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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 11, 2015 1:39:41 GMT
Hello everyone. I have really felt the need to rp cats and I know we have Aka's kitten one coming soon but I figure why not throw my own thing out there. Plus, my friend was fiddling around with some different animal makers and we created all of our friends, I made you guys too, and I just found them buried on my computer. They've been here since last winter actually... cx But, since I found them, I figured maybe we could rp a bit?
I realized that their colors are a bit unique and so I came up with a hesitant plot.
Okay, so there was this clan called IsleClan that lived on this island that was set in the middle of a lake, just a really small area. Well, the clan, since they had such limited resources, sacrificed kits they thought were weak. Due to this, StarClan grew very angry and cursed them with a prophecy foretelling monstrous cats would be born. Moon and moons pass until the prophecy is almost forgotten. There are currently 5 apprentices in the clan and on the night of the blood moon, a change begins to take over them. Odd colors and patterns mark their once beautiful fur, eye colors change as well, one even has wings. Terrified, IsleClan is unsure what to do. Their leader, Finchstar decides to cast them into the lake. Tossed in by their former kin and companions, the apprentices try to swim to shore. Luckily, when they are about to give up, they find large box floating in the lake. They all scramble atop it and once the one with wings is dry enough to fly, she takes to the skies, to guide them towards the land. Now the young cats must journey away from that place and create a clan of their own. We would start when they are on the box, near shore. They will obviously meet others on the way and such, which we can split up and role play.
Characters (don't laugh I made these a while ago and I had the influence of a teenage girl beside me)
( I also know that the crush section is messed up for both Aka and Foxeh. Don judge me.)
Aka
Foxeh
Silv
Owly
Momo
now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to play the xbox and pretend i never made these and then actually showed them to you all. thanks. |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 11, 2015 1:44:16 GMT
-tackles moo-
so much win rn so much win XDDD
OH MY YOU LITERALLY FIT ME TO A T
IM SO AMAZED RN
OH MY
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 11, 2015 1:52:24 GMT
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 11, 2015 1:56:43 GMT
nope
is nooottt
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Post by Aкα on Jul 11, 2015 2:14:58 GMT
Momo those are amazing <3 <3 <3 Oh m God I'm so glad you dded that I loved birds nd also setting things on fire. XD <3 Iwould loveif we RPed these dude!
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 11, 2015 2:18:05 GMT
he doesn't believe
its like tinker bell
you just have to believe momo
you just have to believe
XD
faires are born of a children's laugh
that's why no two fairies are the same
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 11, 2015 2:35:06 GMT
i'm glad you both like them
-eye twitch- did you just... no. Foxeh no.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 11, 2015 2:36:17 GMT
i had to O3o
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Jul 11, 2015 7:52:43 GMT
I AM SCREAMING RIGHT NOW- well not actually since it's like 4 in the morning and that's be a bad Owly thing to do! o3o
But AHHHH, THIS!! <3333 Mo, I adore this!! <333
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 11, 2015 17:16:31 GMT
I'm actually really glad you guys like this.. <3
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 11, 2015 17:30:02 GMT
Howlpaw was behind the crate, his hind legs kicking with all his might. His forehead was pressed uncomfortably to the soggy wood. Exhaustion lingered in his gray gaze as he pushed onward. A normal cat would have cramps and aching muscles but not Howlpaw, he had turned off his acceptance of pain and could feel nothing but the chill of the water and the rush of his breath. Slowly he lifted his head, checking to make sure Owlpaw was in view. She had told them that they were very close, and he could almost touch the silt at the bottom of the lake if he reached far enough. The bottom line is that they had survived the sudden betrayal of their clan. Now they had to keep themselves alive. "Everyone okay?" he called, his voice raspy from all the growling and yelling he'd done the night before. Howlpaw had fought viciously in an attempt to free his sister and other den-mates, he had wounds to prove it. Still, it hadn't been enough. [small starter...] |
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Post by Aкα on Jul 11, 2015 18:00:55 GMT
-Squeezes- I love it a lot Momo. <3 I'll reply in a second! I have a lot to respond to xux''
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 11, 2015 18:11:15 GMT
-cuddles- Thanks, I'm glad! ^^ I can't wait to add more characters. I am currently the only guy... -dies-
Oh, take your time! c:
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 11, 2015 18:39:36 GMT
I WANNA PLAY
wait
another dood???
can i ???
I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE
also responing
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Post by Aкα on Jul 11, 2015 19:06:42 GMT
Robinpaw stared at the water below, ripple marks dragging as the box they were settled in slowly pulled through the dark blue lake. Her eyes were clouded and foggy, glazed out of this current reality and lost inside of her own head. Her own mother had cast her aside, and she didn't know why... Hurt ached through her every time she thought of Finchstar, even though she was the leader of IsleClan, she always cast aside enough time to play with her when she was little... And she remembered at her apprentice ceremony, she had seemed so proud... But all that vanished the second her fur and eye color changed, she held her head under water in an attempt to drown her. Robinpaw could still remember the sharp inhale she had taken only to have her lungs and nose and eyes filled with water... She was thankful to have Howlpaw there, she was on the brink of death, if it hadn't been for him she would have drowned. Robinpaw loved her den-mates very much, they had been friends through her kit-hood, and carrying onto their apprentice days they were happy as could be. Her and Silverpaw were possibly the closest, Robinpaw never had any siblings, so she always regarded her as her sister. Then there was Howlpaw, at first she didn't like him because of the nearly obvious crush that he had on Silverpaw, but after a while he became another one of her closest friends. Owlpaw was a delight to be around, she was weird and introspective, and had the wildest imagination and had an ability to spin a tale like no one else could. Foxpaw was daft and weird, always seeming to know just what to say to make this little group of friends burst out laughing... Robinpaw herself didn't know what she added to the equation, she wised that she had attributes that could qualify as some 'type' of the gang. Like, the serious type, or the funny type, or the creative type, or the friendly type... Robinpaw truly didn't see any of the positive affiliates.
She soon lifted her head to look up at Howlpaw. The late morning sun absorbed in his fur and reflected off his stone cold eyes. She wanted to say she was fine, but then her nose began to itch and tickle. Her snout twitched and her eyes closed tight as she let out a sneeze. She suddenly felt very hot, as if a burst of adrenaline had shot through her body, or like she had breathed in chemical fumes. She opened her eyes wide to see little embers burning into the box. She let out a shrill squeal and doubled backward, fumbling into the water. It wasn't deep, so it wasn't a danger, but Robinpaw hated getting her fur wet. She burst into an obscene monologue of curse words as the little box continued to weakly burn.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 11, 2015 19:27:59 GMT
Foxpaw was shivering, cramping and aching as she attempted to help her brother push the crate along. Halfway through the ride, she found herself unable to sit and wait for them to reach the shore with Howlpaw pushing them along by himself. Her eyes had a hazy look to them, as she was trapped in her own thoughts, brain constantly replaying the previous night back and forth. The most prominent thing about her memories was what the clan was feeling. There was anger, pain, relief. Foxpaw and Howlpaw's own mother had felt anger and relief. There was no pain. There was no fear of what the clan was about to do. Her anger had been directed at the siblings and their friends. Anger at them for being different. For not fitting in and causing her grief, however short lived it was. Foxpaw startled when her paws touched the silt of the other side of the lake. Once more in the present, she looked down at the slope of the shore under paw before raising her gaze to the where the water finished touching the earth. It looked way too far, and felt as if if she were to raise a paw she would collapse with exhaustion. She looked like a wet raccoon, to be honest, or maybe even a rat. Her fur was plastered to her body and dripped noisily into the water that surrounded her paws. She was shivering like a small dog, the vibrations seeming like they would knock her off balance any second. |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 12, 2015 0:45:38 GMT
ok yall left me ;3;
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Jul 12, 2015 2:45:57 GMT
What'd I do...?
The thought had swirled constantly in Owlpaw's head since the night before- churning, growing, expanding, shrinking, hiding itself in the corners of her mind- yet even with the constant stream of questions and possibilities, no real answer came to her.
"I'm good!"
Flying was a new and difficult challenge for her. It was amazing really that she had even been able to get up in the first place, let alone fly for as long as she had- especially considering she wasn't the most active of cats... But she managed.
Awkwardly spiraling down to the little box that held her friends, the little she-cat was silent for a moment as she clenched her jaw. She hadn't spoken much of what had happened since the night before- she hadn't even cried. She had looked shocked, yes, and she had shrieked in surprise when she was tossed like a stone into the lake, but who wouldn't? She had simply brushed off the matter with a smile and a shrug. 'If they don't want us, then that's their loss!' She had meowed as she paddled along beside them, but as soon as this statement left her mouth, she had drifted into a vacant silence. She had been quite close to her mother, honestly, and the fact that she hadn't said a thing when they were exiled... Well, it hurt more than she let on.
"Don't you worry, guys!" She chirruped, beaming at the haggard group as she glanced over her shoulder at the slowly approaching land. Should I help push the box?
"You'll sleep good tonight, I bet!"
She doubted that her joke would have much of an affect on them. They all looked exhausted and crestfallen, like they had just seen a slaughtering- and she guessed that you could say they had. The slaughter of their trust, that is.
Twitching her rabbit like tail, she quickly reached up and scratched behind her ears with her sharp white claws, her gaze flicking across the water like a nervous bird as she gave a sniff of her running nose. I should help more, maybe... She thought after a moment, her jaw clenching tight as she let the trio paddle a little bit ahead of her so that she could trail behind them, her head swiveling in rapid swings as she looked around in an almost anxious manner. She always did that though whenever she was nervous and in a new environment though. She wasn't even really interesting in what was going on, but it was required- in her opinion- to look everywhere but at the ones around you. Eye contact was a difficult thing for her, you could say.
"Anyways, look! You made it! Yaaaaay!" She suddenly chirruped, flapping her wings before she landed a little bit ahead of the dripping Foxpaw on solid land, her eyes bright and her mouth open in a bright, beaming smile as she spread her wings and waved them in the air happily. "Want me to help with the box?" |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 12, 2015 2:56:16 GMT
im having a delima over here
its breaking my brain
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Post by OƖƖιє-ρσρ - - on Jul 12, 2015 2:57:03 GMT
What is it, Foxeh? ;-;
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