Zanzan; No problem! 8D
Ok, I have a couple questions here. In the January task in the first quote, when it says 'character's birth post here' does that mean the person who plays the mother's first post? Because then the second quote is your character's first post. It's confusing. Dx
Also, in the extra credit task, when it says 'first steps', what is that? Your character's first walking steps or what? If so, then what are you supposed to say about that?
Sorry but I just got a family for my kit. Ampora and Trident, of the Elite. I'm sorry Nettle, but if I wouldn't have gotten the call sooner, I would've gone with you. 3x
[align=center]Revvy; I would assume that the "Character's birth post here" is the post made by the person whom plays the mother. And with the extra credit task, "first steps" is their first walking steps. owo
And I vote for Pocketpaw. <3
[font=georgia][color=maroon]Shmank you Ryu! But what exactly do you put for first steps, then?
{Recap? Sorry I'm at a friends, (:}
Just wondering but how do you get the badge for this?
Madeline furrowed her brow as she turned to look at him. He was staring decidedly at his tent as he asked her this, and denial and questions ran through her head. What was his deal? Why did he seem to always want to be away from her, to distance himself from her contact or companionship? She could understand to some extent, but still, all the same, she didn't completely get his preference to isolation.
Well, to each his own, she guessed. But she shrugged anyways. "It honestly doesn't bother me, but if it is your preference, who am I to stop you?" She shot Bruce a crooked smile. "But you can come in by me anytime you want." She conceded before approaching him, the kitten curled in her arms. "Please tell me you know how to set up a tent though. I have no idea how." She shrugged nonchalantly, a blush crossing her cheeks for a moment.
She had never been camping before in her life ever since she was a very small girl. Her parents never had the need to take her. So she didn't know much about nature or foreign living. But she knew she'd have to learn if she was to be an aspiring young author. No better time to learn than the present, right?
Hollisterpattern snarled, claws unsheathed and muscles tensed and ready for battle as he strode purposefully in behind his leader. The deputy was ready for battle.
Tarragon smirked as he strode calmly in with BloodClan. His first actual battle. How extremely exciting. His smirk dipped into a deep, feral snarl, making his hellish, ripped face even more terrifying.
The deputy howled in defiance and anger as the news was released. His claws scratched the cave floor and his tail lashed in anger. "How did you find out this information?" He hissed, anger sparking and roaring in his soul.
May I please have my CDC badge? Link to my CDC is here
Tarragon was ready to go. He set off after his Clan, head held high and eyes narrowed, scanning around him to make sure he had everything. He had been accepted not too long ago, and it seemed that once he had gotten used to this home, they were going to another one. He could understand why, of course, but still. Glancing around, the apprentice slowed slightly, scanning the large group to see if Translucentkit was anywhere near.
Tarragon dipped his head in relief when he saw his friend rush up to her. "Hey Transie, was beginning to think I'd lost you." He nudged her gently with his broad, scarred shoulder, before glancing down at the kit she was carrying. "Whose this little one?" He asked, brown and orange eyes studying the kit.
Tarragon nodded in understanding, smiling slightly as he rested his tail on her back. "So, what do you think this new territory will be like? It's in a forest...I don't really like forests too much. They're too dense and crowded." He confessed, narrowing his eyes slightly. He hoped this new territory would be able to change his mind. He didn't exactly want to live in a place he despised. Though, in truth, he had no room to complain. It was the leaders' decisions where they would live. Also, they had said most cats would like it. He sighed slightly to himself. Well, then again, he wasn't 'most cats'.
HEY EVERYONE AND MIGHT I SAY HAPPY NEW YEAR'S! <333
I plan on making my 2013 to be even better than my 2012. There are many changes I plan on making in my life, resolutions I'm taking on that will better me as a person. Here are a few of them:
I was at my best friend's house to stay the night and ring in the New Year with her cousins and friends, but I got sick and had to come home. Dx So I'm ringing in 2013 by myself. ;-; With my puppies! xD
So, what is everyone's else's resolutions? Did anyone do anything special for New Year's? Any future plans or accomplishments set to happen in 2013? Tell me everything, I'd be glad to know! Also, any advice for my resolutions would be greatly needed and appreciated, and I'll help with any advice for your resolutions as well! <3
/throws confetti
HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYONE!
/raises wine glass
And here's to 2013 being TEN times better than 2012. x3 I wish everyone a safe, prosperous, and happy New Year's! cx
Tarragon nodded, smiling softly down at his friend. "Yeah, walking and talking with someone else during this move won't make it as boring." He complied, setting off with her at his side, on to their new territory, their new life.
Tarragon sunk into invisibility as he caught sight of Translucentkit. Visible to no one, he snuck quietly up to her, pawsteps silent and body still. He knew she could still sense him with her super senses, but maybe she was so preoccupied with excitement at her promotion she wouldn't notice. With a quick lash of the tail, he pounced at her, but instead of actually tackling her, he just leaped into place right next to her and poked her shoulder with his paw. "Yo, Transie. Hear your becoming a trainee today. We can finally train together now!" He told her quietly, sticking next to her before Dustmist called her up.
OOC; The former deputy Winterpelt died, so Acosmistnight promoted Hollisterpattern and Soulreaper to deputies, then lead a patrol to go searching for details on Winterpelt's death. They questioned the Blackheart Rogues, because Winterpelt's body had been found outside their camp, but after more and more cats kept trickling in, HiddenClan left. A dog named Gypsie joined HiddenClan. Acosmistnight read the memories of a Blackheart Rogues cat and found out The Elite killed them, so now they're battling The Elite in a separate thread found on the signup thread, along with a bunch of other Clans as well! There's also other threads on the signup page under the 'Threads' section you can look at to get to different threads as well, like one where everyone's getting high on catnip and another where they're investigating a dumping of cookies everywhere near one of their tunnel exits. x3 Anyone else, feel free to add on.
A deep chuckle bubbled in the dark tabby's throat, his brown and orange eyes flashing with humor as he faded back into his large, scarred form again. "Sorry, but I couldn't resist. You know I had to be here for your ceremony right?" He asked good-naturedly as he leaned forward and brushed some sand off of her side, being careful not to cut her with his permanently unsheathed claws. He winked at her before turning back around to observe the ceremonies.
Tarragon narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in a reverie as he padded along with Translucentkit by his side. He hated forests. He always thought they were too dense and crowded. He hoped this new territory would be able to change his mind. He didn't exactly want to live in a place he despised. Though, in truth, he had no room to complain. It was the leaders' decisions where they would live. Also, they had said most cats would like it. He sighed slightly to himself. Well, then again, he wasn't 'most cats'.
Also, the thought of Haemon Mist and Backstab dead. It was terrible, and he grieved for both losses tremendously. Kila had been mentored by Haemon herself, and Tarragon and gotten to know her a bit through Kila. Both of their losses ere tragic to the Clan, especially considering Dustmist's reaction to it all. And spontaneously changing their religion to NightClan? Yeah she was definitely out of sorts for the time being.
He was broken out of his reverie by his friend's voice. Turning to look at her, he smiled slightly. "Yeah, Transie?" He asked, studying her a bit before looking back down to the ground with a small sigh.
Tarragon brightened slightly as he turned his attention to the Maine Coon on his best friend's back. He had been curious ever since they met up in the old BloodClan camp who the little one was and why Transie was looking after him. "Yeah, how did you find him?" He asked, tilting his head as he turned his scarred face back to her.
Thanks for your beautiful work with my Burstkit graphic! I loved it, so imma order again. >x3
Graphic Type| Graphic with Text
Picture URL or Description of cat| A cinnamon ticked tabby with white, any type of orange or amber eyes.
Text[optional]| We are made from broken parts ; Monte [you can place them anywhere, as long as they're near each other and both on the graphic (:]
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