#bluerp

[souls-of-dead-kids]

FRISK-O-CIDE (OPEN RP)

It’s has been a long time that they lost their physical body. Blue almost forgotten how to walk, since she’s so used to floating. She’s not complaining though, she missed the feeling of being able to eat, to sleep, like a real living person could do.

The entire underground is quiet, and it gives her a uncomfortable vibe. It feels wrong. 

Where are everybody? She thought, Where’s Frisk?

She promised herself that she will try to protect her friend from the other monster’s attack. She took a deep breath, before shouting into the distance,

“FRISK!!! WHERE ARE YOU?”

[bluesquietden-blog]

You had heard the white and speckled cats yesterday. Apparently your brother had ventured outside. How very exciting! You turn to look up at your mother, her big body and warm fur kept you safe...especially from your sister. If you went outside who knows what might happen to you. The fur along your back bristled at the thought.

...B-But you wanted to be brave. Just like mother was in all her stories.

With a gulp, you get to your shaky paws and step over your mothers large tail. Your sister squirms and kicks as you pass her. But her eyes are still shut...she can’t come with you.

The trip across the den takes longer then you would imagine and by the time you reach the opening your tired and even more scared then when you started out. With a deep breath you poke your head out and, for the first time in your short life, see the outside world. 

It’s terrifying.

[bluesquietden-blog]

Let’s Go Find a Dead Body Girls

You stretch and push yourself out from the medicine den. The morning sunlight warms your fur and you shake our your tangled pelt. Your wounds had closed up nicely and you no longer walked with that distinct limp. Today would be the day you set off once again. You nod to yourself and sit yourself down outside the den, waiting to be joined by both Whisperwing and Russetwood.  While you had not told the small band of she-cats the details of your journey they both understood the importance and, you suspected, they were equally humbled to be taking part. 

lizard

[bluesquietden-blog]

Today had been a long one. You had spent your sunrise exploring with Pigeonpaw. Been sort out for advice from both Ruffles and Honeypaw. Spent the sundown hunting and paroling. Frankly you were exhausted. After snatching the largest, plumpest, most delicious looking delicacy from the prey pile you had hidden yourself neatly away under the tree roots. A solitary meal sounded most appealing.  

You were just about to bite down when you heard your fellow clan mates greeting Winterfang as he returned to camp. He passed by your small alcove and you nodded in greeting before turning back to your meal.