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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 20:05:25 GMT -5
Just some references for myself. Have a look if you like.
The Canyon + increase saturation on eyes + use mainly 5, 6 & 8
The Crane + use only the white cats + change eye colour to blue
The Moon + change eyes to blue + add white crescent moon to forehead
The Spice + no adjustments required
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 19:54:52 GMT -5
Hiya peoples. As some of you may know, I plan on making Cranepaw a warrior soon, and I have not got a clue what the second part of his name should be! I have a few ideas, but I want your guys opinions. I would REALLY appreciate more ideas, as mine suck. At the moment I'm leaning towards Cranefeather.
+ Cranefeather + Cranestrike + Cranewing + Craneheart + Craneblood (Thanks Windy!)
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 19:46:23 GMT -5
c r a n e p a w .
No one's going to take me alive, The time has come to make things right, You and I must fight for our rights, You and I must fight to survive. "Well, you're actually ready, but first, we have to practice fighting, if not that, hunting," Riverfleet told Cranepaw, flashing an irresistable smile. The white apprentice smiled back. She then proceeded to leap upon an invisible enemy. Her leap, the symmetry, the perfection... Cranepaw drew his eyes away from her. "Try it, but this time, I'm the target, and no trying to kill me," she instructed, turning her back to Cranepaw. As if Cranepaw could possibly kill her! He knew she was really paying attention despite the facade. He jumped halfway into the gap between himself and Riverfleet to make a noise. Then he leapt at her, claws sheathed and landed on her back. "Got you," he purred.
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 19:38:13 GMT -5
l e i k o .
So are you listening? So are you watching me? If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong Cause I won't stop holding on. The female looked over at Leiko, apparently sizing her up. Leiko would have eaten her tail if she saw a threat anywhere in Leiko's lifeless eyes. A scrawy, suicidal loner? Not even an apprentice would have any trouble dealing with Leiko. "I will not kill you," she told Leiko, "but rather take you to camp with me. Then your fate will be decided." Oh, good. Leiko was no masochist, and if the end came she wanted a painless one. Twenty or so cats would do the job pretty quickly. But then the cat stalked over to Leiko, a ferocious glare on her face. Maybe shehad changed her mind? But no - Leiko had made up her mind. She wanted to see the ShadowClanners before she died, and if the cat wanted to kill her she'd have to wait. "Fine," she growled, forcing herself off the ground. "Take me there." Following her nose, she began to follow what she thought was the female's trail back to wherever she came from - where Leiko assumed was the camp. She wasn't going to be lead about like some Twoleg's dog.
ooc: shall we post in the Camp and make a big noise out of it?
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 19:28:36 GMT -5
Whoo!
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 6:25:54 GMT -5
I'm bored with playing Leiko. So may I make her join ShadowClan as Canyonrose and get an attitude makover? To whoever plays the ShadowClan leader/deputy.
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 6:21:46 GMT -5
Okayyy! We need to decide on a site title.
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 6:18:21 GMT -5
l e i k o .
If you want to play it like a game Well, come on, come on, let's play Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending Than have to forget you for one whole minute Leiko had made up her mind. She was sick of this, sick of the cold, the hunger, the never-ending pain. She was going to join her beloved, Julian, wherever he was. She had decided to die. Her plan was in place, in motion. Irritate a ShadowClan warrior. Steal prey, attack a kit, whatever. It wouldn't take much to set a Shadowclanner off. She followed her nose, waiting for a fresh trail. Her scrawny sides heaved. She was not as fit as she used to be, and rushing through the forest in a dead sprint would make any cat tired. Then, suddenly, bam! A fresh trail. A female. She sped up, and slowed down as the trail got fresher. She looked out from behind a convenient fern, and saw a limping she-cat take down a crow. Yuck. Leiko stepped out from behind the fern, taking a deep breath. These were the last moments of her life - muddy, hungry and fearful beyond belief. "Hello?" she called. "My name is Leiko. Do what you will with me." She slumped to the ground, awaiting the final blow.
ooc please don't actually kill her. maybe kidnap her and take her back to ShadowClan?
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 5:01:58 GMT -5
... My comments on Hifty's various rantings: I need to audition for deputy or leader - who's posting the auditions?
I think all we have to do is change your member group and you will magically become purple.
OMG. We need to have a gathering! Probably after all the high ranks have been re-filled.
O, thou did not know? Moonkit hath posted.
My advice: Put a few fake spiders under your bed and she'll change her mind pretty quickly
Snakey shall be active if we poke him with a sharp stick. I hope.
Because you've been drinking too much milk?
Possibly featuring Cranepaw? Depends how lazy she feels.
Thou shalt not struggle! I have inside tips on a possible new RiverClan litter.
AHHH FOOSAS D:
Kitty names? Um... Bananasplit? Canyonrose? Hawktalon?
Hi to our new, totally awesome member, Sombersong! Our first new member since we started to re-build! There, I said it
SCARY HUH. I've always wondered. *goes on google* Well, there's one of those sites with alternate Clans. And a gang of blood-thisty rogues. *faints from the originality of the idea* Bleh.
OMG CAN I HAVE SOME STUFF =D
that was a long and pointless reply.
edit I just had an awesome idea. SELL YOUR ANNOYING COUSIN AT THE GARAGE SALE =D
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 4:49:17 GMT -5
Wow, you've done a fantastic job! Accepted, and I do hope you enjoy your time here at ITM III.
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 4:37:13 GMT -5
c r a n e p a w .
So I won't hesitate no more, no more It cannot wait I'm sure There's no need to complicate Our time is short This is our fate, I'm yours [/color][/right] His ivory claws, ripping through her silver fur... "Hello," a voice interrupted, spoiling Cranepaw's violent daydream. But he didn't mind - it was Riverfleet's voice. "Whatcha doin'?" He smiled at her, flashing pearly white teeth. Basically the same colour as his face. "Waiting for you," he admitted, his pulse starting to race, "And daydreaming." He really, really hoped she didn't ask what about. Then suddenly he remembered the interesting news he'd heard earlier that day. "I heard the news," he told her, "Congratulations. Temporary deputy!" This would put a spanner in the works, so to speak. Cranepaw had no idea what a spanner was though. He was going to have to plan around this. He figured the best way to do this... Was to become a warrior. He was, after all, nearly eleven moons. And now, physically the size of a full-grown tom. Soon he would get bigger than that. Maybe he could have Riverfleet put in a good word for him with Silverstar. He was on fire today! "I was thinking... Am I nearly ready to become a warrior?" [/blockquote]
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 4:19:15 GMT -5
m o o n k i t .
I watch the stars come out at night I wonder where they get their light. I don't think they'll ever fall, So, I'll reach up and pick them all. The pretty, shining silver cats danced all around, shimmering as if their pelts were made up of stars. Their eyes were wary and bright, and all focused on one thing. The kit. The kit returned their steady gaze with her bright blue eyes. Which, in reality, had not yet opened. A chilling wind brushed over the kit's thick black fur. She shivered, and as she did, the pretty cats disappeared. As she slowly drifted back to reality, she could feel the warm bodies of her sibings surrounding her. She didn't know any of their names yet. Or, come to think of it, her own. Yet she already loved them all. And it was not just her beloved sibling she could feel lying next to her. Already her senses had picked up the prescence of two other cats. One she recognized... Her father. Part of who she was. And someone else, some cat she'd never met. Not her mother. She snuggled in closer to her siblings, a weak mew escaping her tiny pink mouth.
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Post by Crane on May 9, 2009 3:50:14 GMT -5
Hifty has a warped sense of humour. Like the rest of us :S
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Post by Crane on May 8, 2009 2:23:12 GMT -5
c r a n e p a w .
Sweet dreams that won't come true I'd leave it all for you Brick walls are closing in Let's make a run tonight The sky looked surprisingly like an angry bruise. It was coloured with dull purples, navy blues and dark greys. Before, there had only been a threat of rain. Now it was a definite promise. It was very stormy already, and prey was scattering about searching desperately for food. They were not the only ones searching. Tracking the scent, Cranepaw slid closer to the bushes. His tail flickered in anticipation - he had been waiting for this moment a long time. He prowled closer, preparing to spring. Take that Silverstar! he thought angrily, as he sprang, landing claws-first on his target. A mouse, not the RiverClan leader he so longed to sink his claws into. No, he wanted some cat that trusted him, loved him even, to become leader. Then the deputy would suddenly disappear one night... and bam! Cranepaw was deputy. Then, he would bide his time, sneak in on the medicine cat's conversations with the leader. When he was certain they were on their last life, he could conveniently organize a battle. The leader out of the way, Cranepaw became Cranestar and take over the entire forest!! That was later. For now, Cranepaw had to concentrate on growing, both physically and intellectually. And then become a trusted warrior. And in between all that, find some time for his Riverfleet. Plotting for domination was a tricky business.
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Post by Crane on May 8, 2009 1:54:53 GMT -5
Hifty thinks 2 + 2 equals Jacob. Obviously it's Edward.
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