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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Nov 1, 2019 15:31:48 GMT -5
!!! ebony- is one of my favorite prefixes!! i always think of a really sleek dark car, like black almost, with yellow or green eyes. i love visual names
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Nov 1, 2019 15:32:29 GMT -5
also - running may not deserve light but she chooses him anyway so HA try and be self-deprecating now boiiiii xD
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Nov 1, 2019 15:42:49 GMT -5
So this may be feels but I'm thinking of having my LightRunning kit be an ugly duckling kind of kitty who isn't exactly the most attractive but has a heart of gold and will take anything you say abouy him but will fight you if you mess with his siblings and now I'm sad :x )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 1, 2019 17:15:04 GMT -5
Anybody about?
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Nov 1, 2019 19:18:54 GMT -5
Buzzardglide ❝ ━It's showtime! ♚
The gloom echoed whispering enigmas, played with agonized shrieks, and carried along conversations of souls long forgotten. But like a veil of rushing water, every word was lost to the fog, muffled in a repetitive slur of blather that fell crazed upon listening ears.
Lifeless trees snaked up from rotten soil, vanishing into the fog that somehow claimed both ground and sky. Oblong shadows stretched and flickered from an unseeable light source, lost in time and space by this hellish landscape. Artificial light oozed from bioluminescent fungus, growing deformed and stunted along ridges of festering log and gnarled roots. They offered the scent of death and decay; stifling, suffocating.
And yet, Buzzardglide lay unaffected to it all, figure coiled loosely amongst withered reeds. The river rushed nearby like tar, sluggish and dark, hissing and sputtering. The bank was slippery with the liquid it spewed, turning the once brown soil an ominous black. Laziness weighed down his eyes, but without the edge of sleep’s warm invitation, his mind did not wander far. It remained hazily grounded, allowing for the occasional rustle or buzz to filter through. But, sharper still was a new noise, snatching up his attention with immediate results. It flooded his ears rich and concise, splitting the ambience with its mellifluous sound: panic. Panic in its pure, authentic form. Like a shark to the scent of blood, the tom was brought to his paws. A giddy mixture of cruel excitement and starved eagerness coursed hot and mad through his defunct veins. Almost like a kitten to a new toy, except the light of innocence having long since been defiled by malevolence and brutality.
He slipped into the forest with carefully timed treads, dangerously quiet for a tom of such height and magnitude. Appropriately, his paws fell lightly against mummified leaves, his technique allowing their crushed voices to be muffled beneath heavy padding and prudently distributed muscle. The distance separating the both of them cleared easily, without mistake or sound that could possibly alert the unsuspecting cat of his presence. Carefully draped in shadow, the tom continued to stalk her, no different than he would his victims. No different than he would prey.
It was exhilarating, in all honesty. The idea of pleasant ignorance escalating into confused terror the moment the hunter becomes aware it has become the hunted. It filled up his dead heart with life, urging him forward, urging him to get it done. But he couldn't off this moment so quickly, even if everything in his power so easily could.
He paused for an instant and eyed the feline with fascination, now coming to the realization of her youth. An apprentice?
Exasperation dripped like venom into the pits of his mind. This couldn’t be one of those recruited brats, could it? He had been given specific instructions against killing the pitiful whelps, something he partly adhered to, but grudgingly so. But even so, hearing her again—loud, confused, scared—this wasn’t a recruited apprentice, but a lost one. With renewed passion, he prowled into the open from behind: large and intimidating against the backdrop.
“You’re lost,” he spoke, voice surprisingly friendly, but not completely without its usual gruff, more guttural edge. It wasn’t a question, however, and he paced a few steps closer. “So I just had to ask.” He sprang in one fluid motion, bowling into the much lighter cat with the ease and finesse of his craft. Skillfully, he pressed one paw against her cheek into a pin hold, while the other—sheathed—pressured her stomach in a wordless threat.
And Buzzardglide smiled, slow and hungry, hovering inches from her throat. “Didn’t mommy ever tell you to stay away from strange places?”
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 1, 2019 19:21:00 GMT -5
What is it with you guys and being so terrifyingly good at bad guys?! Did yall attend a seminar I missed?!
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Nov 1, 2019 21:32:56 GMT -5
(Hello!)
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Nov 1, 2019 21:48:26 GMT -5
all these evil cats are tempting me into making one xD
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 1, 2019 21:49:31 GMT -5
you know you want to Kale Are you able to continue?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 2, 2019 6:53:09 GMT -5
I have my laptop back!!! I’ll be adding everyone tonight thanks so much for your patience
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 2, 2019 9:48:14 GMT -5
It is a great day for laptops everywhere clearly! I’m sorry I don’t remember seeing a response for Winter, could you possibly repost it?
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Nov 2, 2019 10:15:47 GMT -5
His ginger tipped ears twitched forward at the commotion occurring between the queen and medicine cats, cringing inwardly at the poor fate of the medicine cat's afternoon. Kittings were never an enjoyable activity, and he doubted the short tempered and sharp tongued Nightecho would make the experience a particularly enjoyable one. He nodded his wishes of good luck to the pair as he passed, but otherwise said nothing to the ailing queen nor the frustrated trio who aimed to help her. Like most toms, he looked forward to having kits of his own but was eternally grateful that the more nitty details were left to shecats. He regarded his companion with a look that portrayed a mixture of pity and mild amusement, the massive ginger tom lead his way through the camp's exit, and into the greens and browns of AshClan territory. A gentle breeze battered throughout the trees, but otherwise the area seemed peaceful and the large tom looked notably more at ease than he had done in camp. "How are you?" He queried with mild politeness, massive paws leaving indentations in the dirt in his wake, but his tone seemed sincere enough. annnndddd my response is here --- Winterfire roleplaying with Scorchstar 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ location: hunting patrol - - - - - - - - - - - - - She watched the forest in front of her, the trees swaying with the soft breeze that traveled through the territory. Her fur ruffled ever-so-slightly as the wind grasp at her small body. Her ears flickered slightly, as the male cat beside her finally spoke up. They had been walking for a few moments by the time he decided to try to have conversation with Winterfire.
The white and ginger she-cat looked at the Ashclan leader before feeling her ears grow slightly heated. "I'm doing well, how are you fairing?" Her words were delicate; she knew that he had been through quite a whirlwind of emotions over the past couple of days. He was never meant to be the leader of Ashclan, yet here he was, no longer a warrior like she was, but the leader in all aspect of things.
She had admired him as a warrior but now it seemed weird to think of him as the leader and she had to remind herself of his new placed rank.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 2, 2019 10:33:07 GMT -5
Scorchstar listened intently as the companions continued their trek through the woods, varying his path as he departed a few fkxlengths north for a heartbeat. Keeping an ear perked towards the pretty shecat on the unlikely chance she were confronted with danger during the short time he had left her side. He lowered his muzzle to lap thirsting at the waters provided by a small creek, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction at the cool tastes. He sat up and returned to the shecat, long legs allowing him to catch up with minimal effort. Just in time to hear her ask the question he had been dodging all morning. The tom’s maw parted in a grin, a bizarre mixture of amusement and quiet melancholy, the muscled leader shook his head with a rumbling sigh. “Rushed off my paws,” his response was evasive and tired. “But I doubt that’s going to get better any time soon, so I might as well try and get out whenever I can,” he reasoned. Parting his lips to draw in the fresh early morning air, it seemed to buzz with the opportunities for breakfast, the tom had high hopes for a successful hunt. It wasn’t long before the heavy foliage overhead began to lessen, and the undergrowth gradually decreased until it was gone all together. Revealing the open fields and rolling grasslands of the hollow meadow, the tom paused in place. The wind harsher here now the trees failed to shelter from the more bitter elements, but the sensation was refreshing.
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on Nov 2, 2019 11:13:05 GMT -5
Winterfire roleplaying with Scorchstar 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ location: hunting patrol - - - - - - - - - - - - - The pair of cats continued to walk and it seemed like a few moments had past before Scorchstar answered her returning question. She knew he had to be going through a lot with the sudden changes, the crazy change in leadership where the deputy no longer ascended the rank, but where their former leader decided to name a warrior as the new leader of Ashclan and a new deputy was named under Scorchstar. It created extreme tension in the clan but the she-cat tried to stay away from the drama that was exploding within their own ranks.
The she-cat knew that Scorchstar did not have much of a choice in the matter, what was he going to say? No to a dying leader? To a dying cat's wishes? That would be absurd, especially if Starclan had any paws in the matter.
"You're doing great," Winterfire murmured, referring to his new rank as they stepped away from the forest and into the clearing; the sudden change in wind made the she-cat flatten her eyes to her head. It was fierce, ripping against her long fur and it would've been bone chilling if it wasn't for the sake of her fur. She knew they came to the meadow for the swell of prey but sometimes the meadow was rough to hunt in because the wind carried scents all to well. She made note to stay down wind.
"Well, let's forget the clan for a moment, let's enjoy the hunt," she stepped up to pass him, her flank sliding against his own. "First one to get a catch, wins." Her icy blue eyes danced with laughter and challenge. The newly appointed leader needed to take a break from the chaos and have some fun, so that's what the she-cat was doing. They were being productive but also allowing Scorchstar to take a quick, much needed break.
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Nov 2, 2019 11:45:25 GMT -5
.SUNFLOWERPAW. .APPRENTICE.
The molly had an uneasy feeling in her gut—a knot in her stomach that seemed to have weighed everything down. Her ears twitched as she stood in a clearing, trying to detect the source of her uneasiness. However, she brushed it off as that she was in a different part of her beloved clan territory. Even still, it seemed that perhaps it wasn't her home. The ways the trees were placed and the fact it was darker than usual at nighttime—was that even possible?— seemed to make her grow extremely uneasy. The mixed-bred didn't agree that everything was alright, seeing as she arrived in a place she didn't remember coming to, the smell in the air was nothing she had ever smelled before, and she was alone without anyone nearby. The femme attempted once more to push it aside to call for her comrade. She took a breath in, listening to the quiet of the forest among her, before letting out a cry. "Loudp—!" She fell to the floor with a heavy huff of air being knocked out of her lungs. Her eyelids were shut tight together, afraid that it was Loudpaw that had played an unexpected game with her. When she opened her eyes, she gasped, but not at the sight of the male before her, but the scenery had now changed. There was fog in the air and fungus was growing in odd ways that seem to reflect some odd light source from their own liquid. Everything was revealed— this territory was not her home. She began to internally panic, wondering how she ended up in the area. She hoped that someone hadn't made their way all the way out here just to get rid of her— of course it didn't make sense, but she had hoped something silly like this couldn't have happened. Sunflowerpaw turned her attention back up to the male before her, a paw that was dug harshly into her cheek was beginning to bother her. This male was like nobody she had ever seen before. He was rather more built with a stocky physique, and some what she already experienced, had an extreme amount of strength. However, it didn't stop her from trying to protect herself. "Buzz off!" She more yelled with a growl to her tone, and used most of her strength to kick him in the stomach. However, when she realized her feet didn't make contact with anything soft and she didn't hear any scream. she moved her eyes down to look at the area she tried to attack. Her heart sank into her stomach and she let out a small shriek of absolute thrill and freight. This strong male's stomach was torn in two, and entirely engulfed her two feet the minute she aimed to kick him. She looked up at him with both anger and fear in her eyes and began to try and hit him. She had an idea of where she was at—perhaps some place for the dead, but, she knew this was in relation to Loudpaw. Perhaps he was here too. "Will you kindly buzz off and let me go?! I'm looking for someone and you're kinda preventing me!"
{ . Buzzardglide - ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע . } { . The Dark Forest . }
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Nov 2, 2019 12:06:52 GMT -5
(Hello!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 2, 2019 13:06:29 GMT -5
Sky I did ask before but you still need to give your character forms the cat images Hi Ott!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 2, 2019 13:25:00 GMT -5
spaceotterr<3 I've been doing my best in adding your characters but all of your links are broken, i.e. don't lead to a specific image but a page with multiple cats on it. Bluepaw in particular, so if you could please edit and provide proper links it would be appreciated
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Nov 2, 2019 13:53:14 GMT -5
(Ok sorry about that I’ll fix!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 2, 2019 13:57:29 GMT -5
No worries! Thanks so much, sorry it took me so long to notice XD
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 2, 2019 14:15:26 GMT -5
Amazing, thanks so much
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 2, 2019 14:22:07 GMT -5
WE HAVE SO MANY GREY CATS XD
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Nov 2, 2019 14:24:20 GMT -5
(XD lol.)
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