Posts by Kokoro

[font=times new roman]You come up with the best ideas!

I'm really liking the sound of your war and apocalypse plots :3
What if we went with War alternate (b): Where the war is actually grey-and-grey, but also doubles as the cause of the apocalypse because it's so large and/or both sides are so powerful? And it wouldn't be a good thing for either side prevail and be in control of whatever is left because one side is obviously evil, while the other seems all righteous and good but is really more of a dystopian type thing upon closer inspection.

I really do like all of the War ideas though, so I'd be happy with any of them.
I think I'd like to make a new character for this, too. I can't see any of my current characters getting involved with either side of this x3

"They call me Richter, the guy you've all been dreaming about." The small pixiebob meowed with his characteristic smirk. A mischievous light shone in his hazel eyes as he looked around at his gathered clanmates. He had only joined a few days ago, and had made it a game to see who he could and couldn't annoy with his cocky attitude and general smartassery.

That sounds perfect. Maybe our characters could both help the "good guys" side to win and then help/encourage the good-guy underlings to stage the coup?

Oh that's a hard choice. But I enjoy and seem to have a knack(maybe?) for playing characters that aren't necessarily "good", or at least not in the beginning, so I think I'd like to go with the dark side. But really I would be fine either way if you decide you'd rather play that character. I think it would be interesting to play the light character when they realize their side isn't exactly what they thought, just because I like internal conflict and all that drama xD

I'm going to just say he too, since my character will most likely be a male anyway ;)

Sorry, I wasn't totally clear. I didn't mean to say that he would be evil. I was referring more to the fact of him being brainwashed to do evil things in the beginning. And then I was thinking his personality would be somewhere about chaotic neutral, so although he isn't actually evil he might not be considered technically good by others either. He's sort of a wild card. But befriending your character, along with wanting to repay Skotos for brainwashing him, could get him to lean toward being a better guy and encourage him to actively help the good side?

I've been pretty busy with work and things lately and my mind's a little scrambled, so sorry if I'm deviating from the plan too much or not making total sense
Haha I need more sleep

Is Lux another one of your characters, by the way? I seem to be a little behind.

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And hello my fellow SPN fan! :3

[Font=times new roman]It sounds good to me! :3

A pair of green eyes landed on the cub as she moved into view, their owner tilting his head in mild curiosity. The tom didn't see many of the larger wildcat species around these parts. "What's a young thing like you doing out here all by yourself?" Alastair called from his perch in a nearby tree, standing to make himself more visible. His dark tabby fur blended nicely into the tree trunk if he sat perfectly still--one of the reasons he liked to spend so much of his time siting in trees.

I'm sorry I'm not such a big help with getting plots set up! I seem to have a hard time making decisions when others are involved Dx

And so far it all looks pretty good to me!

[font=times new roman]If he had come to this gorgeous meadow on any normal day, probably even at this same time, Alastair's mission would be to woo the most recent cat that had managed to catch his eye. But today was not a normal day, and his thoughts were certainly not focused on wooing anyone. The picturesque landscape was completely lost on him as there weren't many thoughts going through his head at the moment. It had been decided that he wouldn't need to think too much for this. He was only soaking up facts, after all.

The mission was straightforward: scout out this meadow and the surrounding area and relay every detail directly back to Sylar (one of Skotos' more higher ranking officers, though that information was of little interest to Alastair in his current state). Alastair didn't wonder why he was assigned this job or even what the place needed to be scouted out for. He didn't need to think that far ahead. He just needed to do what he was told.

His priorities and thought processes were so narrowed down that he didn't even register the scent of another cat nearby until he was about halfway through mapping out a small group of trees.

The tom froze mid-step, head slowly swiveling around as his eyes and ears strained to catch any sign of the other cat. A slight movement in the corner of his vision had him whipping his head around to face a tree that was a few fox-lengths away. His gaze narrowed as he took three cautious step forward, focus honing in on the dark figure he was pretty sure he saw crouched at the base of the tree's trunk.

It was like a mental switch had been flipped at the confirmation that there was in fact another being out there with him. Alastair's previously detached green gaze was replaced by a blaze of wild fury as his mind began screaming at him to kill it. Kill it NOW.

Suddenly the brainwashed tom was barreling through the trees, not bothering to hide his presence as he closed the short distance between him and the other cat in no time at all. A vicious howl was emitted as he threw himself at the enemy, striking out with wicked claws.

Alastair fought like a thing possessed. There was no real rhyme or reason to his blows, other than dealing as much damage as he possibly could.

I have little Jabberwock :3 He's between 2-3 moons and is a loner.
And I don't know if this matters, but a malevolent and just plain mean spirit will begin haunting/maybe randomly possessing him and screwing with him in general, so he's gonna have low self esteem and try really hard to make Alice and anyone who matters to him proud of him and stuffs. Because I enjoy torturing my characters x3

Name: Set
Gender: Male
Rank: Ghost (Does he count as a member?)
Species: Irish Wolfhound

And Richter is a domestic cat, by the way :3

It had been quite some time since the spirit had last made an appearance to any living Phantomclanners. Wherever the hell he had been all this time was a complete mystery to him, though. He had no memories of the past... however long it had been. Nothing. But the word 'stable' couldn't exactly be applied to his mental state, so anything could have happened without his whole mind being there, really.

Set was sure it would become more relevant if his roleplayer ever decided to use his disappearance as a plot device.

But for now the large Irish Wolfhound had come out of the woodwork. He was currently sitting at the edge of the small pond in the Sanatorium's garden, pink tongue lolling out the side of his grinning mouth as he enjoyed the midday sun. He could no longer feel the bright rays warming his shaggy fur, since he was dead and all, but he could still vaguely remember the sensation.

Awesome, thanks!
I didn't even think about his name fitting in like that! xD

Hello Dreams, I'm Kokoro! Welcome to the site! :3
I'm also shy, awkward, and tend to ramble on about weird things, so why don't we do it together? I'd love to roleplay or chat with you!

And I think it's pretty awesome that you're enlisting in the Marines, by the way!

Set opened his copper eyes as two new voices greeted him, instantly pulling his tongue back into his mouth and flashing his teeth in what he thought was a friendly smile. "Hello! I'm Set." He introduced himself before tilting his head to the side and studying the cats more closely. "I haven't met any of you before."

His attention was then captured by the appearance of someone he recognized. "Reyna! Good to see you." The large canine grinned at the vixen, his tail thumping against the ground a couple times in excitement. He had seen a lot of creatures come and go over his many years of existence and was always happy to see familiar faces, no matter how little time had passed since he'd last seen them.

[font=times new roman]He had been a little scared at first, when the she-cat had first scooped him up to take him away. She was a stranger, and Jabberwock wasn't supposed to talk to strangers. But then it suddenly felt like everything was okay and he was content to quietly ride on the nice cat's back for a while.

Now they were in a strange place. The little black tom looked around with wide copper eyes as he was set on the ground, nose twitching at all the new scents around them. Wow! It smelled like there were a lot of other cats and things around here! He was about to wander off to investigate when felt a nudge, directing his attention back to the cat that had brought him here.

He blinked at the statement that she would be his new mother. Something in the back of his mind said that it wasn't right, he already had a mom and didn't need a new one, but it was quickly dismissed. It was a little weird, but the kit was young enough that he could accept the idea without too much trouble. And besides, he still felt pretty calm about the whole situation. No alarm bells were going off.

"My name is Jabberwock!" The kit announced proudly. He had only recently become able to pronounce his full name and got a kick out of showing off how his speech was improving. Though his demeanor quickly changed once the snow leapord approached. He darted behind Alice's leg, shyly peering up at the large creature.

[Ooc; This post ended up longer than I intended xD]

Jabberwock stared up at the sky, transfixed by all of the bright colors suddenly exploding across it. "Orange! There's orange!" The young kit hollered enthusiastically, excited by the fact that one of the bursts of fire matched the color of his eyes.

Jabberwock spotted the unusual she-cat standing near the entrance and padded over to get a closer look at her. His head tilted to the side as curious copper eyes studied the warrior's pelt. The two moon old kit was also new to the clan and hadn't seen many other cats in his short life, as he previously lived as a loner, and none of the cats he'd met so far had bald patches in their fur like this.

"Why is your fur all patchy?" The black tom asked in that very blunt manner young kids like himself tended to use, though there wasn't a hint of disgust or anything of the sort in his voice. He was simply curious.

Jabberwock was disturbed from his sleep by an uncomfortable, bordering on painful, sensation in his back. The little kit sat up and opened his copper eyes, twisting around to look for the source of the feeling. His eyes went wide at the sight of two little black bat-like wings now protruding from his shoulder blades. Wings!

"I have wings! I have WINGS!" He screeched at the top of his lungs as he began running circles in the middle of camp, the newly acquired appendages wildly flapping about in his excitement.

This was weird, but also very cool!

The kit slowed his pace until he was stopped in front of the two older cats. "I grew wings!" He announced again, turning to watch the aforementioned limbs still flapping erratically. He frowned. Why wouldn't they stop doing that? "Stop moving!" He commanded them, concentrating on forcing them to be still. It didn't work.

Jabberwock bended and attempted to pin one of the wings with his paws. Instead he ended up toppling over, rolling around on the ground while trying to stop the flapping. How was he supposed to control these crazy things? "They wont listen!" He huffed in frustration.

Jabberwock scrambled back to his paws at the sight of his mother, the struggle of controlling his wings temporarily forgotten. "Mommy!" He exclaimed happily, bouncing over to inspect her new look. "You look like MAGIC!"

He was a little disappointed that his wings weren't all big and feathery like Alice's, but at least he had a pair, right?