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on plastic beach[hr]
plasticpaw // male // sunclan // blazepowder xx asterfall // 4 months // homoromantic pansexual // defenseless // attack in #0ad6a8 // pm for capture, no kill or maim // tiny red spotted tabby w/ liquid, leafy green eyes, very tiny turquoise fae dragon // powers: flower prints, seafoam green blood, tears, blush, and spit
Plasticpaw hated life so far. His father left him, his sister was barely active, and his roleplayer was going through some tough times. So Plast decided to go meet his mother. If she was still alive or there, at least. He frankly had no idea where Asterfall was. But, he had to try! He approached the border to ThunderClan, his otter familiar Rhinestone resting on his head. The Druid Student positioned himself, then waited patiently.
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