Minu
Talkative Reader
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Post by Minu on Sept 1, 2003 9:42:28 GMT -5
A white squirrel sits in a tree in Mossflower, her dagger clutched in one paw.Her ears and paws dyed bright red-By strawberries, of course.-And her eyes oddly enough, a bright blue.She wore a brownish green tunic.
The sun was bright above her head, meaning it was most likely about midsummer.Birds were also singing, makeing it a perfect day for everyone.Even the squirrel.
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 1, 2003 21:33:29 GMT -5
((Yikes... gotta make an entirely new character... crap...
Name: Faldrin "Daggerstripe" Swiftstone
Race: Ferret (good ferret. Sorta like whattsisname the good rat, whose 'friend' killed mother... Mellus? I forget which book he's from... one of the Mariel ones, I think. With the blind mouse herbalist Simeon in it.)
Appearance: Mostly dark brown, she has a silver stripe starting just above her eyes, all the way down to her nose. A rock falling on her face when she was younger created a scar going from the corner of one eye to the corner of the other, right across the silver stripe, making it look like a dagger (hence her nickname).
Bio: She was actually raised by a loner (more like a ranger) otter. She knows how to fight quite well, and is best with a sling (hence her surname). After the otter died of old age (he'd been very old when he'd taken her in in the first place) she started wandering, rather than stay in the small, cozy underwater cave she'd lived in with the otter, near Castle Floret.))
I walked through the forest of Mossflower Wood, towards Redwall. I had decided to go there a while ago, as I had heard even ferrets could be accepted. Humming a cheerful travel song, I walked down the small path only the eyes of someone skilled in the ways of tracking could find. Good thing I'd had a good mentor.
"... and we'll swim pass the fishes,
the fastest in the waters,
none shall ever beat our speed
as we swim in our rivers and seas.
Exploring the world from rivers and streams,
flying underwater past the mountains,
never slowing for the king of Salamandastron!"
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Post by teghan62 on Sept 1, 2003 21:33:57 GMT -5
A powerful, sleek otter plays around in a stream, going no where in particular. Like most otters, she had a sling and pouch of stones. She finally gets out of the stream, and relaxes on the bank, in Mossflower.
She was born at Redwall, but eventually left because she decided to wander a bit. There's nothing special about her, just plain brown fur with a light underside.
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 1, 2003 21:51:30 GMT -5
((Ooh... another otter! I think I'll meet up with her...))
Finishing that song, I began on another, but soon quieted down, and grinned. Water! Time for a swim! I strolled over to where I heard the water, and hopped in, clutching my staff tightly in one of my black hands.((forgot to mention that... she's got black arms, up to just above the elbows. The rest of her body is originally light brown, but she dyes it with crushed bark mixed with herbs and stuff. Sometimes the dyes come out in the water, but she has a dried mixture in her belt bag she keeps wrapped in a waterproof material, just in case.)) After a while of swimming upstream, I noticed something up ahead. Getting closer, I recognized the shape of an otter. I was rather curious at this-I hadn't seen that many real otters growing up-and got closer. I stuck my head above water after a little while.
"Hello," I said. "My name's Daggerstripe Swiftstone. What's yours?"
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Minu
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Post by Minu on Sept 2, 2003 16:30:22 GMT -5
The squirrel sighs, starting to get a bit bored haveing to wait.
"How long have I been sitting in this tree?I lost track after a little while after dawn..."She says to herself.
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 2, 2003 16:36:16 GMT -5
((It's easy to tell that Daggerstripe's a ferret, you know. Especially after a swim. So, if your character decides to shoot at her, I'll understand. She looks like an otter from a distance, though.))
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 2, 2003 18:18:12 GMT -5
*Listens to crickets*
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Post by teghan62 on Sept 2, 2003 18:29:12 GMT -5
Lein, the otter, loads her swing and starts to swing it. "Back off, ferret," she mutters, "Or this stone will find your skull."
She continues to swing the sling, getting faster and faster. "I said back off."
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Minu
Talkative Reader
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Post by Minu on Sept 2, 2003 18:33:28 GMT -5
Finally, the squirrel slowly climbs back down the tree.She sits down at the base of the tree, thinking.
'Should I go to that stream or head towards the Abbey?That stream.I always find somebeast there.'She thinks, a sly grin on her face.(Yes.She confuses me, too.But she's always like this.^^)
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Post by lupe on Sept 2, 2003 18:39:55 GMT -5
((Shwee! Me gonna make a sparrow! She's the desendent of Warbeak! Note: I haven't read the book in a while, so my Sparrow lanauge might be a little off. Lol))
Name: Lalurlie
Race: Sparrow
Apperence: A regular sparrow with a dagger on a strap of leather around her right leg, and very sharp talions.
Bios: Daughter of Warbeak, and just like Warbeak, she loves the mice, ferrets, and everyone in Redwall. She helps out with battle, which is what she uses her tallions and dagger for. Sometimes she also fights with a bow and arrow.
**Lalurlie flies around. She sighs, and lands on a tree bracnh next the stream**
Lalurlie: Hello there! **she calls, and flies down**
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Minu
Talkative Reader
... Boo.
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Post by Minu on Sept 2, 2003 18:43:12 GMT -5
The squirrel stands up, glanceing down at her dagger and nodding to herself.
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Post by lupe on Sept 2, 2003 18:55:39 GMT -5
((One question before futher RPing: What is it that Warbeak made into 'w's or whatever? Like she that weird accent thingie.
Okay, that was confusing. Hopefully someone knows what I'm talking about... o..O))
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Post by teghan62 on Sept 2, 2003 19:06:23 GMT -5
((One question before futher RPing: What is it that Warbeak made into 'w's or whatever? Like she that weird accent thingie. Okay, that was confusing. Hopefully someone knows what I'm talking about... o..O)) OOC: Well, normally sparrows don't use weapons, but I can help oyu on the accent. I'm currently re-reading Mattimeo. "Wormmouse" "Um worms" and things like that. |
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Post by lupe on Sept 2, 2003 19:09:56 GMT -5
OOC: Well, normally sparrows don't use weapons, but I can help oyu on the accent. I'm currently re-reading Mattimeo. "Wormmouse" "Um worms" and things like that. ((Hehe, thanks! I'll be back in a while to RP, gotta take care of a few things...)) |
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Post by LDF on Sept 2, 2003 19:17:40 GMT -5
A young hare sits in a tree, looking down upon the others. She pockets a small dagger, and straps her javelin to her back. A haversack lies on the branch with her, full of berries and other vittles.
"Aye, wot's you up to, ol chaps?" the hare asks, grinning down upon the others. "Th'name is Lernea Lizania Lerfert, but call me Liza!" the hare jumps from her branch, grabbing her haversack.
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