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Post by mercedesbenz on Sept 1, 2014 12:22:35 GMT -8
It was a droll day, the sky groaning in swollen protest. Threatening grey clouds clawed their way across the once-blue sky. Cab tipped his head up, sea-foam pools eyeing the sky dubiously. Things were taking a turn for the worse quickly, and he silently cursed the twisted change of events. He was still a ways from the salvage yard, the news of which was entirely too bad for him to enjoy. Axel had sent him out - surprise - to find a group of dissenters who had taken to making their stand in the winding mazes of junk. He had been tracking them by scent, entirely too unhurried in this bland little chore. Originally this had posed no problem whatsoever, the task so painfully easy that Axel hadn't bothered to send anyone else along with him. Cab usually preferred things this way, the tragedy and misfortune of having to actually deal with others often too cumbersome for him. He just wasn't a "people person." Sure, he could flirt and chat and laugh and act like their little fucking pal, but the reality was he just didn't care too much for company. Things were just much more simple when there was only one.
Another low rumble reverberated through the concrete streets, causing humans and animals alike to quicken their pace. Cab had ducked into a narrow alley, and sat around with a seriously bored expression plastered across his face. A couple strays in the alley behind him began to hiss, and he threw a skeptical, sideways look over his shoulder. It was for this very reason that he hated coming to the city. Not only did he have to skitter around and hide (he had learned this lesson the hard way after a rather raucous chase ended with him passing out just inside the warehouse, a tranquilizer dart firmly lodged in his neck) but he also had to either avoid or contest the innumerable rogues and loners that prowled around this city. It disgusted him the way they paraded about like they were entitled to some sort of pride, a slice of the pie if you will. They deserved nothing. They fought for nothing and they always, always lost for nothing. Another chorus of hisses brought him back to reality, and he cast another sideways glance in their general direction. He didn't have time to play silly games. If he didn't find the dissenters before the rain started, he'd be in very serious trouble. With a loud clap of thunder, Cab darted from his temporary refuge, dodging and sliding between the legs of many distracted humans. Only a handful noticed, and he moved too quick to make much of an issue of it. Cab knew he didn't have time to squander while the streets cleared. As long as he moved quick, he should be clear and free in only a couple of blocks.
[ taggedashes ] [ notes you can start the rain whenever and have gem take shelter in the salvage yard shack. cab can happen by, they can meet and bam! kept it short and sweet for ya, too c: ]
Post by mercedesbenz on Sept 1, 2014 11:03:02 GMT -8
He could feel the pushing, the prodding all around him. Murmured congratulations and outcried outrage. Winter, in all of his wildest fantasies, had never accepted this as a real possibility. He was a warrior and what Sparrowstar was insinuating was he become a medicine cat. It wasn't unheard of, for things to happen this way when the medicine cat had no apprentice, but it was such a rare occurrence that very few would know it in living memory. Snowfern would be one to know, he mused as a bit of an aside. Maybe he'd have to ask her one day. Oh, but that wasn't the point right now! Come on. Snap out of it. She was waiting.
He barely registered Otterclaw and Doepaw behind him, until he heard the young apprentice murmuring to her mentor. He tried not to stiffen, to not take offense and shame, in the fact he was not the only one with such doubts. He almost missed it when they both encouraged him to move, to go forward and accept such a large mound of responsibility he really wasn't sure he was ready for. The subconscious made the decision for him, and he found himself finally lifting - up and up - to stand and then paws shifting to carry himself forward. He stopped when he heard Snowfern, however, and couldn't move his eyes as he listening to the exchange between the wise old she-cat and his leader. Snowfern brought up an excellent point, and it was all he could do - again in what only seemed like mere moments - to stop his blood from running cold. So she was not only going to appoint him into a position he was fully untrained for, but also level on him the responsibility of choosing a successor in her untimely death. He couldn't stop the pessimistic thoughts of how lovely from flitting through his mind.
When they had finished, he had to shake himself. Steel himself, cough up the courage to accept what he was ill-prepared for. He sighed, a final goodbye to himself, before swinging himself back to Sparrowstar. He plastered a look of calm determination on his face, a hopefully believable facade to disguise all the doubts and fears skittering across his bones. He walked steady, a long and even pace, before coming to a halt in front of Sparrowstar. He gave her a look: deep and probing, and entirely unsure, before dipping his head in formal acknowledgement. StarClan had a purpose for them all... he had to believe this was his now.
“No, truly, it’s lovely to have something fixed before I even have a chance to complain about it. I wish more warriors were like you like that. It makes things better when we work for each other.”
Was this, oh no, it couldn’t be. No one ever really took the time to seek Whiterun out and actually thank him. Sure, his clanmates thanked him for things he did, but never had someone actually looked for him after something he did without anyone watching. It felt nice, but of course, feeling pride for doing something anyone would do? That wasn’t exactly the best thing he could be feeling at the time. Pushing the feelings of self-accomplishment away, he nodded, remaining humble and nervous as per usual. Of course, she’d already thanked him, she was just complimenting him now, being kind, which he appreciated.
“Well, I’m s-sure all ThunderClanners are like us. It’s early, so I guess no-no one thought to help out quite yet. Thanks, th-though,” he meowed once more, nodding slowly as he spoke.
It really annoyed him, though, how he just couldn’t talk. Not being able to talk was always very, very frustrating. At times, he was able to remove his stutter from his speech. Though, he could really only accomplish that when confronting any enemy for his clan, which wasn’t that often, luckily. Most would assume he’d feel comfortable around the cats he shared his home with, but no. Whiterun had terrible social skills, and honestly, it was his own fault this happened, but he had no friends. Truly, he had zero friends. Letting his fiery orange gaze shift down to his paws, he frowned slightly, and furrowed his brow.
Perhaps Poppyfall would make a good friend? She was kind, and she didn’t run around boasting about her accomplishments, or going out of her way to complete crazy tasks that really did nothing but fluff up the ego of an arrogant warrior. And what for? The twenty-three moon old honestly had no idea why some cats did things like that, he preferred hiding in the shadows, helping out where needed, but doing so anonymously. He really had no one to impress, he was just, well, sort of there. Another cat to take care of the clan, but do nothing too major. Like any warrior, he dreamed of becoming leader, but of course, he wasn’t trying to show off to those higher ranking than he was.
No need, right? If his destiny was to lead the clan, he’d get there on his own eventually. Looking up from his paws, he smiled lightly at the elder, letting the awkward expression leave his face, ever so slightly. He still looked like a pathetic little goof, but that was his usual appearance. Oh well. It didn’t really matter.
“S-so, uh, is it okay if I ask you h-how you are? B-because, if that’s rude, I really apolo-uh, apologize, super sorry, I can just,” fumbling off into his typical bizarre noises, he shuffled his paws, skin under his white fur blushing bright red out of embarrassment.
“Ignore me, I’m weird.”
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Now that I've finally finished something productive, I thought I should introduce myself. I'm Halle, short for Hallelujah, which will hopefully be a Bloodclan character of mine. Hmm. I have been role-playing for around six years now. I'm nineteen years old and am a sophomore in college. I'm majoring in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing.
I'm a fan of the Pittsburgh Penguins, a huuuge fan. Hockey is my life. -has jerseys, shirseys, a sock monkey, fuzzy socks- The works, basically. I like the Chicago Blackhawks too, but not with the same fervency. I'm also a fan of Friends, Supernatural, Leverage, Marvel, TMNT, annnnd.. um, financial stability.
I like almost any kind of music, but some of my favorite musicians/bands are: OneRepublic, The National, Adam Lambert, Florence + The Machine, Skillet, Halestorm, and Def Leppard.
Ummm, that's about all I can think of for now. I'm very excited to be here! I love coming up with juicy mini-plots and I'm eager to get involved in the site-wide plots you guys have going on. I hope to get to know you guys and have fun role-playing soon. <3
the air was charged, he could feel it in his whiskers. it left a pleasant tingle under his pelt, but it was a tingle he was well associated with by now. he was no stranger to the company of females (and males) alike. these were situations he had learned to navigate swiftly and successfully. rough seas were uncommon but exciting all the same. very rarely was there a shecat he could not conquer, or perhaps simply seduce was a better word. of course he chose his partners wisely, those who could not catch on were not worth his time and effort. those looking for something more sat in the same box. gem was a master of courtship but only the shallow version. flings were his forte. thanks goodness lovely arizona seemed to be on the same track. there was nothing he hated more than rejecting a poor shecat. that was probably untrue but he didn't feel like thinking too deeply on it at the moment, there were far more...pressing matters that required his undivided attention.
she was named for a place he knew was hot and dry. somehow, he thought, it suited her to an extent. he could almost see the low desert sun in her eyes. charming, he almost felt partial to a drink of water, and at the thought his tongue quickly swiped over his nose, searching for some liquid that might ease the discomfort of his parched throat. the surprising and only momentary contact of her tail to his face provided enough distraction to push that to the back of his mind, though. more pressing matters, yes. perhaps she would allow him to dwell with her for a bit. the touch left him dissatisfied and craving more. it was not nearly enough to get a good sense of her fur texture and mostly just filled his face with her scent (which was nothing less than lovely) but really he felt like she was just dangling it all right before his nose, almost literally. "i wouldn't say that just yet." he said, trying to refocus on the conversation at hand. he had certainly escaped responsibility for the time being however short, and a change of pace felt just beyond the horizon. he was quick to match her movement, not too keen to lengthen the distance between them just yet.
her body moved as fluidly as he had imagined, it was truly a sight to behold. some cats could only be born with such grace. his eyes were easily drawn to her figure, but he knew that his gaze was not unwelcome and was probably her aim in the first place. gem himself enjoyed being watched when the audience was worthy, and gem had always considered himself a worthy viewer. at least no one had ever told him otherwise. "do you just follow the wind then wherever it pleases you? you must have quite a bit of freedom yourself then." honestly her life story meant so little to him at that very moment he really had little to no interest in any of her reasoning or motivations. a heartfelt conversation was not what he was looking for just then.
Post by mercedesbenz on Aug 31, 2014 18:34:41 GMT -8
PARDON ME BUT YOU SAID THAT YOU'D ALWAYS LOVE ME
SHE TURNED HER HEAD SLOWLY, quite unsure she'd heard what she thought she'd heard. Had he really asked her how she'd been? Her blood boiled out of pure instinct, the simple concept of being considered weak made her blood run toxic. She tried to reign it in, repeating to herself over and over that he hadn't even insinuated she was weak. If she looked at it right, he had actually asked the opposite. While her crazy hyper-controlling thoughts ran rampant through her mind she turned back to look out over the knobby pine forest. A familiar ache tugged dully in her chest, and she hadn't realized it at first but she hadn't been outside their confines in over two years. She felt like a trapped rat, scrabbling at the walls of a rock den. No matter how much she pressed and prodded and pushed, they simply wouldn't budge.
Having now a semblance of calm and control, she looked back to Duskscream. He was interesting... he didn't talk much, that much she was certain of. It also became apparent he wasn't very close to his family, at least not close to his parents. Whitesmoke was a different story, so it seemed. She couldn't shake the feeling the silence with his parents was one-sided, though, although she wasn't sure which side was holding the vigil. That was another foray for another day, though. She looked him over, quick, darting glances, trying to measure his body language. Nervous, maybe. Unsure. Sincere. That thought touched her, for some phantom reason, and she decided for the second time in a small number of minutes to be kind. "It may seem surprising... I've been incapacitated for so many moons, after all. But I'm the best I've ever been. Maybe that isn't so surprising." A good-natured laugh passed through her jaws, taking her by surprise. She hadn't been happy... had she? She wasn't typically so out of touch with herself. As she let herself reach out, get familiar again, she felt it. A glowing warmth, right there. Right at her core. She hadn't meant to. She had meant to escape, find something or anything to alleviate the crushing weight of despair. She had meant to look for a fight, or for solitude. Instead, she found company and conversation.
Post by mercedesbenz on Aug 31, 2014 17:54:26 GMT -8
After his final, longing, look he resigned himself to slink away and do as he was told. It was a drag, really, to be sent to do Axel's dirty work but he couldn't lie to himself and say there wasn't a part of him that didn't secretly enjoy it. He took a sick pride in being the one Axel sent instead of some other wishy-washy idiot. It was no secret why Axel sent him, as well. It was because Cab was better, and this fact he took undisguised pride in. Of course it helped that he towered over the rest of them, twice as big and twice as fast and really twice as anything. They simply couldn't compete, and heap on the fact he could use his damned brain and it really was just a matter of semantics. He was the favorite. He was better.
He never dared mention that the moment Axel began to slip into the cracks, Cab was gonna shake on out like a leaf on a tree. Well... maybe not exactly like that. It really depended on how he was feeling towards the small black tom, if or when his fall from grace began. It also heavily weighed on how much the grip had slipped. Cab could tower and menace and snarl all he wanted, but the sickening fact of the matter was that if enough of the Clan revolted, it wouldn't take much to overpower him at that point. Cab could handle three or four at a time. That much was easy, droll work. When you heaped on seven to ten at a time... that's when things got shaky. He didn't much like dwelling on that possible future, so he did what he could to keep Axel in the good graces of his band of fools.
Speaking of. He'd been called back, it seems. He could fold it however he wanted, but there was definitely an invitation to join in this conversation here. A slow, pleased grin crept across his jaw, and in the current circumstances it looked quite malicious. Like he was plotting, or about to slice open the neck of Axel or Tinsel... it was hard to tell which. His thoughts were speeding in a very different direction, however. No blood to be spilled, at least not in the physical sense. He didn't like the look Tinsel had been giving him, chalking him up as a brainless bully. Such an opportunity to display his show of smarts came few and far between. This would not be something he'd pass up easily.
He spun easily and nearly bounded back to the two sitting cats. He placed himself between them, slightly removed as to form a sort of crescent-shaped friendship circle. He directed his foamy stare at Axel, deep and alight with a hundred different spiraling thoughts. "I see your concern, Axel. If I may... offer a suggestion?" He phrased it as a question as to not be intrusive, but he was quite certain Axel would hear him out. Regardless of the cruel jibes of pet and collars and leashes, Axel trusted Cab... He narrowed his eyes. I should hope he trusts me, he thought a bit sourly. He didn't know where the errant thought came from, but it was remiss to fade quickly. Cab had done nothing but exactly what Axel had asked, stood by him while the Clan swayed with indecision and rocked by revolution. Things suddenly escalated to a completely heightened level of interesting. Should Axel not display trust in Cab's opinion... Hmm. He would play this by ear. It was a good move, to see where he stood with Axel. Good standing meant good things. Bad standing meant things were worse than they appeared, and if that were the case? He caught himself there. One thing at a time.
The leaves spoke in hushed and fleeting whispers. Their meanings, raw and without voice or language, slipped across the tomcat's eyes as he buzzed over top of them. It was an incredibly delicate process, watching the spatter as it sat in perverse pools, slowly trickling in green steaks at the mercy of gravity. Every detail was infinitely important and he soaked them up with great care. Three drips sitting together- trinity, completion, wholeness, holiness. A streak down the center- something separated, fractured, broken. Osiris leaned forward with rapt attention, trying to discern meaning from these broken symbols. A sudden blank patch- emptiness, stopping, an end.
The tom's mind came crashing to a halt as he stood, fixated, over the blank patch. End? The end of what? He could feel a deep sense of dread welling up within the pit of his stomach, a rising panic as tears skirted past the edges of his eyes. "No..."
“Hey, I’m Drizzleshine. Are you hungry?”
Osiris nearly jumped out of his pelt at the sound of an intruder. He skittered backwards and scrambled over his leaf poultice arrangement, knocking it every which way. He backed himself against the human construct, his downy pelt on end and his bright green eyes wide with terror as he stared at the tomcat. He looked the stranger over frantically as his chest heaved up and down with hastened breath. Then, he looked down to the lump of meat and, his heart sunk, to the mess of leaves he had stepped in.
"No!" He whispered, picking up his paws to see the green mess that was stuck to them. "Nononono!" He stuttered, shivering wildly as he scuttled to the mess and desperately searched it for any scrap of meaning to no avail. It was gone. Osiris started crying, hot, messy tears streaming from his terrified eyes as he cowered below the strange tomcat. He was going to die. This cat was going to kill him and he didn't even have Abraxas to save him. It didn't even matter, nothing mattered anymore. The leaves had spoke. Spoke of Abraxas, spoke of completion, separation and ending. It didn't matter where Shax was, if he was dead or if he was alive.
LIKE - winning - long days - eavesdropping - being of use - alternately: using others
DISLIKE - too much down time - undeserved superiority complexes - crashes, bangs, etc. - being called axel's pet - alternately: axel ordering him around like a pet
not the type to enjoy a lot of downtime // always needs something to do or his mind starts thinking bad things // looks big and dumb but is a maniacal little genius under the stupid exterior // has the tendency to let others run the show // doesn't go against the flow // doesn't mind others doing the thinking for him // which would be why others assume him stupid // but he can work through most problems at incredible speeds // usually quite intelligent and can grasp difficult concepts // escaped from a zoo after a very unfortunate early life // axel was the first cat to not flinch, run away or attempt to attack him // doesn't really mind doing whatever axel asks // really, he follows whoever holds the most promise // but he does so with unwavering loyalty // often jovial and good-natured, with a good sense of humor // simultaneously extremely caustic and insulting to others // a well-developed understanding of environments // can very quickly // resists and rejects anything that doesn't support his own experiential understanding of the world // more or less thinks the world is there to give him a good laugh and a scratching post // uncaringly hurts others' feelings // a great talent for reading others and knowing "where they're at" by just watching their behavior and mannerisms // can draw upon an extremely detailed and ready knowledge of the physical world around him at a moment's notice, when required // extremely competitive // a flair which drives him to win out in difficult situations // very mentally sturdy, which makes him extremely hard to beat // can become morose or even antagonistic in situations offering little promise of advantage or the possibility to "do something" // manipulative // has no problem taking advantage of those weaker than him to get ahead or get what he wants // bad ass m.d., phd
LIKE - gathering herbs - the smell of heather - practical jokes - warm nights - full moons
DISLIKE - yelling - being over-extended - the taste of thrush - vocal skepticism - stubbornness
genuinely an old soul // very insightful // meaning: he can differentiate patterns and meanings in the world // meaning, etc.: he's very good at interpreting signs // was a warrior before he was the medicine cat // more or less trained under poisonedthorn // it was very unofficial // he basically just hung out and followed her around a lot // he got sick of fighting and killing all. the. time // empathetic // can see so many tangents everywhere that he can't stay focused on the bottom line or the big picture // very skilled at knowing exactly how others are feeling and using this to his advantage // is not very good at accepting input from others // very solid work ethic // doesn't give up easily // tends to believe that he's always right // perfectionistic and idealistic // very good at zoning in and focusing // can be unaware of how he comes across to others // usually only a problem when he's pulling a prank // which is often // that, or when he's telling a story // it's common to find him tense, wound up and unable to relax // tries to alleviate this by acting younger than he really is // which makes him charming in a ragged, fatherly way
LIKE - first day of newleaf - sunningrocks - climbing trees - the smell of dew - counting stars
DISLIKE - full-lead heat - pauses - injustice - clouds - feathers in her nest
a cat of extremely few words // has the tendency to garner a lot of attention when she does speak // has a great memory // believes she should do her duty because it is her duty, not so she can get something in return // natural leader // has the habit of assuming charge without actually wanting to or being asked to // comes across as cold or prickly // really, has little patience with things she considers insignificant or minute //can find herself counting stars // to her, it's soothing and concrete // slightly more masculine than most in her clan // has no problem doing dirty or unpleasant jobs // strong sense of duty/to serve // highly ethical // strong moral compass // a wonderful strategist // sometimes has problems thinking outside the box // her favorite time of day is the morning, because she loves the smell of dew // unaware or uncaring of how others perceive her // it's unsure which // has a habit of bullying others into behaving or performing how she expects them to or believes how they need to be // sunningrocks is her favorite place in the entire forest // can dismiss others' opinions or input without realizing it // doesn't necessarily believe she's right all the time // but is blinded by the thought that if you want something done right, do it yourself // has difficulty understanding the importance of considering others feelings, and trying to meet their emotional needs // can hold grudges, and has a hard time forgiving // contrarily, she has a very firm hold of her temper // doesn't really see the long-term impact of her actions // loves climbing trees