[Hellion]

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[/color] Falconleap shouted to herself over the roar of the winds, the rain that kept hitting her was pushing her closer to the RainClan border.

The only reason she was out here in this kind of weather was to ask either Spottedfeather or Swanfeathe for herbs, their elders were getting sick with Crowfang gone. Falconleap had assumed that the medicine cat was on a mission, but one day he was just gone, no words or message left for them. Falconleap didn't want to call her medicine cat dead without proof of his remains or a cat saying otherwise. Thus she was out here in the storm trying to get to TreeClan first but for whatever reason Faconleap felt her paws splash into deeper water than a puddle and knew at once she was on the the border.

She thought about it, running back to camp, maybe she'd make it but she came this far already. Not to mention the storm was bad, she wasn't about to venture to far into RainClan territory without permission, she wasn't foolish, well not entirely. She was foolish for not bringing a patrol with her, but she knew she could get his task on her own, she had to prove that.

With the storm battering at her back and soaking her pelt she made a radical decision, she ventured deeper into RainClan territory, her heart pounding in her thin streamline frame. She knew what she'd say to any RainClan cat that found her, she was seeking shelter from the ran, RainClan was the closest place she could find.

There she found a shelter, it was meager just a fallen tree that seemed to have been hollowed out, quickly she slipped inside, shaking from the cold, unsure of what she was going to do next.
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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] You're a mousebrain for going out there. Bluestream had rasped at him with her usual merciless delivery, sparing him none when she knew he was being foolish. Vultureback had merely shrugged his hefty shoulders at her and padded out of camp, not so much ignorant of the approaching torrential downpour as he was perfectly okay with it. As a warrior of RainClan, a little rain was not going to deter him from feeding his Clan; short of raining fire and brimstone down upon the forest, the sight of the swollen river and heavily flooded territory was a warning sign he readily ignored. The Clan has to be fed. Instinct carrying him to what had once been the managable river on the water-dwelling Clan's territory, RainClan having evacuated to LightningClan's territory, Vultureback fearlessly entered, ears pressed flat to his thick, masculine skull to keep out the water and the constant drumming of the rain. His hunting trip hadn't been extremely successful, but it was better than trying to catch rabbits on the LightningClan moorland; while he prided himself on his ability to adapt to the situation, Vultureback was not yet ready to embarrass himself, not when he had a perfectly good excuse to be here. The kits and apprentices would be able to settle better if they had a little taste of 'home'. Carrying a medium-sized trout, Vultureback, by sheer stroke of luck coincidentally stumbled upon the hollow the StoneClan deputy had taken shelter in. Smelling her a few foxlengths away from the entrance, Vultureback dropped the trout. Even if the territory had been evacuated, Vultureback's first thought was; she shouldn't be here. Common sense sheathed his claws and held back his tongue, the massive warrior blocking the light pouring in from the hollow when he poked his head and shoulders in, gazing, with muzzle dripping, at Falconleap. "Lost?" Rumbled the warrior, a faint note of amusement hidden there beneath his calm intonations. She trembled from the cold, her fur plastered to her pelt as though it had been painted on, the StoneClanner no doubt unused to that much wetness in her fur at one time. StoneClan had never been known for their fondness of water. Though they didn't hate it, Vultureback assumed, they were certainly nothing more than necessary acquaintances. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: people. WORDS: 380. (I swear that looked longer than I thought it was gonna be.) NOTES: Stroke of Luck. CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Hellion]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]keep your feet ready[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]heartbeat steady[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]Keep your eyes open[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]She had never felt so cold and mirsiarble, that she could remember. It wasn't cold like the leaf-bare moons, she felt frozen to her very bones. The hollow wasn't much protecting, it got her out of the rain which was better then nothing, not the process of warming her pelt was another battle all together. It was pointless to try and lick her fur dry, it was easier just to curl up in a ball and try to stay warm. Falconleap circled a few times and curled herself into a tight ball, her tail over her nose eyes remaining open for any signs of RainClan cats. Her nose flared, it was pointless to try and gather any scents with the rain making the air feel damp and frozen as she inhaled. A chill ran up her spin and forced a squeak out of her maw, she felt so stupid, she again curled up tighter and sighed, wishing she was home. "Lost?" Falconleap sprung quickly, her flight or fight mood kicking into overdrive. She was now standing up, heart pounding looking at a warrior she knew as Vultureback, he was a RainClan warrior she had saw at a few gatherings. He had what looked to be a fish with him, her tummy rumbled loudly, she flushed faintly. She hadn't noticed just how hungry she was, but she was a the deputy of StoneClan she wasn't going to show weakness if she could bare it. "I didn't m-m-mean to get lo-s-s-st. I was t-t-t-trying to get to Rookfros-t-t-t but the storm pushed me this way, so I figured I c-c-c-c-could just as easily as Swanfeather for herb-s-s-s." Falconleap spoke, having a hard time controlling her shiver which forced a stutter in her words. However her pride was standing out, she stood to her full height which was still oddly enough about half of a head shorter than Vultureback, somehow her pride warmed her up, for a little while at least. Her tail which normally would be flicking her spirit was limp and dripping with water, her mouth watered at the scent of the fish, Deadstar before his passing had given her a fish once, it tasted alright and she wasn't going to be picking, but still she wouldn't show her hungry she was even if it killed her. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]tagged: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]tagged peoples here haha i noticed that too about your post, hope vulture doesn't mind her reaction to him. made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] Had the weather been any better, and Vultureback would've snorted in her face and left her behind in the hollow, the fish in his mouth as he trotted back to LightningClan territory with today's catch. But it wasn't better. The weather was a full on maelstrom of flooding and torrential downpour that managed to - much to every cat's annoyance - blow sideways. It was against Vultureback's nature to give away food to another cat if they were from a different Clan, but conscious of the possibility that Falconleap would try to fish for herself in one of the swollen rivers or streams later, and probably drown herself in the process was heavy upon his conscience. "Eat." Replied the tom of few words - at least for the moment - Vultureback nudging the trout over with a massive, dark-furred paw, unwilling to hear her stutter anymore as she stood, drenched and shivering inside the barren, carved out belly of the tree. Stepping in out of the rain, Vultureback sat near the entrance, his back to the howling gales and his pale green eyes upon the sandy tabby, as though he were keeping her company rather than possibly keeping her prisoner. "StoneClan needs herbs from LightningClan, then why not send your Medicine Cat instead if your deputy?" His voice filled the hollow with sound, the tone rock-steady and remarkably deep without being ominous. (At the moment) Vultureback could speculate reasons why the Medicine Cat hadn't been in Falconleap's situation instead of her, but he wanted to hear the truth from the she-cat first. If StoneClan's Medicine Cat was ailing or dead, the bulky mottled tom wanted to know about it. He wasn't ignorant to the talks going around RainClan's camp. They aren't a real Clan, they had whispered nastily. They're just a bunch of heathens pretending to be a Clan. SkyClan indeed! Some had spat upon the earth after uttering this, and with the strange circumstances around Falconleap's visit, Vultureback, who'd never had much of an opinion on the subject - at least not one he was sharing - found himself a tiny bit more inclined to know the truth. Had StarClan abandoned StoneClan? Had the Forest's 'adopted child' so to speak, finally been cast out by their celestial parents because of different blood? There was a time to muse over Clan lore later. For now, it was the Clan futures he was concerned with. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: people. WORDS: No idea. NOTES: Settin' up the site plot! CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Hellion]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]keep your feet ready[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]heartbeat steady[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]Keep your eyes open[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] Falconleap no matter how close she was with another clan cat, she had a difficult time trusting them, however Vultureback wasn't giving her nasty glares or sneers like she got at gathering from NightClan cats, he seemed to be showing even the faintest respect toward her. She realized that if he had wanted her dead he would have done it already, he wouldn't be given mouse's tail to save her pelt. In return for his respect she returned her own, she felt indebted to the tom, but she wouldn't show it just yet. Eat He spoke simply pushing the trout toward her, making her mouth father and her belly rumble louder. Glancing up at him she was slow but without showing fear she took the fish in her jaw and pulled it close. Taking slow bites to ensure she wouldn't get a stomach ache she ate nearly half of the fish before passing it back to Vultureback. "Please eat the rest" She said respectfully, her tummy not stuff full but enough to stop the rumbling. Falconleap hadn't notice until then that she wasn't shiving as bad, she still felt the cold, but with Vultureback covering most of the entrance it was starting to warm up. His question about StoneClan's medicine cat brought a little surprised shock to her face, but she folded her ears and nodded. "Crowfang is gone, he is on a mission from StarClan. We aren't sure when he is coming back" She spoke softly, slightly ashamed but she tried not to show it. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]### vulture is seeing her at her weakest point, btw made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] If Vultureback was judging her, it certainly wasn't showing. For all the world, the behemoth of a cat looked the picture of calm attentiveness, in neither a rush to press her for questions or skulking about with shady intentions, his presence due to curiosity cloaked in hospitality. Even if he hadn't any questions to ask her, he would've likely stayed just the same, not wanting to leave the she-cat to her own devices on RainClan territory even if it was currently vacant. Crowfang is gone. A Medicine Cat suddenly going on a mission from StarClan, never to return? He may not've gotten a message from StarClan after all. He may've abandoned them. These thoughts weren't born of some natural dislike for StoneClan, it was the only logical conclusion a cat of his experience could come up with. While he had never been particularly close to any of the Medicine Cats or Medicine Cat apprentices, he had noticed the dilligence and extreme dedication that came with the post. If Crowfang had just left StoneClan for no reason, then what did that say about him? How bad were things in that campsite hidden amongst the rocks? Recalling her words to eat, Vultureback dipped his large head down, the wet mane of dark fur along his neck brushing against the ground as he took a few mouthfuls out of politeness. It only took three of his bear-sized bites to finish off the rest of the fish, a bony skeleton remaining with a few remnants of pink flesh stubbornly clinging to the carcass. "RainClan has evacuated to LightningClan's territory - as you can see, the whole place has been severely flooded." Vultureback responded, sharing a choice piece of information with her. This information was not given as lightly as it sounded: had he known anything that would've compromised his Clan, he certainly would've kept it to himself, the senior warrior as tight-lipped as a cat could be when it came to the secrets of his own Clan. He felt confident in telling a StoneClanner this: there was nothing at all about RainClan's territory currently that would make it desirable, he didn't expect StoneClan to try and take it over while they were taking up residence with their rabbit-eating neighbors. Besides, could StoneClan really afford a battle when they didn't have a Medicine Cat? The answer to that one was obvious. Continuing where he left off, the brawny tom flicked water off one of his tufted ears. "Swanfeather's with Rookfrost, most likely. When the storm passes, I will escort you to TreeClan's borders, Spottedfeather should have the herbs you need." Is anyone greviously ill? No, probably not. If they were, Vultureback would assume the dedicated she-cat in front of him wouldn't let a little bad weather stop her from reaching a Medicine Cat - any Medicine Cat if cats were seriously sick and dying. His reasons for deterring her from LightningClan's borders were simple. Swanfeather was already dipping into Rookfrost's cache of herbs, and the two Medicine Cats didn't see eye-to-eye as it was. It would've been in poor taste to bring another Clan's troubles to the Clan that had so graciously taken in his own. TreeClan could deal with StoneClan. Vultureback would not be the cat who stretched LightningClan's hospitality so thin, that it shattered. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: people. WORDS: No idea. NOTES: Curiouser and Curiouser. CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Hellion]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]keep your feet ready[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]heartbeat steady[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]Keep your eyes open[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] Falconleap studied the tom before her, he seemed relaxed, calm and at ease. She had a feeling it was just how he was, normally if she wasn't put in a rough spot with they way Crowfang had just left, she'd have no problem in claiming the tom was something to admire. Her honesty which she always held true to started to pour out of her, now that she was starting to warm up and her belly no longer rumbling. "I admit Vultureback, I admire you calm attitude. I have to admit I expected you to tear me to shreds once you found me" With those words, Falconleap exhaled relaxing her shoulder some. No matter what happened after this moment, if Vultureback did end up chasing her off with his claws she'd knew even in the rain she could out climb him not that she wasn't starving. Her expressive green eyes looked from the bones of the fish back up to him as he told her about RainClan being evacuated, which in response her tail gave a flick of annoyance. "Yep could have died looking for a clan that wasn't even around" She scolded herself mentally but didn't express it on her face, Falconleap had proved very talented on maintaining a strong composer. His deep voice later told her that he'd escort her to TreeClan she didn't protest but nodded in understanding. The rain however didn't show signs of slowing down, in fact a loud crack echoed as the hollowed tree begun to be hammered by rain. Her ears flattened quickly against her head once the thunder cracked again, she moved deeper into the hollow, allowing more room for Vultureback to come deeper inside. Looking around, now studying the hollow itself, she took notice that it was just large enough for herself to curl up and also Vultureback to curl up, granted he didn't mind being on the outside. Falconleap sat down and collected herself respectfully, she now held herself like a deputy should. Her eyes drifted down to his Vultureback's paws then back up, taking in a breath she exhaled all her tension from RainClan and StoneClan's past grievances. Right now with the storm raging outside she'd have to forget clan borders and spend a night away from home, away from StoneClan, but it was worth it, she'd have an escort to TreeClan, it would be nice not to travel alone, Falconleap didn't miss her clan so much she mostly missed the company of someone around her, something she hadn't been experiencing since her late run in with Deadstar. "Vultureback, thank you for being my escort and thank you again for the fish. I don't think this storm is going to let up so I guess it's better that we share a nest for the night. We don't have to share tongue or anything, but you look soaked and I can tell your long fur isn't help, plus I'm cold as Tigerstar's heart. So why don't we combine our warmth, no one will ever know so we aren't breaking any laws." Falconleap spoke bluntly, moving over a little in the hollow to give him space to curl, she'd curl up beside him if he allowed, she still wasn't sure how he'd react to a request like the one she just gave. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]551 lets take this to flirt town nice and slow made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] "I admit Vultureback, I admire you calm attitude. I have to admit I expected you to tear me to shreds once you found me" Vultureback chuckled. "Tear to shreds a cornered, hungry, soaked cat for trespassing on vacated territory?" These humored words were accompanied by a lazy flick of his damp tail. "I was named Vultureback, not Jackalheart." The silence that had passed between them, much to his surprise, wasn't as awkward as he'd expected it to be - of course, he adapted so well to new situations and new cats in his presence, that it likely wouldn't have felt awkward for him. After all, the StoneClan deputy was in his debt and at his mercy. Unless there was a last minute role-reversal, he had no reason to feel uncomfortable. What took the tom by surprise - and it registered on his face - however, was Falconleap's rather blunt invitation wrapped in sensibility, the she-cat moving aside to allow him room to settle down beside her. Vultureback was personally used to being wet and taking a long to dry, but the StoneClanner before him - despite her sudden shift to a more regal, Deputy-like posture and method of address - with her short pelt, she was going to suffer a bit if he didn't do something. Even though he slept in the Warriors' Den like the others, even though he'd been in there for a while, Vultureback wasn't used to having to nestle down very close to anyone unless it was Leafbare, and even then his pelt usually kept him as warm as a hibernating bear. Studying the StoneClan she-cat a moment, her sandy tabby pelt appearing very dark thanks to the excess water, Vultureback came to a quick but certain decision. Dipping his head in acceptance, the large tortoiseshell tom padded forward, circling slowly to get comfortable and addressing her at the same time. "I should warn you - " Vultureback settled down, wrapping his tail around his front, his massive paws tucked up under his chest for warmth "my fur takes hours to dry." The sad part was that it wasn't even an understatement. Beginning what was probably going to be a long grooming process, Vultureback's tongue rasped over his maned chest, his eyes on his progress briefly before they roved to their corners, fixing Falconleap with an expressionless look. "What do you StoneClan cats do when it pours this heavily?" This question was a bit unexpected, but in no way meant to make her feel uncomfortable - it was just a general curiosity he now found the opportunity to satisfy. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: people. WORDS: No idea. NOTES: Settling down for the night. Let's play 20 Questions. CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Hellion]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]keep your feet ready[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]heartbeat steady[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]Keep your eyes open[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] He joined her! That fact alone slightly surprised Falconleap and it was clear on her face. He curled up, his massive fur length and tail curling around his front, he put his paws under him for warmth. Falconleap now over her initial surprise she curled up beside him, mimicking his same pose. Front legs tucked under her, tail wrapped around her side. Her ears flickered with his comment about it take a long time for dry his fur. She couldn't help but purr softly, trying to stifle a giggle. "In StoneClan a long fur is something to be treasured. I have to snuggle with other warriors during leaf-bare so I don't get to cold or get up early and go for a run" Falconleap spoke casually, looking out toward the rain that splattered just outside of the hallow. His next question brought her attention fully to him as she watched him groom his pelt. "There are falling rocks that line up just right to create shelter. We pack in there tight during the worst storms, I swear normally the rain doesn't bother me, but this storm is my enemy" She said a faint purr on her lips as she returned her attentions to the rain outside. A few moments of silence passed until Falconleap felt warm again, but she didn't stir to much from her comfortable spot, Vultureback's fur was still fairly damp, she felt she should help. "Do you want help with drying your fur?" Falconleap said her own pelt had started to dry rather quickly and now barely felt damp to the touch, however the side of her that was pressed up against Vultureback was still very wet and sent a chill up her spine. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]551 lets take this to flirt town nice and slow made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] Their differences were what humored the bulky tom. It wasn't as if he was completely ignorant to the ways of other Clans, but he did find it interesting to learn a few things he hadn't known before. Long fur is coveted there - makes sense, given their location. He listened intently as she explained the setup during times of heavy storms and other cataclysmic weather fate unleashed upo the forest. "This storm is no friend of mine, either. The river's not a river any more, it's turning into a very trecherous lake." Responded Vultureback, his ears flattening with distaste. Crossing a river was easy - crossing a flooded river whose banks had burst so badly there wasn't a dry spot of land in the whole of RainClan territory, that was difficult. Just as Vultureback recalled a lesson Russetpaw had been boasting about, involving grace when stepping across stones that his mentor had had him practice, the big tom was conscious of what he would need in this type of situation. It wasn't grace. It was a hope and a prayer to StarClan. "Do you want help with drying your fur?" Vultureback had never been very good with she-cats, as told by his sketchy past with Magnoliablossom, his first (and disastrous) mate all those moons ago. It had been a long time since anyone had asked him something like this, and Vultureback, to his own surprise, found that he wasn't hating it. Dipping his chin in silent acceptance, Vultureback let out a small, low purr that was more raspy than anything, as though it were an infrequently produced noise. Gratitude was certainly in order: having someone to help dry out his fur was a much-needed light at the end of a long, very damp tunnel. "Thank you," rumbled Vultureback, rasping his tongue back over his chest a few times. He wasn't normally so talkative, but the again he wasn't normally in situations like this. "Is anyone going to come out looking for you? It's none of my business, I know." What had started off as a question continued into a note of self-reprimand, Vultureback aware that it really wasn't any of his business, but he found himself curious nonetheless. Who was back at StoneClan, worrying for the sand-furred tabby she-cat that was their deputy? A brother? A mother and father? An apprentice? A good friend? For a split second, 'a mate' almost entered that mental, unchecked list, before the warrior code came flooding back to him like run-off from the stormy backlash outside. No, not a mate. She-Cat deputies and leaders were not allowed such social privileges. Though he had never had to contemplate such things before - the last deputy had been a she-cat, but the question had just never come up - Vultureback was aware that it was kind of... biased. Perhaps that rule was in place because the severe love a queen would feel for her kits - a severe love that would place their security above everyone else's. Ahhhh, now it made sense. Drawing his pale green gaze to Falconleap, for a brief moment he let his thoughts carry him to wondering why she was content with such a position. A position that was utterly selfless in nature, for a she-cat. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: people. WORDS: 560. NOTES: Contemplating Selflessness. CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Hellion]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]keep your feet ready[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]heartbeat steady[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]Keep your eyes open[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] Falconleap flicked her ears at his commented toward the rain being his enemy too, now she felt even more grateful that he found her. If she had kept going, she would have easily fallen into the swollen river and most likely drown, she felt slightly light headed but the feeling past, she would have drown trying to save her clan. Falconleap waited respectfully for him to answer her and once he did, she smiled kindly. She worked on the side closer to her, licking at the fur to try and rid it of the water, it was quite again, normally this would make Falconleap a little uneasy, but for what ever reason, she was fairly content with the silence, the only sound coming from the rain and the rough sounds the groom of his fur gave off. His question rung in her ear as her perked up slowly, her ears rotating to a more embarrassed posture. The only reason someone would come looking for her would be as their deputy. Her brother had grown even more distant, her former apprentice never talked to her again. Sadly enough Falconleap was only sought after for being the deputy of StoneClan. "The only cats that will look for me are whoever Fallingstar sends to find me." She spoke flatly, unsure of what she should say, after all why should she tell him? "I have no mate, no point in finding love and never having kits. My brother is more distant from me then ever before. I have few almost no friends in my clan, I'm alone." Those thoughts ran in Falconleap's head as she looked away from him briefly trying not to show emotion. "What about you? Anyone come lookin' for ya?" Falconleap asked him, returning to look at him now, back in control of her emoitions. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]### noo made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] "Not if they have any sense," growled the big RainClan warrior, and though he sounded fierce, his eyes gleamed with an almost uncharacteristic warmth. "I have two younger half-sisters, Lilypaw and Tricklepaw, and if they have as much sense as I think they do, they'll stay with their parents." No one more than his family knew how capable and strong a creature he was - they truly had no reason to worry, if anything they were probably waiting for him to get back with some fish, a little comforting taste of home. Being on the moorlands was like torture for cats used to slightly more open environments and the constant sounds of the river rushing past. On the moorlands of LightningClan territory, there was only an unbearable silence. Though Vultureback himself had fallen quiet, it was not for lack of words, he'd simply been musing over the characters of his past, both blood-related and not. "Yellowbelly would come looking for me, though he'd just be using it as an excuse to get near the river again." Tone a low chuckle, Vultureback's eyes closed pleasantly, the bulky creature relaxing against the soothing rasps of Falconleap's tongue over his damp fur. It was still a good hour away from being completely dry, but that was fine. If spending an hour with a foreign cat while having incredibly damp fur was the worst thing that was going to happen today, then Vultureback wouldn't mind this 'streak of bad-luck' continuing a little while longer. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: people. WORDS: 560. NOTES: Love of Family. CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Hellion]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]keep your feet ready[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]heartbeat steady[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]Keep your eyes open[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;] He talked fondly of his younger half siblings, Falconleap thought back to her brother, Eagleflight he'd most likely be warm in the warrior's den, he wouldn't even be looking for her, but that was their relationship after 40 some odd moons. His mention of his siblings being half siblings, Falconleap thought of her parents, two elders that might have had kits before, but if they did why hadn't they known about them? Falconleap pondered the thought for a moment but let it slide, it was hardly as important. Moments later Vultureback spoke of his former apprentice, Falconleap thought of her own Greysong, the shy she-cat. A warm smile crossed her face, Greysong was a good friend, a daughter figure. It again grew silent, Falconleap just relaxed against him, no longer caring if their scent mingled, he was a comfort even if he was more selective of his words. Mauling over the thoughts of her home, she thought less of the cats there, the lack of true friends or ties to bind her there but of her duties. Being the deputy was a grueling task, she was cut out for it, she knew it but she felt unwanted but those thoughts were kept in her head as she held back a yawn, looking to Vultureback with a pleasant smile. "Thank you Vultureback for staying here, I know you'd rather be back home with your family." Falconleap meowed, with a mixture of jealousy in her words. She tired, she truly did try not to be envious of any other cats, but as she laid there beside Vultureback and heard of his family back in his own clan, she couldn't help but want that, so bad it hurt. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]### noo made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] The massive tom met her gaze evenly, dipping his head in a respectful nod. "Get some sleep," mewed Vultureback, all too aware of the slight tingle of jealousy in her tone and alight in her eyes. He must have touched upon a sore subject - nothing he could about it now, sure, but perhaps it was best to stop the conversation until the storm had let up. Aware that he was perhaps a little too comfortable with Falconleap nestled up against him, her rhythmic breathing telling him she'd fallen asleep, Vultureback tried to mentally reestablish the line between friend and enemy. Though he couldn't go outright and declare her an enemy, Vultureback had to keep reminding himself that they were of different Clans, different lives, different histories. It was okay to have friends in other Clans, so long as they didn't interfere with your duty and your devotion to your own Clan and family. Falconleap wasn't interfering with his duty. Not yet. Closing his eyes as he cleared his mind, letting the sound of the rain pour into his tufted ears, Vultureback relaxed. He wasn't about to fall asleep, but momentarily letting go of his worries and trying not to focus too much on Falconleap's warmth pressed against him seemed like a good idea. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: people. WORDS: ^^; Short, my bad. NOTES: CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[Hellion]

[atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][STYLE=float: right; border: 3px #280f14 solid; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 15px; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/143dlvn.jpg); width: 125px; height: 113px;] [/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #5c2a2a; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 0px;]keep your feet ready[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #a0432f; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .5; alpha:filter(opacity=50%); margin-left: 0px;]heartbeat steady[/style][STYLE=font-family: bankgothic lt bt; font-size: 30px; color: #db947b; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -11px; opacity: .25; alpha:filter(opacity=25%); margin-left: 0px;]Keep your eyes open[/style][STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 360px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d;]Falconleap heard him tell her to sleep, the warmth of his pelt against her's was a comfort that she deeply apprecitated. With a yawn she closed her eyes and buried her in her own fur, pressing close to him to share warmth. While she slept her dreams had her wandering, she dreamt of her den, the warmth of it, she also seemed to relive memories from her younger days, must to an unpleasant sleeping partner. Falconleap within her sleep had moved a lot, not in a trashing way as if she was having a bad dream but movement as if she wsa hunting. Time had past, until Falconleap slowly opened her bright green eyes and looked up to Vultureback. She yawned and lazily looked at him, he was still there, a small comfort to know that he hadn't left, not that he had any obligations to stay, it was a pleasant thought to know she wasn't left stranded in RainClan to find her own way home in the aftermath of the storm. Without words Falconleap perked up her ears and tried to listen for the sound of rain but to her surprise there was none. She looked toward Vultureback and opened her mouth to say something but she wasn't sure what to say, in fact she didn't want to point out the fact the rain had past. She didn't want leave Vultureback, not that she was connected to him but his comfort he brought her. He treated her kindly, but she pondered on the thought if he acted that way towards everyone, nonetheless she couldn't lie to herself anymore, she admired him greatly for being brave, not that she wasn't brave, but Falconleap had few cats to look up to, Vultureback even if from RainClan was a cat she looked up to for his bravery. "The storm has past, I'll get out of your fur and head home." She said finally, pushing herself up to sit on her rump, looking at the molted tom her attention went outside to the silence of the missing storm. [/style] [STYLE=overflow: hidden; background-color: #280f14; width: 390px; color: #6d3943; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; height: 15px; text-align: center;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #280f14; width: 100px; color: #f0e3e3; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -18px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px;]words: comments: credit:[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 260px; margin-left: 10px; color: #9d9d9d; margin-top: -8px; margin-left: 110px;]### hehehehe -smirk- made by ZINGARA of BTN & LS[/style]