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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 24, 2010 16:58:25 GMT -5
*arises as a zombie meant to haunt you*
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 24, 2010 16:57:03 GMT -5
Hey, Lilypaw. :3 (It's Lilypaw, not ilurvswarriors, right?)
Great job on the bio! Everything's good, except for the RP example. I don't know if you know this, but we have a 75 word mininum for RP posts here. You currently have 61 words, so just add a sentence or two and you should be good. :3 Not trying to be picky, or anything...
Anyway, welcome to ITM!
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 20, 2010 18:02:30 GMT -5
Adding on to that: I'm going to be pretty inactive in the next few days.
Please be active and keep the site running even when I cannot. ^^
Thanks again,
Fishy
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 20, 2010 18:01:17 GMT -5
OOC; another tiny post...I promise the next one will be better ^^
IC; Sabel gritted her teeth, taking deep breaths in and out. She wasn't too good with social encounters like this one. "For your first question," she mewed, "Some cats are having a nasty battle; best stay out of it." She took in another mouthful of air. Fights were the last thing she needed in her starved condition, though the tom didn't look too sell either. "For your second question, I am trying to take advantage of that to hunt." The loner tried the smug and confident look, but it only made her look odd, and so she went back to a blank stare.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 16, 2010 23:11:28 GMT -5
Congrats, congrats. :3
BTW, I just noticed we still have a WC she-cat ban going on, but for Pounce we can make an exception. If Spottedpaw (Fallen) were to continue being WCMCA (she seems to be very inactive as of late), we'd still be having a she-cat MCA anyway. Still, everyone, if you're planning to create a character anytime soon, think about making a WindClan tom! You'd be doing us all a favor by helping lifting the ban. ;3
P.S. I know this is not a proper place to say this, but do you (Snakey) or any of the other higher staff mind moving Spottedpaw's bio to TC for me?
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 15, 2010 18:09:43 GMT -5
"The Little Things" - Colbie Caillat
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 15, 2010 18:06:23 GMT -5
*throws pebbles toward Silver's silvery head*
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 14, 2010 20:54:44 GMT -5
W.in.DY.: It'd be great if you can repost or edit your post with the genders of your cats, too -- all of your cats, unless you want to put the rest on adoption >.< Sorry about not telling ya about the gender until now, but again, for Silver's convenience...And Snakey...And Crane...And Eagleh... Basically all the admins except for me xD xx snakey : She did? I thought it was only Cherynobyltoxin 0:
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 14, 2010 20:49:53 GMT -5
Moving to Accepted Bios. :3
EDIT: I accidentally moved it to TC when it's WC >.< Sorry about that. Can someone move it to the correct one?
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 14, 2010 20:49:16 GMT -5
Wow, Pounce! Great job! Accepted~
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 14, 2010 20:47:48 GMT -5
Accepted! Welcome to ITM. :3
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 14, 2010 20:16:25 GMT -5
OOC; No prob. :3 BTW, I'm in a hurry so this is gunna be one short post: IC; Sabel whirled around at the noise. The tom was awake after all. He was staring down her with an intimidating glare, but Sabel didn't back down. It was obvious there wasn't much fight left in the cat - the poor thing looked terrified! - though she was pretty starved herself. There was no point fighting. Instead, the sandy she-cat looked the stranger fiercely in the eye, hissing, "If you're looking for a battle, it's that way," she pointed in the direction of the yowls with a flick of a tail. It wasn't harsh, but was still intimidating in a dominant-sort of way.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 13, 2010 17:26:59 GMT -5
OOC; Don't wanna leave you hanging there until ShadowClan's battle is over, so I might as well join in. :3 Sabel is the quiet type, but I hope her nudging is enough to get Corbin awake.
IC; The clan cats were battling tonight. Sabel strolled in the marshy pine forest with a gleam of hope in her blue eyes. Twoleg streets were no place to live a life. The wild was where she belonged; where the real food is. Her stomach was furled up tightly, growling irritably at the absence of delectibles in the tummy. Sabel herself was a bit out of sorts. Recently, red bins with white triangular symbols have been appearing on the edges of twoleg dens, and she could find nothing more than junk. The bins that do contain pontential meals are always odorous and taste of crowfood. Birds are leaving the area in huge flocks, or scraping that last bits of food they can. Though it was still leaf-fall, the prey were already resorting to shelter, and that meant the cracks and crevices of twoleg territory which Sabel didn't dare venture or the forest, where territories were strictly upheld by the clan cats that lived there. The opportunity for a good, safe hunt came acceptingly into the she-cat's paws as mice to cheese.
The floors of ShadowClan were more soft than Sabel liked, but it would provide a plethora of comfortable places to rest after hunting. The prey, no matter how small, would be a treat after all the twoleg junk she fed up with for the last moon. The ginger cat slowed her pace to a stealthy walk, blue eyes carefully inspecting her surroundings.
Rambuctious yowls can be heard clearing from the camp, and Sabel instinctively knew a battle was going strong. This was the very reason she was here this evening, although it caused a load of guilt to crash down deep in her chest. She padded forward, sniffing the air for something other than felines. Unfortunately the battling must've startled the prey, for there didn't seem to be much around. Instead, another smell hung strong in the air. It was a cat, but different than the clans, and judging by the stength of the scent, it was nearby.
The loner, rogue, or whoever it was didn't do a good job hiding his path. She could see pawprints dug deep into the wet ground, as if the tom were dragging himself along. She knew it was a tom because she saw him. Before she knew it, Sabel was up-close and personal with the stranger, confronting with curiousity and caution. The cat was black, tucked into the small hollow of an old tree trunk. Overcome with inquisitivity, Sabel ducked her head inside and poked the tom's ear lightly, quietly pawing near his nose in case he was awake. She barely touched him. He didn't seem to stir, so Sabel determined it was safe to explore. She silently sniffed at the roots and glanced around for prey hiding under them. To her right she heard a faint scuffling, and the loner pounced, landing clumsily, tripping over the root she had just sniffed. Off the corner of her eye she saw a lizard flee, and the she-cat cried out embarressingly in disgust. "Fox-dung!" she yowled before her brain could contempelate what she was saying. What in the world was she doing -- she was going to wake everyone up! Tail flew to mouth as Sabel sulked her head shamefully, wondering whatever happened to her characteristic self. Now how was she supposed to hunt prey?
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 11, 2010 16:28:54 GMT -5
OOC; is this meeting closed? If yes, then we better archive it. ^^
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Oct 9, 2010 23:58:40 GMT -5
W.in.DY.: you forgot Cherynobltoxin D: --------- I'd also like to mention to include the gender of your characters for the admin's convenience in updating the Master List of Active Cats :3--------- FishyLarksong - F - RC Smokepaw - M - RC Rivetpaw - F - RC (WIP) Pouncepaw - F - WC Eaglepaw - M - WC Stumbleknot - M - TC Cedarkit - M - TC (unborn) Dreamsong - F - SC Sabel - F - loner Eve - F - loner
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