Posts by bigtimerushfan

An amused purr rose in the elder kit's throat. She sat down and tucked her paws under her fluffy silvery white chest. "So, did you sleep well?" she asked Puddlekit.

Once I've caught my breath I begin walking. As I stated earlier, it's a bit hard to keep track of time, but I'm getting a bit tired, possibly after all that running. I climb up a nearby tree and sit on one of the higher sturdy branches, my legs swinging back and forth. I lean my head back on the trunk and stare up at the black sky - that's when I hear leaves crunching beneath somebody's feet down below. God, is it that Russian girl again? Can't she just leave me alone? I glance downwards and I force myself to keep a scream locked in my throat when I see the limping, unstable figure of a zombie. I unstrap my blitz from my belt and keep a tight grip on the ebony handle as the zombie staggers past my tree. Once it disappears into the foliage I let out a quiet sigh of relief, then I think - it's heading towards the Russian girl. Sure, we aren't allies, but she's the only human I've seen since the beginning of the apocalypse. No one deserves to die or join the undead, even if they do come across as slightly annoying and rude in my eyes. I climb down the tree and follow the zombie in utter silence.

Whitekit grinned. "Yay!"

Unfortunately, the DarkClan patrol had heard the rustling. "Now, where did that come from?" the patrol leader questioned aloud. He padded towards one of the bushes that neither Maya nor Pumpkinpaw were hiding in, and clawed it roughly so that he pulled out some of the roots that connected it to the ground. "Mousedung. No cats here."
"Maybe over here?" Snakepaw asked, flicking his tail towards the bush Pumpkinpaw hid in. His breath caught in his throat as fear overtook his body.

"I see you really like the taste of your paw," Olivekit joked, referring to his paw that he had been gnawing on.

Fine. I'll run, Krystal thought with a low growl, although she didn't move as she had stayed to see the single tribute that emerged from behind a boulder. She silently hoped Corey wouldn't attack him. "Are you okay?" she asked the other tribute, as she warily approached him.

Olivekit chuckled softly, then started to groom herself.

The leader of the patrol cackled when he saw her. Snakepaw and the she-cat turned away from Pumpkinpaw's bush, now interested in Maya. "Well, well. Look what we have here." The patrol leader sniffed Maya's pelt, and his eyes widened. "A kittypet," he growled as he recognized what her scent was.

Okay, so this is about a girl named Jessa who has a huge crush on a total bad boy, except she's a goody-two-shoes that's kind of a teacher's pet, makes wonderful grades in school, and would freak out if the slightest scratch appeared in her parent's house if she held a party. However, when she develops a crush on this bad boy, she wants to become bad so that he'll like her. One of her best friends tries to convince her not to change who she really is, while the other best friend tells her to go for it.

Form:

My Form:

Roles needed:
Bad boy - Adam Lanza (>>>xłøvex<<<)
Best friend (the one that tells her not to change herself) - Claire Bright (~!~Supernatural~!~)
Best friend (the one that tells her to change herself if she wants the bad boy so badly)

"Stop!" Krystal yelled. She wanted them to stop fighting but she didn't want to get hurt herself. So she leaned against the canyon wall and buried her face in her hands. "Please don't fight."

The patrol leader laughed maliciously. "Of course you aren't, dear." He offered her a sickening sweet smile, before turning to glance at Snakepaw. "I give you the honor, Snakepaw," he meowed, smirking. "You know what to do." Snakepaw dipped his head.
"Of course, Blackwind." He slowly approached Maya, his eyes narrowed, before unsheathing his claws and leaping into the air, ready to pounce on her. No! Pumpkinpaw thought.

Whitekit nodded. "Not it," she agreed, before puffing out her snowy white chest proudly. "Because I'm the deputy!"

Suddenly, a strange feeling overtook Krystal's body. She bravely stepped in between the two male tributes. "Stop," she said again, though this time her voice was calm and steady. She glared at Corey. "He's only attacking you because you frightened him when you held your sword like that. And you," She turned to face Terrell, "Corey's my ally and if you hurt him I will fight you. I don't want to, but I will. We can all come to an agreement here if you two just settle down." Krystal was surprised at her own words. It normally wasn't like her to play peacemaker.

"It's not all about fighting. You also have to survive -" She glanced angrily at both of them. "- But how are you supposed to survive in a burning hot desert canyon if you're alone? Don't tell me you can survive on your own because I know you can't, and you know you can't, either. Every tribute has had allies in the past. They help protect each other!"

Snakepaw hissed and aimed to swipe his claw across her muzzle.

"Need some help?" a deep voice came from the foliage. Frostflame stepped out, an amused grin stretched across his muzzle. He grabbed Goldenkit by the scruff and helped her up onto the first branch.

"Sure you do." A purr rumbled in Frostflame's throat.

Snakepaw yowled and leaped at her again.
She needs help, Pumpkinpaw thought fearfully. But did he really have the courage to go out there and help her? He sat there, a terrified shiver overtaking his body.

"You're a coward," Snakepaw taunted. "You won't fight back." The muscles in his shoulders rippled and he dug his gray claws into the earth. His lips curled in a scowl, before he aimed to jump up and ram into her which might cause her to fall over.

Krystal looked at Terrell. "I suppose you're going to walk away, too," she grumbled. "From all the protection that you'll ever get." She shrugged, as if she couldn't care less. "Whatever." She removed the empty canteen from her pack and headed towards the lake.