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OOC:  IC: | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
OOC: Thanks! IC: | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
OOC: Kay IC: | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
OOC: Like that's how he got near her, right? IC: | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
OOC: IC: Fernkit watched, not wanting to draw attention to herself again. Her pale eyes watched the others, storing away what she was learning. | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
The Rules~~ * Don't kill off your kit soon, let it reach warrior/ adult * Both parents will love these kits, so no evil kits or evil names * Kits will be raised in TidalClan. Ask permission before the kits leave. * Don't be rude, and don't ask when the kits will be chosen. At all. You probably won't be considered if you do this. If you read this put VirgoEquinox somewhere in your form. * Don't beg or bait for a kit. * The names are rouge names with the last name of Equinox. * Follow the genetics and form. * HaremLoverBoy and I have the right to rehome the kits if you fall inactive for to long. * Please tell me if you change the kits names and/or Clan. | The Relations~~ The reason you're here right? Well, here you are!: Virgopaw:: Virgopaw is the daughter of Summersolstice (I think she's called Summerwarmth now) and Justicepaw (Justiceleague now). It was a litter born of rape, and I believe the kits are 4th generation because I'm not sure of Justiceleague's generation . --Thanks ❤creep❤ Sapphire Equinox:: |
The Genetics~~ WIP | The Form~~ (click to show/hide) |
Kits~~ 1. Summer Equinox||she-cat||looks||Elmont|| 2. kit name||gender||looks||reserved for HaremLoverBoy 3. kit name||gender||looks|| roleplayer 4. kit name||gender||looks|| roleplayer Kits may be added depending on the number of good apps. |
OOC: What do you mean by he'll be marooned on the shore? And do you want a naming theme, like rouge names and Equinox for the last name, or? IC: Virgopaw sighed and brushed her muzzle along his jaw,"Okay..." | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
OOC: IC: A calico tom// Fawn tabby she-cat Thanks! | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
OOC: I just sent you what creep sent me, and yes, she would IC: Virgopaw touched her muzzle to his gently. | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
OOC: The adoption thread? Sure! IC: Virgopaw smiled and licked his cheek,"Yes," | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
OOC: IC: "Do you have to say anything?" Virgopaw replied, touching his cheek with her muzzle lightly. | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
OOC: username; Belmont//Jaystar name; Neverpaw//more gender; She-cat//female clan; WindClan rank; apprentice species; Cat simple appearance; Pale tabby she-cat with heather colored eyes. Long legs and short fur. simple personality; Hot headed, sarcastic, smart aleck, mean, rude <-- Her outer shell. Once she develops a liking for someone, she is sweet, loyal, caring, and she is always brave. other; She will like him even at the beginning. IC: | Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven |
