towards the gorse tunnel where a patrol had gathered. "Got room for three more?", mewed Nightpatch. Quickstep, a lean golden tabby nodded, his apprentice Snakepaw kneading the ground excitedly.
"Will you teach me how to hunt badgers today?"
"Now, what have a I told you before, Snakepaw?", asked Quickstep in annoyance.
Snakepaw shuffled his paws thought the dust. "There aren't any badgers in ShadowClan territory...yet!"
Quickstep sighed, and turned, beginning to slip through the tunnel. Stripetail followed, head hanging low. Emerging from the prickly entrance, the forest loomed ahead of them, dark and cool,protected from sunlight. Birdsong flowed through the trees, and spots of light dappled the bracken here and there. A scent drifted through the breeze that rustled pine needles across the ground. Rainclaw. Stripetail shifted uncomfortably. He must be out gathering herbs, considering it was not yet sunhigh. "Sorry everyone, excuse me?" Without waiting for an answer, Stripetail slipped away, ginger banded face lifted in the air to find Rainclaw. It might be the only time she could see him alone. Cautiously, she pushed through stark green ferns, past a bush of blackberries, and towards a small clearing. There, sitting hunched over inspecting some tangy-smelling herbs, Rainclaw was. Softly, Stripetail padded up behind him, and gently mewed "Hi Rainclaw." It had been so long since she had spoken to him, yet it felt oddly nice. Turning in surprise, Rainclaw looked at her, a strange expression across his face, his eyes clouded with emotion. His sharp, strong shoulders shifted uneasily. "Hey there...", he meowed.

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