Post by Fawn on Nov 1, 2012 23:28:35 GMT -5
[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;] So Falconleap was a bit of a kicker. A disgruntled noise had left him many times before Falconleap had finally woken up, her repeated kicking and pawing (a very funny looking sideways pounce, er, sort of) had the tom in a bit of a sore mood - literally. Vouching not to say anything, Vultureback quietly wondered if this was perhaps in some ways attributed to why no one but those bound to Fallingstar's word would come looking for her. It was an amusing image, to imagine the StoneClan warriors all giving the she-cat a wide berth because of her...wild sleeping habits. Stifling a yawn of his own, Vultureback stood up, pleased that his fur was dry and warm and that the sky had at last broken it's stormy visage into a more pleasant shade of blue. It was a crisp morning, cooler than yesterday, but at least the sun was out. "I'll escort you as far as TreeClan's borders," replied the mottled heavy-boned tom, Vultureback doing a quick bout of grooming that had him rasping his tongue over the patterned fur on his chest and rub a hefty paw over his face. Stepping out into the sunlight, he stretched with satisfaction, the ground still damp but at least he was no longer in any danger of drowning where he stood. A thought of breakfast crossed his mind, but Vultureback had come to the conclusion that this should be nearing the end of his hospitality. RainClan was already imposing upon LightningClan, and the last thing he intended to do was feed a StoneClan warrior with fish his own Clan should've been eating. Recalling her reason for being out here, Vultureback rolled his shoulders, stretched out his back legs, and then quietly made his way over to her. "No sense in going back empty pawed." Though his eerily light green eyes were settled on Falconleap's pretty face, his ears were twitching and rotating, as though listening to a hundred different sounds at once. But it was not a hundred. In fact, the forest seemed unnervingly quiet after that ferocious storm. He didn't blame the woodland dwellers one bit, that had been nasty. Vultureback was mostly grateful it hadn't been a snowstorm instead. Stopping at the edge of the still-swollen river, Vultureback's front paws sank into the muddy, unstable ground as he leaned down to take a quick drink. He looked dangerously close to falling in, but he wasn't a RainClan warrior for nothing - and it wasn't like this was his first rodeo. Though he'd need to wash the mud off his paws later, this was put at the back of his mind as he locked gazes with Falconleap. The dark hollow had painted her in more shadowy colors than the warm sunshine, and Vultureback noted with some interest, that she was a much lighter shade than he'd originally thought. She certainly looked a lot different. No longer shivering and cold, her fur plastered to her body as though it had been painted on, the water dripping from her ears like rain from a gutter. Her bright green eyes were rather pretty, Vultureback noted, now that they were out of the gloom. [/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: 541 NOTES: Escorting or Courting? CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style] |