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Post by Maplestone360 on Aug 18, 2016 16:17:33 GMT -5
(Oh, and @redheartofriverclan I could help you with the coding if you want.
All you have to do is have Featherwing go to the editing page of all the posts (intro, rules, joining, etc) and copy+paste it all, then re-post it somewhere (a pm, or this maybe thread), that way you can copy it and paste in the the tab labeled "BB Code" in the reply section (aka: the edit page of your post). It'll all be there, and I know this sounds really confusing, so try to bear with me. XD)
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Post by Maplestone360 on Aug 18, 2016 16:24:24 GMT -5
(I could take Annie, if that's okay..)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 16:40:31 GMT -5
(I could take Annie, if that's okay..) (You could take Annie. I have Chester growing into a cold-hearted workaholic who thinks Annie is dead- maybe she could be not dead and actually have survived or something?)
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Post by Maplestone360 on Aug 18, 2016 16:45:58 GMT -5
(Well what's the point of taking up the role of a dead cat?)
(Sounds good. But considering Storm'll be dead Annie'll probably be in a fit of grief herself.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 16:53:29 GMT -5
(Makes sense. I'll put my Revamped™ characters here for storage. The more unaffected ones like Giovanni and Rabbit remain largely the same, but I redid Rosina and Chester entirely.)
Chester⎮ 8.5 moons⎮ Male Description ;; Yellow-orange mackerel tabby tom with pale lime-green eyes and a dark blue, muddy collar with red, yellow, and purple stripes, a red fish-shaped tag, and a yellow jingle bell. He has a long muzzle and big, powerful paws. He is slightly big for his age. His ears are rounded like that of a lion’s. Personality ;; Chester has changed since the death of Storm and apparent death of Annie. His once warm, open heart has hardened- he’s now only considerate and caring to those who enjoy him. He’s only focused on one thing- the legacies of Storm and Annie. He wants to be leader and will do whatever it takes to get there- even though he’s only eight moons old. Chester ignores even his closest friends for this cause- and it makes him a bit of a workaholic. He only keeps his collar on because he can’t get it off- and it serves as a reminder of Storm, Annie, and their unfinished promises. Despite this, he’s emotional and vulnerable at his core- and he wants to act his age for once. Faction ;; Chester haunts what used to be Storm’s Shallows, often walking into other areas to make speeches about his plans- ones that are never followed through because after Storm’s death not many cats believe in him. Companions ;; Chester usually has no companions.
Giovanni⎮ 31 moons⎮ Male Description: Muscular dark brown tom with black classic-tabby markings. He has a nick in his right ear from battle and a scar on his left shoulder. His eyes are a dark yellow and he has a long, scrawny tail. Giovanni has very long, sharp sword-like claws, which are his main weapon in battle (he hates biting). His whiskers are long and feather-like. Personality: Giovanni is the first to stand up for himself and the last to accept defeat. He is clever and can easily learn how to manipulate other cats around him to his will, and knows about many secret tunnels and passageways throughout the city. However, he isn’t a nice cat. Every day, he finds a new naïve she-cat to prey upon. He will call this cat his mate and stay with her from one to three days. Once he’s gotten bored of her, he will silently leave in the night, leaving the she-cat sad and alone. Why does he do this? In addition to his father being killed by a she-cat, he does it because he loves the quick changes of pace, the battles over affair, and the adventurous lifestyle he leads. His logic is that if you love one she-cat, you must be mean to all the others, and he is just an abundant source of love according to his sources. He’s very good at using his claws and tends to be quite brave when confronted. He treats his servant, Rabbit, like dirt simply because it was what he was told to do- and given his lifestyle, he doesn’t have time to be kind. Giovanni didn’t care much about the death of Storm, if anything, he found it exciting. Faction: Giovanni was born a house cat, but he eventually escaped and became a rogue in the Inner City. If he gets tired of being there, he quickly moves to the outskirts of Maplewood Park or Lake Lane. He tends to be a drifter, not having his own point (he finds setting up territory a waste of time and an easy way for a cat to find him.) Companions: Giovanni usually travels with his servant, Rabbit, at his side and whatever mate he has at the moment. Besides that, he doesn’t enjoy companionship.
Rabbit⎮ 32 moons⎮ Male Description: Small, dark brown spotted tabby. Very scrawny and bony and not very strong. He has yellow eyes and a short, stumpy tail that gives him his name. Underneath his spotted fur are plenty of bruises and gashes from attacks from other cats or his master. Personality: Rabbit was born the only son in his five-kit litter. Since there was a family tradition where the sons would be ‘servants’ to other cats, he was trained by his father how to be a good servant and was then given to a young Giovanni when the two of them were only teenagers. Since then, Rabbit has been following Giovanni around and obeying almost every command of his. Rabbit has come out as a different cat from this. He is good at remembering, knows every passageway and tunnel in the city (as his master does) and has a better head on his shoulders than his master, but is greedy, a coward, and will betray anybody for his master. He longs to become a cat more like Giovanni, and wants to escape him- but he is very easily bribed. He is never prone to attack other cats and is the first one to critique Giovanni’s plans (usually he’ll straighten the plans out to help his master). However, Rabbit has grown a bit more snappy after Giovanni declined - he was just getting to like the idea of being with other cats, and now that was gone from him. To Rabbit, there’s nothing to fight for- hence why he almost never fights at all. Faction: Rabbit has always been a rogue living in the Inner City (but he will travel along with his master if needed). Like Giovanni, he doesn’t have his own territory (although he longs for one). Companions: Rabbit is almost always seen around Giovanni, be it guarding him or following him or obeying a command. If Rabbit and Giovanni are in two different places, you can guarantee that either Giovanni is playing tricks again or that something has gone horribly wrong.
Rosina⎮ 31 moons⎮ Female Description: Fluffy cream she-cat with dark blue eyes and a white underbelly. She has a long, fluffy tail and short white claws. She has a small scar on her flank from venturing into Cutthroat Corner as a kit. She often looks rather saddening, and usually has her ears folded back. Personality: Rosina is young and hopeful- or at least she was. After Lady’s death and the fact rogues are quite mean, Rosina became quiet and rather somber- almost haunting to cats who haven’t seen her before. In the two moons between the meeting at the Abandoned Twolegplace and now, she found a mate who was seemingly perfect…only for him to become a ladykiller and cheat on her. The rejected, sad Rosina doesn’t talk much and often keeps quiet in a tree in Maplewood Park, fondly reminiscing of her days as a house cat. Faction: Rosina used to be a house cat, but she is now a loner in Maplewood Park. Companions: Rosina lives with no other cats, but she will often be seen with Susanna. She used to have a mate, but he betrayed her and left.
Susanna⎮36 moons⎮ Female Description: Dark orange she-cat with brown, broken-mackerel tabby markings and tabby ‘freckles’ on her face. She has orange eyes. She has claws that aren’t that long, but can easily be put to good use, and usually will slap other cats with her claws unsheathed as a weapon. Personality: Susanna first met Rosina when Rosina was a helpless 2-moon-old kit in Cutthroat Corner. She, being six moons older, defended the kit and helped her return home. Since then, Susanna has loyally stayed by Rosina’s side. While Rosina is calm like water, Susanna is fire. She is sharp-tongued and is rather merciless when it comes to opinions. She is clever, witty, and quick, the first one to escape the talons of danger and the last to be left behind. She has a short temper, and will easily become a crazy claw-wielding weapon if she gets too angry. She doesn’t care about other cats’ opinions, and can easily emotionally hurt other cats without realizing it. However, she is a good cat who believes all factions are equal and will help her true friends (like Rosina) at any cost. After Rosina breaking down and becoming quiet and sad, Susanna became a living pep-talk: always tryig to get Rosina off her tree and out into the world. Her cheeriness and enthusiasm is jarring side by side to Rosina- and she doesn’t understand why it's not working. Faction: Susanna has always been a loner. She used to live near Cutthroat Corner and then outside of Seashore Square, but she now resides in Seashore Square. Companions: Susanna has always traveled alone as a loner, and has made a rule-of-thumb for herself that she will only be mates with a cat who can match her intellectually. Rosina is her only true companion.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 16:56:06 GMT -5
"I like fiery cats." Alix said. Noticing that Rosina was glancing out of the window, she did the same. Even though the city was broken down and trashy, she still felt a strong twinge of nostalgia. This was where she was born and raised. She would have to leave her little den behind. She swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to fight back emotion. Cats don't have time to be emotional, so get over yourself, you sensitive prick. { @redheartofriverclan and Featherwing - i could help run the roleplay as a mod or something !! } { @redheartofriverclan }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 16:57:12 GMT -5
"I like fiery cats." Alix said. Noticing that Rosina was glancing out of the window, she did the same. Even though the city was broken down and trashy, she still felt a strong twinge of nostalgia. This was where she was born and raised. She would have to leave her little den behind. She swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to fight back emotion. Cats don't have time to be emotional, so get over yourself, you sensitive prick. { @redheartofriverclan and Featherwing - i could help run the roleplay as a mod or something !! } { @redheartofriverclan }(You could be a mod and make sure people are following the rules once I finish it)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 16:58:38 GMT -5
{I need to make my new characters XDD}
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Post by Maplestone360 on Aug 18, 2016 17:02:14 GMT -5
(I also have a charrie that was a former Storm idolizer, he'll be interesting to roleplay now..)
(And if the cats were going to give themselves warrior names (?) when they reached the lake, I was already planning on his to be Stormhawk but now that Storm's dead that seems incredibly ironic. XD)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 17:07:49 GMT -5
{Oh dear XDD}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 17:08:50 GMT -5
{ gasp thank you !! }
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Post by Maplestone360 on Aug 18, 2016 17:28:54 GMT -5
(Psst, Featherwing I see that Annie's been deleted, by any chance could I have her form?)
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Post by Featherwing on Aug 18, 2016 17:31:12 GMT -5
[ Sure Maple! ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 17:32:06 GMT -5
New thread is almost done. I'm not going to put coding in until I figure out how
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Post by Featherwing on Aug 18, 2016 17:34:54 GMT -5
Her updated form ::
Annie ⎮ 7 Moons ⎮ Female
A fluffy ginger kitten with big grey eyes. Her paws are slightly too big for her body, but she will grow into them, much like she will grow into her ears. Her fur is classified as ginger but in reality she's more like a strawberry blonde, heavy on the strawberry particularly on her ears, paws and tail tip. The rest of her is an amalgamation of redish-blonde. She is round, clearly very healthy despite being a rogue and she is clearly well taken care of. A former house cat through she remembers next to nothing of that life, having been left in a dumpster by two legs only to be found by Storm. She has a small nick in her left ear and a scar on her right cheek.
Enthusiastic, joyful and slightly snarky, she lives to laugh and cause mischief. Amongst her favorite activities is giving her guardian, Storm, grey hairs. One of her flaws is she is too curious for her own good, one of these little adventures gave her that tear in her ear. Another is that she is rebellious, she has no patience to listen to instruction and chooses to wander off. She will pick a fight with just about anyone and use Storm's name to keep herself out of especially dangerous situations. She has no boundaries. Of course, this was before her father died. He got sick so quickly– it surprised her, how such a big, strong cat like Storm could be taken down so fast by just a little mouse. After that, she disappeared and was presumed dead. She won't go home, but she still wants to leave. She just– she can't deal with it, she can't deal with going back and knowing her daddy wasn't going to be with her.
Wanders the City, avoids Storm's Shallows like the plague.
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Post by Featherwing on Aug 18, 2016 17:45:12 GMT -5
Looks good, Red! I'll close down this page for joiners but you guys can use it for discussion if you want
I'll get the official coding stuff for you here::
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Post by Featherwing on Aug 18, 2016 17:46:30 GMT -5
For the Banner + Directory post, here's the code ::
[div style="padding: 20px; background-color: #162521; border-right: 10px double #4f7cac; border-left: 10px double #4f7cac;"] [div style="background-color: #4f7cac; margin: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #3c474b; border-bottom: 4px solid #3c474b; border-right: 4px dashed #9eefe5; border-left: 4px dashed #9eefe5;"] [p] [/p] banner goes here [p] [/p] [/div] [div style="padding: 10px; background-color: #c0e0de; margin: 20px auto;"] [p style="padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; border-right-width: 5px; border-right-style: dashed; border-right-color: #4f7cac; border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: dashed; border-left-color: #4f7cac; text-align: center;">Directory</p] [p style="padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; border-right-width: 5px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #3c474b; border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #3c474b; text-align: justify;"][sub]Post 1 ;; Directory<br /> Post 2 ;; Introduction & History<br /> Post 3 ;; Rules & Joining<br /> Post 4 ;; About & Members<br /> Post 5 ;; Territory & Maps<br /> Post 6 ;; Allegiances: Rogues<br /> Post 7 ;; Allegiances: Loners<br /> Post 8 ;; Allegiances: House Cats<br /> Post 9 ;; Extras: Relationships, Living Situations & Plot<br /> Post 10 ;; Credit<br /> Post 11 & 12 ;; Save[/sub][/p] [/div] [/div]
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Post by Featherwing on Aug 18, 2016 17:47:36 GMT -5
the intro + history code is here ::
[div style="padding: 20px; background-color: #162521; border-right: 10px double #4f7cac; border-left: 10px double #4f7cac;"] [div style="background-color: #9eefe5; margin: 20px; border-top: 4px solid #3c474b; border-bottom: 4px solid #3c474b;"] [p] [/p] [h1 style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 50px; text-align: center;"]Introduction[/h1] [h1 style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 50px; text-align: center;"]&[/h1] [h1 style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 50px; text-align: center;"]History[/h1] [p] [/p] [/div] [div style="padding: 10px; background-color: #c0e0de; margin: 20px auto;"] [p style="padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; border-right-width: 5px; border-right-style: dashed; border-right-color: #4f7cac; border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: dashed; border-left-color: #4f7cac; text-align: center;"]Introduction[/p] [p style="padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; border-right-width: 5px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #3c474b; border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #3c474b; text-align: justify;"] [sub]You are dying. Stomach rumbling, throat dry from dehydration, fleas itching at your spine and knats in your eyes, you stumble down an alley way. Death is coming, of that you are sure. You have lived a harsh life, a rogue's life, and finally it is done. Collapsing behind a dumpster, you close your eyes slip into sleep. Not long after, however, you hear voices. "Is it.. dead?" "How am I supposed to know?" "We should go" "No, look! They're waking up!" Hazily, your eyes open and you peer into two pairs of green eyes. The two tabbies, one orange and one grey, also had a rough appearance but both were healthier than anyone you've seen in a while. "Who are you?" One of them asked, quite rudely. You blink and open to speak but only a harsh cough escapes. "Goose, they must be thirsty!" the other hissed and went to fetch what looked like... a sponge? Regardless when the grey tabby drops the wet sponge in front of you, you gladly lap at the moisture. Throat soothed, you start to explain your situation. They listen quietly, occasionally nodding and glancing at one another. "Well, if you've got nowhere to go, there are a few glarings you can join up with. Ours is one of them, we have another cat with us but she's out hunting right now." You nod swiftly, not giving them time to back out on their offer. And that is how you joined a rogue glaring.[/sub][/p] [p style="padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; border-right-width: 5px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #3c474b; border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #3c474b; text-align: justify;"] [sub]You are tired. You've spent all day defending your little corner of the city. It's a small alley, nothing big, nothing special. It has a dumpster, a few trashcans and a cardboard box pile you call home. Chewing on a fish bone, you have little patience to deal with any more disturbances. But you can hear the loud, rambuncious voices of the house cats in the apartment building nextdoor. Groaning, you stick your head out of your box and yell up at them, demanding their silence. You got it for a few moments, which was delightfully peaceful, before you could hear them snickering away. Glaring at them, teeth bared in a snarl, you were tempted to give them a piece of your mind– and take their tails as trophies when you finished wiping the floor with their floofy bodies. In the end, you decide against it. You need your rest for the fights of tomorrow. You are a loner, and you wish you had a safe place that didn't require so much defending.[/sub][/p] [p style="padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; border-right-width: 5px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #3c474b; border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #3c474b; text-align: justify;"] [sub]You were born in a house, you were raised in a house, and now you have one of your own. You live in a quaint home with a small garden out the back and the houses next door are much the same. You have a neighbor, who is a pleasant cat, on one side and on the other you have a rude dog who barks at all hours of the day. You are happy, you have friends, you are pleased with your simple life. You always have food, you always have a place to sleep, you are safe, you are content, you are.. bored. You know some rogues, some are pleasant and you know of the rude and secular loners who are more likely to box your ears than speak to you plainly. You know that life for them is hard. You have known cats in fall and by spring they are no where to be found, presumed dead. Yet, you yearn for what they have– freedom. Excitement. No day is like the last. Despite the danger, you think it is almost worth it.[/sub][/p] [/div] [div style="padding: 10px; background-color: #c0e0de; margin: 20px auto;"] [p style="padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; border-right-width: 5px; border-right-style: dashed; border-right-color: #4f7cac; border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: dashed; border-left-color: #4f7cac; text-align: center;"]History[/p] [p style="padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; border-right-width: 5px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #3c474b; border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #3c474b; text-align: justify;"] [sub]A decently sized city right on the coast, on a bay. The water is filthy, the streets are in decent but not the best repair. There are lovely neighborhoods outside the city, with proper gardens and what not. Then the quality of homes decreases the closer one gets to the city, the inner city being mostly apartment style housing, stores and alleys. The docks are well taken care of, there is a fish market. Stray pets are everywhere. It is not unusual for a house pet or two to go missing and never be found again, or for a home to suddenly have a litter of puppies or kittens. Life here for stray cats is very difficult. Each day, the world gets a little more dangerous– poison, bad water, spoiled food, monsters, two legged cat-snatchers, other cats, dogs; the list goes on.[/sub][/p] [p style="padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; border-right-width: 5px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #3c474b; border-left-width: 5px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #3c474b; text-align: justify;"][span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"] [/span][sub][span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"]The three factions have long since been divided, most fervently. Loners are aggressive in protecting their territories, even kicking out their own young when the kittens get too old. Rogues are surprisingly more inclusive, more open to larger groups and socialization. House cats are pampered and often ignored or belittled by the cats of the streets, what's worse is when a rogue or loner decides to actively heckle and agitate the healthy pets.There are spaces of mutual safety, of neutrality. This does not extend to the rest of the city. It's a jungle out there and "I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring." -David Bowie[/span][/sub][/p] [/div] [/div]
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Post by Maplestone360 on Aug 18, 2016 19:12:43 GMT -5
(Here's Hawky's updated form:
Hawk ;; 16 moons ;; Male Hawk is a well muscled tom with short fur, except for his tail which is a bit fluffy. The majority of his fur is a generic gray color, and he has tan tabby stripes across his back, tail, legs, and head. His ears and paws are completely tan, and he has a tan ring around his right eye. His eyes are a sea green color, and he has a nick in his left ear. ;; Hawk is a kind, thoughtful cat who rarely acts before he thinks. At first glance anyone would consider him a normal tom, but deep down he's much more than that. He has a strong desire to be a leader, and has much raw talent when it comes to that, but unfortunately he's deathly shy, and has a hard time getting over his fear. He looked up to Storm, who was obviously the natural leader, wishing he could be that bold and wise. But when Storm died, it was like a twoleg took Hawk and shook him up so bad he just wasn't the same anymore. Now, he's reduced to a quiet, terrified wreck, and is often jittery and stutters when he speaks. His dreams of leadership seem to be crushed. ;; Rogue. Hawk would usually hang around the Harbor and Anchor's Alley, but now spends a lot of his time around the remains of Storm's Shallows. ;; He had hoped to join Storm's glaring, but now usually keeps to himself. ;; )
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