[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 stone stream that was the border line between RainClan and StoneClan was the quickest one to recover from the flooding. With several of his Clanmates upstream, the familiar bulk of one of RainClan's biggest worders casting an early morning shadow upon the soggy banks of the river. Vultureback could still scent the rain in the air, the atmosphere heavy with moisture that made his fur damp and heavier against his body, as though he were wearing a second layer of fur. Ignoring this, the sizeable tom wandered farther from his Clanmates to explore the deeper depths of the stone stream, his eerily light green eyes entranced by the movements of the little fish. He was pleased to see that the stream no longer looked quite so muddy and swollen, like a bad wound that was already showing signs of recovery. Quick as lightning, Vultureback flipped two wriggling fish up onto the bank, killing them both with two swift bites and glancing around. The swollen river and stream made it hard for them to hunt, but it also attracted the eagles and hawks, for they were looking to snatch up any fish left flipping and flopping on the banks when the water receded. Spying a particularly brave hawk suddenly pulling into a dive, Vultureback hissed with venom in his throat as the raptor got close enough he could almost bat it out of the air. With a massive leap, the warrior struck the screeching hawk, sending the winged creature straight into the river, though not without getting a nasty slice over his eye. The blood immediately flowed down one side of his face, the warm trickle of his own blood soaking into his fur as he held one eye closed, trying to prevent blood from getting into it as he dove into the river right after the hawk. As it turned out, the hawk was not as injured as he'd thought it was. Bursting out of the river like a missile, the hawk flapped sodden wings furiously to gain altitude, Vultureback's ears folding flat against his skull as it circled over head, pecking at him and generally harassing the cat trying to make it's way back to the banks. Take another shot at me again. Go on, I dare you. Growling turned to snarls as the hawk ignored him and instead went straight for the fish Vultureback had just caught. [/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: 402 NOTES: A week later! 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 fallowd the movement of the birds above her, a flock of small easy prey birds were seen soaring near the stone stream, her mouth watered in anticipation on her next hutning trip. It was an old StoneClan trick, fallow the prey bird until they landed, if you were lucky you'd be able to pick a few off until they crossed a border, prey birds hardly flew for long stretches of time. With her mouth opened she tasted the air, making sure her scent was blowing away from the birds, she kept up her tracking with elegence and easy of moment, born a StoneClan, her stamina over the rough terrian was spectacular, her power legs rimming with muscle. With excellent pace and upbeat thoughts, Falconleap eased up on a few outskirting birds, the ones that were to foolish to hop away from the mass, easy pickings for the brown tabby she-cat. Sinking low to the ground she eased up, every pawstep placed expertly careful to keep away from mud piles, that would easily make a sound. Effortlessly she melted into the ground, blending with the damp grasses as she stalked on one bird, a shiny black one, without warning she sprang, tearing into the small bird's wing, killing it with a startling bite to the spine, it gave a weak chirp before growing limp, her commotion sent the other birds up in the air, only to land four fox-lengths away. A smirk covered her lips, tossing dirt over the new prey and kept up her hunting streak. ~ Three birds down and Falconleap was pleased with her progress, however the flock had grown smarter and flew further away, placing her beside the border. She noticed that the river had receded, however it still posed a threat, from it seemed to be more slender then the last time she remembered, that time she spent the night with Vultureback. With a smile on her face she thought fondly of the RainClan tom, but stopped quickly the sounds of fight echoed in her ears. Turning she left her three birds on the ground beside the bank and followed the sounds of a fight, there on one side of the border was none other than Vultureback! Above him was a hawk, it was large and diving for the warrior's two fish he had caught. Without thinking for her own safety, Falconleap ran faster, her limbs burning as she pushed her normal running pace faster, in the short distance she was from the warrior and hawk she was there, across from them, with a gulp air she jumped, her powerful legs propelling her, the sound of feathers and fur colliding with a loud SMACK!, the she-cat warrior was able to knock the bird of course and tumble away from the collision, using her claws to gain tractions she pulled herself back up and faced the hawk. Panting only slightly she let out a yowl, a challenge for the stupid bird. t gave her a devilsh look return with it's own screech, however Falconleap wasn't that easily scared, she took a slow calculated step closer to the prey-steal and hissed again. With a huff the bird threw open it's large wings and shot up into the sky, Falconleap's entire body melted, the adrenaline now fading from her veins she looked to Vultureback, a worried look crossing over her face quickly. "You're hurt!" She exclaimed, forgetting her fatigie and heading toward the warrior, but she paused, unsure if he even wanted her company, after all she was breaking a code, she crossed RainClan border again, this time for tom she hardly knew, but no matter what she knew in her heart that she had to protect him, even if he was larger than her, it was just instinct of a deputy, or was it something else? [/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;]638 the title reminds me of a kung fu film <3 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;] Just when he'd been preparing to curse the heavens above and all who dwelt in it, a familiar brown tabby she-cat sailed overhead in a leap that was worthy of LeopardClan, her body and claws buffetting the enraged hawk away from his fish. As Falconleap engaged the hawk in combat, Vultureback hurried to the river bank - should she need back up - but his concerns were unfounded, the strong-legged, fearless she-cat chased off the bird with one last venomous hiss. Vultureback's whiskers twitched in surprise when the all-too-familiar she-cat made a fuss over his injury, Vultureback shrugging his brawny, soaked shoulders with a nonchalant air about him. "It's just a scratch," he mewed, his brain momentarily shortcircuting, preventing him from making a more articulate answer than that. She just came out of nowhere, is that happenstance, or something else? Nahh...probably just a coincidence. After all, if she'd been meaning to bump into him, he would've noticed by now, not a week after their time together in the hollow. To be frank, the muscular dark tom was unused to help. Especially the kind he didn't ask for. It wasn't that he was ungrateful, it was simply his enormous independent streak, but Vultureback knew Falconleap hadn't jumped to his aid in an effort to undermine his strength or ability to protect himself. Vultureback would've lost the fish if she hadn't jumped in when she did, and for that, the proud, brawny tom dipped his head in gratitude. "Thanks," he spoke, flicking water off his ear. "The kits and elders will eat well tonight, thanks to you." It was the closest thing the somewhat stunned tom could get a compliment, but he meant every word. This lull in thought processing was cut short, however, when Vultureback remembered he had a few Clanmates quite a ways up the river - if they wandered down here and spotted him talking to the StoneClan Deputy, they were both going to be in an awkward, unexplainable situation. Well, the truth might work... Never mind, Vultureback would prefer it if they didn't have to worry about that. Jerking his head in the direction of StarClan's Claws, he indicated for them to take a walk that ways - unless her heroics were the end of their second meeting, if not, he wouldn't mind sparing a few minutes to chat with her. She had repaid her debt, after all. Well, sort of. Not that he ever really considered it a 'debt' in the first place. [/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: 431 NOTES: Second Meeting. 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 dismmissed the cut above his eyes with gruffness, which brought a frown to Falconleap, but she too dismissed the reaction easily. He was being a tom, all proud and toughness, which Falconleap had always admired in every tom, or was it just in Vulureback? As she thought about the toms had home briefly all their gruffness and attitude that greatly annoyed her, it was more likely their actions toward her. Many of them felt it wasn't right for a she-cat to be a deputy, all female and all, but it was an annoyance not only to her but to their leader who too was a she-cat. If they didn't think a she-cat could be a leader well then by StarClan's will they should be cursed. It was sour topic for the she-cat but as quickly as came to mind she shooed it away. His gratitude however wasn't lost as he thanked her for saving the fish, the kits and elders would eat well, thanks to her! It was pleasant feeling warmed from the bottom of her paws to the very tip of her tail, not missing the warmth in her eyes. With a nod of her head she welcomes his thanks with a warm smile, her heart skipping a beat for happiness. Vultureback pointed his head toward StarClan's claws, Falconleap without words understood what the tom meant, an odd occurrence for someone other than her clanmate, Falconleap followed him. She once again leapt of the river, not wanting to feel the dampness in her fur she waited for him pleasantly, a warm flicking her tail kept her mood uplifting and bright, the interaction with the bird still warming her blood, it kept her active. As they walked toward the StarClan's claws she turned to see what looked like a grey tabby tom, working on catching more fish with the swollen river, Falconleap didn't need to ask she understood why he wanted them to converse closer to the neutral territory, where their interactions wouldn't be call code breaking, but then again why should they be? That thought crossed Falconleap's mind as her paws noticed the change in landscape, firmer less soggy ground was now under her paws. However her mind as set, it Vultureback was ashamed of talking to her wouldn't he had said something? Falconleap was a she-cat of honesty and honor, surely Vultureback would share the same values, even if they had different lives. Falconleap paused briefly and was meaning to ask him, but she kept her mouth shut and enjoyed the silence of walking with the RainClan warrior to StarClan's claws, surely once there she'd have the courage to ask him. ~ The walk ended soon enough as they crossed the invisible threshold to StarClan's holy place. Falconleap leap up onto a rock, the one used by the leader during Gatherings. The feeling of being higher up then anyone wasn't a power trip for the she-cat it was awe inspiring the wonders of being a leader, the thought of some day hopefully not to soon, knowing the secret and the will of StarClan, yet Falconleap jumped from the rock and landed beside Vultureback, her tail running along his back she purred toward the warrior. "Here let me get that for you"? Falconleap said kindly and without much invitation she leaned up to lick away at the blood that clotted at his scratc, cleaning it so now the blood didn't mat his long fur so much. "There just as handsome as ever." Falconleap purred with a smile, however as the words left her mouth she wanted to pull them back, what had she just said to a RainClan warrior! He was handsome?! Unsure of how he would react, Falconleap took the respectful move and stepped back, giving a good amount of space between them, holding her breath in uncertainty. [/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;]640 oh the joys of code breakin// where is all this muse coming from? 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 warmth of Falconleap's tongue against his face was not a feeling that he could forget or one that readily faded away, Vultureback standing obediently as she cleaned him up - though he was itching to back up and shrug it off like it was nothing. Because it was nothing. An injury was getting stabbed in the shoulder like he had many moons ago, the very large scar of which was covered up by his thick, coarse mottled fur. "There, just as handsome as ever." Pulling his attention back to her in an instant, the brawny tom watched, bemused as she backed up a bit, looking alarmed. Vultureback chuckled. "Thanks. No one's said that to me in a while." He mewed, trying to reassure the StoneClan deputy that compliments weren't forbidden or any such nonsense. Though he was starting to get a weird feeling - like a gyster starting to build up somewhere in the middle of his being, spreading hot water throughout his whole system, making his skin feel warm - that her comment had been a little more revealing than she'd intended. It had been just a light-hearted comment, right? Right? Yet why did it feel as though she'd meant it? The sound of the she-cat's gentle purring still lingering in his ears, Vultureback did his best not to make her feel awkward, his eerily green eyes fixed upon the tabby markings of Falconleap's face. "Were you on your way to TreeClan again?" mewed the tom, remembering her very close proximity to the river. She had definitely been close by - but doing what, Vultureback hadn't a clue. She could've been hunting, sure. Perhaps a few water birds were taking advantage of the marshy floodlands that was now RainClan's territory, the waters having stretched to the edges of StoneClan as well. [/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: 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;]He thanked her, which formed a warm feeling all over her pelt, it was comfort, even if his tone was filled with a kind of surprise, she felt it was a kind of suprise. He was handsome, no doubt about that, Falconleap felt she should tell him more often, however the barrier that wasn't seen but instead felt in their loyalties was at stake, you never hear of a deputy fraternizing with the enemy, not without the risk of causing a scandal. Even if she was warning herself within her head, it was hard to put those plans or thoughts into action, the presence of Vultureback was welcomed any time of day even if he should be. Flicking her tail pleasantly she perked up her ears as he asked her another question. Sitting on her rump she kept her focus on him and shook her head no, keeping a friendly composer. "Actually, I was doing an old StoneClan hunting trick. Fallow a back of prey-birds when hunting in small groups. They are to stupid to really fly to far away, plus since it's leaf-fall their food source is the seeds that fall, insuring they don't go to far." Falconleap explained, trying her hardest not to sound like a mentor speaking to their apprentice, Falconleap then thought of her three fresh-kill and flickered her ears to remember to pick them up on her way back. "I sent a warrior and appretince team to get herbs, after speaking with Spottedfeather that day, which I haven't repaid." Falconleap chirped, a cheerful pattern of speaking. [/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;]### spottedfeather and falconleap never talked in rp 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;] Where does she get all that cheerfulness? The senior warrior listened politely to her explanation of the birds and their stupidity, the conversation drawing a subtle hint of a smile upon his face. "If only the fish behaved that way." These words came out so easily, Vultureback quite aware of how easy it was to socialize with this pretty tabby she-cat in front of him - but he was determined not to be so easily swayed into such... disloyalty? That's what this was, wasn't it? A brief flicker of worry crossed over Vultureback's face, the normally inexpressive, annoyingly stoic tom, but he was quick to erase it from his countenance, knowing she'd ask him about it. ...this is wrong. She had saved his fish, she had repayed the debt he didn't really believe in - it had been an act of charity and kindness on his part, he wouldn't lord such a thing over her, he wasn't that petty - according to the warrior code, they should pretty much be done here. According to the warrior code... This was neutral territory. Vultureback's tail swept across the stone he and Falconleap were standing on, his eerily green eyes fixing her with a sudden look of expressionless, his voice sounding quiet, quite serious as opposed to his confident calmness. "This..." he paused for the right word, "friendship of ours... It will have to stop if it compromises our Clans, Falconleap. I enjoy your company - I've never been a liar - but we should keep in mind that our Clans are not friends right now." It was true. Ever since RainClan had taken up refuge in LightningClan territory, things had gotten so tense... So for him to be conversing with her right now, the StoneClan deputy of all cats, would only make things more complicated down the road. What if anyone saw them? Would they doubt his loyalty? Would they cast him out as a traitor even before he got the chance to explain himself? No. They were not so desperate, not when they were already missing a leader and deputy. They couldn't afford to lose anymore warriors. [/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: NOTES: Sorry for killing the mood, I'm just trying to play him as In Character as possible. ^^; 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;]Vultureback looked upset and somehow Falconleap felt she was the cause. She felt uneasy on her paws, adjusting them warily trying not to look at him, she was waiting for him to lash out her, send her off in a fit of teeth and claws. Her bright green eyes dropped down, looking at his multi colored legs she tried not to seem upset. Falconleap for a long time had always been able to pick up on other cat's emotions, not mentally but how they acted it was what made her a good fighter. However with this tom, she felt like it was second nature, like all she had to do was listen, instead of actually study him. That frustrated the StoneClan she-cat, why couldn't he be a StoneClan warrior? That way the growing feelings she had for him weren't so wrong, wait growing feelings? Had she admitted that to herself? Without an audible sigh, Falconleap plopped on the ground and slowly returned her eyes up toward Vultureback, as he started to talk. Compromise our clans..he enjoyed her company. Those words that left his mouth warmed her heart but also heated her blood in a negative way. Only for a moment her eyes narrowed, it almost sounded like he blamed her for their budding friendship. She grew slightly annoyed, but kept herself calm, taking in a deep breath she spoke. "Compromise our clans? We aren't planning on destroying the warrior code are we? I don't plan on killing anyone or ruining the very thing I swore to protect." Falconleap said sternly tail flicking, trying to keep her cool. "As for your company I enjoy it too, more than most of my clan-" Falconleap stopped herself mid-phrase. She had pretty much admitted to him that she had hardly any friends within her own clan boundaries, unsure how to starve off the awkwardness what would soon follow she felt her face grow hot, but her ears fluttered, trying to bring attention away from it. "It's not against the code to have friends in different clans. We aren't hurting anyone" Falconleap finally said, trying to gain back what little control she had now, but the thought crossed her mind why was she trying so hard with him? Did he mean more to than some of her clanmates? Otherwise it wouldn't matter if she ever saw him again, why was this fish-breath affecting her so? What did he have that warriors in her own clan didn't? One thing was he had a head on his shoulders. Wisdom under his paws, a brain to think and understand. She knew that if he wanted to, allowed her to, they would share great thoughts and ideas. That alone she missed from her mentor's death. She was taught and mentored in the way of thinking with your own head not just following your leader's that was the trait that annoyed her the most within her clanmate, the very reason she flocked to Vultureback so easily, he was someone to talk to. Not to mention he was handsome, that doesn't play a huge role, or does it? With slight anger toward herself for once again admiring the tom's looks, she nipped her tongue, to clear her head. [/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;]### falcon wont let go 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;] Her sudden stern reiteration that what they were doing was perfectly normal had Vultureback's stomach tightening. She's the StoneClan Deputy for StarClan's sake. Does she really believe those words? Shouldn't a Clan deputy be as biased as possible towards her own Clan? Was the company...really so bad in StoneClan that she had become drawn to him after a single evening spent in each other's company? Vultureback watched her, trying to read as deeply into her emotions, her words as he could. "No, it's not," he agreed, shifting on his mottled paws with a sweep of his tail. "We aren't hurting anyone - but our reputations shouldn't be put at stake because of our friendship. I would like to continue speaking with you, just in a way that doesn't make it seem as though we're being disloyal to our Clans." As he spoke, his gaze was outwardly pulled to the enormous stones that made up StarClan's claws, his eyes locked onto their points, as though he could see the claws piercing through his good intentions. She was a pleasant she-cat to be around. He couldn't lie there. His social network wasn't particularly large, he mostly kept to himelf and tended to not care about the opinions of other cats... Ah yes. So then why did it matter if anyone saw them talking? Under regular circumstances, he wouldn't have cared if the RainClan deputy themselves had shown up while they were at StarClan's Claws, but with the recent string of disasterous events, Vultureback was feeling more than ever patriotism for RainClan. He wanted to put on a strong front to the other Clans, and having a friendship with the StoneClan deputy in which secrets were revealed - that wasn't patriotism. That was betrayal. "Let's agree to never discuss Clan politics. We cannot reveal anything to each other about our Clans that would compromise them. Our friendship will not be the lightning that strikes them both down." Vultureback spoke with unquestionable resolve, his dedication to his Clan apparent in every word he spoke, his tone not like a warrior reprimanding a kit, but as a warrior addressing someone as his equal. This was serious business, this Cross-Clan friendship of theirs - it was best to set boundaries early on. If they ended up bumping into each other once more, what was to stop them from spilling something crucial? He wanted to prevent that from happening. He wanted to reassure StarClan and most of all, himself, that what they were doing wasn't wrong. [/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: NOTES: Laying some ground rules. 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 was problem, those were the first thoughts that ran in her tabby painted head. Her ears flicked as she felt that she was bother to him, a kit that unwanted, an annoying clanmate. However as he tone a voice was different, he was treating her as an equal. Her ear flicked in understanding, she knew where he was coming from, however she is a cat of no care. If every cat in her clan called her a tratior for having friends across the border then they weren't warriors she cared to acknowledge. A strong undstanding of the world around them was important to the tabby she-cat, her green eyes expressed that effortlessly. "I will never expect you tell me things of your clan. Likewise I hope you never ask me anything like that." Falconleap finally, shedding all of her fears. No longer would she look at Vultureback as a RainClan cat, nor when she was with him think of herself like a StoneClan cat. They were friends that just so happened to live in different dens. That rationalization of their actions was all the deputy needed to feel comfortable in their growing friendship. She rose up to her paws and playfully flicked her tail over his shoulder, walking a short distance away, sprawling out on her back she patted the sky above her playfully. "So tell me how it was like growing up, do you have any close friends?" Falconleap asked, trying to break the tension that had built, flicking her tail from under her, trying to beckon him to lay besid her to watch the clouds pass by. [/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;]### one or two lines of comments, no more or it makes it look messy 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;] Vultureback appreciated the sudden change in subject, his light green eyes watching with a bright flicker of amusement as the she-cat went and flopped over lazily, inviting him to join her as she leaned back to look at the last of autumn's blue skies. "Yes I did. I grew up with Minnowkit and Pikekit - they're Minnowpelt and Pikefang now." There was a wave of nostalgia that came with saying those names out loud, Vultureback moving towards Falconleap until he was next to her, his back legs folding so that he sat, gaze upward, tail batting the earth lightly. "We were joined by Willowpaw and Magnoliapaw when we became apprentices - we had our fair share of adventures, that's for sure." Vultureback flicked an ear in her direction, flashes of their daring and stupid adventure in which they'd actually killed and carried back a full grown pike. He could still picture the ridiculous grins on the faces of his friends (and himself), not to mention the awed looks the other apprentices and younger warriors had given them. Oh how mad Bluestream had been! He couldn't really remember his parents' reaction to such news, and Vultureback abruptly decided it hadn't been important then, it wasn't important now. His relationship with his mother, father and step-father were...polite, as he firmly believed in respecting your elders, but if he ever had to say he would die for any of his family members, it would be for Lilypaw and Tricklepaw. Vultureback spoke again, this time his gaze drawn downward to the relaxed she-cat at his side. "We aren't as close as we used to be, but we did have fun growing up. What about you?" mewed the brawny tom, drawing the focus to her and her own history. [/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: NOTES: Laying some ground rules. 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 smiled, listening to him, a warm look on her face as she listened to him tell stories of this younger moons. It was funny and pleasant thought to know that Vultureback had friends while he was young, while Falconleap had bullies. Trying not to let that thought ruin her mood she moved her tail, keeping a beat as he finished talking, mentioning that him and his friends weren't as close, he then asked her. Falconleap turned her head toward him and shrugged, unsure of how to answer, ater all she didn't have many friends growing up. Taking in a breath she cleared her head and thought of what to say, finally picking out a better story to tell. "When my brother and I were kits, there were another brother sister pair also. Tumblekit and Switkit at the time. Eagleflight and I always snuck out of camp." Falconleap purred a smile giggle heard. "This one time Eagleflight and I were trying to find our father Oakclaw while he was hunting. Little did we know that Tumblekit and Swiftkit were going to chase after us." Falconleap sat up a little, but maintain a cheerful smile. "Eagleflight was always nervous about climbing but I wasnt' so I climbed up this little rock well it was huge when I was younger. She purred thinking to the rock just outside the camp. "So I was perched up on his rock and I watched as Tumblekit and Swiftkit tackled Eaglekit then I joined in jumpping from the rock and landing on Tumblekit. It was a big play fight that my daddy came and broke up. He wasn't to pleased we snuck out of camp" Falconleap finally finsihed with a smile on her face, thinking fondly of her father. "Tumblefur and Swiftstrike and Eagleflight and I aren't closed anymore. A lot of appretince days weren't spent picking on me." Falconleap confessed trying not to bring down the mood. "My mentor Spiritclaw and I are some what close, he is in the elder's den. " Falconleap said finally, rolling over to outstrech, showing just how long the she-cat was with her body competly streched out. [/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;]### one or two lines of comments, no more or it makes it look messy 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;] "Picking on you?" repeated Vultureback, as if the concept was foreign to him. If he recalled any physical strengths or weaknesses that the StoneClan deputy had that would possibly be a reason for teasing, the only thing that stood out - especially now as she stretched her long limbs to the fullest - was her height. He didn't want to be rude by saying 'oh you were awkward-looking as a kit.' or 'was it your legs?' Vultureback may have had a rather small social circle, but he wasn't so socially awkward that he could say something to a she-cat, let anyone anyone. Vultureback's ear flicked sideways as leaf blew against it, pressing upon his fur and bending the tuft at the top of the ear. The wind blew again and chased the offending leaf away, but Vultureback barely processed it. He was faintly trying to recall if the name Tumblefur and Swiftstrike were names that were familiar to him. They must not have been anyone of particular importance - neither prominent in StoneClan nor prominent in the forest as a whole. Whatever reason they had for teasing Falconleap, it obviously wasn't doing them any good - considering she was now their deputy, and someday their leader. "My mentor Bluestream retired as well. I was her last apprentice." And a darn good one at that, she'd growled at him with affection in her voice and a gleam in her eyes. Sometimes he missed the old days, when he'd been Vulturepaw and life hadn't been quite so complicated, friendships were friendships and dishonesty was a foreign concept to him. Putting a slightly bitter gleam in the eyes of Vultureback, the image of a remorseful Magnoliablossom and awkward Pikefang as they confessed to being mates - as well as Pikefang being the actual father of Magnoliablossom's kits. But that was in the past. It wasn't so much any sort of lingering affection for Magnoliablossom, it was the act of betrayal that he found so insulting. That it had been so easy to lie to his face... Keeping in a sigh, Vultureback gazed around the gathering place, the scents of hundreds of cats having faded away with the rain. Now he could only smell Falconleap and a change on the horizon, both things he wasn't sure if he should welcome wholeheartedly or keep an eye on from the sidelines... So far she hadn't done anything to make him view her in a negative light, but neither had Magnoliablossom and Pikefang, until the guilt had finally got to them. Falconleap wasn't like either one of them, though. For one thing, they did not know each other to that extent, nor would they gain anything in purposefully lying to each other's faces. They had already agreed not to discuss Clan politics, so there was nothing for them to lose now, only to gain. [/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: NOTES: Reminiscing. 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 could have guessed that he was going to question about her being picked on, it was natural and expected statement. It wasn't a problem for him to ask in fact it was nice that he had. Sitting up a little Falconleap let her tail flick back and forth, her eyes fallow the leaf that had blown in front of them, a playful smile broke across her face as she tried to bat for it, but it drifted away. "They picked on my but it was mostly beacuse of my height. For the longest time I was taller than my brother, now finally we are even. I think it was because I was such a good climber, plus I didn't have fear. Tumblefur always had a hard time chasing after birds while I actually climb trees for them." Falconleap purred, thinking back to her prey she left by the border and how tasty they would be. "Just because they teased me doesn't mean I'm any less of a warrior or deputy for that matter. I think their teasing helped in my drive." Falconleap said looking up as the clouds drifted to cover the sun, giving a shadowed feeling over the area. She tried to stifle a yawn but it was pointless. "I bet Bluestream is proud of you, for being the tom you are today." She said kindly, flicking her ears, thinking fondly of her own mentor who many times had told her how proud he was of her, in some ways he was more like a father to her than Oakclaw, but she'd never dare tell her father that it break his heart. "Is it okay to ask if you have any kits of your own?" Falconleap asked quietly, unsure of how to really go about that question. It wasn't an odd question she justified to herself, he was an older tom, and surely he'd possibly have a few kit of his own, Falconleap would surely like to know if they took after their father. As she waited for his answer the fact she would never have her own kits hung thickly in her heard, it was frustrating but she didn't let affect her duties to much, it couldn't be allowed. [/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;]### one or two lines of comments, no more or it makes it look messy 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 mottled warrior could only nod in agreement, liking her statement about how it had helped more than hindered. His Clanmate Minnowpelt had been teased for being the runt of his litter, and in a way the young tom had grown stronger because of it. Teasing built character, in those that were strong enough to get over it, that is. But that didn't mean Vultureback was gonna start bullying his half-sisters to toughen them up. Nooo. Definitely not. He'd just bully their mentors if Lilypaw and Tricklepaw got into any sort of trouble. The question about his own kits surprised Vultureback greatly, the tom's tail stopped thumping, and he opened his mouth just slightly, though no sound came out. Kits? Why would I have kits? No one had ever asked him that before - at least no one in RainClan, considering news, particularly scandals traveled fast. They all knew he wasn't the father of Magnoliablossom's kits, nor did he ever want to be. Recovering from the unexpected question, the mottled beast of a cat chuckled, shaking his head. "Almost, but no. I've not yet found a she-cat I'm willing to spend my life with." It was an honest, simple confession. He wasn't trying to be sappy or romantic or anything obnoxious like that. Vultureback had simply been speaking with humility and a pensiveness, as though he were taking a few glances at the future and forgetting the past. Vultureback personally wasn't sure how likely such a thing was to happen to him - in fact, his only legacy may end up being the fantastic apprentices-turned warriors that he's mentored and will mentor in the future, but that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Though having a closeknit family, one that wasn't broken by petty squabbling or betrayal would have been... Nice. [/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: NOTES: Reminiscing. CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]