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Post by aquatail on Mar 5, 2024 1:10:33 GMT -5
Berryblossom
She was chilling in the nursery enjoying the quiet and saw shadecreek. He trotted up to her and she smiled. Heavy with her kits she lay there. At the moment she was concealed to the nursery and was bored out of her mind. she was glad to have someone to talk to.
So Sorry for the late response Junospower !!
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Post by Sand on Mar 6, 2024 15:24:16 GMT -5
Whimbrelstep abandoned cabin — accompanied by: Furzestomp she/her - warrior
 Whimbrelstep let out a mrrow of amusement, knowing for once that Furzestomp was completely transfixed on her. It wasn't often that she knew her mate was amazed by her, but when she did know, she appreciated it. It made her feel warm, fuzzy, and tender on the inside. He truly cared for her which she couldn't be more grateful for. Her mate was everything to her-- and so was their kit, Hazelpaw. Surely he was out training with his mentor or another warrior by now. There was no need for her to worry about their kit anyways. Hazelpaw was well-behaved after all.
The brown spotted tabby bumped her head against Furzestomp's shoulder gently right before he flopped down. As he bat at her whiskers, her pink nose crinkled instinctively. "You do have a good point there. They chose to leave us behind, so we might as well use our free time to do whatever we want," she mewed while his paw was pressed against her cheek. Whimbrelstep stuck out her tongue as her nose began to itch. "Where do you think they went off to by now?"
She lay down next to the fluffy white tom before beginning to paw at his cheek playfully. "What do you think Hazelpaw is up to?" she asked, looking into the tom's green eyes. Whimbrelstep felt so comfortable next to mate that she didn't even want to think of getting up and going back to camp. This moment was perfect for her and it was what she wanted.
[ tags: 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 | image credit: pinterest germany ]
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Post by Dew on Mar 7, 2024 21:59:48 GMT -5
Garlicpaw
Serene Pool | Messing around with Badgerpaw | Sand
Garlicpaw chased Badgerpaw out of the water, panting as well as they exited the lake. You could tell that the younger tom hadn't had much practice, but he could still swim, and fast enough that she didn't catch up right away. Garlicpaw took another look at her surroundings, astonished at how beautiful it was here. The one thing she hated about swimming though, was the getting out part. Now she was very wet. Garlicpaw sat down, giving her chest a few quick licks before she started on her back, then her side. "What next? You got any ideas?" Badgerpaw asked her. " Hm. I mean - we could hunt, but that means we would probably have to leave, and we wouldn't be able to sneak back into camp detected. " She mused, getting into a more comfortable position. "We could tell storys, or battle train" She said, flexing her claws.
{ Sorry for the late response! It has been a pretty busy week and I just haven't had the time! Hopefully this weekend I will be around more} |
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Post by whispering on Mar 10, 2024 13:50:27 GMT -5
Curl-leaf
shallow lake // with sweetripple 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
The pitch in the molly's meow was enough to confirm that she'd seen his kit-like act. Embarrassment swept through Curl-leaf like fire, and he looked down at his paws, ears drooping. Mouse-brain. If only he could scurry away now as the beetle had, but that would make him look even more ridiculous; there was no running back now. The curly-haired tom nodded in understanding, the remains of his self-consciousness vanishing in a flick of his tail. "Ah, trouble sleeping, is it something that has persisted? You could stop by for poppy seeds if you'd like, though, I won't allow it for more than two nights."
"But if not, I've got time to lend an ear. A specific dream? A message from our ancestors?" When Curl-leaf had joined PineClan, he was interested in Tanglewhisker and herbs. But his faith in their warrior ancestors was a trait that developed over time. The young tom would scrunch his nose at the idea of sleeping to meet a bunch of dead cats. Surely they were only just that, dreams? Don't be a mouse-brain. Tanglewhisker told him. Don't be one yourself. Curl-leaf wanted to reply, but he'd kept his tongue in fear of being punished by the older warrior. Only a kit could believe such a tale as StarClan. But then it happened. Curl-leaf had his first vision that soon came true. A coincidence, the black and white tom had shrugged then. But he wasn't sure he believed it. And he realized it wasn't just a kits' tale when he met a starry ancestor one night in the PineClan camp. Awake. Only then, did the medicine cat begin to believe, and he never doubted them again. Now, his connection to StarClan was as strong as it could be. Well, perhaps not as strong as his knowledge, but it was an advance from where he started. And a good thing that it came, clan cats weren't quite fond of having a faithless medicine cat.
"What? Me? Er, just collecting herbs." Curl-leaf replied, snapping from his thoughts and averting his gaze across the rippling lake. He was here to spend some quality time alone, but he didn't mind the calico molly's company. "Sometimes it's better to collect them before the sun rises, too much sun dries the plant out faster."
The closeness of Velvetshade against her sent a ripple of energy through the molly that screamed for more and wailed when he moved away. A part of her was sure she would melt at his touch. But she kept her composure, the sly grin across her maw the slightest giveaway that she enjoyed the spotted tom's display. Instead, Ebonyflower rose to her paws and extended her limbs into a stretch. She whisked her tail beneath his chin as she headed toward the camp entrance. "Of course not, I'm always focused." The molly purred, glancing over her shoulder mischievously. "I'm more worried you will have trouble focusing with a distraction such as myself." Some patrol would be if their flirting continued.
Ebonyflower led the way into the forest, enjoying the sunlight that shone down on her in dapples from the tall tree limbs. Her pale yellow eyes flickering to and fro, attentive to their surroundings. All the previous steaminess between Velvetshade and herself vanished all her focus on the patrol.
After a long leaf-bare, newleaf was finally arriving. It would bring warmer weather, prey, kits, and new life to the forest. But it could also bring trouble. The she-cat led the way south of their territory- toward Deadwood. A once vacant and dead area of PineClan. Her father told her at a point they'd considered leaving it be after the fire, but their leader insisted on keeping it. And a good thing they did. After seasons of emptiness, greenery, and animals were returning to Deadwood. But just a few seasons, during her apprenticeship, rogues had often made their home near the area. And Ebonyflower had suspicions that the rebirth of nature would attract these cats again. And that was something she could not allow. The war with the rouges had been a painful time for PineClan. Many lives were lost, and injuries were dealt with due to meaningless border scrimmages. And then it went quiet. Too quiet, in her opinion. This was why she often volunteered to patrol the southernmost borders because if anything were to happen, Ebonyflower wanted to know about it.
A twig snapped in the distance and she paused, paw raised mid-step, signaling with her tail for her patrolmate to do the same. She gazed into the looming dark forest ahead them and drank in the air. Immediately, she picked up the strong scent of a passing deer and more weaker, fox.
"Stay alert." She ordered, before continuing into deadwood. "A fox passed through recently. I wouldn't want to put you at risk for saving." Ebonyflower added on a lighter note with a purr.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 12, 2024 20:36:47 GMT -5
Velvetshade »
Velvetshade rolled his eyes at Ebonyflower’s comment, his actions all in jest, a simple mocking annoyance when amusement lit up his eyes and silent laughter twitched against his whiskers. His gaze connected with the molly’s pale one, his tail curling over his back. Ebonyflower truly was a beautiful cat, and any tom would be lucky to have such an eye-catching molly at their side, but Velvetshade was not that tom. He never would be. He could play the game of padding after her all moon and get the entire Clan gossiping about their ‘budding relationship’, but at the end of the day, Ebonyflower meant nothing to him. She was just another Clanmate. She was nothing special. She was just another cat on Velvetshade’s ever growing list of hearts broken.
But for now, Velvetshade was going to play his game. If Ebonyflower was willing then he was chasing.
Fluid motions guided Velvetshade through the forest. Sunlight dappled across his pelt, exposing the shine throughout his fur. ”Your beauty outweighs the sights of newleaf, but I can still keep my wits about me,” he purred smoothly, voice rich and deep, calming like the blooming scents that wafted throughout the forest.
Vibrant pines and newly budding alder trees slowly gave way to ash-ridden tree stumps and dim gray bushes. The two dark-furred felines were encroaching onto the land of Deadwood, a once lush area of forest with dense leaves and plentiful hunting - or so Velvetshade had been told by the older cats of the Clan. The fire that had burned through this part of the forest had happened before the rosette-splashed tom had been born, and the signs of the disaster still lay heavy on the land; however, a flash of green here and there was a sharp contrast against the gray shadows of the devastated woodland. Life was beginning to bloom here once more, and where there was life, there would soon be plentiful hunting and rich territory once more. To the cats that had rallied the former leader into keeping this part of the territory, Velvetshade sent out his silent gratitude.
Though life was sprouting anew in the Deadwood, a silent eeriness still gripped the land in steely talons. The fire had brought forth destruction and death in this area, and alongside all that it had also brought the presence of rogues. They were wily creatures, hungry for their own prey-rich land. Ambition sharpened their claws and greed flashed their teeth. Many battles had been fought in this fire ravaged land. Lives had been lost, families destroyed.
Velvetshade paused in his steps just behind Ebonyflower. A ghostly flash of pale brown caught in his peripheral. The haunting scent of dandelion and redwood tickled at his nose.
This was where he had met a lovely rogue molly who danced as she walked and sung as she spoke. A storyteller and dreamer at heart, she could say anything and turn it into an enchanting fairytale. Velvetshade had found her fascinating. Until one day she came to him with the heaviness of kits in her steps.
Velvetshade still remembered the look of pure pain on Mugwort’s face when he told her that the kits meant nothing to him. That she meant nothing to him. He had been enchanted by the beautiful rogue, he wouldn’t deny himself that truth, but all he had been infatuated with was the adrenaline rush of being with a cat outside of his own Clan.
He had never seen Mugwort after that day. Looking around the Deadwood, he wondered for the first time in a long time how she was doing, and in the back of his mind, he briefly wondered how their kits had turned out.
Heavy thoughts like those dulled his attention to the present. Velvetshade barely missed Ebonyflower’s hissed warning. ”Fox?” He questioned, eyes flitting about and ears swiveling left and right as if he expected the creature to reveal itself right in front of them. When the tom saw no sign of a fox right away, he relaxed while remaining on guard, claws unsheathing. ”You won’t need to worry about me. Need I remind you just how well my battle skills are?” Fox scent now tickled at his nose, but Velvetshade could tell that the canine had passed through hours before they had. It could still be nearby, but Velvetshade wasn’t as worried as he could have been. If they did happen to run into the fox then surely the two of them could handle it. For what it was worth, Velvetshade was rather skilled in battle - he used his swift feet and agile body to twist and dodge and to strike quickly. The tom wasn’t a heavy hitter, but he was fast and hard to strike. A single fox had nothing on him.
A sly smirk curled his lips. ”Your battle skills are surely as enchanting as you are,” he purred, padding in front of the molly to brush his pelt against hers, praising himself inwardly for his suaveness even in the face of potential danger.
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Post by aquatail on Mar 18, 2024 15:20:14 GMT -5
Hey is anyone open for sparrowfang?
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 18, 2024 17:02:08 GMT -5
I have Muskie and Fleabite still open! They are rogues though if that changes anything for ya
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Post by aquatail on Mar 18, 2024 23:48:22 GMT -5
Where would they be? Like in the forest?
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 19, 2024 2:07:00 GMT -5
[ i has been accepted >:3 ] |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 19, 2024 15:26:49 GMT -5
Where would they be? Like in the forest? yeah just out and about! Probably near the abandoned railroad most likely o: |
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Post by aquatail on Mar 19, 2024 15:27:45 GMT -5
I'll put up a starter soon
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 19, 2024 16:02:15 GMT -5
i’ll do some starters tonight when im home from work :3 |
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Post by aquatail on Mar 20, 2024 0:42:39 GMT -5
Sparrowfang
He was about to catch a plump looking mouse when the bushes rusted and a cat strolled past him. He yowled a protest" I was about to catch that" when he saw this cat was not from the clan. He was near the railroad and there wasn't a second cat in sight. So he carefully approached them. "Who are you!"
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 20, 2024 20:50:47 GMT -5
Fleabite »
”I suppose you’re old enough to hunt alone now, but whatever you do, do not cross into Clan territory.”
Muskie’s stern words rang in Fleabite’s mind, a repeated mantra glued to all her thoughts, as the young molly explored the shady pines. She had been here quite a few times before with Muskie at her side, but this was the first time she had ever been allowed to venture out on her own. Some other cat had always been with her, and while she more than enjoyed the company of others, like any young cat, Fleabite had been eager to get out on her own. As soon as she had opened her eyes this morning and became aware of the clear blue sky and inviting warmth in the air, the spotted feline had begged for Muskie to let her out on her own. He had been reluctant at first, coming up with every excuse that he could, but when Fleabite looked up at the tom with her bright blue eyes watery with a silent plea, he had given in. He had still been reluctant, worried as he always was about her, but he had allowed her to finally explore on her own.
The young molly was determined to listen to Muskie’s one rule. What sort of grandkit would she be if she went against the one rule she had to follow on her first day out by herself? A pretty pathetic one for sure.
Yet as she traveled deeper into the pines and closer to the now forever silent thunderpath, Fleabite could only feel wonder and excitement about what lay behind.
But no, she would keep her promise to Muskie. Her paws would not be crossing onto Clan land today.
Then a mouse darted out in front of her.
Muskie likes mouse! Was the first thought that ran through Fleabite’s mind. She didn’t even stop to consider the fact that she had never caught prey before, but instinct guided her paws and away she went.
Paws crunched across the ground, Fleabite not even noticing when she passed the odd metal thunderpath and entered into the Clan’s portion of pine forest. All she cared about was the mouse, blue eyes narrowed and completely focused on the rodent darting through fallen pine needles and leaf litter ahead of her. Fleabite was gaining on the creature, every part of her trembling as adrenaline coursed through her bloodstream. Just a little closer…almost there…
”Who are you?!”
That was not a voice she recognized, and it most certainly was not the mouse asking who she was.
Panic paralyzed the molly’s limbs as she came to a completely cold stop. Her head swiveled on tense shoulders, her nape and tail puffing out like the sharp pine needles above. Not too far off was a young tomcat painted in various shades of black and gray. This was not a cat she knew.
Panic tightened her throat. Surely this was a Clan cat. Fleabite knew now that she had crossed the border. It had been unintentional, but what would this Clan cat do to her? What would Muskie do if he found out about this?
Fleabite stayed where she was, unable to move in her panic. ”I…I…I’m so-sorry! I was just…just, uh, ah,” she squeaked, ears flattening against her cranium. The only movement she could make was her lowering herself to the ground. She wasn’t a threat! Hopefully the Clan cat could recognize that.
”My name’s Fleabite,” she mewed, voice still shaking. ”I’m very…very sorry,” she repeated, hoping over and over again that this tomcat would not be hostile. She’d never be allowed out again if she came back home battered and bruised. And she didn’t even want to think about how Muskie would feel if she didn’t come home at all.
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Post by aquatail on Mar 20, 2024 23:55:19 GMT -5
Sparrowfang fleabite(Feathertalon)
He wasn't sure what to make of this strange cat on HIS territory. The cat looked scared so he played the powerful role he seemed. He circled around her growling slightly."why are you on our territory" he said to the Molly menacingly. Then realised she was trembling and softened his tone. "Are you ok? you look a bit shaken" he quite liked this she cat. She was a pretty snowy white Molly with leopard like patches. He hoped he hadn't sounded too hostile. She was tiny and looked very young and fragile.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 21, 2024 1:07:20 GMT -5
I have all four of my kitties open if anyone wants to write :3
If i don't do any starters tonight and someone's interested i offer to make a starter tmrw <3 |
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Post by aquatail on Mar 21, 2024 2:25:58 GMT -5
Needleflare is open if you want to interact
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 21, 2024 2:30:02 GMT -5
do you have a preference on who i use? :3
I have rookpaw, windshear, charcoalblaze and slateflicker :3 |
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Post by aquatail on Mar 21, 2024 2:43:17 GMT -5
Whichever you pick I'm fine with  |
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Post by aquatail on Mar 21, 2024 2:55:24 GMT -5
It might be interesting if it was charcoalblaze tho
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 21, 2024 19:49:35 GMT -5
(Few of my cats are open as well)
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 21, 2024 20:40:56 GMT -5
Fleabite »
Fleabite trembled underneath her pelt, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. Blue eyes were round with nervous fear, tail bushed like pine needles. On a typical day - if Muskie was at her side - she’d be more inclined to put herself forward and be friendly toward the Clan cat. But she was alone and the black and gray tom was making her painfully aware of her predicament.
Frantically she looked around, hoping that there would be a way to rush past the tomcat and get back to her side of the thunderpath. He was circling her like a buzzard on the scent of crowfood. Never before had she felt like prey, but now that she knew how hard prey’s heart beat and how dry their throat became, how desperate they were to escape and live… She suddenly felt bad for the mouse she was chasing. Bad for all the prey she had ever eaten. If her own life didn’t depend on the deaths of other animals then she’d swear right here and right now that she’d never eat another living creature ever again.
Assuming she made it out of this circling predator’s trap.
An answer struggled to form. Fleabite wanted to answer his question, wanted to tell him that she had accidentally crossed the border trying to catch her first mouse, but the words evaded her. This Clan cat was probably going to attack her no matter what she did or said, and saying she was trying to take a mouse would probably only add to the suffering she was bound to face at his claws.
But then his voice softened and his pacing stopped. The tom’s words switched from menacing to gentle. Fleabite found the energy to take a step back. This was an odd turn of events, something she had not expected. From hostile to civil so quick… Was he trying to play a trick on her? Muskie would believe that to be the case, but Fleabite wasn’t so sure. Perhaps she should test the waters, figure out if this tom was really playing nice or just trying to lure her into a false sense of security. ”Are you going to hurt me?” It was a bold question, but it was the only thing that she could muster out. Fleabite realized just how easily it could be for the tomcat to lie to her, but maybe, just maybe, he was genuine in his sudden kindness and he’d allow her to go back home to Muskie unscathed.
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Post by aquatail on Mar 22, 2024 0:00:54 GMT -5
Sparrowfang
The poor little kit looked so frightened 'are you going to hurt me' she mewed helplessly. He made himself look smaller and less frightening. She looked so haunted I wonder how much this poor kit has gone through he thought. "Don't worry your safe with me "he meowed calmly adding a smile to his face. He knew it looked goofy and almost smacked his paw to his face. He wasn't great with first impressions. He hoped the little she cat in time would forget how bad his face looked. "My name is Sparrowfang by the way and next time you come over the border be careful some cats won't be as friendly as me" he added hoping she would trust him.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 22, 2024 21:44:25 GMT -5
apologies for not getting up that starter yesterday ^^ I'll try to tonight, just been really tired the past two evenings. |
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 23, 2024 2:01:14 GMT -5
sorry this took so long, again owo CHARCOALBLAZE - - ★
with (cat) [ at ] camp | aquatail [ starter for u :3 ]
Sun trickled across the chocolate tortoiseshell mollies face as she rolled over in the sandy hollow of camp, stretching her paws out in front of her with a yawn as the warmth from the sun hit her coat. With new-leaf came warmer weather, and Charcoalblaze was more than happy about that. She enjoyed the warmer months more than the cold- probably like most cats. There was little to no sickness skirting its way around camp, so she had no reason to complain. Her blue eyes were half lidded as she laid on her back, belly to the air to catch the warmth of the sun's rays.
Charcoalblaze hadn't done much that morning, as she had been off patrols until Hushedhowl called for her to join something. However, the lack of patrolling didn't stop her plush tummy from rumbling ever so slightly. Rolling over, the young molly let her blue eyes shift towards the camps fresh-kill pile. It seemed relatively small today, so, Charcoalblaze got to her feet and shook herself out, giving her chest fur a few licks, before taking towards the camp entrance.
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Post by ✧˚ · . ~ Astra`Rise ~ . · ˚✧ on Mar 25, 2024 11:45:01 GMT -5
Leaf paw
In clearing | With [ Cat ]
Leaf paw settled down on the stone ground, wondering when his next training session will occur, he was a little tired, bringing Meadowlark prey now and then
( where did the color go ) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 25, 2024 19:39:59 GMT -5
Fleabite »
Fleabite slowly eased herself into a more comfortable posture. Tension was still there rippling in her muscles, but she had calmed herself down just a little bit. This tom - who called himself Sparrowfang - didn’t look like a threat anymore. It didn’t mean that he wasn’t, but Fleabite was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Surely if he wanted to hurt her he would have already done so. That’s what she’d believe at least.
More curious than she was afraid now, Fleabite looked the tomcat over with an analyzing gaze. He wasn’t anything special, just the average sized feline with a dark mottled pelt; however, there was a kindness in his green eyes that Fleabite hadn’t noticed until now. Something about him spoke of gentleness now that she was able to actually get a good look at him. The rogue’s spiked fur lay back down on her body. She took a step forward, neck outstretched and head hitched upward in a curious tilt. ”Sparrowfang, huh? Does that mean you’re a warrior?” Fleabite’s knowledge about the Clan wasn’t extensive. She knew a little about them from what her mother had told her before her mother’s death and Muskie had even told her a bit about them as well, but he didn’t know as much as Mugwort seemed to have known. Fleabite recalled her mother knowing a lot about the Clan, but she had never been able to pass down all of her knowledge.
Deciding that she wasn’t going to get caught in thoughts about her late mother, Fleabite focused back on Sparrowfang. Her tail flicked back and forth eagerly as she took another ginger step forward. ”I really didn’t mean to get on your land. I won’t do it again,” she promised with a confident puff of air, sticking her chest out and raising her tail high. Sparrowfang wouldn’t have to worry about her accidentally trespassing ever again!
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 25, 2024 23:35:14 GMT -5
I still have windshear, rookpaw and slateflicker open if anyone wants to throw a kitty their way |
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Mar 26, 2024 1:23:13 GMT -5
Leaf paw
In clearing | With [ Cat ]
Leaf paw settled down on the stone ground, wondering when his next training session will occur, he was a little tired, bringing Meadowlark prey now and then
( where did the color go ) (hi Astra! per the rules I'm going to need a little more substance from your posts. There is a 3 sentence minimum and with this alone I'm seeing technically one) |
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Post by ✧˚ · . ~ Astra`Rise ~ . · ˚✧ on Mar 26, 2024 9:31:50 GMT -5
( Alright! I'll make sure to do that next time, my apologies! )
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