Never Knew You;; Medic's Only

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.
  • BloomingPaw was happy her little idea of teaching tiny kittens basic's had not been right out rejected. Now? The apprentice was back again, with all her timid withdraw. The tiny ebony female was simply hopping to open another tiny little idea, a request of her's. She didn't know she could just decided on her own in a way, having only been here for a little over a week. Luckily she'd settled nicely.


    Shaking she padded back to the medicine Den, tapping her paw against the ground hopping to ganger someones attention. Hopefully someone who could easily translate her mute attempts to communicate. She was out of paper.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -4px; opacity: 0.70;]SURFTIDE [/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 4px; width: 320px; margin-top: -10pt;]HERES A LITTLE LOVE
    [hr]
    [/fancypost]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]Surftide was there too.


    [/fancypost]

  • With this much magic floating in the air of Wind Clan, why couldn't she develop telepathy? The female was sorely disappointed by her lack of power and ability. She'd just never have the one power she really needed. CloudPaw was waiting for a voice that wouldn't come, considering he was regarding someone who was in shriveling, dying pain every time she spoke!


    BloomingPaw was slightly jumpy when she realized Marsi was the only one missing besides Frenchpaw! This was quiet the unsettling habitat and it showed in the flattening of her ears. How was she going to communicate her desire, the wish? This was going to be a horrible batch of charades, a group effort of getting the point apart! Something simple, a flower, lavender, popping up between her paw's, managing to grow a winter cherry with the other one, though it was half baked and too young to be much use.