DIRTY PAWS AND FURRY COAT | open - storytelling

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]when someone first came into the house, the interior would give the appearance of normal suburban living room. It was filled with several leather couches, and large glass sliding doors showed a view out into the back garden, cast in an usual purple light as the sun set down to dusk. Flames danced in the fireplace, driving away the new chill. However, it wouldn't take look to notice the signs of abandonment - mold gathering on the couches, cobwebs stretching from dark corners, the overgrown plants twisting up towards the back porch. Then more ominous signs - to human eyes, at least - would become apparent. Several bones were scattered around the room, deep scratches marked the wooded furniture and there were a couple of blood red stains spreading over the white carpet.


    The cub sat curled up on one of the couches, happily picking apart a vole. He had already proudly walked from house to house, announcing to all the clan the time and place that his weekly task - a storytelling session - would take place. Now he just had to wait.


    [color=#FE9A2E][abbr=Dakota Lucian Forrester, Bengal tiger, 2 moons, Manager of the Neighborhood, Uma x Wolfsbane]✘[/abbr] [abbr=easy, attack in bold orange, no kill, request for capture or maim]✘[/abbr]

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    [font=bookman oldstyle][size=28pt][color=black]MAIKO .


    [sup][color=white] Maiko nervously pushed her way through the entrance, her cinnamon gaze scanning the interior of the pastel-colored house. It looked rather nice; if you pushed aside the dirty surroundings, but she wouldn't judge. After all, being a newbie with no friends just yet. It wasn't a great idea to start with making enemies. She curiously padded further inside, oblivious to the fact that knocking or announcing her entrance was the correct way to enter. As soon as she spotted the little cub she jerked her head back, startled for a second. "O-Oh, hello." The tabby greeted, offering a sheepish smile, "Uhm.. Am I in the right place? For the storytelling, that is.."[color=black] ♥

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 260px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] She was in the perfect mood for a story. Like muddly, morrigan felt slow and sluggish as of late. it was really putting a damper on her productivity levels. of course, she wanted more than anything to be more energetic and actually do her work, but this mood she was in inhibited her from doing so.


    the panther slowly made her way into the house and flopped onto the ground, letting out a content sigh. "i'm interested in your tale, kota."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Dakota nodded at Maiko's question, quickly licking away the blood around his mouth so he looked presentable and swallowing down the last of vole. "Yep, that's here," he answered happily, smiling at the feline. He pawed at the couch beside him, inviting her to jump up there and sit beside him.


    He grinned at Morrigan, too, when she walked in, but his smile faltered a little as she spoke. The cub was lazy, he hadn't actually come up with a story himself. He had been hoping that someone else would pipe up with one and he wouldn't have to do anything. But he admired the panther, and didn't want to disappoint her. So he bit his lip and thought as hard as he could.


    [color=#FE9A2E][abbr=Dakota Lucian Forrester, Bengal tiger, 2 moons, Manager of the Neighborhood, Uma x Wolfsbane]✘[/abbr] [abbr=easy, attack in bold orange, no kill, request for capture or maim]✘[/abbr]

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Heading over the gorgeous she-cat gave a light smile to everyone around. As she looked over to Dakota with a light smile as she sat down. "Hello everyone, its nice to see you all." She rather kindly as she looked over to everyone, her beautiful green gaze bright and vibrant.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; sub; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; sub; color: #0A0A0A]who's that shadow holding me hostage?
    who's this whisper telling me i'm never gonna get away?



    heather was, " sort of ", in a state of laziness. and due to her rank, there wasn't much trouble going on. she dare complain to anyone and she'd probably have her head cut off. especially to wolfsbane, she knew how feisty he could be.


    the she-cat noticed few animals inside a particular pastel house, and she wasn't exactly friends with most in the neighborhood. following a cat she knew by tasoula, she climbed in. she looked around, and after hearing morrigan's words, she decided she would listen to a story. she smiled, nodding her greetings to everyone, and sat down neatly before grooming herself.


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