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Post by Lórien on Aug 22, 2016 22:53:36 GMT -5
So, what sort of romance do you want to do? I was thinking Med. catxWarrior, but we don't have to do that. I rather be she-cat, but you chose!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 23:03:40 GMT -5
I'm fine with doing the tom c:
How about leader x rogue?
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Post by Lórien on Aug 22, 2016 23:05:17 GMT -5
Thanks! Do you want to be the rogue or leader?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 23:15:20 GMT -5
If I could do the rogue that would be lovely ~
But it's up to you.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 22, 2016 23:18:13 GMT -5
You can be the rogue!  |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 23:20:35 GMT -5
Alright, do you want descriptions or shall we just develop through role-play?
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Post by Lórien on Aug 22, 2016 23:23:47 GMT -5
Depends on what you want to do. I already have it written up from a different RP, so I don't care either way. I might post it anyways though.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 23:34:48 GMT -5
[ Okay, here's a quick description:
Oliver is a sandy-brown tabby tom with white paws, a white belly, and bright green eyes. He was born a kittypet, but his thirst for adventure led the wildly independent tom to forsake his comfortable but boring life as a housecat for the freely roaming, nomadic life of a rogue. He takes pride in being self-sufficient, but he does get lonely now and then. Although clan life interests him, and his natural courage and bravery could be useful traits as a warrior, his foolish boldness, hot temper and inability to hold his tongue could make trouble for other cats. He is also a total flirt, and although he seems flaky, he takes his relationships very seriously.
So, do you want to start or shall I? ]
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Post by Lórien on Aug 22, 2016 23:43:52 GMT -5
Can you start, please?
Miststar - She-cat - 26 Moons - Clan Leader - Longs for a mate, but will not settle for any random tom. - No kits, but thinks about having some. - Miststar has an elegant silky coat that hangs below her stomach. Her pelt is a smokey gray, and gets a tad bit lighter as it trails down to her belly. She has a exceptionally puffy tail, along with a surprisingly pink nose. Miststar has piercing golden-green eyes. - Although Miststar puts all of her effort into leading her clan, she is often paranoid. She puts on a brave face in front of her clan, she often opens up to her deputy. She worries about prey, battles, and mostly of all the health of her clan. She often will scarifies her own meal for the sake of her clan. But when she is not focusing on her clan, she can be a laid back cat that just wants to have a good time with her friends. - Miststar longs for a mate, but she worries that even if she found a tom, he wouldn’t truly love her, just pretends to love her because of her rank. -
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 0:00:45 GMT -5
[ Alright! I'm a pretty flexible role-player, by the way; I can totally adjust the length of my posts based on whatever you're comfortable with. Just let me know if you want more or less! ]
Oliver was not afraid of clan cats. He wasn't even remotely intimidated by them. He found them to be quite interesting, as a matter of fact; with all of their strict codes and traditions and their confusing names. He couldn't even pretend to understand it, based on what little he had picked up from his occasional run-ins with patrols. The young rogue's hunger for risks and adventure was rarely satisfied. His idea of fun included harassing badgers or foxes and then running away as fast he could, climbing to the very top of the tallest trees that he could find (not that he was any good at climbing; he was actually very clumsy and fell often) - and poking fun at clan cats.
Today seemed as good a day as any day to do just that. It was with the rather harmless intention of teasing some unlucky patrol that he had crossed enemy lines today. It was already late morning, yet he couldn't detect any fresh scent along the borders. Could it be that the meticulous clan cats had forgotten to refresh their boundaries? If so, it would only be a matter of time before a whole group of them - noisy apprentices in tow - came marching along to kick him back across their scent markers. He would just have to wait.
The sandy-brown tabby paused beside a large aspen, tilting his head back to study the branches. The closest one was several feet off the leaf-strewn forest floor. It was a bit of a stretch, but he could make it. Probably. He squatted, gathering his strength into his hindquarters, and leaped with all his might. His claws made jarring contact with the branch and he suddenly found himself dangling from a tree limb that was, now that he looked down, a very unsettling distance from the ground. So there he hung, out in the open, looking stupid as he scrabbled frantically at the bark for purchase, trying to haul himself up.
If the clan cats hadn't seen him yet, they'd be sure to know he was there now.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 0:29:40 GMT -5
( I'm not a very good RPer, but I will try to make my posts longer. It will be a good challenge for me. Oh and, sorry for the poof.)) Today was a blessing to the cats of EchoClan. Although it was only approaching Newleaf, the forest was already busy with new life. Sprouts peeked out of the ground, their fragile stalks occasionally snapped by the swarms of cats that pass through the clan territory. Miststar padded behind the cats for her clan, falling behind a few pawsteps. She pricked her ears, a small rustling of the tree above her catching her attention. A leaf fluttered down from the tree above her, landing on her back. She whipped around, sending a wave of leaves through the air. She frantically turned her gaze to the source of the noise, now hearing a second crash. She scanned the trees, but was unable to locate the cat that produced the sound. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 0:57:23 GMT -5
[ Sure (: Sorry for my poof! ]
Oliver dangled by his claws for a moment longer before he managed to heave himself up onto the branch. The tree limb bobbed wildly under his weight, sending a shower of leaves spiraling to the ground. "Fox-dung," he muttered under his breath, trying to maintain his balance. He held his tail out to steady himself, sinking his claws deeper into the wood. After the branch had stopped bucking and he had caught his breath, he focused his bright green eyes on the trunk ahead of him. "Easy does it," he murmured, slinking cautious step by cautious step toward the tree. His legs trembled nervously as he tried not to glance down.
Suddenly, one of his shaking paws slipped on a slicker area of the branch. Wobbling wildly, he tipped sideways and plummeted to the ground with solid thud. Once he hit the floor he lay there for a few moments, stunned but not severely injured, shockingly. No doubt he would end up with bruises, though. After his heart stopped racing and the world stopped spinning he slowly sat up, dazed. It was then that he realized another cat was close by.
Today was no longer as good a day as any to confront clan cats.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 1:00:27 GMT -5
( Argh, I will be back. My friend is taking over my laptop. (She is watching me type this...) I have to do my project anyways.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 1:03:26 GMT -5
[ Okay, don't feel rushed. We can continue this tomorrow if you like. ]
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 1:05:07 GMT -5
( Being 2:00 in the morning, its already tomorrow for me. ( I don't even feel tired...)  I will try to be back soon.) |
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 3:10:53 GMT -5
( Wow, I just spent two hours doing that. Well I guess I can RP now. Its 4:00 AM...)
Mistar bristled her fur, digging her claws into the thick bed of leaves instinctively. A growl rose in her throat as she studied the cats frame, he didn't appear to be much danger, but he could have more cats under his word. Miststar opened her jaws, ready to let put a sharp yowl, only realizing that her clanmates would now be out of her range. Mouse-dung. Miststar scooted a few pawsteps away from the intruder, her eyes sharp with fear ans worry. She wanted to lash out ans put her claws to the tom's pelt to defend her clan, but something about the tom made her freeze in her tracks when she lifted her paw up from the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 3:27:38 GMT -5
[ I'm still up, but that doesn't mean I'm fully responsive atm. I think I'm too braindead to respond with a quality post, I'm afraid ^^' ]
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 3:30:34 GMT -5
( I'm surprising awake, considering its 4:30. Honestly, I don't care at all if it isn't a quality post, because tbh none of mine really are. )
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 18:46:07 GMT -5
( Want to RP? I have around 2 hours.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 18:51:57 GMT -5
[ Whoops! I accidentally forgot about this ^^'
Here's the reply~ ]
As Oliver shook his head to clear it, his eyes landed on the other feline he had scented. He stiffened. There was something different about this cat. She was definitely a clanner, but something about the way she held herself seemed to set her apart from the other cats he had run into. There was an air of authority about her he hadn't encountered in any cat, clan cat or not, ever before. He certainly didn't recognize her.
Realizing he was staring, he quickly scrambled to his feet and flashed her a grin. "Hello there, Clan kitty," he mewed smoothly. "You seem to have caught me at a bad time." He prayed fervently she hadn't seen him fall out of the tree.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 19:08:31 GMT -5
( Hm, I just found out Pentatonix is coming near me... Time to convince the parents.)
Miststar waved her tail through the air, sniffing the clumsy cat. She looked up at him, suspicion building within her. "W-why are you here?" She meowed, using great resistance to keep her suspicion hidden. I may look weak, but I can sure slash out if I need to. Miststar ignored his welcomes, unsheathing her claws, being the worried cat she was.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 19:48:39 GMT -5
[ //gasp// take me with youu ]
"For you, mostly," Oliver purred, forcing his fur to stay flat as she unsheathed her claws. He did not need to be attacked today, not after already getting beat up by a tree. "I like to keep tabs on you clan cats," he explained, meeting her gaze. "You guys do a lot of good, y'know, keeping foxes out of the forest and chasing off badgers. And your borders? They mark where all the good prey is! Makes it a lot easier for us rogues, y'see." The corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile. Most cats rarely got under his fur, but there was something a little -- unsettling -- about this one, and he wasn't about to let her see that.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 20:01:43 GMT -5
Okay! Want to meet up at the halfway point? XD (I wish I could take you. What if a bunch of people from WCRP met up there? That would be scary and cool at the same time.)
Miststar let a growl rise in her throat as she cruled back her lip. Panic was rising within her, still glancing into the shadows for attackers. If he is here to attack, he sure has a good plan. Distracts me, getting me away from my clan. All he needs to do is summon his friends and they can slice my throat. I will never hold my ground against multiple attackers. She looked the tom in the eye, her fur bristling. "There is more, isn't there? Am being attacked? I'm the leader of EchoClan, after all." She meowed, accepting what she thought was her fate. Like he would answer truthfully.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 20:25:15 GMT -5
Oliver tilted his head. "I-I don't know what you mean, clan kitty," he replied, a hint of nervousness slipping into his mew. He tried to keep his tone casual and conversational, but at the same time, he couldn't help taking a step back. Clan leader. He knew there was something different about her. Now, how was he going to get himself out of this one? "I come alone. I prefer the solitary life. Much more freedom than you'd ever find in your clan."
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 20:37:06 GMT -5
Miststar flatted her fur, but kept herself on edge. Doesn't mean he is telling the truth. She let her growl fade, keeping her claws unsheathed for safety. She sighed, a prick of a unrecognized emotion effecting her when the tom shrank away. "Don't insult EchoClan." She meowed, her growl threatening to rush back as she spoke. "What are you doing here anyways? This is clan territory. Disgusting rouges like you should be cast out upon first sight. We don't appreciate cats wandering into our borders!" She retorted, casting her head upwards. She kept her voice as bold as she could manage, but it trembled with uncertainty.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 20:51:16 GMT -5
Oliver rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, like I haven't heard that speech before," he grumbled. These clan cats were all the same. Didn't they know that rogues were cats, too? He sighed and twitched his ears forward, a flicker of curiosity in his bright green gaze. He could detect a faint tremor in the smokey grey she-cat's voice. She sounded a little nervous for a leader. "So, it's Echoclan, is it? You guys sure come up with funny names for everything. Seriously, who started that tradition?" He puffed out his chest. "My name is Oliver. A good, sensible name. Not like Oakfire or Mouseclaw or anything weird like that."
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 21:09:43 GMT -5
Miststar rolled her eyes, ignoring the tom's pestering questions. Why would you want to know who started it? They aren't even silly, they make total sense. Miststar took a chunk of moss, throwing it towards the rogue with her claw, threateningly. She let out a small purr of amusement, but quickly tried to cover it up with a growl. "You still haven't answered. What are you doing here?" She asked, her suspension rising again. Is it really true that there is no other cats?
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 21:15:54 GMT -5
( My mom said maybe to the concert! She said she had to look at the prices, but at least she didn't say flat out no. As its in November, that gives as plenty of time to make sure my dad can watch my sister that day. *Squeals with excitement.*)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 21:22:12 GMT -5
[ That's awesome!! Earlier this summer my family and I were going to go see the Piano Guys at a festival over in the valley, but tickets were some $400 each. :/
Hopefully you'll get to go, though! ]
Oliver ducked as a ball of moss came hurling at him. His eyes widened. "A moss-ball? Really?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Look, I promise you I'm alone. There are no other cats with me. And I didn't come to take any of your precious prey, if that's what you're thinking." He gestured with his tail to the forest around him. "But don't you think these woods are big enough for both your clan and me?" This she-cat was getting awfully worked up just because he stepped over a couple of scent markers.
[ I have to practice piano for awhile, but I might be back later ~ ]
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Post by Lórien on Aug 23, 2016 21:34:19 GMT -5
(  $400 a ticket? Wow that is a lot. I was going to go to a other concert that we spent $350 dollars on, but um, other stuff happened. Dad had to go to hospital. Hopefully I do! I wonder if I can get my friend to come. Maybe both of my two friends. I have to go too, so I guess that works out. See you tomorrow!) |
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I will try to be back soon.)
$400 a ticket? Wow that is a lot. I was going to go to a other concert that we spent $350 dollars on, but um, other stuff happened. Dad had to go to hospital. Hopefully I do! I wonder if I can get my friend to come. Maybe both of my two friends. I have to go too, so I guess that works out. See you tomorrow!)