REHOMING RIVERCLAN MEDICINE CAT

[impiety]

Dappleberry is up for adoption. There isn't a lot of information, but my general basis for her that I've developed is a maternal and bubbly, very slightly rebellious, happy to help feline. I haven't played her very much, and she is a dilute long-haired calico with a sort of dulled sage green eyes. There is some information here, and on the account that posted the information. She's open to development, but please don't turn her to an edgy monster or something of that sort.

To apply, just say you would like her, maybe provide a few roleplay samples if you would like. Not first come first serve though, I'll have her handed over to someone by August 6th. If she isn't adopted by then I'll have her disappear or something of the sort.

[callisto]

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[ eyes emoji ] i'm super interested! i haven't done a ton of rp on bearbones so i'll just quote some stuff from my past site:

i dunno if NM is still viewable by guests, but if so, source #1, and [url=http://"http://nomoon.jcink.net/index.php?&act=ST&f=36&t=918"]source #2[/url]

by this point, the tension between the two had grown so thick that it had developed a life of its own; booker swore he could feel it pace, back and forth, its rabid heart beating wildly. he dared it to strike, prodding it with choice remarks, daring it to lash out. truth be told, booker was confident that beverly had enough sense not to strike; she was injured, for one, and — according to him, anyway — his subordinate. for her to attack him would be heresy. he was the king, the emperor, the supreme and final commander of chelford; every brick, every bone, every scrap of fur and flesh and viscera belonged to him and him alone. he had carved his name into every half-rotting tree stump and left his mark on every rust-spattered car. he had never made an official declaration, but he'd never felt the need to; there was something of an unspoken rule about these parts. most cats kept their heads down, respected his borders, surrendered tribute to him and his goons; there were troublemakers, of course, but he'd never left a challenger unchecked nor unscathed. booker had cut his teeth on alley brawls and junkyard scraps, and had emerged from the battlefield a champion. he was warlike, he was ambitious, he was a brute; he was the darkness of the night and the menace of the city; he relished in his reputation and savored his sovereignty.

thus: the collision of beverly's thorn-sharp claws against his delicate skin catches him completely off guard. booker has spent so long at the top that even the thought of challenge has become sacrilege; so far, until this point, he's never encountered any cat with the gall to reject the status quo. for as long as anybody can remember, he's been top dog, and new recruits learned quickly to respect the pecking order. what little resistance there was was nearly always extinguished with the threat of violence. booker had grown comfortable with his position, and the relative immunity it afforded him; so, for beverly to attack him, for her to dare oppose him, awakened an anger in him that he had not felt since leaving the farm. booker merely watched, slack-jawed, as beverly clawed out a chunk of his cheek, leaving him in a bloodied heap nearby. the entire right portion of his face was alight with fresh pain; hot blood began to ooze from the vicious wound, staining half of his features a vindictive vermillion.

within him, his chest trembled with rage. he could feel his heart beat quicker and quicker and quicker; it threatened to erupt from him like magma. "you whore bitch!" he cried out, whipping around on his white-tipped heels to face his companion-turned-opponent. his eyes, green fires in their sunken sockets, had turned snakelike. a beastly growl exploded from deep within his throat, dripping from his screaming maw alongside runnels of blood and spit. "i'll have yer fuckin' throat for that, i swear! i'll gut ye! i'll rip ye apart— " booker continued to taunt, but the shrillness of his voice betrayed the pain he was in. beverly had gotten her message across, that was for sure; now it was time for him to do the same. the fur along his spine rose, spiky as a thorn thicket, and his white claws emerged from their sheaths. this was not mere injury, this was insult. by attacking him, beverly had attacked his pride, and if there was one thing booker would not have ripped from him, it was that. he'd die before he allowed this... this she-cat, this female, to humiliate him.

"yer nothing. yer everything— everythin' i can't fuckin' stand. yer a real stupid bitch, y'know that?" a wicked smile ripped his features in half, putting his yellow-stained fangs in full view. "i oughta kill you for this. end yer shit. stupid fuckin' crippled bitch."without waiting for his venomous taunts to sink in and stain his counterpart, he leaps, with every ounce of strength in his body. a white-tipped paw darts out, claws unsheathed, toward beverly's wounded leg.

you look nice, said he. his words dripped from his mouth with all the suavity of saliva from the slack-jaw of the village idiot; at that, a scoff rose up from some rotten portion of her heart. her golden gaze twinkled, as if in anticipation of something to toss back in his direction, like the remains of something half-eaten and wholly unwanted. hah, he thinks i look nice? she thought to herself, allowing her caustic wit to trump the vulnerability that had commanded her features mere moments ago. she'd never admit it, but rosebelly was secretly grateful for the opportunity to spin straw into gold; preying on stormbreeze's weaknesses allowed her to forget her own. she operated from a place of weakness, and thus, lashing out made her feel powerful; perhaps if she poked enough holes in stormbreeze's nerve, she'd be able to collect what oozed out of him and use it to supplement the lack of her own. oh, of course i do... her dainty features dipped into a nod. it appeared that self-absorbed rosebelly was agreeing with him, but it didn't take a sleuth to find that she wasn't nearly as confident in that end as she cared to admit. if she was honest —something well-nigh herculean to ask of someone as slippery as she  — she was delighted by the remark. of course, she buried the thought deep within herself, but she couldn't deny that she was relieved to hear that the tom still saw something beautiful in her. even if she had grown haggard and half-fed and hollow-eyed, he still seemed to pine for her... rosebelly wanted to smile, but swallowed the expression instead, again feigning disinterest.

she wavered, pacing between posturing and pleasantry, warring between the wicked and wistful parts of herself. rosebelly missed him terribly, sure, but to admit that was more than she could bear. thus: she soldiered on, committed to tarnishing her knight's shining armor. "i'm fine," rosebelly mewed, tone suddenly brusque, having lost its saccharine quality. before her, stormbreeze cleared his throat; he attempted to appear more masculine, but the hoarse, shrill tonality of his voice betrayed him. "everything's... fine, stormbreeze," for someone as silver-tongued as she was, rosebelly was having a hard time selling her syllables; a pang of guilt was almost visible on her pretty features as she rolled her barbed tongue over the sound of his name. "you know, it's not your job to worry about me." her pace quickened, and she spit the words out like it was painful to keep them on her tongue; judging by the mistiness that threatened her gaze, perhaps they were.

"i'm fine." without you, she wanted to add, but remained silent.

[aureate]

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[impiety]

HEY!!! she's all yours <3 feel free to ask if you have any questions or the like c:

[callisto]

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ahh!! thank you so much :~)
i'll be sure to get in touch if i do, i'm hype to start playing her!