Whoo! Everyone else was doing one so I figured I'd might ;D
Just a place to keep track of all the RPs Fog's currently engaged in... So that I don't forget the people I've RPed with or anything like that. c: Also, you can comment RP with him here, so in case you wanna do that I'm cool with it; just start one below and we'll do this thang x3
am I supposed to put our rp here? if yes then here it is. if no then juts hide this comment if yah want c:
Running and crying, Bansheespirit had been doing that quite a lot these days, a fact she was not proud of in the least. Today however was different, she wasn't crying because she had done something wrong or had had someone get angry with her, oh no today she was crying because of her memories. Memories that would flood through her mind as if they were trying tp push out all thoughts except for the ones of each and every second she had ever done anything wrong. Today had started out perfectly, Banshee had awoken by the sound of movement around her and had gone on an early hunting patrol, so far so good, On the hunt she had caught a particularly large squirrel and when they arrived back at camp she received quite a few compliments making her bubble with pride and happiness, in her contented and distracted state she didnt realize that she was about to collide with another she cat until she bumped into the rear haunches of the she cat infront of her ^Oh! I'm so sorry I was just walking and I didnt see you th-^ her sentence had been cut short when the she cat she had collided with ( angered for some unknown reason) Whirled and hissed at her "What in starclans name is wrong with you?! what are you doing? Are you gay or something?!!!" Now as the cat had been talking her voce raised to a shout and nearly all the cats in the camp had turned to look at what was going on, now Bansheespirit just couldnt handle it and had dashed away tears streaming down her cheek fur. So here she was collapsed in a quietly sobbing sniffling bundle near the shadowclan border, she had run here specifically since she had assumed nobody would look for her there. Especially since Shadowclan cats had a reputation for being on the aggressive side, no one would look for a cat that wanted peace and silence near a clan with such repute.
Unfortunately for her, then had been the time that the pale Shadowclan deputy had chosen to go on patrol around the border. He and a patched crew of warriors of various sizes and colours moved forward at a slow enough pace, but suddenly, a gently-carried breeze made the spearheading Fogheart pause in his tracks; his ears flattened, and he scented the wind lightly, lifting his muzzle with curiosity. When one of the other toms disrupted him by asking what he smelled, he dismissed them, deciding to take the investigation as a personal one and ordering the patrol to go back to camp. The small band of cats heeded his command and wheeled round, padding off into the brush to disappear; Fogheart, however, went the opposite direction, padding quietly further towards the border and preparing his muscles for whatever it happened to be. Closer it came, and he recognized the smell as an enemy clan cat; he immediately glanced around for both advantages as well as disadvantages in a fight before stepping through the underbrush, now laying golden eyes on the almost-trespasser: he was surprised to find a huddled she-cat, shivering with silent crying and looking the picture of misery. Fogheart lifted a slightly amused brow, then decided to lay on the charm, figuring that such a disgruntled cat could be easily persuaded to do anything in the future...after all, now he knew that she was an emotional being, and that alone could help him crumble her entire life in an instant if he so wished. Fogheart approached the she-cat, sitting next to her and curling his tail neatly round his paws. "My dear, why do you cry?" he asked gently. "What's happened that has cast you into such misery?"
Bansheespirit may have been able to hear the approaching cat if she had been crying a slight bit softer but she had not been and her hearing had been muffled by her sobs and her arms making her unaware of the approaching tom cat. She was completely unaware until a large figure gracefully sat beside her and in an ever charming and gentle voiced inquired as to her state of misery, now if she hadnt caught smell of him moments before he sat she would have let loose a shriek and darted away but she had enough warning to prepare herself and so she slowly raised her head looking up at the large tom her ears low she quickly raised them realizing she looked very pathetic. with a small sigh she replied "Oh, I-I'm very sorry if I disturbed you, I was just, just.." she looked down at her paws again feeling very sheepish and rather pathetic she mewed quietly "Just having some troubles at home.." she realized she had voiced this aloud instead of in her head and snapped her maw shut shutting her eyes and cursing at herself in her mind, she opened her eyes and looked bakc up at the tom "I'm sorry" she said once more as her tail curled tighter against her.
and I had a plot idea xD maybe we could do it at the border? like Silver's hunting or something... he's a deputy right? maybe he could be like, on a border patrol and he leaves the group for a drink or something and see's her? cuz she's hunting over the border |D lol