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Post by ghost. on Jan 23, 2019 23:51:58 GMT -5
mossblaze had backed out of the discussion between fallowbreeze and meadowthorn, realizing that he didn't have much if at all to contribute to that conversation, and focused on talking down the rising sense of helplessness threatening to crush him. loud coughing emanating from the medicine den kept him grounded in this dismal reality, and he thought of the deputy- rosestar's mate- fighting what seemed to be a losing battle against the illness that'd claimed too many of his clanmates. he may not live long enough to see his kits open their eyes. stars, he may not live to see them named-
shiverjump's offer to take rosestar's kits in dimly ran though his head, and he swiveled round, reaction almost comical in how delayed it was. "i brought prey-" he proclaimed abruptly before realizing shouting wasn't a good idea. "uh, in case you need it. for the kits and...stuff." the fresh kill pile was running abnormally low, to be honest, though perhaps that was to be expected with so many cats incapacitated from illness. "i could get a few of the healthy apprentices to help get whatever else you might need? or i can do it alone if they're busy." though his tone was still much more hesitant and awkward than what normally came from the loudmouthed younger warrior, it was obvious that he was trying to regain some sort of footing, reestablishing a sense of purpose in the wake of this disaster.
((uhh this didn't turn out good but oh well))
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Jan 24, 2019 0:31:05 GMT -5
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Post by Dingo on Jan 24, 2019 0:31:05 GMT -5
Shiverjump A soft smile graced her muzzle and she leaned forward to touch her nose to each of the kits. They were warm and soft, such tender little creatures. There was no way anyone could just let these lives fall away! Shiverjump let out a purr at Meadowthorn’s rambling and touched the tip of her tail to the she-cat’s muzzle to quiet her.
“No cat can neglect a kit and still call themselves a warrior. I’m sure my two will be glad for new littermates.” How to go about raising them as Rosestar’s kits and not Shiverjump’s - her own - kits would be an issue they could discuss later. Nonetheless, these kits would always have a special place in her heart.
“Rosestar was a noble leader who led us well; it would be foolish of me not to return the favour.” Shiverjump added with a final decisive nod. She would accept Meadowthorn’s request to name one of them, but in due time. With gentle jaws, one by one, she picked the kits up and moved them away from their mother’s body. There was no need for them to feel her cold body, and no doubt they would be desperate for a drink. Come, little ones, be brave little warriors. Shiverjump purred lowly as she tucked the kits into her thick fur. They would know what to look for.
“I’ll sit on a name for a little bit, until their eyes open at the latest, if that’s alright?” She tilted her head toward Meadowthorn as if asking permission.
[So I’m assuming the deputy/Rosestar’s mate is an up for grabs role? Because I have a few ideas depending on any predetermined features he has :3c
And lol rip this doesn’t give me alerts for new posts when I hit send xD ]
Shiverjump Torn from Meadowthorn and the kits by Mossblaze, she blinked gratefully at the young tom. Any prey would be welcome with plenty of kits to look after. She flicked her ears to her nest, gesturing for him to leave anything there - in her usual silent fashion.
“I’ll be alright for now.” She said simply, a thankful glimmer in her eyes.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 24, 2019 15:52:16 GMT -5
Meadowthorn nodded to the she-cat as she took the three kits from Rosestar's side. She watched as the tiny bundles nuzzled up to their new adoptive mother and began to suckle. Meadowthorn let out a shaky breath as she realized that one problem had been solved. The kits would be fine and safe. Now, she needed to let the rest of the clan know. With a look to Mossblaze, she nodded at the tom. "Yes. Take another warrior with you as well. Stay safe out there." She told him before slowly moving towards Rosestar's body. She gave her fur a gentle lick before grabbing her scruff. The golden she-cat slowly pulled the fallen leader out into the clearing. There were wails of shock as the rest of the clan finally got to view Rosestar's body. With the deputy sick, the future was unknown. Meadowthorn gently set her sister down before collapsing beside her. Tears that she had held back suddenly burst forth. It was all the warrior could do to not heave as the pain of loosing her sister became more real. Meadowthorn prayed to StarClan to guide them. To help them through this. How could their clan make it after this?
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 24, 2019 16:08:46 GMT -5
(Ok! So here is what is needed: *Description of Rosestar: you know that Meadowthorn is a golden tabby with green eyes so keep genetics in mind *Description and name of the deputy/Rosestar's mate: this can be whatever and should be done before kit's descriptions *Description of the kits: this cannot be done without Rosestar and the deputy's descriptions because genetics are needed. *Name of the clan: I'm leaving that up to you *Amount of sick cats: like half the clan, 4 or 5 cats? What severity of outbreak are we looking at here. I'll leave that up to the medicine cats *Amount of medicine cats: we currently have one [Fallowbreeze]. We should be open to more as well as apprentices
What we have: *Adoptive mother of the kits [Dingo ] *Number of kits *One medicine cat [Wildclan ] *We have two kits claimed [↢Mօօղցlმძε↣ and ghost. ] so a kit is still open! I do ask that if you are going to have a medicine cat or the deputy role, you do not claim a kit. Leave it open for everyone to have a spot.
The plot as it is now is that there is no one to lead and there are a bunch of sick cats with no cure. We have options! We could still use more medicine cats. And we need sick cats. So! Everything is kind of open.)
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Post by ghost. on Jan 24, 2019 18:57:36 GMT -5
mossblaze: large, stocky warrior with fluffy black fur, changing to a dark brown around his chest and extremities. brash and overly enthusiastic.
(name)kit: lanky, messy-furred kitten with odd split pelt colors, a mixture of black and pale ginger. no personality applicable.
squirrelskip: sleek ginger tabby with amber eyes. somewhat lazy and doesn't seem to take things too seriously, but deeply invested in her clanmates. ○ she's only here to die tbh. right now she's trying to hide her coughing/lack of energy.
fruitpaw: slender black tom with white paws and leaf-green eyes. clever and curious, as well as somewhat of a worrywart. ○ medicine apprentice. he...also exists to get sick from contact with infected cats and die.
((if whateverkit being a chimera is too unlikely or something of the sort, i can change it.)) ((also, i understand if you don't want me to handle a medicine cat apprentice, though fruitpaw is almost definitely going to die.)) ((also also, if making characters just so they die is uncool, that's also fine.))
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 24, 2019 19:56:24 GMT -5
(I'm mostly concerned with Rosestar's pelt color and the deputy's pelt color. But I have no problem with [Blank]kit being a chimera. And apprentice is great! Fruitpaw can be with the sick cats currently! AHAHAHAHA! No! Absolutely no problems! Considering one of my old RPs was going to go through a war and at least one character from each person was going to die, no. No problem.)
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Post by Dingo on Jan 24, 2019 20:30:24 GMT -5
[I don’t have time to reply right now, but would the following be acceptable for Deputy/Rosestar’s boy?
Driftshadow; black tom with snowdusting-esque marks all over his body (think vitiligo), odd green and blue eyes. A battlewise tom with a head for strategy and only one soft spot - his family
As for a clan name may I put forward FeatherClan for vote or something? It just sounds pretty tbh xD ]
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 24, 2019 20:38:44 GMT -5
(Oo! I like the name! Yeah! Sounds good to me! Also, I will take two more names for the clan before putting it to a vote.)
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Jan 25, 2019 8:10:36 GMT -5
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Post by Dingo on Jan 25, 2019 8:10:36 GMT -5
Shiverjump & Raggedlight If not for the kits Shiverjump would have assisted Meadowthorn - best for her new kin. She prayed to StarClan that Driftshadow would soon be strong enough to meet them. The queen softly ushered the kits over to her nest and began to claw Rosestar’s mossy nest into a tight wad; it would have to be removed, just to be safe, for any trace of the illness. Making sure to keep the moss well away from her mouth, she bundled it out of the nursery. An apprentice could dispose of it later, for now she wanted to make sure Rosestar’s kits were full and asleep before anything else.
Just as she settled into her nest two kittens came bursting into the nursery with dirty pelts. Raggedlight followed with a low rumbling purr. He herded the kits over to their mother, with stern words to be gentle at the sight of the newborns - which raises questions; Raggedlight hadn’t been present so he didn’t know. He looked questioningly at his sister, though it wasn’t hard to put it together. They shared a few brief words before Raggedlight left her with all five kits, heading back out into the camp.
Raggedlight was a strong cat, both mentally and physically, but the sight of his leader laid out for good was too much. He wanted to throw his head back and yowl to StarClan. The leader was gone, and Driftshadow’s fate was uncertain, and then many cats were falling horribly ill to a seemingly untreatable sickness. Were their ancestors punishing them? He lingered back, unsure if he could go and share tongues with the leader one last time. If she was carrying the illness, no doubt she wouldn’t want it to spread to her clanmates.
Driftshadow Starry meadows sparkles at his paws, a blur beneath him as he raced through what could only be the hunting grounds of StarClan. He wasn’t dead, not yet, but he wanted answers. StarClan seemed to be pulling him closer every time he ‘visited’; he began to see other cats in the starry land, and they started to notice him. Sometimes they would stare at him with sympathetic eyes, sending fear and anguish rippling through his body. He would not be claimed by StarClan, he had cats relying on him and Rosestar!
The tom bounded across the grass, trying desperately to find any exit from StarClan’s grounds. Beneath his paws the stars started to dwindle until the ground began feeling solid.
Driftshadow awoke with a start in the medicine den. His head throbbed and his chest felt tight, as if it was full of dust. He let out a harsh wheeze, trying to breathe through the dryness of his mouth. Dark spots danced in his vision and he could almost swear he saw Rosestar standing over him, gazing down at him with a pained affection. Driftshadow tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn’t listen to him - he managed to wobble to his knees, barely able to keep his back end up before his body crumpled to the ground again. He was freezing, but felt an uncomfortable heat at the same time.
“Fallow...Fallowbreeze...” Driftshadow managed to rasp, his voice thick and weak, barely more than a whisper. The dark spots seemed to get bigger, and his throat felt as though there was a fluffy kitten lodged inside. He desperately wanted a drink, but he could already feel himself slipping back into what seemed to be a StarClan nightmare.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 25, 2019 13:32:57 GMT -5
Meadowthorn looked up as Raggedlight step out from the nursery. Her hollow eyes gazed at the tom before nuzzling back into her sister's side. There was so much she had to say, so much she had wanted to do for her sister. Even though they were a litter apart, there was no doubt there connection to each other. Rosestar being the only surviving kit of her litter with her brothers dying as apprentices and Meadowthorn being the only kit of hers, they were close. She just wondered what had happened for her to loose all nine of her lives so suddenly.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 25, 2019 13:36:16 GMT -5
(Hey, Dingo! Are you down for a ship between Meadowthorn and Raggedlight? I think they might be cute!
Also, I have an idea for Rosestar's lives, but it's kind of metta. And not really cannon? But it's a possible thing?)
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Post by Dingo on Jan 25, 2019 17:44:57 GMT -5
[ahhh short on time again :0 But I’m down for Meadowlight :D Or Raggedthorn, whichever xD And all ears for Rosestar’s lives!]
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haha edgy characters go brrrr
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Post by ghost. on Jan 25, 2019 18:40:40 GMT -5
fruitpaw, who'd nearly fallen asleep going through their quickly dwindling herb supplies, snapped back to alertness upon hearing Driftshadow's raspy meows. With a little noise of confusion and grogginess, the medicine apprentice padded carefully to the deputy's bedside, face carefully blank as he stepped around the curled-up forms of sick cats. He was unsure who he would find awake, and what state they would be in, so some small part of him sighed in relief as the older tom stared wearily up at nothing in particular. The exhaustion evident on his features was at least better than the alternative- when the sick cats had up to half a day of lucidity, seemingly recovering and a few even recovering their appetites, only to die in their nest shortly afterwards. It was a phenomenon that was far from exclusive to this disease, but that familiarity didn't make it less painfully cruel. "Fallowbreeze isn't here right now, sir." He hesitated, unsure if he wanted to reveal that Rosestar had passed, and ultimately decided he wouldn't bring it up unless the white-spotted warrior asked. "Your kits arrived. Three, all healthy. She's busy taking care of them." Looking at the panting and glazed-over eyes of the deputy, Fruitpaw wasn't even sure how much of what he said sunk in. "Do you think you could keep down water?"
mossblaze nodded, grabbing the aforementioned vole and placing it near the edge of her nest. Rosestar's three kits were distinguishable by their much smaller size rather than their pelt color, but despite the grim circumstances of their birth, they seemed to be doing fine, curled up contentedly next to Shiverjump's own kits. Or, well, he thought it was contentment. It was hard to tell. "Right!" It was then, trekking off to go get another warrior, that Mossblaze realized he had no idea how to identify herbs. Prey, yeah, he could definitely handle that, but the only plants he knew were marigold, comfey, and...cobwebs? No, that wasn't a plant. Well. That was probably a problem. And looking around the camp, there actually weren't many warriors to choose from regardless. Raggedlight was with Meadowthorn, and neither of them were in a state where they could leave, Emberglow was...somewhere? He'd seen him when he came into camp, but couldn't spot him now. And Squirrelskip was patching a hole in the warriors den, only occasionally raising her dark ginger head to look over at the little vigil they were having for Rosestar... stars, even thinking about the phrase "Rosestar's Vigil" was surreal. Other than that, there were only the apprentices, so it looked like he didn't have any option but to go find the tom.
((just gonna put this here: squirrelskip's open for siblings/love interest/friends if anyone wants to torture their oc. fruitpaw as well, though not for the second one, and mossblaze, though he doesn't come with free angst due to not dying in the near future.))
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 25, 2019 22:26:45 GMT -5
(I'm going to work on two more characters. More than likely, another sick warrior and an elder. As for Rosestar, I had an idea where she got sick and didn't tell anyone. The med. cats knew but tried to help keep it a secret. Well, she ended up dying, but since she had her kits inside of her, they [theoretically] should have died too. However, what is Rosestar gave up some of her lives so her kits could live. And the final price for that was for her to die in kitting? Or does that sound too much?)
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Jan 26, 2019 5:44:54 GMT -5
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Post by Dingo on Jan 26, 2019 5:44:54 GMT -5
[ :0 that’s actually a really cool idea. I mean leaders can forfeit their lives or whatever so why shouldn’t she be able to give up lives for kits?]
Raggedlight The big tom mulled over his choices, settling on one after a few seconds. Raggedlight softly moved closer to Rosestar’s body, keeping a small distance between himself and Meadowthorn. Grief could turn a cat wrong.
“She hunts with StarClan, where she can never go hungry again, never has to worry about not being around to watch her kits grow up...She’ll be young and strong, with few worries. Her kin will be by her side as she watches her kits grow up.” He murmured loud enough for Meadowthorn. Focusing on the good things was a good way to deal with things; at least, it certainly helped him.
Driftshadow The speckled tom blinked at Fruitpaw, a look of wild confusion on him. He looked around weakly, at the other sick cats lying in their nests. Oh how desperately he wanted to collapse back into his fitful nightmares. He wished Rosestar would come and visit him in the den, to tell him all about their kittens. The suggestion of water couldn’t sound any better to his dry, cracked throat and mouth. With a weak, but decisive, nod Driftshadow stretched his neck forward. His vision was blurry and spotty, leaving him just about blind, and it was much nicer for the pounding in his head if his eyes were screwed shut.
“Hot...and cold...” He muttered in a tiny voice. Most of what he had done recently was complain about how he felt - fever, headaches, sore belly, everything.
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Challenging. I'm not gonna say what. Just Challenging.
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Post by Wildclan on Jan 26, 2019 13:34:26 GMT -5
( Wildfire* - 🦉 are we still doing the name for the deputy if so I have a name maybe. Azuresky - A large dark gray tom with blue colored eyes. He has a long scar that runs down the side of his face. He has as large dark gray spot over his left eye and dark gray flecks scattered mainly on the haunches of his back. and... could I claim the final kit?)
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Jan 28, 2019 14:14:43 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 28, 2019 14:14:43 GMT -5
(Wildclan - Dingo is the deputy with Driftshadow. And since you are currently RPing the only medicine cat, I'd like to wait for someone else to grab the final kit. Mostly that way as many people as possible are connected and involved.
I will continue then with the plot that Rosestar died to give her kits life. An interesting plot for sure! I will reply in a moment! Sorry about the delay!)
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Jan 28, 2019 17:41:15 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 28, 2019 17:41:15 GMT -5
Meadowthorn raised her eyes to the tom. Slowly, she pushed herself up to better face the larger tom. "She there with our brother, mother, and father. I miss them so much," she whispered. With a quick glance up, she realized that it was just over sunhigh. She let a heavy sigh as she gazed around camp. "There is so much to be done right now. Raggedlight, would you mind sending a patrol to the borders? I know that Mossblaze is taking a few apprentices hunting, so we should be ok." She said. She flicked her tail towards her sister's body. "I know so many want to morn, but we still need to take care of a few things. And it isn't moonrise yet."
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Post by Dingo on Jan 28, 2019 20:42:18 GMT -5
Raggedlight He listened quietly to Meadowthorn, dipping his head as she spoke. With Driftshadow out of commission patrols would be up to the senior warriors, like him, to organise. At least Mossblaze was more organised than he was, and he made a note to thank the younger warrior for stepping up.
“Driftshadow will be back before long, he wouldn’t let himself go without naming a successor.” They were words of encouragement, but even Raggedlight seemed unconvinced by them. With a last nod he stood up and turned away, forcing Rosestar’s body out of his mind. He had seen Emberglow earlier, and Shadepaw sulking over the passing. They’d work for the start of a patrol, maybe he’d find another apprentice. Deaths were often harder in young cats who had little exposure.
“Hey, Shadepaw, are you alright?” Raggedlight spotted the tom and called out to him, a warm look on his face as he padded over. He let his tail rest on Shadepaw’s, hoping to comfort the young cat.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 29, 2019 15:53:43 GMT -5
Meadowthorn nodded to the tom before looking around the camp. She wondered who Driftshadow would choose. Was there anyone that she could think of that would be best for the position? A bit of bias crept in as she thought of Shiverjump in the nursery. She would be good. But with 5 kits, there was no way for her to make her way to talk to StarClan. Plus, she might not be the best. Maybe Emberglow? He was protective and strong. But the more she thought, the more she couldn't see the tom as a leader. More like a senior warrior. Still, who would Driftshadow choose? Would...would he even have time to?
Acorntail let out a rasping cough from the elders' den. The dull brown tom shook his head and blinked his yellow eyes. He swept an irritated gaze over the camp. So many things were going wrong right now. First the sickness. Then loosing Hazelleaf followed by Driftshadow getting sick. Now, Rosestar was dead. How?! He knew she should have lives left! He counted! It made no sense. What was happening? Was StarClan punishing them? For what reason if they were? Maybe there was something or someone that didn't belong. Someone that wasn't welcomed. Maybe a medicine cat did something wrong. Or maybe Rosestar had done something. Cursed the camp by appointing her mate as her deputy then bearing his kits. His lips curled back over his broken teeth. He was far to suspicious of everyone. Still, something had been done to bring on StarClan's rage.
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Jan 31, 2019 15:47:48 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 31, 2019 15:47:48 GMT -5
(Small bump)
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Feb 7, 2019 16:36:34 GMT -5
(Bump. See if anyone is still interested.)
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Feb 7, 2019 16:57:07 GMT -5
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Post by Dingo on Feb 7, 2019 16:57:07 GMT -5
(Waiting on Shadepaw for Raggedlight and Fruitpaw for Driftshadow :0 )
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haha edgy characters go brrrr
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Post by ghost. on Feb 7, 2019 21:55:54 GMT -5
fruitpaw let out a little exhale of relief when Driftshadow didn't immediately vomit the liquid he managed to lap up. He nodded methodically (mostly for the deputy's benefit, as he'd been dealing with the illness for so long he'd memorized the symptoms) as Driftshadow mumbled about the alternate waves of heat and chill hitting him- obviously caused by his fever. Just being near the deputy was enough to make the medicine apprentice feel the heat coming off of him. He had herbs in stock that might help a little, but whether or not the deputy could keep down solid foods was unknown. Mentally going through what he'd need to at least make the symptoms more manageable- juniper berries for stomachache and breathing problems, feverfew for, well, fever, a little bit of tansy for the wheezing- Fruitpaw grabbed a bundle of moss between his chin and chest. "Sir, I'm just getting more water. I'll be back soon." If it was cool enough, maybe he could use a compress on his forehead to bring down the fever, and if not, well. Water was always useful for something. The rather haggard looking tom padded out of the den after washing what he could of the sickness away from his muzzle and paws. Usually bright, eager green eyes were glazed over from exhaustion and worry, and he didn't have the focus or energy to acknowledge any of the other clan members.
((sorry, unexpectedly couldn't access the internet for a while.))
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Post by Dingo on Feb 12, 2019 17:50:15 GMT -5
(Look at me sucking at replying rip)
Driftshadow The warrior absentmindedly watched Fruitpaw skitter about the den, his tongue weakly flicking at the wet ball of moss by his head. The water felt nice on his dry tongue, and he could feel it sliding down his throat. He wanted to gulp it all up as quickly as possible but he could barely draw the strength to even look at the moss ball. He barely noticed Fruitpaw leave, his now dull eyes fixed on the wet lump, hoping that Rosestar would be able to tear herself away from her kits to see him. Oh, Rosestar, if StarClan wills me to die here then I want to at least see you one last time...And the kits, I don’t want my first glimpse of them to be from the stars above! Driftshadow pleaded silently, letting his muzzle rest on the moss. It was much less effort than actively drinking anyway.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Feb 13, 2019 18:31:43 GMT -5
(So for reference, last week was really hard on me! Lol! Ended up getting sick during a big event on my campus. I'm doing better now, but I've been playing a little catch-up. I'll reply soon!)
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Feb 18, 2019 18:38:55 GMT -5
(Gonna bump to see if anyone is still interested?)
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Post by Dingo on Feb 18, 2019 20:17:17 GMT -5
(I’m still into this ;-; )
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Feb 18, 2019 21:09:54 GMT -5
Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Feb 18, 2019 21:09:54 GMT -5
(I appreciate you! Lol! Do you wanna turn this into a one on one? Just us with a bunch of characters?)
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Post by Dingo on Feb 20, 2019 18:31:47 GMT -5
(Ayy I’m down for that c:
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