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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Nov 1, 2017 21:26:14 GMT -5
{Here! c:}
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Post by вєвє on Nov 1, 2017 21:56:11 GMT -5
Yes I’m an practicing eclectic Wiccan sorry for not being on it’s been busy these last few days lol I’ll be on tomorrow, all cats are accepted and I will add them when I can y’all continue your little plots and as long as you keep them balance you can start up really anything as long as it’s realistic and no powers.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 23:41:12 GMT -5
Frostfern was still twitching his jaw and lashing his tail in his sleep, having visions of the attackers still before him. However as he gradually came to, he heard a familiar voice, which wasn't his fellow guard, the prisoner, or Hawktalon. His jaw relaxed slightly as he tried to see what was around him, but his head felt so strange and even when he opened his eyes the entire den looked blurry. Noticing the hazy shape of a cat next to him he moved to step away, too confused to tell it was Applestrike, but only managed to move a bit as his side, too, felt searing pain.
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Post by Neptune on Nov 2, 2017 0:15:01 GMT -5
(Lurk)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 0:21:41 GMT -5
"Augh, I feel like my head' ripped open..." He muttered, recognizing her voice now, but his eyes were still not focused and he feebly rubbed them with his paws. It helped, but only a bit, as everything with his headache and pain and dizziness still looked blurry. He remained quiet before saying, rather loudly. "Tricklestone!" And almsot jumping up, but he had zero energy to actually do so and merely continued to rub his face with his paws.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 2, 2017 18:59:48 GMT -5
Here)
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Post by 🌴𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔🌴 on Nov 2, 2017 19:15:10 GMT -5
(( Hello ))
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Post by 🌴𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔🌴 on Nov 2, 2017 19:18:41 GMT -5
(( It's my first time RPing on this clan so, all my characters are open; want to RP? ))
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Post by sning on Nov 2, 2017 19:23:48 GMT -5
(Eyo you all.)
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Post by sning on Nov 2, 2017 19:27:30 GMT -5
(How are you guys doing? c: )
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Post by sning on Nov 2, 2017 19:29:20 GMT -5
(I just finished writing up a research paper for college and now I am here and playing video games so. I can't complain!)
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Post by sning on Nov 2, 2017 19:43:09 GMT -5
(Ooooooh yea, you know it! It feels SO GOOD to be relaxing this week. Finally...)
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Post by sning on Nov 2, 2017 20:15:01 GMT -5
(It is the BEST feeling in the world honestly. Anyways! If you did wanna RP, I have Hawke. I haven't messed with him in a hot minute.)
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Post by sning on Nov 2, 2017 20:33:43 GMT -5
(Oh boy! His reintroduction and there is instantly trouble! I like it. B] )
Hawke skulked his way through the treetops of the clan's borders, looking for any sign of food or the clan that the "leader" has mentioned she was running. He wasn't looking forward to potentially running into- who was it?- Tricklesomething or other? Tricklerock? It didn't matter, the tom had it out for Hawke anyways. But still, groups of cats meant food, safe water and medical supplies. The dark rogue needed all of these things, food in particular. He couldn't remember the last morsel of meat that he had the pleasure of eating... Just thinking about it him more desperate. Hawke sighed, prepared himself for the rigorous search, and sped up through the trees. He scented the air for any signs of any other cats nearby. That could be the key.
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Post by 🌴𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔🌴 on Nov 2, 2017 21:01:28 GMT -5
(( at class, be back later ))
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Post by sning on Nov 2, 2017 21:13:06 GMT -5
Hawke had to stop himself from jumping at the sudden noises that this new cat made. Did... did she say Briarclan? Hawke let out a sorrowful groan not only for having to deal with yet ANOTHER clan cat, but for him not noticing this one as well! Was he losing his touch or was he just not acquainted with the scent yet? That would to wait, now he had to deal with yet another intruder in his business. "Yea yea yea, I know your spiel. Demand to know who I am and what my business is, I tell you, you tell me to leave, and then we fight. Is that how this was going to go?" The tom spit in disdain, noticing that she was crawling her way up. Huh... if this inability to jump up was consistent, he would have to exploit that. Good to note. Perhaps he didn't have to fight her anyways... charm time? "I have to say, I've seen many beautiful she-cats in my days... You are the first I have seen that mixes beauty and strength." The rogue left this comment hang in the air and kept making his way through the trees, paws light on the branches, HOPING he would be followed.
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Post by sning on Nov 2, 2017 21:13:22 GMT -5
(Aight. Enjoy class!)
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