Rockpup5
Wolf
Accident Child
Knowing what gender you are is for NERDS.
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Post by Rockpup5 on Apr 2, 2009 13:26:55 GMT 12
Yeah?
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Post by magnuseagle123 on Apr 2, 2009 13:32:39 GMT 12
Is there any chance you'd make me a banner, or at least teach me how to make one?
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Rockpup5
Wolf
Accident Child
Knowing what gender you are is for NERDS.
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Post by Rockpup5 on Apr 2, 2009 13:35:11 GMT 12
Sure to both. ^_^
Dunno how to make moving ones, but with MS Paint I can scrape up banners. First thing I did was copy/paste my Rockpup5 wolf banner into MS Paint and black it out, 'cause then I have the basic shape/size template. Then I get the image, and size, and ta-da?
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Post by magnuseagle123 on Apr 2, 2009 13:40:16 GMT 12
Hmm..Alright, awesome. Thanks. ^^
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Rockpup5
Wolf
Accident Child
Knowing what gender you are is for NERDS.
Posts: 5,604
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Post by Rockpup5 on Apr 18, 2009 18:19:05 GMT 12
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Rockpup5
Wolf
Accident Child
Knowing what gender you are is for NERDS.
Posts: 5,604
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Post by Rockpup5 on Jul 8, 2009 15:49:52 GMT 12
~/\~
She was a common alley cat, living in a suburb of Detroit. The news came to her on a night dark, the sky filled with smoke from the auto factories she lived by. A skinny black tom raced by, yowling,
"Meow Mix is dead! Meow Mix is dead!"
The she-cat froze in shock. Meow Mix, the handsome leader of the alleycats...dead? She made for his den, her heart pounding. When she reached the trash can where Meow Mix made his den, she found a solitary tom sitting outside, his head bowed as tears flowed unashamedly down his furry cheeks. She skidded to a halt in front of the gray tabby.
"Tarstripes, is it true? Tell me it's not true!"
"Rosita, I'm afraid it's true...or will be soon. That foul Woodsmoke...when I get my claws on him I'll..."
Rosita left Tarstripes meowing to himself as she dashed into the trashcan. The eyes of Meow Mix still held life, although the ginger-and-gray tom had terrible wounds. "Rosita, love," He greeted her, trying to sound jovial and not half-dead.
"Oh, Meow Mix!" she said, amber eyes brimming with tears, and stopped, unable to speak.
"Don't fear, love, Tarstripes will get you away. Woodsmoke won't get you."
"That's not what I'm worried about, Meow Mix!" she burst out, her meow filled with pain, "I...I...What other cat is as strong as you, as brave as you? I...I need to stay with you."
"Hush, love," Meow Mix spoke sharply, knowing he didn't have long to live, "You must get away, so our kits might survive! Don't argue, Rosita, take Tarstripes and get to the train tracks. Hop a train to anywhere, so long as it's far away from Woodsmoke and his reign."
Rosita looked at her mate with pain-filled eyes, before backing out of the trashcan and fleeing, Tarstripes racing alongside. Meow Mix sighed and laid his head on his paws, shifting to a more comfortable position. The terrible wound that he had not let Rosita see came to light, bleeding feircly. When pawsteps sounded outside the dim circle of light, Meow Mix snarled them off, then closed his eyes. There ended the life of Meow Mix, former House Cat, Disgraced Leader of the Southern Detroit Alleycats, and mate of Rosita.
~/\~
Ashheart snarled in frustration, his tiny tail waving agitatedly back and forth. "You never let me go anywhere, Mum!" he cried out, jerking away from Rosita's soothing tounge.
"Hush, Ashheart, you know full well why I can't let you away from me."
"Yeah, Yeah. I don't see why Rosie can't fulfill this dumb ol' propechy."
"The propecy states that it will be a MALE cat who overturns the reign of terror. 'He who wears the ash and embers of his father's fur shall return to the land of his parents to kill the Wood that burned his father to death, and lead the oppressed into freedom'," the ginger she-cat quoted, turning to groom Rosie, Ashheart's sister. The smaller ginger tabby let her mother groom her without a fight, but rebeliosness sparked in her eyes. Loud pawsteps outside caused all three to crouch in terror and turn towards the enterance to their den, an utility shed in a park.
Tarstripes, missing an ear now, pushed through the cardboard door of their home. He dropped two mice on the cracked wooded floor, and perked up his remaining ear comically. "You all act like Woodsmoke has magically abandoned his kingdom and come to Southern California," he joked, spitting a bit when he spoke Woodsmoke's name.
Rosita glanced sharply at Tarstripes, as if to say 'Stop joking about that monster to my kits.'
Tarstripes gazed steadly back, unfazed, as if to say 'Their getting older, Rosita. They need to be prepared.'
Ashheart looked at the two adult cats, busy in their silent argument, and then at Rosie. They shared a mischief-filled glance, and then crept out the back door of the shed. Once out of earshot, they started play-fighting, Rosie being the evil Woodsmoke, and Ashheart playing the nobel Meow Mix.
"You'll never win the leadership of the Alleycats, foul Woodsmoke!" Ashheart yowled in what he thought a 'noble' tone of voice. Rosita wrigled her tail back and forth and pounced at him, screeching,
"Prepare to die, Meow Mix!" as she batted him with soft paws. A feral growl interupted their playing, and they gazed up in terror at the creature above them. They had never seen a dog, but the tales of fighting stray dogs in the old city had provided them with an acurate description. Two small, evil eyes; Four legs and a tail; a blockish head; and a mouthful of glistening fangs. The image of terror for a cat. The beast looming above them matched this description perfectly. "Dog!!!" they screamed as one, turning about and fleeing towards the shed.
10 pounds of gray tabby fury soared over them and hit the dogs squarely in the face, claws deployed. The brutish dog yelped in pain, shaking it's head violently and attempting to shed it's attacker. Tarstripes hung on with the tenacity of duct tape, as Rosita barreled out of the bushes to join the attack.Rosie clawed her way up a tree, looking down at the sceen with wide, scared eyes. Ashheart stood at the bottom of the tree, his brow troubled and his tiny claws flexing as he tried to decide whether to join in the fight or flee up the tree.
~/\~
((Yay for writers block at the exciting moments! and yes...his name is Meow Mix.
Writers Comments: I hate Ashheart's name. I keep doubling the S instead of the H. Assheart. lawl))
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Rockpup5
Wolf
Accident Child
Knowing what gender you are is for NERDS.
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Post by Rockpup5 on Apr 21, 2010 15:05:40 GMT 12
*blows dust off ancient art thread* Time to put more recent stuff on here! My character, Crow. X3 Holy Pokemon Belt, Ash Ketchum! A new Pokemon appears! It appears to be a Rock/Fire-Type combo! The Rockpup can use both forms with equal ease, and the 'fire' on it's legs is not very advanced. It is puppishly loyal and foolish, and hates being put in Bill's Box on the PC because it feels it is being punished if it is not trotting at your heels. It's paws are humerously large, a indicator of the size of the fully evolved form. It is around the size of a Belgian Malinous, and evolves at Level 17. The Rockhound is more dependant on Rock-type attacks, and the spikey fur on it's back is beginning to grow out and gain color. This form is slightly more independant and will occasionally range off to explore if you are stuck in one place for too long. It is the size of a Siberian Husky and the 'fire' on it's legs come up to about the knee. It evolves at level 55, making it a loooong time before it turns into the crafty Rockwolf. The Rockwolf is the final stage, and uses Fire-type attacks almost exclusevly. The fur on it's back is grown to it's final length, and has aquired a burning red-orange color. The 'fire' is as far up as it is going to go, although there are rumors of very old Rockwolves on whom the 'fire' grows up to the spine. It is now the size of a small Arabian, and some allow their owners to ride them from town to town. This is the most independant of the evolutions, and some towns have a pack of the owned Rockwolves who patrol the borders and prevent wild Pokemon from entering.
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