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Post by phantomstar57 on May 3, 2021 14:48:23 GMT -5
I am mostly Italian, with some Irish, and a few s drops of German via "Pennsylvania Dutch or more accurately Pennsylvania Deutch!" through my maternal grand mom.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 3, 2021 20:16:11 GMT -5
Ahhh! Makes sense!
Most of my family on both sides are German.
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Post by phantomstar57 on May 4, 2021 10:45:54 GMT -5
Yep like my husband. He is 7/8ths German
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 5, 2021 10:34:40 GMT -5
Yep, sounds like me too! Mostly on my mother's side, but a large part on my father's as well.
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Post by phantomstar57 on May 5, 2021 20:58:48 GMT -5
Yep, sounds like me too! Mostly on my mother's side, but a large part on my father's as well. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 5, 2021 23:40:52 GMT -5
I have Irish and ... French or Italian, I don't remember which ... as the next.
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Post by phantomstar57 on May 6, 2021 18:53:23 GMT -5
Hubby has the 1/8th Welch. I have maybe 1/16th German, and 3/16ths Irish and the rest is Italian.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 6, 2021 23:31:35 GMT -5
Quite an interesting mix there!
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Post by phantomstar57 on May 7, 2021 18:16:35 GMT -5
Quite an interesting mix there! True but my little grandnephew has our side's Italian,, irish and a bit of German, and his granddad's real mix of French, English and lord knows what else, and then on his dad's side Jamaican (I think) and Black. |
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Post by phantomstar57 on Jul 25, 2021 12:50:13 GMT -5
Time for a bumpity bump bump-Phantom's not dead yet!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 25, 2021 17:07:04 GMT -5
Gooooooood!
Life has been crazy over here. Hope you're managing too!
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Post by phantomstar57 on Jul 25, 2021 19:41:03 GMT -5
We are. I am looking forward to fall and winter. Only things good about summer are gardens and swimming!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 26, 2021 7:03:00 GMT -5
Here here! I enjoy it only for ... er ... um ... animals. There are more animals to watch! I had to struggle for that one, whoops.
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Post by phantomstar57 on Aug 27, 2021 12:52:16 GMT -5
But the birds are out year round at the feeders. In big snwostorms we sometimes have 20 cardinals in the yard.
I just hate this summer heart and humidity and I can't wait for fall!
Doing ok but lurking a lot. With all the rain this summer the yard is turning into a jungle, and getting hard to keep under control! Usually August is our "dry" season where hubby even gets a break from mowing the lawn!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 31, 2021 22:43:22 GMT -5
Sending good luck to escape the heat!
Lurking is valid. <3
Over here it's just pretty much fires. I haven't been able to go outside for about two months. Too much smoke.
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#04F9B3
StarClan leader
Name Colour
Featherstar
She could now see that destiny alone could not save RiverClan. - Frostpaw, Wind
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Post by Featherstar on Sept 2, 2021 22:06:26 GMT -5
phantomstar57Are you going to start a new story to follow or take place before this? I really like it.
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Post by phantomstar57 on Sept 3, 2021 17:06:35 GMT -5
phantomstar57 Are you going to start a new story to follow or take place before this? I really like it.
I have done other stories, and the newest, RISING STARS is not finished yet. On this page, wcrpforums.com/thread/971/phantomstars-corner, I have them listed and all you have to do is click the title. You have to scroll down past my "introductions to find the titles. |
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#04F9B3
StarClan leader
Name Colour
Featherstar
She could now see that destiny alone could not save RiverClan. - Frostpaw, Wind
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Post by Featherstar on Sept 3, 2021 18:35:10 GMT -5
phantomstar57 Are you going to start a new story to follow or take place before this? I really like it.
I have done other stories, and the newest, RISING STARS is not finished yet. On this page, wcrpforums.com/thread/971/phantomstars-corner, I have them listed and all you have to do is click the title. You have to scroll down past my "introductions to find the titles. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 5, 2021 6:12:55 GMT -5
And lovely stories they are. Glad to see new readers! |
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Post by phantomstar57 on Sept 5, 2021 12:13:11 GMT -5
And lovely stories they are. Glad to see new readers! |
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Post by phantomstar57 on Sept 26, 2021 10:13:22 GMT -5
I think Fall is actually here. Crisp cool morning and a touch of color in the trees. My Apple trees are right on schedule but the other trees are late!
Still kickin' but been busy. Hoping with winter, I can get back to my writing.
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Post by phantomstar57 on Oct 25, 2021 19:30:32 GMT -5
Still kicking!
Haven't had a lot of spare time lately to write. But makes me very happy I wrote the NEW BLOOD stories when I did. 2014 seems like yesterday but was 7 years ago-- time is passing so fast yet I am slowing down, so it seems life is going 100 miles an hour.
I hope you all are still enjoying the stories that are finished.Eentually I will finish this last one!
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Post by phantomstar57 on Feb 3, 2022 16:58:10 GMT -5
Still here and can't believe its Feb already.
They announced the winners of the contest and I didn't win anything but that's ok. Very short tales are not my forte LOL.
But it is sort of connected with NEW BLOOD so since everything has been announced I am posting it for your enjoyment. Let me know what you think!
TIME THIEF Cool winds cut into Brightpaw’s pelt and she shivered. The rising sun sent gold rays through the bare trees, promising warmth. She trotted toward Snakerocks, with Whitestorm, Longtail and Swiftpaw. Behind them, Yellowfang huffed.
“So, you saw a giant intruder?”
“Yes,” Brightpaw retorted, then lowered her voice in respect. “He smelled like Thunder Clan.”
“Impossible,” Yellowfang snorted.
“Quiet,” Whitestorm hissed. The patrol silenced, and glided ahead on wet ground. Snakerocks appeared, bathed in early morning light. Whitestorm flicked his tail, and everyone froze. Brightpaw quivered, but stayed still.
“There,” she mewed in a whisper, pointing at a crevice in one huge boulder.
In silence, they waited, hearing nothing but the wind. Brightpaw fidgeted. The sun touched the top of Snakerocks, and a huge golden brown tabby tom slipped out of the crevice, carrying a twoleg metal pot in his massive jaws. He headed straight for the crop of precious herbs. The tom lifted his head, his long pelt shimmering in a patch of sun, and with enormous tufted paws, dug up several herbs and placed them, muddy rootball and all, in the pot.
Whitestorm and Longtail hissed.
“Attack?” Brightpaw asked.
“Yes!” Whitestorm plunged forward, and Brightpaw followed, fear rattling inside her chest. That cat looked so powerful.
“Get away from our herbs!” Whitestorm yowled, The brown tabby turned amber eyes to them, and bristled.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His pelt rose, and tail bushed out to incredible size.
“Stop!” Yellowfang yowled, halting the charge.
“Yellowfang,” the brown tabby tom mewed, flicking one tall, tufted ear. “StarClan mentor. I’m Gentleoak, Medicine cat of ThunderClan.”
“You lie,” Whitestorm hissed.
“I don’t,” Gentleoak purred. “In my time, illness and severe Leaf Bare ravaged our herb crops.”
“Your time?” Brightpaw yowled in unison with her Clanmates. She glanced at Yellowfang, who wore a look of astonishment, mingled with deep subconscious recognition.
“Mousedung,” Yellowfang swore. “StarClan allows you to take our herbs? We need them too.”
“I’m sorry,” Gentleoak meowed. “We Maine Coons still fulfil our destiny. I take herbs only from times of plenty, but I’ve made a mistake.”
“Great StarClan,” Yellowfang wheezed. “Maine Coons! Whispering to me visions of a distant future.”
“Yes.” The tom’s imposing size sent ripples of apprehension down Brightpaw’s spine.
“Let him go.” Yellowfang sat down.
“What?” Whitestrm snarled. Longtail lashed his tail.
“I won’t be back,” Gentleoak meowed. “You must keep this secret.”
The breeze carried his scent to them.
“Agreed.” Yellowfang capitulated.
The massive tom picked up the pot, nodded to Yellowfang, and plunged into the crevice, vanishing in a shower of sparks. Brightpaw gaped.
“What’s a Maine Coon?” Swiftpaw asked, eyes round.
“A breed of cat,” Yellowfang snapped.
“What do we tell Bluestar?” Whitestorm asked, his anger gone.
“Rogues robbed our herbs, and we drove them off,” Yellowfang growled, eyes blazing like twin suns. “Agreed?”
“Yes,” Whitestorm agreed, and they trotted back to camp. This secret must be kept, but Brightpaw wondered what might happen if it got out.
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Post by phantomstar57 on Feb 3, 2022 16:58:22 GMT -5
Still here and can't believe its Feb already.
They announced the winners of the contest and I didn't win anything but that's ok. Very short tales are not my forte LOL.
But it is sort of connected with NEW BLOOD so since everything has been announced I am posting it for your enjoyment. Let me know what you think!
TIME THIEF Cool winds cut into Brightpaw’s pelt and she shivered. The rising sun sent gold rays through the bare trees, promising warmth. She trotted toward Snakerocks, with Whitestorm, Longtail and Swiftpaw. Behind them, Yellowfang huffed.
“So, you saw a giant intruder?”
“Yes,” Brightpaw retorted, then lowered her voice in respect. “He smelled like Thunder Clan.”
“Impossible,” Yellowfang snorted.
“Quiet,” Whitestorm hissed. The patrol silenced, and glided ahead on wet ground. Snakerocks appeared, bathed in early morning light. Whitestorm flicked his tail, and everyone froze. Brightpaw quivered, but stayed still.
“There,” she mewed in a whisper, pointing at a crevice in one huge boulder.
In silence, they waited, hearing nothing but the wind. Brightpaw fidgeted. The sun touched the top of Snakerocks, and a huge golden brown tabby tom slipped out of the crevice, carrying a twoleg metal pot in his massive jaws. He headed straight for the crop of precious herbs. The tom lifted his head, his long pelt shimmering in a patch of sun, and with enormous tufted paws, dug up several herbs and placed them, muddy rootball and all, in the pot.
Whitestorm and Longtail hissed.
“Attack?” Brightpaw asked.
“Yes!” Whitestorm plunged forward, and Brightpaw followed, fear rattling inside her chest. That cat looked so powerful.
“Get away from our herbs!” Whitestorm yowled, The brown tabby turned amber eyes to them, and bristled.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His pelt rose, and tail bushed out to incredible size.
“Stop!” Yellowfang yowled, halting the charge.
“Yellowfang,” the brown tabby tom mewed, flicking one tall, tufted ear. “StarClan mentor. I’m Gentleoak, Medicine cat of ThunderClan.”
“You lie,” Whitestorm hissed.
“I don’t,” Gentleoak purred. “In my time, illness and severe Leaf Bare ravaged our herb crops.”
“Your time?” Brightpaw yowled in unison with her Clanmates. She glanced at Yellowfang, who wore a look of astonishment, mingled with deep subconscious recognition.
“Mousedung,” Yellowfang swore. “StarClan allows you to take our herbs? We need them too.”
“I’m sorry,” Gentleoak meowed. “We Maine Coons still fulfil our destiny. I take herbs only from times of plenty, but I’ve made a mistake.”
“Great StarClan,” Yellowfang wheezed. “Maine Coons! Whispering to me visions of a distant future.”
“Yes.” The tom’s imposing size sent ripples of apprehension down Brightpaw’s spine.
“Let him go.” Yellowfang sat down.
“What?” Whitestrm snarled. Longtail lashed his tail.
“I won’t be back,” Gentleoak meowed. “You must keep this secret.”
The breeze carried his scent to them.
“Agreed.” Yellowfang capitulated.
The massive tom picked up the pot, nodded to Yellowfang, and plunged into the crevice, vanishing in a shower of sparks. Brightpaw gaped.
“What’s a Maine Coon?” Swiftpaw asked, eyes round.
“A breed of cat,” Yellowfang snapped.
“What do we tell Bluestar?” Whitestorm asked, his anger gone.
“Rogues robbed our herbs, and we drove them off,” Yellowfang growled, eyes blazing like twin suns. “Agreed?”
“Yes,” Whitestorm agreed, and they trotted back to camp. This secret must be kept, but Brightpaw wondered what might happen if it got out.
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Post by phantomstar57 on Mar 14, 2022 15:24:51 GMT -5
Bumpity bump bump=Phantomstar is still kickin'!
Can't believe I'll be 65 years old this week!!
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Post by phantomstar57 on May 9, 2022 13:43:00 GMT -5
Bumpity bump bump=Phantomstar is still kickin'!
Can't believe I'll be 65 years old this week!! |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2022 20:08:08 GMT -5
Oh my goodness, phantomstar57! it's wonderful! |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2022 20:09:39 GMT -5
Outstanding!
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Post by phantomstar57 on Jul 8, 2022 11:31:05 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2022 19:58:36 GMT -5
You are very welcome, always!
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