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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 31, 2020 15:51:19 GMT -5
(I have Darkfire(Warrior) and Scorchstreak(Elder) Open, if anyone wants to RP) ( 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 You up to Rping Frostpaw and Coalsmoke together.?) (I'm up! Want to post a starter?)
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 31, 2020 15:52:24 GMT -5
(I love that you guys are giving us a whole week! So that we all have a chance to actually be apart of it this time! I hated that I missed the last one. ☺️)
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 31, 2020 15:53:10 GMT -5
(I have Darkfire(Warrior) and Scorchstreak(Elder) Open, if anyone wants to RP) ( 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 You up to Rping Frostpaw and Coalsmoke together.?) (I'm up! Want to post a starter?) Could you post a starter.? I don’t get off work until 7. So I can’t actually do a starter post or respond until then. But I’d love to RP!)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 31, 2020 16:25:13 GMT -5
(Psst. Smore. Might want to check those dates. ) Now that I’ve rewritten this message 3 timesThanks for the heads up, I’ve been so frazzled lately tbh, y’all shouldn’t trust me to be in charge, lol
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 31, 2020 23:33:59 GMT -5
(Psst. Smore. Might want to check those dates. ) Now that I’ve rewritten this message 3 timesThanks for the heads up, I’ve been so frazzled lately tbh, y’all shouldn’t trust me to be in charge, lol Hey, at least ya edit the front page. I haven't touched TTM's in what feels like years. Probably is years. X') )
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 31, 2020 23:38:49 GMT -5
(I'm up! Want to post a starter?) Could you post a starter.? I don’t get off work until 7. So I can’t actually do a starter post or respond until then. But I’d love to RP!) (XD I was in much the same position, but here ya go! Hope it works!) Shadeclaw's tail flicked as she leaned forward, stalking toward the shrew with an intent that really wasn't needed. The prey was more likely to notice her staring more than anything else. Come on, she thought. She just needed to get some sort of food-stuff today. It would be better for everyone if she did. Hopefully if she could just catch it, or maybe chase it into another cat's paws, than everything would be fine. It wasn't long where she felt she couldn't risk the brittle pine needles remaining silent under her paws. It was then that she streaked forward, tail waving behind her. She was trying to go in for the kill, but she didn't think her paws would make it. Thankfully, the shrew escaped in the direction of a nearby bush, where Shadeclaw knew another cat was wait.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 10, 2020 14:33:11 GMT -5
If anyone wants to roleplay, let me know! ^^
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Sept 10, 2020 16:06:04 GMT -5
(Pinedapple is open, Smore.)
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 10, 2020 17:30:19 GMT -5
-- Whiteraven --> Bluetuft ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 )
If Whiteraven had to say there was one thing she wasn't expecting to see today, it would have been a fox sitting politely next to a frog having idle conversation that she could understand wherein the two of them parted ways peacefully. Of course, she didn't see that though, but what she did see led to plenty of initial confusion anyhow.
After all, it wasn't every day one saw a fully grown clanmate chasing after a kit's moss ball... when there weren't any kits around. She had to admit she found it funny to watch. It was like an overgrown kit bouncing around through camp. And who wouldn't take an opportunity to witness something like that? Eventually though, simply watching wasn't satisfying enough, so she stood up and made a move closer to where Bluetuft was currently beating around the toy.
"Is there room for one more in your game?" she called out to him. After all, she hadn't really played with a moss ball since- since she was a kit. What a sad life she was living.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Sept 13, 2020 2:27:34 GMT -5
(I seem to be free again. ^^ )
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 15, 2020 16:48:56 GMT -5
(All my cats except for Bluetuft are open!!)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 15, 2020 16:52:20 GMT -5
Bluetuft
Batting at the little ball of moss, Bluetuft blinked in surprise when someone approached him. Not that he didn’t enjoy the company of his clanmates, Bluetuft liked to think of himself as a rather social and friendly guy, he liked talking to his clanmates, even if some of them could act sour towards him, however despite that he was still a little surprised every time one of them did come up to him. Tilting his head, Bluetuft let out a gentle purr of greeting to Whiteraven as she approached. “Of course!” He answered her, gently batting the ball of moss towards the molly. “I figured it would be okay to use this since we don’t have any kits right now, with Ravenpaw and Sablepaw becoming apprentices, it seemed like a waste just to get rid of a perfectly good moss ball,” Bluetuft explained, eyes trained on the little ball as it rolled over towards Whiteraven’s feet.
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Bisexual
#ffc5c5
Official Queen of Fan Clans
Name Colour
ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Official ThunderClan & ElmClan Leader
Easing back in
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Sept 17, 2020 10:30:36 GMT -5
Tigerstrike didn't push for an early morning today. He felt like it would be a nice treat to sleep in and take the extra energy to train later. Thornpaw was Tigerstrike's apprentice although he had wished Batstar appointed Ravenpaw instead. Despite his wishes, the brown tabby was happy that he was training another young cat. He was aware of why he wouldn't be the best choice for his son, and he merely dealt with it with respect. After all, he was living a life that many wished they could have. His wonderful mate was the deputy of ShadowClan and had given him a son he could be proud of. He was thankful for what he had. While he sometimes wanted more, the warrior knew he had no room to cry about the small injustices or inconveniences he had. Those thoughts often swirled in his head as he resolved to have the best day each day. He knew that his time as a warrior would soon end. He didn't feel as energetic as before. The ShadowClan cat had guessed that he could maybe train one more apprentice after Thornpaw if he was ever given the chance. Envious of Thornpaw's youth, Tigerstrike was determined to push him on the path of a respectful ShadowClan warrior. He would teach him how to be the best he can be while accepting that sometimes others will pass you. With his morning thoughts, the tom had made his way to the den where the apprentices slept. Concluding his daily resolve, the tabby tom peered into the den and with a soft mew, Tigerstrike called for Thornpaw. His head was now clear and the mission for today was to patrol the border near WindClan and teach the young cat about their specific weaknesses. Some battle training mixed with a partial patrol, then ending it with a hunting mission. It would be a well rounded day. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 17, 2020 15:36:35 GMT -5
Batstar @tag | With no one
Quietly padding back into her camp, Batstar looked over the cats in the clearing, making sure none of them were about to fight or something like that. ShadowClan hadn’t had a fight between clanmates since a moon ago with Crowsong and Turtlecloud, and for a few days now, Crowsong had not been her usually spunky self either, in fact Batstar had barely seen the other molly the last few days. Making her way to the fresh kill pile, Batstar dropped down the robin she had caught and sized up the pile. It wasn’t very big right now, however they weren’t dangerously low on food either, still she should probably have Mossynose assign some patrols again soon. Making a mental note to do that, Batstar padded off a little more until she found somewhere quiet to sit and watch as her clan moved around the camp.
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Sept 18, 2020 15:48:21 GMT -5
Pinedapple ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 Batstar) ShadowClan Camp The she cat wandered around camp for something to do, so she grabbed a piece of fresh kill and sat in the shade. Pinedapple gave a sigh and basked in the small amount of sunlight coming through the openings in the trees. She thought about how the drought made prey harder to find, especially for RiverClan. It must be hard to find fish.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 18, 2020 22:10:48 GMT -5
Batstar
Spotting Pinedapple not far off, Batstar stood back up and started to walk over towards the molly. “Pinedapple, I hope you’re well rested,” the leader mewed out in greeting, settling down beside Pinedapple. “We’re running low enough on food for the clan that I was hoping you would be willing to go hunting,” she explained, glancing around the camp until her eyes fell on the young warrior grooming himself by the warrior’s den. “Take Nightingalefrost with you, I think he could use the distraction,” Batstar explained. After all, Nightingalefrost had been the warrior to find Minksneeze and Silverbirch, Batstar imagined that it must’ve been hard on such a young warrior, hopefully going hunting would help distract him from it all.
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Non-binary
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 19, 2020 14:30:48 GMT -5
Newtfur With Turtlecloud Camp The molly had been focused on the prey in front of her, lightly tearing at the lizard. She wasn't too interested in eating though, it wasn't as satisfying as hunting or fighting but she needed to eat to be able to do anything. After there wasn't much left from the food, she quickly discarded it and went searching for something to do. She couldn't stand still in camp much longer, it would drive her mad if she did. There had to be some cat around here she could drag out of camp with her. Her options were rather slim though, having let herself be known as the grouchy older warrior who cared little for how others felt. She was about to approach one set of cats until something else caught her eyes. Turtlecloud. She hadn't had much interaction with her, being nearly half the other molly's age. She straightened herself up and sauntered over, coming to a standstill in front of her.
"Turtlecloud..." She dragged on the end of the warrior's prefix, looking over what she was doing. It didn't seem important, at all. Actually, she wasn't too sure she was doing anything noteworthy. She can't be if she's just idling in camp, she's probably looking for someone to come scoop her off and give her guidance. Oh, how little Newtfur knew about her clanmate. "You seem to be..." She once more dragged it out, looking her up and down to make it known she wasn't being friendly, just formal. "Busy, I suppose. I have a better proposition for you though, something more than just standing around. Something with purpose." Could she be any more harsh with her words? "I suggest we go hunting, the prey pile will not grow any bigger with warriors milling around." 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Sept 19, 2020 17:31:41 GMT -5
Batstar
Spotting Pinedapple not far off, Batstar stood back up and started to walk over towards the molly. “Pinedapple, I hope you’re well rested,” the leader mewed out in greeting, settling down beside Pinedapple. “We’re running low enough on food for the clan that I was hoping you would be willing to go hunting,” she explained, glancing around the camp until her eyes fell on the young warrior grooming himself by the warrior’s den. “Take Nightingalefrost with you, I think he could use the distraction,” Batstar explained. After all, Nightingalefrost had been the warrior to find Minksneeze and Silverbirch, Batstar imagined that it must’ve been hard on such a young warrior, hopefully going hunting would help distract him from it all. Pinedapple dipped her head in response. “Yes, Batstar. I will go find him,” she replied. The she cat went to find the tom cat so that they could go hunting for more food.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 21, 2020 3:52:48 GMT -5
Turtlecloud
As a matter of fact, Turtlecloud was busy, busy trying to manage the mangy coat she called fur, personally Turtlecloud blamed her father for this, Driftspirit had a thick pelt, one barely maintainable, and that was what he had passed down to Turtlecloud, the curse of a terribly thick coat until she grew old enough that it began to thin and she could finally move around without it sticking out in every direction. However apparently that wasn’t something her clanmates worried about as Newtfur was already rudely interrupting her struggle with her fur to go on about something or another. Turtlecloud hadn’t spoken much to Newtfur throughout her life, she was just another warrior and just because they shared a clan didn’t mean they had to all be friends, however despite this, Turtlecloud figured she might as well hear the other molly out. “Hunting?” Turtlecloud repeated, resisting the urge to groan, she enjoyed hunting of course, but she was a little busy, couldn’t anyone else do that? No apparently not. “...Alright, fine, where are we going?” She asked, turning her dark, olive green gaze upon Newtfur.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 21, 2020 3:56:50 GMT -5
Nightingalefrost
Nightingalefrost was currently sitting outside the warrior’s den, grooming his snowy white paws, however his tuft ears were perked towards Batstar, listening in as soon as his name had been called. He didn’t like to eavesdrop, especially not on his leader, however he couldn’t help the fact that he had incredibly good hearing and got curious once his name was mentioned. Luckily it seemed like he wasn’t in trouble, he was just needing for some hunting. Speaking of which... Looking up from his paw, Nightingalefrost watched as Pinedapple began her search for him, flicking his tail towards her to get her attention. “Pinedapple, I’m over here!” He called out towards the molly, flicking his tail again to get her attention.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 21, 2020 4:02:40 GMT -5
Batstar
Once Batstar had sent Pinedapple on her way, the tiny, big eared molly turned her gaze upon the apprentice’s den, she had spent a great deal pondering this recently, with how many predators had made themselves comfortable within ShadowClan’s territory as of late. It wasn’t just the predators either, tensions were high among her clanmates and the drought was getting worse by the day, by now Batstar wasn’t sure how much longer the marsh could handle this. Perhaps it was time for a visit to the moonstone, besides the clan had a couple older apprentices that were ready for their trip to Highstones. Sighing, Batstar got up to her feet and padded over towards the den, their mentors would understand of course, this was something that needed to be done. Once outside the den, Batstar paused before entering. The last time she had gotten an apprentice from the den, she had spooked the boy boy out of his skin, she didn’t want to do that again, so instead she sat outside the den and cleared her throat, calling down inside. “Mudpaw, Thornpaw, Mantispaw, it’s time to get up!” She called, hoping her voice was loud enough to wake up the apprentices inside. However she paused once she noticed Tigerstrike waiting for his apprentice as well. “Oh, sorry Tigerstrike, I hadn’t seen you there, are you training with Thornpaw today? I was hoping to take the senior apprentices with me later, if that’s okay.”
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renaissance
♥ 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 ♥
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Post by renaissance on Sept 21, 2020 9:42:35 GMT -5
( hello everyone :3 ) (looks like it's morning, so I'll roll with that)
Muddysplash - Open Muddysplash slipped out from under the branches of the bramble bush warriors den, her back arching and claws curling slowly into the soft earth. It was past sunhigh but it wasn't uncharacteristic for the brown and white she-cat to sleep through dawn unless she was specifically woken for a patrol. She padded a bit aways and then flopped onto her side in a pacth of sunlight, stretching out and turning her head to begin grooming her pelt. Muddysplash loved lounging in the sun and even in the hot weather of the ongoing drought she could enjoy it. She was more likely to appreciate the shade when she was up and about, on a border patrol or hunting, as it was easy to get worn out being active in the heat. Of course, she was comfortable in the dark. She was a ShadowClan warrior, obviously, and she could move through the shadows with ease. Although for resting and being comfortable, the sun was definitely the best.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Sept 21, 2020 11:50:23 GMT -5
MANTISPAWin camp, with batstar, mudpaw, and thornpaw__________________________________
What time was it? Harsh light filtered through the boughs of the apprentices den, washing over Mantispaw in hazy red waves. Even rapid blinking could not eschew the sudden brightness of the morning. She was up. Alert. Ready for the day. What was the day? Mantispaw was uncertain, she was barely awake, but she was ready, whichever day it was and whatever adventures it would bring.
The pale calico she-cat flailed about in her nest for a few seconds. Removing tangles of moss from her fur; removing fur tangles and depositing them in the moss. As she hastily groomed several important facts registered.
1. She had been awoken by the sound of her name. It had been a she-cats voice, flung fast and projectile-like across the clearing. Not her mentors voice. Too harsh for that. Too abrupt. Too piercing. Too much like the daylight. Batstar. It was Batstar. Beautiful and terrifying Batshat. Oh god, what did she do now?
2. She was not the only one rousing. In fact, Mudpaw and Thrornpaw were both clambering out of their nests. Furballs arising from the grave of sleep. Tufts of fur sticking up at all the wrong angles, improperly drawn tangent lines, eyes blinking against the light as hers had moments before. Mantispaw remembered that her name had not been the only one uttered in the sentence. She didn't pick up on the others though. She was still asleep. Or half-asleep? Basically asleep. Mudpaw and Thornpaw must have been included in the call. Why?
3. OH STARCLAN, IT'S MOONSTONE DAY. RIGHT. Oh, how could she have forgotten?
Mantispaw threw herself out of the den, tumbling over her own paws and only half put-together, silken fur catching on moss and dust as she entered the clearing. "Batstar! Hi! Oh, wait, no - uh - hello, ma'am. Apologies, so sorry to keep you waiting."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 21, 2020 12:45:51 GMT -5
Driftspirit
Even though Driftspirit knew that his brother was okay, he still couldn’t help but worry for him. Silverbirch was only as old as Driftspirit was and already had moved to the elder’s den after that monster attack. Was it really time for Driftspirit to move in as well? His mate was an elder by now, maybe Driftspirit should consider retirement... Shaking his head, Driftspirit ignored those thoughts and padded out of the warrior’s den, he might be getting up there but he was still plenty spry, he liked to think that he had quite a lot of moons left in him before his aging bones became too old to continue. He needed to prove that somehow. Maybe a hunt. Glancing around camp, Driftspirit quickly spotted Muddysplash in the sun and started over towards the younger warrior. “Morning Muddysplash, did you sleep well?” Driftspirit asked kindly as he sat down beside her.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 21, 2020 12:52:20 GMT -5
Crowsong
Honestly, Crowsong was fine. Really she was, however despite the fox attack not doing any real damage, she still hadn’t quite fell as...well quite as ready to fight as she had before, not to mention she was dealing with some other things beside the attack that her her worried, and while she didn’t want to worry anyone else yet, Crowsong did think it was a good idea to at least to see Minksneeze about this. So, glancing around the camp, Crowsong waited until she was sure there was no one that would question her, and hurried across the camp to the medicine cat den. She didn’t need the whole clan knowing that she was a little concerned about her health, they’d laugh at her or something like that. Without announcing her presence, Crowsong padded into the den and cleared her throat as she looked around. “...Minksneeze? Are you here?” She asked, voice echoing throughout the den. Hopefully no one else was here too though.
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renaissance
♥ 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 ♥
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Post by renaissance on Sept 21, 2020 13:20:32 GMT -5
Muddysplash | w/ Driftspirit
Upon hearing the soft sound of paw steps approaching her patch of sun, Muddysplash lifted her head to see Driftspirit sitting down beside her. "Driftspirit," She purred in response to his greeting, blinking warmly at the older warrior. She'd always viewed him as a fine warrior and he was steadily getting older. Probably wouldn't be long before he retired and settled into the elders den. "Oh, I slept just fine. I only woke up a few moments before you." She answered, shifting and pulling herself to a sitting position so she could better face the tom as they spoke.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 21, 2020 13:29:05 GMT -5
Driftspirit
Driftspirit purred in acknowledgement. “Good good...you know, back when I was first a warrior I was always the first one to get up,” he explained, taking a moment to look back at his body. When he had been younger he had been a strong, agile warrior, now his body was old and stiff, he woke up a little later each morning. “I don’t know who wakes up first anymore though,” he added in a softer voice as he glanced back towards the warrior’s den, it was hard for him to admit that his glory days were slowly falling behind him. “Anyway-“ he straightened up, looking back over to Muddysplash. “I think that’s enough reminiscing, how would you feel about a hunt down by Murky Pond today, eh? I used to catch all different sizes of frogs there,” he explained with a smile.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 21, 2020 16:50:55 GMT -5
(If anyone else wants to roleplay, I still have Chipmunkchirp and Ravenpaw open!)
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Asexual
internet boi
Sol
Not dead apparently
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Post by Sol on Sept 21, 2020 17:08:20 GMT -5
S'more,I'm open! You want to post the starter or should I (i'll roleplay with chipmunkchip by the way)?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 21, 2020 17:16:07 GMT -5
(Would you mind posting a starter please? I’ve got some other replies I need to work on as well!)
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