[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:13px;line-height:1.5]Felix grumbled under his breath, eyes narrowed at his poked and prodded paw. The poor thing had been trying to finish a pillow all stinkin' day, it turned out kinda good, but he had most definitely suffered. "Gosh f-" He paused before glancing around for that girl, the one who didn't like him cursing before almost gleefully whispering, "Fuck!" As for the pillow...Well, it was a lumpy, badly made, kinda heart made of some weird greenish cloth that irritated the skin.
cool shoes dude | open, sowing
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"y-you need help sowing? because i can't sow. sorry." the initiate hopped over, staring down at the pillow thing as his tail swished. hmm.[/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #TAGHERE [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px; color: white]Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Or she, in this case. Heavenlypaw appeared with a frown on her features, squinting at Felix. "Haven't I said enough about this profanities?" she barked lowly, ears flattened against her skull. Her dark gaze flickered to 'pillow.' Or whatever it was meant to be. "Hm. Maybe I should do a lesson on sewing next week," she barked with a giggle, shaking her head exasperatedly.[/fancypost]
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serval - the vocatus/sunclan
"don't take me home"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-right: 3px solid #464545; width: 295px; height: 280px; overflow: hidden; padding: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 295px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 295px; min-height: 280px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10.5px; color: #464545; line-height: 10px;]"It looks good, I'd swipe right if it was another animal" The serval said in a joking manner, referencing the dating app tinder with a cheeky grin. How he knew what it was was because he often found random things and he ha happened to discover a phone with the said app. It hadn't works obviously, not having any Internet. But he still learned the basics of it. That and he probably wouldn't swipe right seeing he didn't feel romantic attraction to unfamiliar faces. "Seriously though, it's looks good consodering he fact that you've not got thumbs or anything" he added in a more serious tone although his positive facial expression didn't match his tone of voice very well.
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[justify][size=10]"Well, work harder. And, yes, you probably should go see a medic about that. And be more careful next time," Heavenlypaw instructed with a strict, motherly look, giving a nod of confirmation. It lasted for a moment before she burst into giggles, shaking her head at herself. "Oh gosh, I'm not good at being serious, am I?" she asked no one in particular, ears flattening against her skull.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]It's the mention of the word medic that draws Jericho over, already apprehensive to what he will find. As much as he enjoys helping others and working with plants he never likes it when his clanmates are injured; thankfully, however, this time it hardly seems that bad. He can't smell that much blood, or at least not past the scents of his clanmates who have already gathered, and that's a good sign. Jericho doesn't want anyone severely hurt or dying today- or any other day either.
Still, he's glad that Felix plans on getting help anyways. He also doesn't want anyone getting an infection. The pale ginger tabby hobbles closer towards the small group, sniffing at the air a little before halting nearby. Even though it hardly seems like Felix is terribly wounded, Jericho's brows draw together nonetheless as he sets down his bag and begins to dig through it, occasionally lifting leaves to his face to detect what herb it is by scent. The blind male finally pulls out a wad of cobwebs, his unseeing gaze flicking about before settling to stare just past the male who'd been sewing previously, his sightless eyes focused just past him. "Here, ah, l-let me see your paws," the Councilman requests softly, setting marigold aside as well.
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Sewing? Was that a common activity now? It was cool with him, just, he didn't know. It reminded him too fondly of something else. The red fox trotted over, sitting down and watching the scene unravel before him. So what he was sewing was a pillow, huh? It rather looked like it to Pyro, in a way. "You did a good job, though," he complimented with a nod of his head, studying the craft. "I could help if you want. I'm a good thumb." Whether this was a joke or insult, Pyro wasn't too sure himself.[hr]
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