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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 11:55:08 GMT -5
Hmmm... So what do you think? Claim-a-cat or not? I'd rather do it so that people create their own cats, if that's okay.
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 11:55:32 GMT -5
And that idea works for me. Maybe it's near the base of the mountain on the far side of camp, and it takes a bit of tunneling through some fallen dirt to reach. Yep, sounds good.
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 12:04:32 GMT -5
Characterwise, do you want to have a high rank? I'm tempted to keep Skystar, leader or not. Skystorm would be a fine name for her if she was just a warrior. I was going to ask if I could reserve medicine cat, actually. I don't mind if you make Skystar leader, though.
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Razz
I WANT TO BE A VET DAMNIT
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Post by Razz on Aug 11, 2016 12:09:05 GMT -5
Skystar | She-cat | Bisexual | 72 Moons | Skystar is a small she-cat, not very large at all. The best you could compare her to breed-wise is a Turkish Angora, given that she is built like one, even without the exact color patterns. This isn't to say that she doesn't fit her breed standards, for she does have the long fur on her legs, cheeks, tail, and ears, along with the shorter fur in other places, however, her grey and white pelt is patched, not solid, which is why she isn't a perfect angora. Her eyes are light blue, and she has a collar in the back of her den that's also light blue with clear rhinestones around the collar. Her pawpads were originally soft and pink are now hardened and starting to grey from the stone. Skystar is a careful she-cat, cautious and organized. She is also strong-willed and determined, unwilling to let the many moons that she has been stuck underground get her hope down. She is one of the most comfortable cats underground, and has adapted well to no longer being a kittypet. Skystar was originally known as Skylar, and was a kittypet that was owned by a rich, pompous couple that were moving when they stopped to see the the Hidden River. She managed to get out of the van, and was a curious little year and a half old cat, barely 18 moons old, and she wandered down to the river shore for water. She fell in, and somehow kept afloat until she was pulled into the tunnels so that she could survive. She made her way through the tunnels surviving on what she could find, until Birdswoop, or Boca as he was known then, fell down. She collected everyone who fell in, and helped keep them sane until they met The Passed, and became a real Clan. Careful | Determined | Strong
Because I don't want to loose it...
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 12:10:08 GMT -5
Ok. And most definitely. Do you have a name for the character you want as medicine cat? Slipstream
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 12:10:58 GMT -5
Ok. And most definitely. Do you have a name for the character you want as medicine cat? Slipstream Do you want me to post a form for her?
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 12:19:03 GMT -5
If you want to, I don't need it immediately. I was just saving Skystar's form, she was the only one I had finished. I think I'll wait till later on in the planning stage to post it, in retrospect.
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 12:46:28 GMT -5
I have to go for a bit now but I'll be back soon.
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 13:15:01 GMT -5
Back.
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 14:33:25 GMT -5
Hey. So should we rewrite some things? If you're okay with that.
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 14:38:48 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm fine with it. What parts should be changed or edited? I'm really sorry but I have to go for a while, but when I come back I'll read through them and give my opinion.
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 15:58:57 GMT -5
I'm back, and because the forums are going to go down soon, I decided to copy and paste the intro here.
Pain shoots through the back of your skull, and you give a little whimper, curling into a tighter ball and squeezing your eyes closed even further. Very little is coming back to you as you struggle to remember where you are and how you got here. Even your own identity is missing from the cavernous thing that you call your brain. After several minutes of lying on your side, the throbbing in your head begins to subside, and you decide that maybe it is safe to open your eyes. One at a time, you peel open your eyelids, wanting to see what is happening around you. You are greeted by black. Panic shoots through your entire body, and you lurch to your paws, giving a distraught cry. Why can't you see anything? You frantically turn in a circle, feeling your whiskers brush something cool and damp. Slowly you begin to take in everything that you can feel without your eyes, and you start to count off the things you register to try and calm yourself. It smells cold and damp, very earthy, like you are somewhere below the surface, like a cave. In the distance, you can hear a growling sound, but it isn't animal. Scent tells you that it is, in fact, water of some sort. You can't tell much other then that at the moment. Your whiskers are brushing the wall on one side, and you take a few strides away from it before bumping into the other wall gently. It's not small, where you are, though it isn't large either. Your paws on the ground tells you that the terrain about you is rocky and slightly wet, though there are patches of softer stuff that might be dirt. You perk your ears, hearing a different sound now. A faint echoing, tapping methodically. Pawsteps, probably. Suddenly even more on edge than before, you crouch down, teeth bared, a small, pathetic growl rising in the back of your throat. "Easy, newcomer," a voice rumbles, coming from the direction that you heard the pawsteps from, "I'd prefer that you didn't attack me when all I am here to do is offer help." Confused, you let your lips drop back over your fangs, and look around for the source of the noise before remembering that you cannot see. "You can't see me right now," the voice offers, "Just follow my voice for a few pawsteps, and you'll feel a faint breeze coming from another tunnel. Go that way." Uncertain about what this stranger wants, but knowing that you don't have much other choice, you follow the cat's directions, following the breeze towards its source. After walking for a few moments, a dripping becomes apparent, and you wrinkle your nose as a droplet of water lands on it. A few more paces in, and there's a sudden faint light, not enough for colors to really emerge, but enough for you to understand something: You are totally encased in this space. You are underground. "My name is Skystar, newcomer, come a little closer, and you'll see me," the voice prompts, and you comply, eyes widening as you come into view. Skystar, whatever type of name that is, is a very light in color she-cat, though you still can't really see anything else. "I know that you're confused and scared, newcomer, but you need to focus," she mews, and you look at her, unnerved at the seriousness in her tone. "You have made your way into our tunnel system without wanting to, just as everyone else here has," she explains, "You probably fell in back there somewhere, and dragged yourself around before passing out. My cats would have reported a survivor from the rapids." She turns her serious eyes to you, and says sharply, "We are trapped down here, newcomer, there is no kinder way to put it. Your vision will soon adjust, and your hearing will sharpen with time. You'll remember a bit, hopefully, I've never encountered someone with full amnesia from hitting their head. Broken bones, I've seen, but broken minds? Not so much." Her lips curve into a haunting grin, as she adds, "It's the dark that will do that." "Come with me, and we will get you what medical help we can," she mews, standing up, and flicking her tail towards the tunnel that stretches into darkness behind her, "and I will introduce you to the other fallen. We have banded together to try to survive, newcomer, and I pray that you are not here to ruin that pact." She turns and disappears into the darkness, the last that you see of her being the tip of her thick tail as it flicks to the left and then vanishes into the shadows.
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 16:39:42 GMT -5
That works. So how do we want to edit it? Maybe we could make it so that multiple cats find the cat in the intro?
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 16:47:54 GMT -5
Do you want Slipstream to be one of the cats that 'finds' the newcomer? I'd assume that Birdswoop would have found them first, and then bolted to camp to fetch someone that can heal them and the leader to act as a sort of ambassador. If you're okay with that, then I'd like that. ^_^
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Razz
I WANT TO BE A VET DAMNIT
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Post by Razz on Aug 11, 2016 16:51:46 GMT -5
Pain shoots through the back of your skull, and you give a little whimper, curling into a tighter ball and squeezing your eyes closed even further. Very little is coming back to you as you struggle to remember where you are and how you got here. Even your own identity is missing from the cavernous thing that you call your brain. After several minutes of lying on your side, the throbbing in your head begins to subside, and you decide that maybe it is safe to open your eyes. One at a time, you peel open your eyelids, wanting to see what is happening around you. You are greeted by black. Panic shoots through your entire body, and you lurch to your paws, giving a distraught cry. Why can't you see anything? You frantically turn in a circle, feeling your whiskers brush something cool and damp. Slowly you begin to take in everything that you can feel without your eyes, and you start to count off the things you register to try and calm yourself. It smells cold and damp, very earthy, like you are somewhere below the surface, like a cave. In the distance, you can hear a growling sound, but it isn't animal. Scent tells you that it is, in fact, water of some sort. You can't tell much other then that at the moment. Your whiskers are brushing the wall on one side, and you take a few strides away from it before bumping into the other wall gently. It's not small, where you are, though it isn't large either. Your paws on the ground tells you that the terrain about you is rocky and slightly wet, though there are patches of softer stuff that might be dirt. You perk your ears, hearing a different sound now. A faint echoing, tapping methodically. Pawsteps, probably. Suddenly even more on edge than before, you crouch down, teeth bared, a small, pathetic growl rising in the back of your throat. "Easy, newcomer," a voice rumbles, coming from the direction that you heard the pawsteps from, "I'd prefer that you didn't attack us when all we are here to do is help." It is only now that you realize that there was more than one set of pawsteps heading towards you. There are cats down here? Where are you? This makes no sense to your addled brain. What happened exactly? "Take a step towards us," offers a different voice this time, this one more
WIP, will finish, but for now, I gotta do summat else.
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Post by ~TopmødeFlyinglark~ on Aug 11, 2016 16:52:15 GMT -5
Perfect. What is her voice like? Is she a past kittypet, loner, or rogue? What colors is she? Her voice is a bit soft-spoken. She's a former loner; she and her brother fell in while trying to cross a river. She's a silver tabby.
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