[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 was the first to arrive. It was a good thing too, considering snow had more or less filled up the little hollow he and Falconleap had shared so many moons ago. Using his great bulk and his wide, spade-like paws to shove the freezing cold pile out, Vultureback worked until his feet touched Terra Firma. Shaking the snow off his pelt, the mottled creature folded his back legs into a sitting position, his expression unreadable, giving not even the slightest hint to the turbulence going on within him. It was unusual for him to make a big deal of things. Heck, it was even more unusual that he would want to make a spectacle out of introducing two friends to one another; it had felt more like he was garnering for Yellowbelly's approval of Falconleap as opposed to just...letting the two get to know each other. At first he had been too caught up in the moment to really grasp what that meant to a guy like him, but it had slowly been sinking in since that brief exchange had ended. The question now was, should he be honest with himself and with Falconleap, and tell her the truth about his feelings? That against his better judgment, against how many times he'd told himself that 'friendship' was the only relationship he wished to have with her, his feelings had evolved without his permission into something more? It was the kind of feelings that led two cats to curl up beside each other in their shared nest every night, the kind of feelings that meant two cats could grow old together, maybe even start a family and live the warrior life long enough to see their grandkits... But he was getting ahead of himself. Vultureback had already weighed all possible options of what could come from a...well he didn't want to say confession, but there was no other word for it. Either Falconleap would embrace his feelings, tell him that they should just remain friends, or become so disgruntled and even disgusted by his behavior that she would cut him off and sever their relationship at the joint. Vultureback didn't know whether to remain optimistic, go for a more pessimistic approach, or clear his mind of any assumptions or guesses and just let things unfold as they were destined to. And then there was the matter of this meeting as a whole. What was Falconleap going to tell him? What was the next step for them, these two cats who were bending the rules for the sake of a friendship that was worth more than boundaries and scent markings? Vultureback let out a soft sigh, an icy cloud hanging in the air before disintegrating, his tail wrapped around his splotched paws. He would just have to wait to find out. [/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: Falconleap, StoneClan WORDS: 480 NOTES: If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe. 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;]It's hard to know[/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;]What can become[/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;]If you give up[/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;] Her excuse to leave the camp was that she wanted to check the border toward TreeClan, which wasn't an entire lie her meeting place was close to TreeClan, kinda. She left with orders to Volepaw to clean out the elder's den and bring them new moss and if she hadn't returned by then he was to do the same for the nursery. He was in fact the only apprentice in the camp so it hopefully take him awhile to actually get everything done, giving her much needed time. Falconleap wanted to tell Pyrelight should be telling Vultureback her feelings but there wasn't much time, her heart hammered as she rushed out of the camp. Running at a breakneck pace she was amazed in herself to be able to carry such a pace, she thanked the herbs she asked Blackeagle for, claiming she was going to hunt on her way home and needed more energy. Even if the herb were bitter and left a bad taste in her mouth, it was worth the energy it gave her. Skidding to a halt she nearly toppled over as she got close to the border. Sniffing along it she tried to rub her scent in the largest marker to mix the two, hopefully it was enough to mask her scent. She didn't have much time as she hurried toward the hollow she meet the tom she adores so much, even without seeing him she could feel his warmth and pick out his scent in a crowd of hundred cats. Falconleap paused, she had moved so easily in the frozen brush she was able to catch a glimpse of the warrior clearing out the tree she sighed, her heart warming while her paws numb. She sat there in the cold brush watching him, unsure of how to tell him. What they were doing was against so many rules, she loved him and even told Pyrelight that. Would her Clan understand if she told them she wanted to grow old with a RainClan cat, would they hate her if she asked him to join them. However before even asking him she knew the answer, he had his sisters there, his parents and even Yellowbelly. Falconleap would never ask him to leave them, but could she leave Eagleflight? That answer was already given by how often she left her duties to meet him, it was clear she was devoted to the RainClan warrior, but she didn't feel that guilty. Sure she felt bad that she was sealing her fate with a RainClan but it was fate. Without making her presence known Falconleap let out a sigh and licked down her chest fur, sealing her fate forever and binding herself to Vultureback. If he rejected her with hash words she'd leave, with a few hard feelings and never return to the warrior. If he didn't reject her but didn't return to feelings she'd still leave, but this time with the hopes of keeping their friendship stable. On the other paw if he accepted her love and devotion as a mate she'd be over joyed and possibly smother him in nuzzles and purrs of happiness he'd fall apart. Falconleap was a bundle of nervous but she clear her throat and felt it was time, rip it out like a thorn. "I've missed you Vultureback." She purred, coming up from behind to nuzzle him in greeting, mentally yelling at herself for saying she missed him, but she was being honesty a flaw at the moment. "I'm glad you came" She added after, before slipping inside the hollow tree, her eyes inviting but her body posture showing that mess she was, she couldn't hide anything right now. [/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;] comments here 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've missed you, Vultureback." The mottled tom turned around to face the she-cat who was nuzzling him, his surprise quickly breaking down into genuine happiness, the RainClan warrior never more pleased and more uncomfortable in the presence of a StoneClan cat in his life. He was very quick to pick up on her frazzled behavior and posture, his dark tufted ears jutting forward with interest, his pale eyes filling with an uncharacteristic concern - which was already tell-tale sign enough that she was already leagues more important to him than many of his own Clan mates were, not that he was disloyal. "Are you alright? You seem..." There was a brief pause as he searched for the right word. "Out of sorts. Is it Tumblefur?" Those words that had started off a low rumble quickly grew into a protective crescendo, his tail spiking at the thought of that tom causing trouble. For a few brief instances, all the worry he'd been feeling over his own...emotions was momentarily dissipated in favor of concern for the pretty tabby in front of him. Have I really...fallen that hard? Vultureback knew the answer to that. He didn't even need to ask it to begin with; though he was feeling unsettled by the strength of these powerful, compelling wants and emotions, he put on a stony face, not wanting to turn the tide and have her start worrying about him. His words could wait a few seconds longer - they'd waited a whole night, already - after all, he wasn't the one who'd come in here with their tail in a bit of a kink. Figuratively speaking, of course. [/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: Falconleap, StoneClan WORDS: 297 NOTES: Showing Concern 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;]It's hard to know[/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;]What can become[/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;]If you give up[/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;] Leave it to Vultureback to figure out she was a mess of nerves. Dropping her bright green eyes to look at her paws, she tried her best to think of a way to tell him, express her feelings for him without sounding immature or stupid, her honesty she held so highly was already getting the best of her, she lied for the first time she could remember and it wasn't even a full lie, it was more like a stretching of the truth but she still felt awful, but his concern and protective nature warmed her heart and confirmed her love for him. He mentioned Tumblefur and without words she shook her head 'no' it wasn't her big-headed kit-hood tormentor, couldn't the warrior know that her reason for her frantic state was himself? Falconleap had to admit she felt silly but the feeling was over powered by her drive to set everything straight. "It's just I have a lot I want to tell you and I'm not sure how to tell you." She spoke, rising her head up more to meet his gaze just for a moment, warmth in her gaze with a little of passion below the surface. [/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;] comments here 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;] "It's just I have a lot I want to tell you and I'm not sure how to tell you." Something in the pit of Vultureback's stomach hardened, solidified by the sense of foreboding that had hit him like a fallen tree branch at Falconleap's words. I see. Struck by a feeling of now-or-never, Vultureback was under the suspicion that whatever Falconleap had to share with him, that it wasn't going to be very good news. Was it a possible end to their friendship? Or had she somehow, despite everything, seen his possible confession coming a mile away even before he'd seen it coming himself? Now he had to think about this for a moment. If she WAS telling him their friendship was over or somehow immoral or anything along those very negative lines, did he just let her say her piece? Should he keep his mouth shut and close off his heart? Should he let things...just die away? Or did he delay it? Maybe give her time to reconsider? Perhaps he should say his piece before she said hers? He DID have a lot to say after all, well, it was a lot for him, but probably not much by anyone else's standards. Wait, why was he even contemplating this? Settling on his more basic instincts and the brunt of his personality - which was blunt and very honest with himself - Vultureback looked to the she-cat evenly, his expression nothing more than a quiet smile. "It'll have to wait, Falconleap." Mewed the mottled tom. "I have something to say first, but I'm not saying it here." Gesturing with a sweep of his tail for her to follow, the bulky dark-splotched tom padded out of the hollow, his pupils narrowing into slits as the light reflected off the surrounding snow. Intending to head towards the Willow Stream - there was actually more cover there than most realized - for a private heart-to-heart, Vultureback surged forward on powerful limbs and with his head up, by no means intending to slink through RainClan territory like some kind of criminal. What he was feeling may have been considered wrong, but Vultureback had a bit of a skewed look on what was wrong and what was right to begin 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: Falconleap, StoneClan WORDS: 413 NOTES: The moment of truth! 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;]It's hard to know[/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;]What can become[/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;]If you give up[/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 took the lead and deeper into RainClan they went her heart started to hammer in fear that some cat might find her, but she kept up with him and stopped, careful to keep her paws dry. The new location was peaceful and romantic she thought to herself, but she didn't make her thoughts known. Once closer to the willow tree she found a spot and sat down, eyes toward the ground. Taking in a deep breath she rank in his warm scent and purred softly to herself that is, since never in her life had she made a choice like this, declaring her feelings. It was new and scary to her, she never felt to uncertain about her role in life.. [/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;] comments here 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;] It was due to Yellowbelly that they did not encounter any trouble on their way to the Willow Stream; Vultureback's closest friend would likely have manned his own patrol and kept the RainClan cats relatively clear of the area. Gazing up at the scraggly, wide-trunked willow, the mottled tom drew in a cool, steeling breath of the icy air around them, exhaling with a slight tremor due to nerves. The warrior turned around to face her, watching Falconleap look at the ground, the she-cat's posture not exactly instilling more confidence in him, but Vultureback was no coward. This was easily one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do, but he wasn't the kind of tom who ever backed down from things that were challenging. Coming to sit down in front of her, the action of folding his back legs into a relaxed posture only lasted a few seconds, Vultureback finding himself a little too restless to just sit. Pale pale green eyes met Falconleap's soft stare, and he saw something like confusion and uncertainty swimming around there; I'm going to be adding to her stress... He knew that. Tight-jawed, Vultureback hesitated, just on the precipice, knowing full well that he was jumping into something he couldn't back out of or take back when times got hard. Not wanting to debate this any further, the mottled warrior waited until he had Falconleap's attention before speaking, his voice low and resonant as usual, though softer of tone than it had been in a long time. "There is no easy way to tell you this, Falconleap, and I'm not good with words, so..." A bottle-brush tail thumped, conveying the only outward sign of nervousness that his eyes didn't already hold. It was now or never. "I've fallen in love with you, Falconleap," murmured Vultureback, tone softening completely so that the distant, resonant rumble he usually spoke with was temporarily dismissed, his voice, posture and words carrying a far more intimate note instead. "I don't care if StarClan themselves try to stop this, they can't change how I feel." With a tinge of humor breaking through the apprehension and the nakedness he felt with bearing his soul before her, Vultureback added in a faint chuckle; "You know me, Falconleap. I don't scare easy. I-I understand that this isn't an ideal situation, and I understand how difficult it will be for you as StoneClan's deputy. Whether you return my feelings or...you don't, I just wanted you to know, that I care about you more than I've ever cared about anyone in my entire life." Excluding his family, the beautiful tabby before him had quickly become the center of his world, and laying down alone in his nest every night somehow felt more lonesome than it ever had before, even after his issues with Magnoliablossom. Vultureback could now tell the difference between real love and a cheap imitation of it; Magnoliablossom had been beautiful and kind and easy to get along with, but Falconleap hung the stars and the moon as far as he was concerned. There was no contest. There had never been any in the first place. There was only Falconleap, and all this unfamiliar, frightening, wonderful, indescribable love he had for her. [/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: Falconleap, StoneClan WORDS: 578 NOTES: Hang the Moon and the Stars 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;]It's hard to know[/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;]What can become[/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;]If you give up[/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 noted that he too was feeling uneasy by the way he did't sit down when around her, she felt a pang in her heart, he was going to tell her to leave him alone. Taking in a deep breath she steady herself, thinking of how she'd run home, RainClan she had come to know and learn it's basic lay out so it seemed simple for her to flee, but she waited none the less. He started to talk and at first all she heard was his voice, his words were clear she was simply waiting for few words, 'leave me alone but those words never left his mount instead, something else did, others words that warmed her very core. Her eyes rose up to meet his and she smiled, ignoring everything else he spoke, Falocnleap jumped into her paws and tackled the tom to the ground, laying on him and nuzzling his chin and lickking at his cheek. "Oh Vultureback I love you too" She purred, nuzzling him and smiling, all her worries cast aside. While she did catch some of his worries, about their clans and being from different worlds, but at the moment she didn't care. "Vultureback I don't care that we don't share the same clanmates or that we know different styles of hunting and live in to different territories. I'd happily give up my rank to be with you, I'll become a normal warrior so I'm able to be with you freely." She purred, nuzzling him kindly, allowing her feelings and emotions run wild with him, the tom she so adored. [/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;] comments here 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;] Whatever Vultureback had been expecting, it hadn't been for Falconleap to tackle him. His jaw had been set firmly at the moment of impact, and he let out a noise of surprise, his claws unsheathing on instinct, before his feelings made him quickly resheath them again - especially when this wasn't the hostile tackle he'd originally thought it to be. "Oh Vultureback I love you too." The warrior's face lit up with surprise, Vultureback returning her affection with an enthusiastic nuzzle and rough purring of his own, easing up from the snowy ground to rub his muzzle into her neck, leaning back a moment to lick her cheek. He could scarcely believe what he was hearing; watching her with lively pale eyes, Vultureback was momentarily struck mute. Was this...really... Well, Vultureback wasn't one to look the gift horse in the mouth. He was going to take her words, hold them close, and never look back, not so long as he and the pretty she-cat in front of him were feeling the same way about each other as they did now. Finally breaking out of his silence, the senior warrior purred loud and long, his eyes growing warm as he gave her another nuzzle. "That means you'll agree to be my mate?" The tom's eyes gleamed, and even though he could already foretell her answer, Vultureback still couldn't help but hold his breath, like he was confessing his love to her all over again and waiting for the verdict. [/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: Falconleap, StoneClan WORDS: 260 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;]It's hard to know[/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;]What can become[/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;]If you give up[/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 moved to the point she was fairly more comfortable with the tom, resting her head against his, his warmth right to her heart. Her ears flickered as she felt her throat rumble a gentle purr and nuzzled him again, burying her nose in his neck and just simply meshing her fur with his. It was a strange idea to her, the love she felt for him was not a question it was now that it was out in the open worried her slightly. Would she able to cope with their long time apart? She had already with the past couple moons but if she declared herself his mate and possibly grew heavy with his kits, what would become of them? However, she felt it wasn't the time to worry about such things and instead leaned back a little more and licked his cheek. "I will happily be your mate Vultureback." She purred deeply toward him and smiled a warm and loving smile to him, their world perfect right now for them. [/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;] comments here 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 soft words murmured to him from Falconleap made even sitting here, surrounded by snow beneath a bare-branched willow tree adjacent to a very frozen stream, feel like a warm summer afternoon. He purred with contentment, nuzzling her softly, the cold no longer able to seep into his bones now that Falconleap's short tabby fur was meshing with his longer, mottled pelt. It was funny how different the world looked when you were in love; intending to make the most of their time together, before Falconleap's deputy obligations and his own senior warrior duties came dragging them back to their own separate little worlds. While the willow stream was theirs, and while Yellowbelly was keeping the area relatively clear of RainClan cats, Vultureback felt his heart shiver in his chest a moment, though not the kind of shivering that came with fear or coldness. It was...happiness. "I love you," he whispered, his purrs almost drowning out the sincere words he spoke to her. He'd been waiting so long to say that. -fade to black- [/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: Falconleap, StoneClan WORDS: 185 NOTES: End thread! Sorry for the shortness! CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]