huh. that's strange. (OPEN, RETURNING + M&G)

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  • CAKE FROSTING
    "throw on your dress and put on your doll faces."
    Cake's Bio | Plot with Cake | Cake's heart chart


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake had been living in the clan around the same time Holydove had joined herself. But certain circumstances -- family issues -- called the feline away from the clan for a while. Now that things were settled (as settled as they where going to get at least) the incredibly selfish female found her way back to Windclan and sat at the border. Oh, she knew the few people that still lived there during the time she had would not be happy to see her and her incredible rude and selfish personality back, and she knew even more so all the new people living there now would hate her as well. She didint care about that. All she cared about was she was going to have all the attention in the world again, and that made her happy. So there sat Cake wearing (of all things) a princess tiara that was as white as her angel wings and glittering in the sunlight. [b]"Suprise, bitches! Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me!" The she-cat grinned smugly, striking a dramatic pose. "I'm coming back to live here again. I'm sure you're more the willing to let me in. Why shouldn't you be?" she purrs, grinning all the while.


    (ooc- I've missed RPing Cake and seeing how much everyone's characters hate her bc she's such a brat lmao. I hope she doesint annoy everyone too much xD)


  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]For someone with such angelic wings, the individual herself seemed to have a rather.. peculiar personality, he supposed. "Uhh, alright, um.. Well, welcome back then!" Chervil would respond, trying to manage a smile, though he supposed that his demeanour was notably awkward, considering her abrupt introduction.


    / mobile



  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-23px; letter-spacing:0px][align=center][font=arial][color=white]My heart is wasted and cut up like a drug and your tears, they taste like vinegar and blood![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding:0px; height:6px; background-color:black; width:375px; margin-top:-5px; opacity:0.6][/fancypost]
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    He'd wince a bit, not liking how loud she was being, or the way she generally talked. Yet, the winged feline wasn't one for judging people outright, so he'd offer a lame wave of his paw in greeting. "Lucien says hello," was all he'd murmur, soft voice fluttering gently.


    [align=center][size=5pt]©HAPPEH


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: 10px; padding: 0px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -8px]This, is not living[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 80px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]He faintly remembered Cake Frosting, but only faintly. The lion moved forward, looking over the others, and then sitting down. "Glad to have you back."
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    Blinking as she tried absorbing in the explosive and dramatic personality of the newcomer, Willowpaw tried her best to smile as she fell beside Cherviltea. First impressions were always considered and tried to be well thought out for Willowpaw, but she was daunted by how authoritative and demanding Cake came off to her. Fierce independence rolled off in waves from the poised, stiff pose of the angelic princess, causing Willowpaw to wonder how she came to be like this. A grin on the outside didn't necessarily reflect what was inside, knowing fully well that it could be a outward mask. Yet, Willowpaw would try her best to be respectful as she always did in a calm manner.


    "Hi, I'm Willowpaw," she introduced herself with a dip of her head to show respect as she stepped back a step. The shy guardian didn't want to be too assertive with others when she shared her name while others were also chiming in to meet the newcomer, so she would blend into the background instead and let others step forward to take the plate. As Cake suggested, she was more than willing to let her back in, albeit strange choice of words. Coupled with Vader's ability to recognize her from a previous encounter, the pieces fit together in her mind that suggested that Cake wasn't new to WindClan. Rather, she was a returning member. "Sure! It's nice to have you back," she added in a quieter voice out of compliance.
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