Posts by Fluffamun

~About you~Nickname(What you want me to call you):Fluffy is fine. c:
Activity: I'm usually here, occasionally I forget about this 'cause I have a life.
Muse:Meaning?
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~About the cat~
Name: Seabird
Age: Junior-Warrior
Gender: Female
Rank: Scout
Looks(Please provide pic and description):http://www.google.com/imgres?q…4&ved=1t:429,r:8,s:0,i:95
Personality: A bit untrusting and at first seems cold, but always stands up for what's right, and hates being called anything less than a warrior.
History(Saying 'not much' is not history. Make something up! Just be realistic): Born a kittypet at the beach, she was the coolest cat of them all.AND SHE STILL IS. But when a blind dogcatcher mistakes her for a dog, she gets taken to a pound and becomes the coolest dog of them all. Then she runs away into OldClan territory and joins.
Kin?: Probably at the beach.
Other: Jellyfish and/or Goldfish. Om nom nom.

"I did." Tinyheart mewed simply, her eyes beginning to glimmer. "I died in a Twoleg house. Pfft, should have listened to Coalfoot." she muttered lucidly, the memories beginning. "Nice to meet you."

One paw slowly drifted over the border, losing it's shimmer. "It's nice to see you again, Kazuma." Rainheart meowed slowly. "Oh, hello Pine." the StarClan she-cat brushed her tail against Pine's shoulder.

Ravenfeather scowled. Always the babysitter. Why do people think I'm anything different? she thought, coal-like fur glittering. Raven sighed. "Nightpaw, why don't we go get your pelt glistened... I'm not in the conversation, anyways."

Her kalideoscoped pelt gleamed in the moonrise. "Don't give up on the runt." she winked.

"Gack." he flailed around from Shimmerpaw's smother. When the ginger tom finally escaped, he licked his paw and gained his composture. "I am Thunder, creator of ThunderClan. Hmm... you're from the Tribes. I'll make sure to put in a good word with Roar of Rushing Water." he smiled. "I took the form of a kit to be listened to. Who listens to elders, anyways? They'll think I'm insane!"

"That there's going to be a load of bees... stay away from honey!" Petal smiled. She was so happy, even if her death was... er...maybe not ideal. "Could you help?"

She continued to sniff the poppy. When Kazuma didn't leave, she continued. "How did you die? I was trying to heal a kit with greencough, but I caught it. But at least I saved the kit." Rainheart smiled sadly.

Seabird, slender and pretty, was normally in the Clan, eating less than her share. Of course, by this description, she sounds like a Mary-Sue. In reality, Seabird has no friends, no life, and misses the beach. Seabird tossed the rest of her thrush into the nursery, falling asleep in the process.

OOC: Forgot to add this: She's narcoleptic and needs a mate.

"...They'd think I was crazy if I were an elder. And yes..." Thunder smiled slyly. "I am the creator of ThunderClan."

"Of course, but babbling apprentices," the ginger kit looked in Shimmerpaw's general direction, "might ask a few thousand questions. Me and Wind sent you your propechy cat, Cloud as White as Snow."

"Oh, my! Your pelt isn't glittery?" a pretty calico she-cat murmured, then closely observed Halffur. "Named after your clan... huh? It's almost... fitting." the psychic StarClanner blinked. "You're here for your nine lives."

"Sound like something I'd be in." Tinyheart flicked an ear. "My history? Hmm... where do I begin? I was always... not exactly loyal to my Clan, hence the name Tinyheart. I was born a kittypet, raised a rouge who stole prey; I'm a bit surprised I made it to StarClan." she smiled, eyes gleaming. "But I joined RiverClan, and some people found me...attractive? Never found out why. Some queens called me a 'tom-magnet' and said it wouldn't be long until I was in the nursery. The trouble was, none of those toms were cute! Now, I don't understand why I didn't just run off with some ShadowClan tom..."

OOC: I posted Tinyheart's history. P.S. She's uber-pretty and is looking for a mate. Oh, and she's a hunter. c:

A crimson she-cat, brooding over the fact that everyone was paying attention to the pregnant Thunderheart and not the crippled Rosebud...her. "Filthy Clancat." Under her breath, Rosebud let off some steam.

Tinyheart, a bit irritated by Snowfur, hissed: "What's with all the oldies?" in the same tone, only more mockingly.

Two kits, one a sand-colored tabby, the other a solid russet. "Oh, look another kit! Maybe we can play warriors! I call the leader because leaders are cats I miss and since there are no leaders in StarClan maybe I can be the leader then they'll be a leader in StarClan because I'm playing a leader in the game... so I'll be famous right Foxkit?" the tabby, a tom, asked, never running out of breath. "Maybe."

"Don't talk to him!" an irritable she-cat with a twisted leg, hissed. Sighing, Rosebud licked her paw. "I'm Rosebud. Best secret keeper on Hourglass Drive."

"Don't mention it." he said, stretching. Closing his eyes, Thunder felt a mouse scurry across the ground a fox-length away. Bounding for it, he grabbed it, almost missing.

OOC: When I see "special talent" I'm thinking MLP. XDDD

IC: Tinyheart, tail whipping against her haunches, wished Snowfur had a brother so she could make Snowfur shut up!