[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Nine Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]The sky was gray, the thick blanket of clouds casting a gloomy atmosphere upon the snow blanketed earth. Each cold wind that burst through the heart of Nightclan camp caused shivers to run down Darkpaw's spine, his muscles tightening instinctively to preserve as little warmth as he could manage to grasp. Silvery eyes could be seen peering from the apprentice's den, rounded with curiosity as they skimmed the camp and each familiar Nightclan face he passed by. The dark shadow provided from the den's shelter harmonized with the blackness of Darkpaw's coat; if it hadn't been for the pair of ominous gray irises amongst the center of his facial features, there would be little-to-no indication of his presence. There she was. The sight of Frogpaw's marble fur caused a shrill of excitement to course through Darkpaw's slender frame. Since the incident where he had been infected by an injury, and his training schedule with Snowlark, there hadn't been a lot of time spent with the pretty apprentice. But, in the current moment, Darkpaw had nothing entirely important planned for his morning. Perhaps, he'd finally be able to squeeze in some time with the she-cat. With a vibrant glint in his eyes, the tom stood. However, it was only one step into his approach before the youthful tom recognized the sadness that cloaked Frogpaw's expression. That's right, the loss of Boneshadow had seemed to momentarily slip his mind. Darkpaw found himself halting, silently contemplating whether it was still a good idea to socialize with a feline whom was clearly still grieving. On one end, she likely wanted nothing more than to be left alone. But, then there was the flip side that was telling Darkpaw she was in need of a friend right now. Not a flirtatious bundle of jet black fur, but a friend. He could press pause on his desires to sweep Frogpaw off her paws... right? Well, he could at least try. Darkpaw crept across the clearing with light steps, the snow crunching beneath the weight of his skinny paws. His obsidian fur hardly blended in with the snow-coated environment, but nonetheless, Darkpaw thought he was doing quite well at being his usual, sneaky self. “Hey,” the tom purred. Darkpaw couldn't help but allow a small trace of sympathy to accompany his soothing tone as he brushed up, ever so delicately, against Frogpaw. His ears pinned forward, the charming radiance still occupied in his enthralling eyes. However, he was trying his best to keep such a quality to a minimum. “How are you doing?” He knew the answer to that. She was obviously not doing okay. But, it still felt right to ask anyway. It was an offer to spill out every word likely jumbled up inside her head. Darkpaw was capable of being a keen listener, and even now, as he stood beside Frogpaw who with just a glance could easily slip him into his flirtatious maneuvers... he instead seemed genuinely interested in simply having a friendly conversation. Darkpaw couldn't recall the last time he'd only wanted a friendly conversation with the she-cat. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

Shade † of BTN

[Fawn]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] Frogpaw couldn't remember how long she'd been sitting here. It was as if once she'd deposited the measly mouse that had been the only thing retrieved from the morning's hunting trip, Frogpaw had simply lost track of time, coming to a complete stop in terms of her apprentice duties. Having slipped away into the confusing, painful, antagonizing world of guilt-tainted-grief, the dappled would-be-warrior's posture had slowly begun to sink down into that of a kit lost out in the snow, shoulders drooped, head hanging low, her tail utterly still at her side, as though a snake had shed it's skin, the normally lively gleam of the eye having gone out several sunrises ago. She kept replaying the accident, the sound of Boneshadow shouting at them to run, to go back to camp. Tortured by just how easy it was for her to give in to the fear, to take her uncle and mentor for granted, that he would make it out okay despite fighting that monster from the mountains... Frogpaw sighed, amber eyes filled with a startled spark as she felt something brush against her flank, the she-cat cringing away in surprise. Oh. It's Darkpaw! Her first instinct had been happiness, and relief that he still wanted to talk to her after she had, more or less, abandoned her uncle like a coward, like a slimeball. And then her memories attacked her, forcing Frogpaw to recollect how Darkpaw too, had been ready to sacrifice himself so that she could live, flashes of the yellowed teeth of that loner something that still haunted her in her sleep. Eyes hollow, Frogpaw opened her maw to speak, but nothing came out right away, her voice instead a low, faint rasp, unable to meet his gaze, feeling far too many complicated things to just smile and greet him like she normally would. “How are you doing?” "Not well." Her ears flattened back against her skull, the she-cat blinking back quickly watering eyes."Not well at all." Oh Darkpaw. It's my fault. It's my fault Boneshadow's dead! If I had gone back to save him, if I had thrown myself at that beast, NightClan would've only lost some silly apprentice who didn't amount to anything, not their deputy. Oh if only she had been brave, then. Oh if only she had thought about anyone other than herself. Oh if only. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Nine Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]The obsidian tom sighed softly, his shoulders rising and falling with the notion. He didn't like seeing Frogpaw like this; he didn't like when she wasn't acting like her usual, bubbly self. But, was there really anything in Darkpaw's power that could change it? If anything, the thought of such a thing was annoying. He couldn't stand not knowing how to help her. All he wanted was for Frogpaw to be happy, and here she was being precisely the opposite. It brought a sour taste to the young tom's mouth. As the she-cat responded, he noted the caution in her tone, also noting her shielding of watering eyes. Darkpaw instinctively tightened the space between Frogpaw and himself out of instinct, his quickly thought out attempt at comforting the marble furred she-cat. In his mind, Darkpaw scrambled for the correct word choice. No crying, okay? No, that sounded terribly rude. Darkpaw blinked thoughtfully, glancing into the depths of Frogpaw's amber eyes even though she was refusing to make eye contact. “It'll be all right.” It was all Darkpaw could currently think of saying. The words exited his jaws in a quiet tone, they obviously being meant for Frogpaw's ears and no others. But, Darkpaw wasn't the type of tom to simply state a fact and leave it at that. He knew Frogpaw. And, it was because he knew her, that he knew it was best to elaborate on it further if he wanted to be truly persuasive. “I understand why you're... upset,” the tom paused briefly, not wanting to bring up Boneshadow or the incident. He cushioned his shoulders more deeply into Frogpaw's own, nudging her gently. “But, it's because I know you too well that I already know you're blaming yourself.” His ears swiveled forward, his gaze soft on Frogpaw, but serious all the while. “So, stop blaming yourself.” It was phrased somewhat jokingly, even though the situation was far from a laughing manner. Momentarily, his light gray eyes flashed with their usual sense of charm, but Darkpaw was quick to recognize the mistake and catch it before he actually made it. “There's a reason behind everything that happens. Starclan has a plan layed out, and it's purposeful. Right now, it seems tough. And I get that. But, I know Frogpaw is still in there somewhere, hmm?” Darkpaw tilted his head, lowering himself in an attempt of squeezing into Frogpaw's vision. The black furred apprentice sprawled himself on the ground, twisting so his belly was facing upward and he was directly beneath Frogpaw. His front, right paw lightly tapped against Frogpaw's lower jaw. “Come baaack.” He half-smirked, narrowing his silver eyes as he stared up at Frogpaw. In all honesty, he missed Frogpaw's nature. On the surface, she was far from that cheerful she-cat he'd fallen for. No matter how ridiculous he may currently look... he was playing that goofy card in hopes of getting something, anything at all, from Frogpaw that would hint she wasn't entirely lost in her grief. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

Shade † of BTN

[Fawn]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] Perhaps because they were not the first time she had heard such words, Frogpaw's first reaction was to tune out that same old song, even if it was Darkpaw speaking, her eyes growing glassy as she quietly, every so quietly shut down. But then he did something that was uncharacteristic of him, a small spark of surprise planted in her thoughts amidst the whirlpool of guilt and grief and anxiety; Darkpaw momentarily discarded his dignity. His front, right paw lightly tapped against Frogpaw's lower jaw. “Come baaack.” He half-smirked, narrowing his silver eyes as he stared up at Frogpaw. Like the last remaining bullet fired by the hero at the last conceivable moment of action, that simple, playful, uncharacteristic gesture from her oldest friend cracked Frogpaw's armor as though it were made of glass. She smiled, unable to help it, and her tail, though arthritic of movement since her depressive state, began to writhe and sway with a cobra's playfulness, brought back to life by the warmth in Darkpaw's eyes. "Thanks. I'll be okay, it'll just...it'll take a while. Boneshadow was--" She couldn't even finish this sentence, her face smiling, her eyes filled to the brim with sadness she could never describe in full. Boneshadow had been her mentor, her deputy, her uncle. He had been a cat she had admired from the get go, so proud of, a cat she had secretly strove to be since she first knew they were blood. Suddenly, as though a terrible great weight had settled into her stomach, Frogpaw's ears were pinned back against her head as if thrust back by a horrific storm. "I-I," she drew in a shaky breath, voice cracking, "I never got to tell him how much I looked up to h-him. I always ga-gave him a hard time, and I never said thank you, for being my mentor." Frogpaw thought she might howl to the heavens, so great was her pain. How could anything that wasn't a physical injury hurt so damn much? It was impossible, in the throes of such emotional agony, not to wish she had received a physical wound instead; at least then all of this pain would make sense. At least she could see this eventually going away. But no, just when she thought she might become numb to the heartache, a fresh throbbing wave would attack her like a parasite, seeming to cut her all over again. I want to get out of camp. Eyes suddenly filled with a desperate golden fire, Frogpaw slipped from her seated position into a standing one, looking as though ants were crawling beneath her pelt. "Can we go? Anywhere but here. I don't - I don't want to be here." Not while every shadow that moved, every sad look in the eyes of her Clanmates, every whisper of Ravenstar's distress, felt so much like her fault. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]