Posts by Alias

[sub] Just a small bump to remind you of this thread.
Let me know if you need more time to reply to this. Or if you've had enough, don't be afraid to announce you want to end this session.

[sub] Haha.
Well, have fun in Georgia. I went up to the mountains this summer – very beautiful. Take some time to build up your muse and I'll save some of mine for your return.

To be honest, Hiddenvale's personality is derived from mine, except that she has all of my worse traits. I look forward to roleplaying her. I've never actually created an overly boisterous, rude or arrogant character, mainly because those kinds of personalities oppose mine and I don't have a taste for them. I guess I'll be learning how to use those traits to my advantage with Hiddenvale.

Well, we do have similar likes. Pirates of the Caribbean, Two Steps from Hell... Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit too, I suspect? I couldn't have met you sooner xD

[sub] Lithepaw plopped her freshly caught mouse onto the fresh kill pile. In instant reply, a small flock of scavengers turned their heads or flapped their wings. It was a habit of theirs, they always wanted something to eat. But Runespeak only ever treated them to fresh meat when she was in a good mood, and not when they did well.

The black apprentice sat down for a moment and contemplated the sky. It was a rather dull blue, but it was bright and clear of clouds. She often thought of her sister Violet, and wondered about her. What was it like to be Violet? Lithe could not understand Violet's actions, but there were times she missed her. She wished she'd grown up with a big sister to look after her. She often imagined Violet returning to BreezeClan. Her pelt would be ruffled and dirty with twigs and leaves sticking out of it. She would be tired, thirsty and hungry, dragging her paws into camp.

Then she would see Lithe by the fresh kill pile with a freshly caught mouse, and cry out her name. Violet would beg Lithe to forgive her, and the black apprentice would say nothing, and give Violet her mouse. If Violet ever came back... Lithe would give in to the desire of having a sibling to grow up with her. She would forgive Violet.

Sighing, she looked to the leader's den where Mintysoul slept. Lithe hadn't spoken to her mother for a while, and she decided that at a quiet time like this, she could try and be a good, loving daughter. The black she-cat picked up her mouse from the top of the pile and trotted cautiously towards the Breezestone.

"Mother?" her soft voice carried into the den as she spoke at the entrance. "Are you hungry? I've brought you a mouse."

[sub] Runespeak padded up to the fresh kill pile and looked at Winterkit. "Talk to me," the vixen said, wanting a distraction. She wondered if the kit had seen the tension going on between her clan mates.

Lithepaw smiled to herself in relief and padded in. She dropped the mouse in front of Mintysoul shyly and k a set, making sure she sat up straight and elegant. "How are you feeling, Mother?" she asked, blue eyes sweeping over Mintysoul's pelt. She must be tired, running a whole clan. And then there was the problem between Amnesiaclaw and Bluebonnet, and even Runespeak got a little upset. Though Lithe wasn't all too sure of what happened between them. Still, Mintysoul had to be involved.

[sub] Seen The Adjustment Bureau, but it didn't stand out so much. I liked the idea though, and it was interesting. I watched and loved Inception and only some of the Marvel movies. Not much of a 'Star Wars' person though.

I'm fine with Broken doing artwork on any of my characters.
You'll probably only seen this post the next time you get internet. Have fun till then.

[sub] There's no need to thank me :)
Being overly reserved can actually be just as bad. You come across as rude to strangers and your parents because you couldn't sweet-talk about the cake they baked especially for you. Of course, on the internet or with friends it's all different – you'd never guess what I'm like in real life.
It's just how I'm like.

I saw Snakeshade's app. She clearly took advantage of being a co-parent xD

Talk to you the next time you get internet, then.

[sub] Currens was only 11 moons, so he wouldn't be given a Doodler anyway. The Maine Coon yawned in a carefree manner and watched as Resuna was given Laughing Flower Vipera to mentor. What a funny name. The tom looked at the Creator expectantly – her tone didn't seem to suggest that all the announcements were over. A small thought surfaced in his mind. Was it about him?

[sub] *Sits on the couch licking ice cream*

Welcome to the candy room.

[sub] No, I don't.
And there's no need for violence.

[sub] Currens' ears perked at the last announcement. The Maine Coon thought for a moment, but could think of nothing much to say. The only thing the tom had been up to was painting himself, but that wasn't much news for the clan, was it? Perhaps once he'd finished his story painting, he could announce that... otherwise, nope. Currens stayed quiet and waved his tail from side to side as he gazed at Zyara.

[sub] What did you do?

[hr]

[sub] Runespeak considered apologising – no, explaining herself. She just needed a good time to do it. If things got out of control, she'd have to. But for now, she decided to calm down and act like it was just temper.
It's not like one little argument means I'll hate him forever. I'm the – I was the clan Advisor. I need to do what's best for all my clan mates. I'm Bluebonnet's attorney and Amnesiaclaw's friend. I can be both.

[sub] Gimme some links, Sailor~

Crisps are unhealthy, I did you a favour.

[sub] Runespeak lazed somewhere quiet and thought about Bluebonnet's punishment. Mintysoul was also affected by what happened between Amnesiaclaw and Bluebonnet, and if the leader was too stressed and tired to think about it, the vixen felt it was up to her. Come to think of it, the clan didn't have a deputy after Carikai's disappearance. She had a feeling it was going to be her. But would Runespeak make a good leader? She was still wondering if it was the right thing to do to give Amnesiaclaw a lecture back there. And she definitely didn't want to have to see Mintysoul die before she assumed the position.

Nevertheless, she had the focus on the immediate problem. If Bluebonnet took control over a clan mate... she already had the disappointment of the clan on her shoulders, but that came naturally. Perhaps she should have a small taste of what it was like to live without clan mates. Until Bluebonnet is unable to fend for herself without damaging her kits, she could hunt and eat only her own prey. But that alone didn't seem enough. What else? She would have to suggest it to Mintysoul and gather some more ideas.

[sub] Lithe looked at her mother, slightly dismayed. She knew there was something wrong, but she couldn't understand what due to how uninformed she was. Deciding she'd have to do the talking, she made herself comfortable. "Mother... you know, I grew up happy. When I was little, I was told I had more than one father. Um..." she tried to think of their names. "There was Fallennight, the BreezeClan leader, and Amnesiaclaw. Anyway... It never really got to me because... because I had Violet, and my siblings... even though we weren't close, it was comforting, you know? Just to have them there, and I wasn't the only one who didn't have a proper father."

"But then they started to disappear. Cascading... Violet... I can't even remember all of their names. But in the end, I ended up by myself. That's when I started to get lonely, and I couldn't talk to anyone. Well, there was Runespeak and Greyeclipse, and they all understood and accepted me, of course. But it just wasn't the same." She looked at her paws and fidgeted, her face burning as she talked about things that would probably upset Mintysoul. "I just wanted someone to talk to. But you were busy, and..."

She looked towards the entrance of the den. "I don't know Amnesiaclaw all that well. He doesn't notice me. I don't think he thinks of himself as my father, either." She shook her head, dismissing the subject. "Anyway, I just wanted to say... I want to talk to you, and um... you can talk, to me, if you like. It's just, I have... no one to talk to." Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged. "It's lonely, Mother."

[sub] Even amongst the sadness they both shared, Lithe was relieved as Mintysoul poured out her own story. It made her glad that she could have a private conversation with her that could only be shared between two cats who were very close. "Survivors," she echoed happily. "Okay, Mother."

"I'm going to make you really proud," Lithe added suddenly, inspired by Mintysoul's faith in her. "And I'll talk to you more often, so you won't be lonely."

[sub] Her eyes were accustomed to the darkness, her paws walked firmly on the shadowy terrain. She thought of a snowy forest – the place she had died. Without any other movements aside from walking, she stepped onto whiteness. As if she had just crossed a border, and on the other side of an invisible line, there was snow and bare trees. The place where she died. But it wasn't her life that was taken away, only something light inside.

The cat before had that light. He glowed, but he wasn't glowing. It was his presence she could feel, magnified, and such a desirable one. He wasn't even aware of it, of his brilliance, of his magnificence. He walked uncertainly, shivering in the cold, looking about him. His yellow eyes were lost, but they burned. So hard, she couldn't hold her gaze for long.

She longed for that fire, the light, the texture on his pelt that looked so real. She wanted to possess him, consume him, devour his light and make it her own. Even if the light would disappear with him the moment he was gone.
This is why she would play with him.

A small smile lifted the corner of her mouth. Her legs trembled with excitement, and she bowed her head, releasing a small, manic giggle that quickly spur out of control. "Sorry, Mal," she whispered. "Time to play."

[sub] Lithe already knows about her birth. And that 'this is the reason why you were born' actually sounds quite depression o-o

Lithe turned to see a familiar tom walk in. It was Amnesiaclaw, the one who'd returned from... lonership (not a word xD). The black apprentice looked at the ground when he observed her, and stood up. "Bye Mother," she said to Mintysoul, dipped her head and slunk out of the den.

[sub] Well...
Words cannot express how much I have delayed this post. "12 days" should do it xD.
But I found that I could write a lot more after I left the thread for so long. Oh well, let's go.

Was Pandora glad she had been stopped? Not a line on her face betrayed the defiant expression she had carried. She said nothing about Estel's change of name – she'd rather not say anything lest she gave something away. The black she-cat was not sure whose side she was on, but she knew she wasn't going to put every effort into stopping Third if he escaped. What did she feel? Uncertainty, both of the situation and what to feel. Should she portray anger? Sternness? Determination? She could display any of these emotions as easily as slipping on a mask, and keep it on her face until it was required to do otherwise. Pandora was not sure of that skill right now.

Third took the chance to rolled back onto his paws and faced Mortimer whilst trusting Estel to cover his blind spot. Frankly, he wouldn't put his life in the hands or paws of anybody, but he betted Estel wanted to get out of this situation as much as he did, and her participation in it would increase his chances of living to catch his next meal. A half-eaten fish with batter, an unclean yogurt pot and some stolen cat food. It didn't sound so bad to him, and all of which he could acquire quite easily with patience and a game of hide-and-eat.
However, all images of a nice meal was chased away when he once again regarded his opponent. He was not confident at all that he could beat Mortimer. There was a reason he'd been playing with shadows all this time. Third was an intelligencer who ran away a moon into his training. As for his combat skills, he'd picked up a few things along the way but could never stop to observe for long.
Third couldn't fight for toffees and cream, and Mortimer knew it.

The orange tom crouched and braced himself. Third's claws gripped the ground.
"How patiently you've waited," Third said.
Mortimer snarled his annoyance and ran swiftly towards his target. For a large cat, he was light on his feet, each step firm and perfectly balanced. Third was a little slower to act, and he leaped at Mortimer moments later.

One thing every intelligencer aimed to become like, was a spider.
Silent, swift, atheltic.

Instead of charging at Mortimer, Third leaped as far as he could and dodged the attack, leaned to the side. One of his paws intentionally caught Moritmer's muzzle and yanked the tom's head to the side. The attack was not without fail, as Third was the only one to fall over after causing some measure on pain in Mortimer's neck.

"Run when there's an opening," Third said in between rolling over and being missed by Mortimer's furious claws. He carelessly assumed that with Estel's fleeing self as a distraction, he would be able to escape once there was a clear path between himself and an exit. Third was confident he could outrun anyone and anything, especially when he was currently in a situation he had no desire to be in.

My original spark of an idea was a situation where Estel had Mortimer pinned (that is, if she had the skill to defeat him) and Pandora had Third under her grip. Which would have been an interesting situation, if it weren't for Third sending Pandora on a guilt trip with puppy eyes and then stabbing her in the back, therefore being able to escape.

[sub] Are you going to reply to Eyes Wide Open, Belles?

[sub] Lithe decided to go for a walk out on the moor. Detecting a new scent in the air, she followed it because her player is too lazy to role play it all out.