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Post by »Phantom on Jul 6, 2007 22:27:32 GMT -5
MK. So, Creampaw's RiverClan sweetheart, whom I'm not sure I want/need, if you wanna make her, go right ahead, I'll provide info, sister, brother, and father are all open to play. Aside from Cloudpaw. they're all WindClan, and here they areeee....
Gimme a quick RP example, and the cat you want. <333
Name: Floodpaw Gender: Tom Age: 13 moons Clan: Wind Mother & Father: Thickreed (father), Brightflash (deceased, mother) Picture: See Below Extra Info: Strong, quick, more than a bit shallow, doesn't take a hint, loud, big Played By: OPEN
Name: Cranepaw Gender: She-cat Age: 13 moons Clan: Wind Mother & Father: Thickreed (father), Brightflash (deceased. mother) Picture: See below Extra Info: Sweet, gentle, knows how to keep a secret, quick for a WindClan cat, hates the cold, close to her siblings, dainty, petite Played By: Reserved for Khaz
Name: Cloudpaw Gender: She-cat Age: 13 moons Clan: River Mother & Father: Sharptongue (adopted, dead), Reedflower (biological, dead) Picture: See below Extra Info: Snippety, a bit disrespectful, overall very kind, a good fighter/hunter, excellent swimmer, hates birds Played By: Winged <33 (Sorry about that.)
Name: Thickreed Gender: Tom Age: 32-42 moons Clan: Wind Rank: Warrior Link To Bio: No bio Extra Info: Very prideful, expects much from kits, has a soft side for pretty she-cats, sometimes thick-headed, loves a good fight, menacing in battle Played By: Open
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Look before you leap, Kill before you think
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Post by Dilussion on Jul 6, 2007 22:33:28 GMT -5
-rings in little buzzer- Is the answer I'm starting the bio now? -cheesy smile-
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Post by [White n' Nerdeh] on Jul 7, 2007 10:26:12 GMT -5
But you said I could have Cranepaw :/ I'm confused. I thought Cranepaw was a tom, and the cat that Creampaw had a crush on, that I was supposed to play
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Post by »Phantom on Jul 7, 2007 15:52:03 GMT -5
-blink- Ohcrap. >< Sorry, I got confused yesterday, you guys were talking about stuff, so I started messing up names.
Mk. Imma clear this up now.
Creampaw - Male Floodpaw - Male, Creamy's brother Cranepaw - Female, Creamy's sister Cloudpaw - Female, Creamy's crush
That make things better? Winged, you can play Cloudpaw, or Cranepaw. Khaz, you can make an agreement with Winged, if that's savvy with you two. >< So sorry about this, I really am.
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Post by [White n' Nerdeh] on Jul 7, 2007 20:49:44 GMT -5
OH. I'll take Cloudpaw then XD Name: Cloudpaw RP Ex.: Crunch, crunch, crunch The clearest sound she could percieve with her fined tuned hearing. The small white she cat had been traveling alongside the border. It was leaffall and the once green leaves off the trees were becoming a rustic brown colour. Personaly, Cloudpaw liked leaffall the best of all the seasons. Even though the prey was a little scarcer, it was so beautiful. Even more beautiful then the blossoming flowers of greenleaf, which she also loved mind you. But the bright oranges and the darker browns of autumn were really what she loved. Autumn days were the best days to take a stroll. Even if that stroll meant going out of camp without a warrior. She felt a little guilty for doing this, but she liked leafall too much to waste it sitting around in camp. What kind of fun was that? Sometimes she really doubted her clan.
As she was walking peacefully along, she caught the thick scent of WindClan, nearby. Perhaps a little to nearby for her own comfort. Here she was prancing along without a warrior, and there were invading WindClanners! But suddenly it hit her like a subtle wave. It wasn't WindClan on RiverClan territory, she had crossed the border without paying attention. A wave of dispair washed over her, she could practically hear the voices of the cats on the patrol. How was she going to explain herself? Cloudpaw began to panick a little, eyes dancing like blue flames. Cloudpaw took a deep breath and just started running, running as fast as her legs could carry her. But it was too late, she felt something land hard on her back and pin her down. Struggling seemed not only futile, but dangerous.
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Post by »Phantom on Jul 7, 2007 22:52:52 GMT -5
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