[align=center][div style="width:60%;overflow:auto;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;text-align:justify"]I started RPing in 2010 when I found a Warrior Cats RP Server on Minecraft, and then joined FF back in early 2012 when it was WCRPG, my first post being "I have been running for days. A coyote killed my mother. A team of rouges my father. I want to be back in my clan but I cant find it. Instead I ran upon Skyclan. I have heard stories of Skyclan. Like how Thunderclan leader, Firestar, had put them back together after they had been kicked out of the forest for many moons. I told myself that if I had to choose a clan to be in I would choose Skyclan. I just hoped they would exept me." that being in the help den rather than an actual RP, and by 2014 I was writing more decent things throwback to drama with Will and Cap in this one
[spoiler]Everything was going wrong. Why did everything seem to go wrong in his life?
When it all happened, it had seemed like a good idea. Will and Captain, having a litter. Before everything had been forgotten, Cap felt like he was doing the right thing, and maybe he had been, but then it happened. He and Will had both forgotten about everything.
They felt so awkward around eachother, Cap more than the both. Finally, Will confronted him about it, and they fought. Their heads were hit during the skirmish, and everything came rushing back. He felt so confused, and yet he was happy for the short amount of time.
The cubs were born then, and he wanted so badly to just go up and cuddle with them. Fatherly instincts, he supposed, but he couldn't do it. He didn't want to hurt Pandora, let her know the truth. But guilt had gnawed at him, and he broke up with her. Words were said, and Pandora left Cap with a broken heart.
Then came Twistedpaw. They weren't in love, no just friends, but they wanted ever so-badly to just end it all. Stop the fighting between their two clans, so they, as well, decided to have a litter. It was going to be a secret in ThunderClan until Twisted was almost due, and then she decided to just up and go to Witchingstar, tell her about the litter, say the fighting needed to stop.
Will had gotten there first. Twisted and he had verbally fought, that was, until Will decided to turn his attention to Captain, just sitting there, feeling guilty over something he shouldn't have been feeling guilty about.
What is it with you and *ing my family and or close friends? He had asked before padding off, making it the second member of the Graham family to break his heart.
Three if you counted the way it hurt to see Pandora on the border crying, because of Alana's leaving.
By now he was hyperventilating. It must have been a family trait, seeing as when too much was going on in their minds, or something too gruesome or frightening was happening, both Howard and Captain seemed to do it. His mind was racing, thinking of everything that had happened.
He thought he was going to die from how much was just there, flashing in front of him. That was when Captain decided to climb up the large tree behind him and curled up, head shoved in his large tail as he breathed heavily, closing his eyes and trying to calm down.
100, 99, 98, 97, 96... He started to count down from 100, though it wasn't working so far. Not yet. It caused him to panic a bit more, and he lost track of his counting.[/spoiler]
I officially left FF back in 2018 when this site was made, because there was a lot of drama on the site and no communication so I was already searching for a new site to go to, and when Orion messaged me and let me know about this site I packed my metaphorical bags and left.
edit;; I wanted to mention also that I've found muse in death threads for some reason. If I'm writing out a death or some sort of torture I can go for thousands of words, whereas with other things not so much.
[spoiler]Everything was going wrong. Why did everything seem to go wrong in his life?
When it all happened, it had seemed like a good idea. Will and Captain, having a litter. Before everything had been forgotten, Cap felt like he was doing the right thing, and maybe he had been, but then it happened. He and Will had both forgotten about everything.
They felt so awkward around eachother, Cap more than the both. Finally, Will confronted him about it, and they fought. Their heads were hit during the skirmish, and everything came rushing back. He felt so confused, and yet he was happy for the short amount of time.
The cubs were born then, and he wanted so badly to just go up and cuddle with them. Fatherly instincts, he supposed, but he couldn't do it. He didn't want to hurt Pandora, let her know the truth. But guilt had gnawed at him, and he broke up with her. Words were said, and Pandora left Cap with a broken heart.
Then came Twistedpaw. They weren't in love, no just friends, but they wanted ever so-badly to just end it all. Stop the fighting between their two clans, so they, as well, decided to have a litter. It was going to be a secret in ThunderClan until Twisted was almost due, and then she decided to just up and go to Witchingstar, tell her about the litter, say the fighting needed to stop.
Will had gotten there first. Twisted and he had verbally fought, that was, until Will decided to turn his attention to Captain, just sitting there, feeling guilty over something he shouldn't have been feeling guilty about.
What is it with you and *ing my family and or close friends? He had asked before padding off, making it the second member of the Graham family to break his heart.
Three if you counted the way it hurt to see Pandora on the border crying, because of Alana's leaving.
By now he was hyperventilating. It must have been a family trait, seeing as when too much was going on in their minds, or something too gruesome or frightening was happening, both Howard and Captain seemed to do it. His mind was racing, thinking of everything that had happened.
He thought he was going to die from how much was just there, flashing in front of him. That was when Captain decided to climb up the large tree behind him and curled up, head shoved in his large tail as he breathed heavily, closing his eyes and trying to calm down.
100, 99, 98, 97, 96... He started to count down from 100, though it wasn't working so far. Not yet. It caused him to panic a bit more, and he lost track of his counting.[/spoiler]
I officially left FF back in 2018 when this site was made, because there was a lot of drama on the site and no communication so I was already searching for a new site to go to, and when Orion messaged me and let me know about this site I packed my metaphorical bags and left.
edit;; I wanted to mention also that I've found muse in death threads for some reason. If I'm writing out a death or some sort of torture I can go for thousands of words, whereas with other things not so much.