WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO RUDE | open - gifts!

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    [font=georgia][size=20pt][shadow=black,left]Marshall Woods

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    [fancypost bgcolor= black; fancypost bordercolor= transparent; fancypost borderwidth= 0pt; width: 403.5px; height: 180x; opacity: .8; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;][sub] The trip too Riverclan wasn't so bad, sure his neck would be sore tomorrow, but it was no biggie. Marshall sat upon the border, the white wicker basket hanging delicately from his jaws. Snowberries adorned the basket, weaving in and out of the handle. Inside lay instant hot chocolate packets, a snowcone machine, and various other snow-related gifts. Now, seeing a winter-y basket during the summer might be odd to onlookers, but it made perfect sense for the Skyclanners who were currently having a weather crisis. A small sigh escaped Marshall's maw as he waited for a Riverclanner to appear.



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    "Good morning- oh, what's that?" Milkyway leaped over, landing gracefully. "A basket... mm, I've never the seen those things." He spoke about the gifts, and then his eyes met Marshall's. "Thank you. What clan are you from?"


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    GENERAL ✧
    Milkyway Targaryen Resurgam Mikaelson | Katy Foxwell x NPC |
    ?? Months | Adult | Riverclan |
    Single | Crushing on nobody |
    Health: 80% | Injured leg |




    RANK ✧
    Riverclan | Warrior | Non-HP |
    Former Doctor of Riverclan | Former Paladin of Blizzardclan |


    APPEARANCE ✧
    Albino | Domestic Feline |
    White fur | Red eyes |
    Regular, lanky build | Average Height |
    No Mutations |


    POWERS ✧
    None |


    INTERACTION ✧
    Attack in white |
    Medium physically | Hard mentally |
    Ask for capture or maim | No kill |


    LINKS ✧
    Plotting thread here |









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    [font=georgia][size=20pt][shadow=black,left]Marshall Woods

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    [fancypost bgcolor= black; fancypost bordercolor= transparent; fancypost borderwidth= 0pt; width: 403.5px; height: 180x; opacity: .8; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;][sub] Well that was certainly quick. The sudden appearance of the feline almost scared the collie. How embarrassing. Marshall quietly cleared his throat and pushed the basket towards the other. "Ah, hello. I'm from Skyclan." he answered, breaking his mint gaze away from Milkyway's red luminaries.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify]what sort of contraption was this? it was a pity how reliant these clanners were on manmade machines. so... unnatural. it wasn't right for animals to use things that weren't meant for them. all those years of evolution and survival down the drain once one became dependent on things made by humans and broke away from nature's way.



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    mobile tags updated 7/6/16

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 140%; text-align: justify; font-family: felix titling;]☆ ☆ ☆ "Hi there!" the child would greet the stranger cheerfully, padding over. She made herself comfy barely a tail-length away from Cian's hooves, glancing up at the red deer momentarily. Boy, she kept forgetting how big he was. Her gaze quickly drifted to the newcomer - ah, they came bearing gifts. How wonderful! It was lovely to have all these foreign people dropping off pleasant objects. Milkyway had already popped her first question. SkyClan? Interesting. She went for the second.


    "What's your name? I'm Fireflykit," the kitten would introduce herself with a light, sing-song tone. She offered the SkyClanner an innocent beam, wrapping her tail around her paws.


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    There were so many questions for this male and Quiet just had to add another one to the list. So she would slide in an pop her head inside of the basket. She bit her lip as she tried to decide what to get. [b]"What is all of this stuff?"     she asked from inside of the basket, her obtaining a slight echo as it bounced off of the object's walls.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]With pursed lips, the oatmeal colored girl would stay towards the back of the small group. A basket? Why was the SkyClanner bringing them a basket? This idea was foreign to her. Strangers were.. nice? Or, they could be. It was naïve of her to even imagine that all strangers could be kind. But every time she heard of SkyClanners, she wouldn't be cautious around them. Probably.
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    [spoiler=info, updated july 10]
    [align=left]general
    -fawnkit donner-nocturnus-erebus-jones
    -beige domestic feline with blue eyes
    -cisfemale
    -five months old (ages realistically starting at five months on july 10)
    -riverclan kitten
    interaction
    -pm this account for any plots or threads
    -feel free to powerplay inoffensive actions
    -attack in #e6d1b2
    -no killing/maiming/capture
    relationships
    -daughter of labyrinthbattle d.n and americanflag e.j
    -no signficiant other
    -bisexual biromantic