ooc;; xD Yeah, I read the whole thing... *le gasp* D:> Oh, and when your characters are speaking [AND ONLY SPEAKING], you may call him Jabba. *watching Jabbawockeez dance like crazy* 8D
ic;; The tiny insect pawed around the young cub's nose, trying to find something to eat. Of course, the youngling would not be it's delicious meal, for he was too big for one sitting. But, despite this, and her unknowing of the large orange cat's size, it continued to taste around. He stared, cross-eyed, at the little creature, a delighted smile coming up upon his sharpened, felinic features. As the butterfly continued to tickle his breathing apparatus, Jabari giggled. The cub was lying on his belly, his bored expression turning into a pleased one.
"Whatever are you doing, tiny soldier?" The naive apprentice questioned the white-winged bug, not caring whether it would answer or not. It lifted it's miniscule head, it's composed eyes fixed on the Suntribe tiger's pupils. after a moment of silent waiting, it burst it's pale wings open, and leaped off of Jabari's nose, flying away with barely a sound. "Farewell, little warrior!" He purred, waving his tail from side to side.
ooc;; Trying out a new RP style. xD Note: Jabba-kun is somewhere near you guys, just goofing off. And...he has a tendancy to talk to insects, rocks, and plants. *snicker*
-- Edited by Emberpaw at 01:23, 2008-11-03
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
Larkin bounded easily beside her staring at the terrain ahead, "So what now?" He asked. His big toothy grin spread on his face. He enjoyed the company of the pretty tigress. Moreover he was going to enjoy teasing her. His tail lashed back and forth with happiness. His large paws churned the ground beneath him and he cast his odd green eyes toward her.
iC;; Jabari's pointed ears pricked up at the sound of lithe footfalls. Lifting his head up, he could see two blurry figures standing a way away from where his stood, on the high stone. One was a palely snow-white silhouette, with black cutting through like knives; whilst the other was orange, with the same dark markings. Mouth open to drink in the sweet scent, the young cub brightened up at the familiar smell of two good friends, despite their older age. He shot up, jumped off the rock, and darted towards them, his tongue lolling from the side, like a dog.
"Larkin, Desdeeee~!" The apprentice exclaimed, running around them in circles. "Whatchya doin', hrm? Whatchya doin'?!" Jabari pestered, smiling a cheeky one.
-- Edited by Emberpaw at 13:10, 2008-11-03
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
Desdimona smiled at him and said "Just to let you know your eyes are really pretty and can we please got tot he waterfall. You kinda messed up my plans" she said playfully. She knew being in his company would mean teasing and he looked forward to it but she didn't mind. She would rather take the teaing and hang out with him than not hang out with him at all. Despite the teasing he was fun to be around and plus the teasing made ehr laugh so she didn't
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"Well get there if its where we want to be and if not, well then I guess we never really lost anything in the first place."
Name: Saige Age: 27 moons (Almost 3) Gender: Female Rank: Guard (Warrior) Personality: Saige is a calm tiger, and enjoys to help others, though she does have a nasty temper. She rarely stops to stare at a male tiger, and has no thoughts of starting a family. She rarely feels down, though has been known to get very ill, in which is the time when she needs time for herself. She is very open and often enjoys to tell others legends of their Tribe. Desription: Large white tiger with liquid molten amber eyes that burn with a deep passion for her tribe. Pic:(optional)
-- Edited by Vally at 19:41, 2008-11-03
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07.08.13
okay, then. unfortunately loving an idiot who doesn't love me back. but i'm not falling. i just kind of... am. .
IC: "I don't mind!" Kiira answered Desdemona. "Under one condition!" she joked. "Bring me back prey!" Kiira laughed. Her belly growled, and food was importent for the healers. They had to eat some themselves, and store some in their stacks. When tigers were sick, they could eat some food from the saved prey. She sighed again. The breezy wind felt good against her pelt. The speed the wind was going was perfect for the hot weather, making the day hot, but with wind. "Ahh!" Kiira whispered. "How beautiful!" The snowy tiger stared into the forest longinly wanting to go out to explore the forest where healers don't usually go. The trees and grass and flowers swayed with the wind, like it was dancing. Suddenly, Kiira remember her mother, a little bit. She remembered a snow white pelt, just like her own. She remembered the tiger that suckled her, and took her out to the forest. For one moment, Kiira felt a teeny bit sad.