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"Why, hello there. My name is Hawk, and I want to recruit you."
I know I'm probably not what you expected, but I would like you to know that I've left my threesome at home. I've come to share a little insight, shed some light on a particular subject. Please don't go, don't click the back button or that angry red x. This will only take a minute of your time, I promise. I'll do my best not to ramble.
Well, now that I have your attention. It's a big, scary world out there, isn't it? Drugs, r.ape, poverty, the end of the world, gay people, gang violence, mafias, fires in SoCal, Global Warming.... Why yes, I did say gay people. After all, that's what the Church is raving about, aren't they? No? Well, I agree with you there- compared to all those other things, I don't think they're much of a problem either. There's all those other bad, bad things out there in the world, and guess which one the religion fanatics are protesting against?
.... You know what I think? I think everyone deserves to love, to be loved, and love is blind. If you turn your back on someone someone because of the way they look or what they prefer, then I say you aren't human.
Do you agree? Do you think homophobia is wrong? Maybe you've had a few run-ins with homophobics yourself. Maybe you have a gay brother, or you're dating a transgender. Maybe you're in love with a girl... while being a girl yourself. Maybe you're a parent with a bisexual son. Hopefully you understand the pain and suffering that comes with that kind of lifestyle.
The solution? There's a revolution going on. We want you to be a part of it. The silence needs to be ended. Hope must never be silent. So tell me...
A hazy mid-morning stretched as far as the eye could see, damp and mist-soaked from the night's downpour. It was still dark, just the faintest rim of pale sunlight stretching from the peak of the horizon, and nearly silent. Thistlepaw picked his way across the soggy march with care, feeling the mud squelch between his webbed toes. The apprentice's murky, olive-colored eyes darted over the landscape, his pupils wide and hungry for the faint light as his smooth, jaunty body kept a steady pace. He slipped through the darkness, a tabby shadow hidden from the morning glow, all the while innately aware of his mentor's presence just a few paws steps away.
The tomcat was not very impressed by Cindersmoke as he found the grey torbie unpalatable, impetuous, and "loose". The antics and poetic dribble that were his mentor's bread and butter, Thistlepaw found to be a complete waste of time. Furthermore, he insisted on calling Cindersmoke by his given name and not by the nonsensical nickname that he typically worked under. To him calling any cat such a silly name as "Cider" was disrespectful and idiotic, especially when Starclan has been generous enough to give him such a illustrious and proper names as Cindersmoke.
Without warning, the tabby tom stopped, his raised and scruffy hackles twitching, and he turned to face his mentor. "How much farther?" He chuffed, a sharp edge to his voice.
Post by Leopardstrike on Mar 5, 2014 20:25:09 GMT -8
She bristled a little defensively when the larger warrior approached, feeling apprehensive. She rubbed the tears away as nonchalantly as she could manage, not wanting to be seen as weak. It wasn't easy for her to not anticipate getting hurt somehow. There just had to be some ulterior motive; no one else could really want anything to do with a freak like her, would they? The disloyal one, the ostracized, the outsider with not a speck of clan blood, the one who once ran away like a coward, and for a fox, an enemy of cats, no less! She didn't regret her friendship with him, though. How could she? Fox or not, he was the first friend she ever made, and the one that knew and understood her the best. He had also risked his life for her. She thought he had died; he had sure seemed deceased when she checked on him. Her, a clanmate named Foxpaw, and a Windclan cat named Jackalmask, had even buried him and sat vigil. She had kept a tuft of his tail fur, unable to completely let him go for a long time. Between that, and her first mentor's death, it had taken her a few moons to fully heal, to allow someone to get close to her again.
And yet, somehow, he had shown up recently, very much alive. It had been a shock to her; how was this even possible? For a moment, she had thought she was hallucinating; it was unbelievable, too good to be true. How elated she had felt at his survival and return! She felt that a vital part of her that had been missing for so long had been restored. But their joy had been short lived as the harsh reality of their situation set in. Her clan; they couldn't know about this. She couldn't lose him again; especially not this soon after getting him back. Once again, they had to meet in secret. As soon as she was well enough after the wolf attack, she had sought him out. They had swapped stories about each others' lives, eager to learn how the other had been faring since that horrible day they had been separated. Hopefully, she'd be able to sneak away sometime soon to hang out with him again. She hated how cautious they had to be; how they had to stay alert, lest they be caught. This isn't the way it should be! They should be free and safe to be friends, with no fear of being judged or punished.
She was jolted back to the present when she heard the other warrior move again. When Gingertail got down to her level and looked her in the face, she was surprised to see not a trace of hostility or disgust. "Leopardstrike, I know it's hard. And I know that I don't completely understand your situation-" No kidding. she thought wryly. "-since everyone else seems to know about your past.-" This part puzzled her; she honestly didn't know? The rosetted she-cat thought that by now, everyone knew. They sure did gossip enough about it..."-But I do know what it's like to be an outcast, and I know that you, of all cats, can push through it." Wait, was she actually trying to be nice to her? Was she telling the truth? If so.......then why? She saw the other cat smirk, and she was waiting for her to say that she was just joking, that Leopardstrike was an idiot if she thought she actually meant what she said. But when she opened her mouth to speak again, "I mean, you did just completely tackle me to the ground, no questions asked. That's impressive for a cat your size." For the longest time, she stared at the snow coated ground, uncertain of how to respond. Finally, she mumbled softly, "Well, I did have a good mentor." Shuffling her front paw a little, she slowly looked up at her and asked, "Do you......really mean that?"
The clans we all once loved..Engulfed by flames, ashes took the place where they once stood. Moons and moons passed..The old traditions and stories, the warrior code, still in place as generations came and rose four new clans. The large feuds and battles between the old clans which were formed by the ancestors have been diminished and new rivalries and drama are stirring in the clans. The old clans led easy lives compared to now...Now wolves surround the clans- bordered with each clan, stealing their prey and causing distress to those younger members.
Which path will you take? Which leader will you put your trust in? Or will you take the rank of a wolf and learn their ways?
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it is certainly a surprise to part her jaws and smell another cat weaving through the trees, but featherstep tries to suppress it. she blinks warmly at the apprentice as she comes to a stop before her. the sun has already risen, giving the place a surreal look, as if the whole world was melting before them. dewpaw is young, and featherstep feels a wave of nostalgia for her own apprentice days.
"i apologize for being late, featherstep. my father wished to accompany me here today, i hope that's okay with you..."
that is certainly out of the ordinary.
usually, parents stay out of an apprentice's training, understanding and accepting the journey their kit must go on now. however, featherstep supposes it isn't too unreasonable for a father to be concerned about his kit. featherstep doesn't know how much she likes the idea of her training session overseen by her first apprentice's father, but there's little else she can do. she strains her eyes to see the other warrior in the trees, but he appears to be hiding. frustration prickles her pads. for starclan's sake, why couldn't things just go right?
featherstep doesn't want to burden dewpaw with her own frustrations. instead, she shakes her head and turns towards the river, tossing over her shoulder, "come, dewpaw. i want you to look at the river and tell me everything you can observe."
"POUNCER." THE WHITE APPRENTICE repeated the name of the fox on her tongue. First in cat, then in fox. It had a nice ring to it. It echoed in her mouth before ending in a soft hiss. Unlike Raylee's name, which was a soft exhale of clouds, Pouncer was first soft, then in broke, ended in a soft hiss. She liked it. "That's a handsome named for a handsome fox," she teased lightly. Her face broke into a bright, beautiful smile. The rare one. Snowpaw was happy for once. It was a distraction. Something that kept her mind off of the recent death of her mentor, her father, and the other apprentices. It kept her mind off of the thoughts that had been worrying her every since she opened her eyes.
SHAKING HERSELF and spraying her companions with a light shower of moisture, Snowpaw got to her feet and gave a small smile. "It was nice meeting you Pouncer, and Leopardstrike. My lips are sealed." words 165 tags Leopardstrike notes stuff
Here, the nights seem so much longer than the days. Here, the things lurking in the shadows are less imaginary than you realize. Here are two cities divided, and look who just got caught in the middle.
You will never be the Prince of the city, nor will you ever lead the Sabbat as the Archbishop. You will not be the alpha wolf. You will never become the Mayor of Minneapolis-Saint Paul.
-- but you will be their pawns.
Try as they might, the denizens of the World of Darkness cannot outrun the shadows lurking in the distance. They will never rise up to beat back their oppressors, nor will they subject others to their tyranny.
-- but they will still try.
This is a game fought, won, and lost by the pawns – the expendable fodder who demands more from life than they have been given, or perhaps even more than they deserve. Every piece serves a function no matter how short its time on the stage may be. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A Tale of Two Cities: Minnesota by Night is a mature intermediate to advanced literary role-play loosely based on White-Wolf's 'Vampire: the Masquerade' and 'Werewolf: the Apocalypse' story-telling games. We are set in present day Minneapolis - Saint Paul, Minnesota. We're still small, but we're active.
Currently players can play as Vampires, Ghouls, Revenants, Garou, Kinfolk, Humans and Blood Dolls. We feature some house rules and boast a relaxed role-playing environment, with an emphasis on character-driven plots and development though there is an overall plot to the board as well.
Post by Leopardstrike on Mar 1, 2014 12:57:35 GMT -8
She noticed that Snowpaw seemed a little disappointed with the news of Raylee. Poor thing; I guess she misses her. That vixen must have meant a lot to her. She did say that they had been friends. I can't imagine losing Pouncer again, especially after I learned that he was alive. She had found out when a couple of wolves had attacked her and a Riverclan elder named Tornwing; a terrible blizzard had sprung up later that day as well. The fox had put his life on the line for them, distracting the wolves while they escaped. She still had the scar on her shoulder where one had gotten a hold of her with its jaws. When the white she-cat promised not to tell anyone, she let out a breath that she didn't know that she'd been holding. Settling closer to the fox, pelts touching, she responded gratefully, "Thank you. I'm glad you understand. He's my closest friend, and at one time......My only friend." He curled his bushy tail around her, and she leaned her head slightly against his shoulder. A few minutes later, he smiled and said, "Yes; thank you. I truly don't know what I'd do without her. As for my name, it is Pouncer." After translating this, she said, "We've been friends since I was an apprentice. We weren't that far apart in age; he's only a moon older than I am. So, we were both kids when we first met."
Post by mercedesbenz on Feb 28, 2014 14:23:38 GMT -8
oh gosh i am so incredibly sorry for my disappearance i know it hasn't really been that long but a lot of things swept up on me at once including, but not limited to:
a terrible valentines day
work (and lack thereof)
a breakup after nine months
him telling me he's despressed
and wants to die
but is running away instead
my own depression
missing work because i can't physically bring myself to get out of bed
trying to talk to my i-don't-know-if-we're-still-together boyfriend
convincing him my own problems are bad enough and i'm not worried about being sucked into his
a make-up valentines day!
lots of crying
getting the guy back
my manager singling me out at work to pick on
helping my boyfriend-again find a truck
realizing i left a lot of things to do here
and now i'm trying to get back, at least more than i was so i'm sorry if i left anyone hanging (especially my mc audition. i'll finish that...) but if i happen to be absent for another short period of time, it's likely related to one of the 20-some items above
THE WHITE APPRENTICE had been nodding along enthusiastically when she heard the news. Oh. Her ears drooped just a tiny bit. And when Leopardstrike asked for secrecy she swore herself. "I promise. It's best that no one knows. The queens would be in havoc and the warriors would be out for blood. And... I don't want you to lose your friend Leopardstrike." The apprentice said solemnly. I don't want you to lose the fox like I lost Raylee... She let out a soft sigh. Raylee. She was gone. Utterly and completely gone. Off fulfilling her life. Had she forgotten about her? What about their promise? Snowpaw would never kill a fox and Raylee would never kill a cat. Had she remembered?
ON THE OTHER HAND, Snowpaw was curious about Fox. Fox seemed fairly comfortable with Leopardstrike which meant the green-eyed warrior saw him often. They were friends, possibly even best friends. What was the content of their relationship? How far did it go? Thoughts swirled around the mind of the white apprentice. words 172 tags Leopardstrike notes stuff
Post by Leopardstrike on Feb 27, 2014 17:17:23 GMT -8
He stared into her eyes the entire time she spoke, making sure that she was telling the truth. As a fox in a land of hostile cats, he had every right to be wary. Although he had done no harm to any cat; they wouldn't understand that he wasn't a threat. His friendship with Leopardstrike when they were both kids had convinced him that cats were not prey, and that they were not to be messed with. He would still defend himself if they attacked first, or threatened a friend, though. So great was his love for his friend, that he had risked his life, nearly losing it, to save her from another fox. One of his own kind. That particular fox he had fought, though, he was ashamed to share a species with. It was a vixen, a female fox, who derived pleasure from the suffering and pain of others. She was evil, and had killed and eaten cats. She had come after the warrior and a couple of Riverclan cats once; after being chased off by him, she had moved on to terrorize the cats of Windclan, injuring some, killing and consuming a few others. Including one of their kits. Now, she was dead......Or so Leopardstrike hoped. After all, she thought Pouncer had died that same day, and yet, despite all odds, he was standing right next to her. If he could survive his injuries and near drowning.....Leopardstrike mentally shook herself. No. She couldn't afford to think like that. Siren was dead; she had to be. She didn't know what she would do if that monster was still around, lurking in the shadows.
When he spoke again, he replied, "Snowpaw. It is....nice to meet you. You are of Riverclan, correct? A clanmate of Leopardstrike's?" Pausing for a moment, looking deep in thought, he then said, "Raylee? I don't know her personally. I usually keep to myself. Word is, though, that her and her family have moved on to another territory. We foxes don't always stick around with our families as long as you clan cats do; at 7 moons, we head off on our own. If she was around your age, then she might have struck out on her own by now." He paused, allowing the medium-sized warrior to translate all this to Snowpaw. Once she was done, he thought for a bit, a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes, although he hid his emotions well. He exchanged glances with his friend, who also seemed uneasy. Could they trust her? Looking back at the apprentice, she said, "If he tell's you his name....will you promise not to tell anyone? To not speak of him, our relationship, or this meeting?"