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Fourtrees / Re: OCTOBER 2012 GATHERING [open to all!]
« Last post by Refreshing on October 27, 2012, 06:56:37 pm »
Rowanstar merely shrugged. "I haven't accused you of anything yet. I only said ShadowClan scent was found on our side. I never said anyone intended to cause harm or start a war. But consider yourself forewarned. If I find your scent again I'll know you are lying. But on a happier note; yeah, I've got nothing else."
The russet tom turned to Graffitiart, narrowing his eyes. "Where has WindClan been all this time?"
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Plotting Desk / Re: Anyone up for making an anti-clan? XD
« Last post by Truffula (WOLFIE WAS HEEERRE) xD on October 27, 2012, 01:30:28 pm »
YES. AND IT SHALL BE THE MOST POPULAR GROUP IN EXISTENCE.
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Plotting Desk / Re: Anyone up for making an anti-clan? XD
« Last post by Spanish Lullaby on October 27, 2012, 12:38:45 pm »
OK I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE I'M MAKING THE GROUP AND IT'S GONNA BE CALLED THE SUMO-WRESTLERS, DON'T JUDGE MEEEE!
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Plotting Desk / Re: Anyone up for making an anti-clan? XD
« Last post by Truffula (WOLFIE WAS HEEERRE) xD on October 27, 2012, 11:25:02 am »
See? Sumo-Wrestlers. The face of irresistible.
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SkyClan / Re: oh well this isn't so bad! [open]
« Last post by Truffula (WOLFIE WAS HEEERRE) xD on October 27, 2012, 11:23:36 am »
She was outside her den, and Lacedribbon had come across Sphinxfoot and some rouge. Looking startled, the Medicine Cat padded over to the two.

"Care to explain?" She asked, voice soft and almost... Fragile... Sounding. She looked in concern from the rouge to Sphinxfoot, then sat down asif she expected to stay awhile.
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Cat Name [tribe names only]: Tune of a Playing Piano [Piano]
Gender: She-Cat
Worshipped God/Goddess [only if 5 moons+]: Tenor
Rank: Dove

Appearance: Just as a piano is made up of black and white keys, Piano is also black and white. Remember Smudge from the Warriors books? He'd be a good way to describe Piano. With white fur like canvas, Piano would look like a dainty priss if only she didn't have such clumsy paws and random splotches of black everywhere. Her eyes are a pretty simple color- Just plain amber, as so often seen in cats. She is quite the klutz, and so it was pretty obvious she'd never be an Alto worshipper.

Personality: Creative and unique, Piano was obviously in love with story-telling since she was young. Always making up crazy tales, and elaborating on battles with startling details, she chose to become a Tenor cat, and told great stories. She was considered a great author, and became a dove. Aside from telling stories, Piano is a funny, happy-go-lucky type of cat.

Anything Else?: n/a
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SkyClan / oh well this isn't so bad! [open]
« Last post by Spanish Lullaby on October 27, 2012, 09:41:06 am »
--sphinxfoot

There was a sour taste in her mouth as Sphinxfoot padded back to camp, dragging an unconscious rogue behind her. She had spotted him on SkyClan territory and he attacked her, but she managed to knock him out in a quick fight. And what a fight it had been. He had given the deputy some scars to remember, but she had eventually bested him and now he was hanging limply from her jaws, completely at her mercy.

The ginger she-cat stopped in the middle of the camp and dropped his body on the floor, keeping one paw placed firmly on his flank lest he woke and tried anything funny. Green eyes darting around, Sphinxfoot quickly left him to grab a mouse before returning to her post beside him, eating the prey whilst waiting for someone to notice that she had an unconscious rogue laying quietly behind her.
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Plotting Desk / Re: War, anyone?
« Last post by Spanish Lullaby on October 27, 2012, 09:34:47 am »
And SkyClan's just sat there waiting.
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Plotting Desk / Re: Anyone up for making an anti-clan? XD
« Last post by Spanish Lullaby on October 27, 2012, 09:30:38 am »
I do like that Sumo-Wrestler's thing now -facepalm-

Hmm.... The Troublemakers?
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ThunderClan / Re: we were the kings and the queens of promise [open]
« Last post by Snapdragon on October 27, 2012, 05:58:12 am »

Flutterpaw was crouching in the shadows, her blue eyes half-closed sleepily. She stretched herself out and stood, focusing on Victorychant for a moment before shrinking back fearfully. What do I have to do to walk across camp without bumping into a cat nowadays? The cream apprentice wondered, blinking slowly. It was time, she knew, to make new friends, but every time she saw someone she panicked and hid from them. She had no idea what they would do, and since [almost] everyone who she'd met since she returned had said something mean, Flutterpaw wasn't keen on meeting someone else.
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