Add to Favorites  
    


Cartoon Dolls Community  - Doll forums and doll maker discussion boards Cartoon Dolls Community  - Doll forums and doll maker discussion boards Visit The Doll Palace - Where Cartoon Dolls Live

RPG Games All Roleplay and Role-play games. Create and play Fantasy and In-Out-Character RPs, "legend of" type and any other RP games.

Reply
 
LinkBack Thread Tools Display Modes
(#481 (permalink))
Old
Miranda_'s Avatar
Miranda_ (Offline)
Forums Administrator
Site Admin
 
Posts: 151,284
Join Date: Dec 2004
Rating: 46 Votes / 5.00 Average
Default 05-31-2012, 11:51 AM

"Whereas we treat our females exactly the same as the males, and expect of them that they should be able to hunt and fight just as well."


Digg this Post!Add Post to del.icio.usBookmark Post in TechnoratiFurl this Post!
Reply With Quote
(#482 (permalink))
Old
spirit_queen's Avatar
spirit_queen (Offline)
Forums Moderator
 
Posts: 55,804
Join Date: Jun 2007
Rating: 4 Votes / 4.75 Average
Default 05-31-2012, 11:54 AM

Harley nodded. "And they do well, so why change it?"


Digg this Post!Add Post to del.icio.usBookmark Post in TechnoratiFurl this Post!
Reply With Quote
(#483 (permalink))
Old
Shmiley's Avatar
Shmiley (Offline)
Senior Member
Candybar
 
Posts: 525
Join Date: Feb 2012
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Rating: Not Rated
Default 06-01-2012, 07:25 AM

Shiki was back at the cave, having split off from Harley at sometime and decided to do his own training. From what he saw from the soldiers from his home, he needed to work on upper body strength, stealth, and moving silently. His classification of cat were great hunters and stealthy ones at that. So, with his feet tucked under a rock, Shiki proceeded to do sit-ups, already feeling his stomach become harder and the muscles begin to strengthen.

Kioren thanked Taka one more time before wondering off to his favorite rock, perched on top of it. His face stony and eyes taking in his surroundings while Ivory sat at the very bottom of the rock, twisting and braiding a crown of flowers. Ivory was softly humming under his breath as his fingers worked the flowers.
Digg this Post!Add Post to del.icio.usBookmark Post in TechnoratiFurl this Post!
Reply With Quote
(#484 (permalink))
Old
Miranda_'s Avatar
Miranda_ (Offline)
Forums Administrator
Site Admin
 
Posts: 151,284
Join Date: Dec 2004
Rating: 46 Votes / 5.00 Average
Default 06-01-2012, 08:28 AM

"Exactly that," Phelan replied.

"I also wanted to talk to you about organising a boar hunt. We'll need the whole pack; I'm sure the cats can be left to their own devices for as long as it takes for us to bring a boar in. "


Digg this Post!Add Post to del.icio.usBookmark Post in TechnoratiFurl this Post!
Reply With Quote
(#485 (permalink))
Old
spirit_queen's Avatar
spirit_queen (Offline)
Forums Moderator
 
Posts: 55,804
Join Date: Jun 2007
Rating: 4 Votes / 4.75 Average
Default 06-01-2012, 09:00 AM

"Oh, we'll be eating well at the end of this," Harley said with a crooked grin.

Taka went off and paused by Ivory. "Hello, again!"


Digg this Post!Add Post to del.icio.usBookmark Post in TechnoratiFurl this Post!
Reply With Quote
(#486 (permalink))
Old
Shmiley's Avatar
Shmiley (Offline)
Senior Member
Candybar
 
Posts: 525
Join Date: Feb 2012
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Rating: Not Rated
Default 06-02-2012, 06:21 AM

Ivory looked up and smiled, "Hello!" His fingers never ceasing in moving.
Digg this Post!Add Post to del.icio.usBookmark Post in TechnoratiFurl this Post!
Reply With Quote
(#487 (permalink))
Old
spirit_queen's Avatar
spirit_queen (Offline)
Forums Moderator
 
Posts: 55,804
Join Date: Jun 2007
Rating: 4 Votes / 4.75 Average
Default 06-02-2012, 11:32 AM

"Oooh, you're making a flower-crown! Where'd you find all those flowers? I thought the storm would have killed them all," Taka said, her indigo eyes going wide in delight.

~Nine years earlier~

The battle had been brutal, especially as the Cats had acquired new weapons of a destructive magnitude unseen since the Tail-less ones. The grassland along the western coast of Canis looked as though it would be forever blighted and scarred by scorch-marks, its streams forever red with the blood of the slain.

But the Cats, despite their advances in technology, had not made any new advances today; the Wolves had won this small battle, at least. The Cats had been forced off this land to regroup for another day.

A relatively young Wolf in his mid twenties, Nedakh observed the carnage with a face as white as fresh snow. His arm had a deep laceration which was bleeding profusely, but that was the least of his worries; there were others in far worse condition than he.

He directed those who were still well along with Healers to find those among the wounded who could be saved; it mattered not what species they were to him, so long as lives coud be saved. He marched along gamely after tying a very crude sort of tourniquet about his right bicep to staunch the flow of blood.

It was about this time he spotted a flash of red that, for once, wasn't spilled blood. He spun to his left to get a better look; hair. It was hair. He'd never seen such a vibrant shade of red before; it wasn't a dusty orange, it wasn't auburn, it was a true, heart-stopping red, the likes of which shouldn't have existed in nature, but did.

He approached and found a very, very tall man lying in a patch of scorched grass, badly wounded, unconscious, fighting for his life. He had to be over six feet tall, with long limbs possessing lean muscle and skin so pale it reminded the young Alpha of his daughter, Takaia. The red hair hung in wild curls, half obscuring the man's face, but not his ears and tail.

He was a cat, but- wait, the ears, the tail, they were golden brown, and the tail had a reddish tuft along the end. I thought only the royals were Lions, Nedakh thought to himself. But the royals refuse to fight their battles, so what is he doing here? He called for a healer and a stretcher helped load the giant man onto it, then continued to help find more wounded to heal. But all the while as he moved on, his mind strayed back to that red hair, and he pondered over the fact that they had a Lion in their midst.

Unknown to the wolves, there was another species on the field that day; three Avians stood silent watch over the proceedings for a bit, observing the Wolves picking up those with hope for survival and gently ending the suffering of those who could never make it. The man and his two apprentices were supposed to watch only and not interfere; it was to be a lesson in death and in mindless destruction, for they were both of an age to be shown the ways of other peoples.

The Master in the middle wasn't very tall, but he was fierce, with uncompromising gray eyes and short-cropped dirty-blonde hair with a few flecks of gray in it. His feathered arms were crossed in front of his chest, the feathers hidden beneath his soft, linen robes.

To his left, a boy of about ten bounced in place, his golden ringlets springing just as much as he was. He looked saddened by the death and destruction around him, and the rule on non-interference was bothering him greatly. His guileless, cerulean blue eyes sparkled with unshed tears over the suffering of those on the field.

The boy to the right was older and far, far less moved; he was an apprentice to the Avian god of Chaos, and, to him, this was merely life. Or, well, he mostly thought that, but the occasional wound he saw made him gag; he'd never seen so much blood. This boy had shoulder-length hair that was somewhere between wavy and frizzy, black in color. Unlike the other two, he did not sport a golden tan, and instead was ghostly pale with black eyes. But, unlike his looks, when he wasn't being sickened by carnage and trying to hide it with a brave face, his eyes held an inner fire full of life and mischief that defied his ghostly looks.

At the moment, the three Birds were on the edge of the battlefield. When the wolves were nearing the end of their attempt to save lives, the boy with the darker hair suddenly turned and saw a boy his own age on the battlefield. Wait, a thirteen-year-old soldier? That wasn't supposed to be allowed; he thought the minimum age to be sixteen.

He turned and gave his Master a defiant look, then set out to where the young boy lay, unconscious. The wounded boy's hair was vibrant red and curly, and he was some sort of Cat; it didn't matter to the Chaos Apprentice what sort, just that a boy his age was dying when he shouldn't be.

"Lucius," called the Master. "We mustn't-"

"Master, he's thirteen or so. He shouldn't have been here in the first place; minimum age is supposed to be sixteen," little Lucius retorted hotly. "I'm taking him with us; I feel like this boy is important," he then turned back and struggled to lift the other boy who was already taller than he was. His Master sighed, then came over to help.

"Very well, but when we return home, he shall become your responsibility to watch over; I do not normally concede to things like this, understand? We will do what must be done to help him survive, but after that, it is all up to you," his master said through narrowed eyes.

Lucius chewed his lower lip, then stubbornly nodded his head once. And, with that, the Avians finally left. They left just as the last fo the dead were confirmed and just as the Wolves took the rest fo those with a chance along with them.

Now, the blighted fields were empty of life, and the wind whipped on through the grass, moaning like the cries of the d@mned.


Digg this Post!Add Post to del.icio.usBookmark Post in TechnoratiFurl this Post!
Reply With Quote
(#488 (permalink))
Old
Miranda_'s Avatar
Miranda_ (Offline)
Forums Administrator
Site Admin
 
Posts: 151,284
Join Date: Dec 2004
Rating: 46 Votes / 5.00 Average
Default 06-02-2012, 04:50 PM

(Continuing flashback)

A young female Wolf of twenty three walked the battlefield. Her name was Ulricha, and she was of average height and build with long golden hair and blue eyes. Ulricha was there to make sure that every single casualty was accounted for; such a job was difficult, as anyone left on the battlefield would surely die, so she had to make sure that didn't happen.

All seemed to be well, when her sharp eyes caught a movement to her right. The young Wolf ran over straight away and knelt besides a young Cat who was wounded in the side, with a broken leg. She pushed the Cat's hair out of his face and whispered to him, asking him his name, to see if he was conscious. The Cat murmured that his name was Arik; he said nothing more but winced in pain. Ulricha helped Arik to his feet and took him to the healers.

Later, however, after examination, Arik was the cause of a revelation. The Cat revealed that, rather than being male, she was in fact female and her name was Ari. A fierce girl from the Cheetah family, she was strongly against the notion that females were weak and should be forbidden from hunting and fighting. Ari wanted equallity for males and females within Cat society; with that in mind, she had disguised herself as a boy and had joined the Cat army.

Now tho, she saw in the Wolf society a mirror of her ideals. In this society, females were not just seen as pretty, soft weaklings to be forced into restricting garments and shut away to do embroidery, but as fighters and hunters equal to the males. Ulricha, who had rescued Ari from the battlefield, was a good example of this and soon became Ari's friend, especially when Ari had declared that she would gladly remain among the Wolves for the rest of her life.


Digg this Post!Add Post to del.icio.usBookmark Post in TechnoratiFurl this Post!
Reply With Quote
(#489 (permalink))
Old
spirit_queen's Avatar
spirit_queen (Offline)
Forums Moderator
 
Posts: 55,804
Join Date: Jun 2007
Rating: 4 Votes / 4.75 Average
Default 06-02-2012, 06:03 PM

Nedakh watched Ulricha, his partner, save another Cat. He admired her strength greatly, though to say he was attracted would be going too far.

Later, however, when the Healers had patched up the cat his friend had saved, Nedakh was quite shocked to learn the cat was a she, not a he; so far as he was aware, women were not accepted into the cat army.


Digg this Post!Add Post to del.icio.usBookmark Post in TechnoratiFurl this Post!
Reply With Quote
(#490 (permalink))
Old
Miranda_'s Avatar
Miranda_ (Offline)
Forums Administrator
Site Admin
 
Posts: 151,284
Join Date: Dec 2004
Rating: 46 Votes / 5.00 Average
Default 06-02-2012, 06:08 PM

Ulricha had confided in Nedakh about Ari, telling him her story and how she saw their society as an ideal, and the Cat one as being flawed.


Digg this Post!Add Post to del.icio.usBookmark Post in TechnoratiFurl this Post!
Reply With Quote
Reply


Thread Tools
Display Modes

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

vB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off
Trackbacks are On
Pingbacks are On
Refbacks are On


Similar Threads
Thread Thread Starter Forum Replies Last Post
Warrior Cats Cheshire1996 RPG Games 1038 07-20-2011 04:07 PM
Cats with thumbs Miranda_ Cool Videos 2 03-13-2011 07:36 PM
Quiz for cats Miranda_ Jokes 20 06-10-2009 02:57 PM



© 2007 The Doll Palace