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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px]Pyropaw was instructed to host a bonfire as the sun set and they were doing exactly that. The young hybrid had set up a large ring of rocks, wood propped up in a pyramid sort of thing. They set a table up off to the side, marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers all placed atop. "Hey, SunClan! Come on over for a bonfire and some s'mores!" they called, blue and green sparks emitting from their paws in their excitement at hosing something and possibly making new friends.



    TAGS - updated 10/04

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    "Nice fire you got there," she told him. "Are you a fire elemental?" Her orange eyes stared at the flames as she waited for an answer. The fire engulfed her thoughts. As a matter of fact, she enjoyed the sight of fire. It never failed to make her happy. The extreme power of the element and how lethal it was, it amazed her. Fortunately enough, she was blessed with the ability to use this. It brought her back to when she was a young apprentice. She was self taught, for she was a part of a small band of other creatures. There was a tall tree, in which an eagle lived with a nest with her hideous featherless babies. God, they were noisy. The others weren't willing to do anything about it, for they thought killing those ugly creatures would anger the mother. Brimstone, on the other hand, didn't care. She burnt the tree and the bird children to a crisp with a smile while the others stood shocked. It was then that she decided that she wanted to be in control, that she wanted to change the tides of the times, whether it be with nature or with other creatures.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px; color: #7885A8; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;][justify]The black tom would recognize the scent of smores ingredients anywhere, and it was the main reason that he made his way over to the bonefire. After lazily greeting the others with a paw wave, the Silverblood dashed over to the food table and shoved a few marshmellows in his mouth. While chewing, he put together a smore of his own, and then sat down next to his clan-mates. "Thank StarClan for food." Was all the tom commented.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=15pt; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 97%; text-align: justify;]★★★ - Bonfires, was it already that time of year? When the air was just crisp enough to start a fire and invite your friends, cook some toasty treats and let the warmth protect you from autumns gentle wrath? It appeared it was, seeing as this child was yelling about for everyone to come over and enjoy a snack. Fee definitely wasn't opposed to a bite to eat, no matter how much she had just eaten or how full she was. "You better have brought a lot of marshmallows, because mama's going to town tonight!" she exclaimed lightly, padding over with a smile. "Hey, I'm Fee," she added as an after thought, seeing as two parties currently didn't know her name.



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    [b]GENERAL
    ★ Coffeeheart (Fee)
    ★ MtF
    ★ SunClan
    ★ Member
    ★ 18 moons
    ★ Ages up randomly
    ★ Pansexual


    [b]PHYSICAL
    ★ Bright red fox
    ★ Deep, dark green eyes
    ★ Awkward, small
    ★ Wears fluffy navy blue sweater and golden star pendant necklace


    [b]INJURIES
    ★ Scars up and down arms


    [b]MENTAL STATE
    ★ Other than being a masochist, which Cici doesn't openly show, she's fine


    [b]FAMILY
    ★ Parents - npc x npc
    ★ Siblings - none
    ★ Mate - none
    ★ Crush - none
    ★ Children - none

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 365px;][size=7pt]f*ck yeah! s'mores!
    it had recently rained, so once magnus saw the tips of flames rising near his home, coming from a friendly bonfire, he grabbed a lil' backpack and stuffed it full of herbs and candles. 'a ritual to the fire signs will do nicely,' he thought as he trudged over, but once he smelt that sweet, sweet smell of burnt marshmallows, he almost forgot about the ritual entirely.
    he sat down, eager, placing his bag down next to him. he got out a few short candles, lit the wicks by placing them in the fire, and arranged him in front of him. 'don't mind me gents.' he mumbled. an idea struck him, and he turned to face pyropaw. 'ahem, um, i need a s'more to complete the ritual to the fire signs.' he chuckled softly. 'can't do astrology on an empty stomach.'


    [spoiler=tags][size=7pt]full name
    - magnus henrik pal


    info
    - sunclan
    - 8 moons old
    - FTM transgender
    - heterosexual biromantic
    - single, crushing on no one
    - no kids
    - no living family
    - head of the pal family


    powers and skills
    - shapeshifting / body hopping
    - some other minor powers
    - horoscope reading
    - fortune telling
    - star reading
    - tarot card reading
    - herbology


    bodies
    - red panda | health: 98%
    - major injuries: none
    - minor injuries: none
    - currently: has a cold
    - albino bat | health: 100%
    - major injuries: none
    - minor injuries: none
    - currently: healthy
    - black bear (battle body) | health: 100%
    - major injuries: none
    - minor injuries: none
    - currently: healthy


    battle information
    - attack in orange bold
    - battle body: black bear
    - physically hard
    - mentally medium


    other
    - ptsd
    - depression
    - on antidepressants
    - hiv
    - you may power play peaceful / nonviolent actions

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -4px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=#969696]She stood silently and off to the side, merely watching. She was tired, and not entirely up to smores by the fire. Besides, she knew fire in itself was a bad idea ; just the heat radiating off of it reminded her of Breakdance, yet another person she missed.


    info — updated 08/04

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px]Pyropaw beamed at Brimstone, "Thank you! And yes I am, but... it's still a work in progress. I'm not so good at my powers," he said, his face falling for a moment. However, he was smiling again when his dad arrived, along with the next three clanmates. He nodded at Coffeeheart, "I think it's enough! Um, if it's not... I can get more! Also, I'm Pyropaw, nice to meet you!" He grew confused with Magnus' words and terms of astrology. The kitsune hybrid would edge closer to him, and ask in a low voice, "Um... what's astrology?"



    TAGS - updated 10/04

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=15pt; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 97%; text-align: justify;]★★★ - Coffeeheart smiled warmly at Pyropaw, eyes crinkling in joy. She examined the boy, only glancing away to grab a marshmallow with her tiny red paw and not-so-sneakily pop it into her mouth without even roasting it. Her green eyes found the host once again and she grinned cheekily, cheeks stuffed despite the fact that she had only eaten one marshmallows; she was just that small. After chewing and swallowing, she spoke up. "My names Coffeeheart, but you can call me Fee if you would like." Her voice was happy and carefree, her fictional lips forming a genuine smile and her tail swaying contently.


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    [b]GENERAL
    ★ Coffeeheart (Fee)
    ★ MtF
    ★ SunClan
    ★ Member
    ★ 18 moons
    ★ Ages up in realtime
    ★ Pansexual panromantic


    [b]PHYSICAL
    ★ Bright red fox
    ★ Deep, dark green eyes
    ★ Awkward, small
    ★ Wears fluffy light blue sweater and golden star pendant necklace


    [b]INJURIES
    ★ Scars up and down arms


    [b]MENTAL STATE
    ★ Other than being a masochist, which Fee doesn't openly show, she's fine


    [b]FAMILY
    ★ Parents - npc x npc
    ★ Siblings - none
    ★ Mate - none
    ★ Crush - none
    ★ Children - none

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px; color: #ff8080;][justify]Her nerves were set on edge as she saw the huge fire. Why would anyone want something that destructive in their home? Let alone with a bunch of others around it. The soul reaper knew she didn't like it and she bared her teeth at the massive flame before taking a few steps back. No, she didn't like the way it look nor did she want to be so close to it. So she moved around the outside of the group, eyes flicking toward them every few moments before she sat down in the shadows. Light barely reached her at points but at least she could pretend she was among the rest of them that were talking about things she didn't even understand. She had questions of her own but the immortal like being just laid her paws on here head and tried to enjoy the warmth instead of worrying that it was going to cause havoc among the other members that were around it. Gently she curled her tail to rest it over her nose, eyes closing as she breathed out softly and relaxed her black and white form.
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    info — updated 10/06