Trying to mend open wounds || Open, Massive Sleepover!

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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]"Barbie's in the house, babes! Let's get this party started!" came the femme's excited voice as she burst inside, though she halted as soon as she saw what the place was like. It didn't look that much like a party - not a fun party, anyway. Grin slipping, a huff escaped Barbara's maw. "Well, there's a lot of work to be done, but we can fix this up," she meowed tightly, tail swishing. There needed to be some life in this. It was sleepover - her first, actually - and she was going to make sure something fun happened. She didn't want to sit around and eat, or swim. Boring! "You're going to have to make your own fun, sweetheart," whispered a smooth, familiar voice in the girl's ear. Oh, one of her friends - it must have a good idea!


    The tabby had forgotten Riverclan wasn't like Bloodclan, like the people who had fun parties, so she'd have to help teach them a good time. Clearing her throat, the warlord strutted further inside. "Anyway, hey everyone, my name's Barbara! Do you have anything... actually fun to do? Like games, or something?" The question was directed at anyone who could answer. Truth or dare sounded fun - or maybe spin the bottle. Anything to keep the sleepover entertaining.

    tags :: updated 3/27

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px;][align=justify][font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']Jamie arrived a few moments after his sister, the tall feline's face adorned with his usual broad, friendly grin. He thought this was cool of Riverclan, and he was totally down to make some new friends if the others were permitting. Meandering over to the snack table, the skinny boy shoved a random pawful of food into his mouth as he surveyed the scenery. They really had done a nice job, eh? And he liked the visual of the beach nearby - he loved a good beach.


    [spoiler=tags - updated 3/19]GENERAL
    |Jamison Fawkes
    |Often referred to as "Jamie"
    |Male
    |Speaks with Australian accent/slurs
    |Cream tabby
    |Grey-romantic/Asexual
    |7 months
    |Bloodclan Third Tier
    PHYSICAL
    |Abnormally tall and very skinny cream tabby with thin, handsome features, dirty, unruly fur and bright amber eyes. Aside from the differences in height and eye color, his appearance is nearly identical to that of his sister's.
    PERSONALITY
    |Outgoing
    |Friendly
    |Violent
    |Enthusiastic
    |Talkative
    |Loyal
    |Quick witted
    |Short tempered
    |Self-loathing
    INTERACTION
    |Medium physically
    |Medium mentally
    |Attack in #FFA500
    |No maim or kill
    |Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
    RELATIONSHIPS
    |Barbara's twin brother
    |NPC xx NPC
    OTHER
    |Mentally unstable
    |Affinity for fire - later turns into obsession
    |Agent of chaos - enjoys causing trouble just to cause trouble

    Pegasus


    "Well hello there. Glad to see that you could make it." Pegasus spoke, greeting the Bloodclanners who
    arrived, while also hiding his confusion as to why the hell they were allowed here... "I don't think we've
    met. You can call me Pegasus, and I take it you're Jackdaw?" He directed towards the Bloodclan leader.


    Nami

    Nami


    [color=red]"Don't even get your hopes up." Nami replied cynically to Barbara. The squirtle
    was definitely able to speak from experience on this one. He felt little excitement from the time
    he spent in Riverclan. "I don't recall anything fun when I was here."

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    The lion would introduce herself, but she just, there were a lot of people she didn't know. Her paws shuffled awkwardly as people talked and conversed seemingly normal. As she heard Barbara speak, she gave a smile towards her direction. A game does sound fun she thought, agreeing with the other femme. But as Nami spoke, she turned her head. She only shook her head in response. Surely they would still be able to pay a game that everyone would enjoy, despite Nami's negative attitude towards RiverClan.

    i feel conned ◬ 03/23

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    EVEN IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES — crocodilepaw — riverclan — male

    "Yo, Croc's in the house!" The second mate called out, fashionably late. He carried in his maw a half of a coconut, setting it down so he could lap it up. Large scaly tail curling heavily around him, the wolf's slitted gaze glanced about, his lips upturned into a grin.
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    CAN YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT— INFORMATION TAGS

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#000000;]The fluffy brown tabby slipped over with a flick of his tail, deep chocolate brown gaze drifting from his clanmates faces to the gathered Bloodclanners. Well, that was a somewhat unexpected twist that even he had not been capable of foreseeing however, he was not entirely bothered by it. He guessed that it was a method of repairing the relations between the two clans and it was nice to be able to see the faces of some familiar beings without witnessing them lunging bloodthirstily at his fellow clanmates. He still could not deny the fact that he was still somewhat wary of the anti-clanners despite being completely capable to take on any of them if he needed to. It was probably just protective instincts. After all, he had witnessed this bunch ripping into those that he lived with before. His vague sense of awareness was something to be expected. He did try his best to sustain a friendly, welcoming expression on his face however his features were quick to melt into half-lidded eyes and an overall placid look about him. Oh well, it was better than complete and utter negativity. That was the concluding thought that crossed his mind as he came to stand besides Croc with an idle swish of his fluffed up tail, a hospitable dip of his head being the greeting that he provided everyone with as he stuck to his own silence, quietly observing.

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    TAKING MY TIME — sylmae w. — blizzardclan && westeros — piebald husky — she/her

    [fancypost=width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][align=justify]Sylmae didn't remember Bloodclan and Riverclan being allies, but that wasn't a bad thing. It'd be good to see the two clans getting along for once. The slender husky padded forward, eyes quietly searching for Ramses as she moved up beside Ivylee and flopped herself down.


    //lame tracking post please end me

    tags ♡ 03/22

    [center]ALEKSEI
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    [font=georgia]He was a later arrival. There were already BloodClanners and BlizzardClanners gathered already in addition to the RiverClanners who were hosting it. His pale blue gaze scanned the gathering quickly before he glanced over his shoulder, as if to check if his brother was following.


    RiverClan lands presented a different scene than BlizzardClan. Most pointedly--the beach. Aleksei enjoyed the lingering warmth of the sand underneath his paws as he walked over the expanse. The path there he had taken was quieter, so he could hear the soft susuration of the waves and wind at play with one another, punctuated by the distant call of some seabird who had not yet gone back to nest yet. Now, he could hear the murmur of voices and the light of the event of up ahead, casting a rosy golden glow onto the beach.


    @Mieczyslaw

    [center][font=times new roman]"NOW DESTINY'S CALLING OUT YOUR NAME."
    [c] Paxdad Productions

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    He hadn't really been interested in going to this, to be honest. Why? Only because he didn't want to walk that far with only three legs. Mieczyslaw hadn't mastered a safe method of his teleportation yet, so his powers were out of the question. And hell, he didn't want to leave his brother behind either. But, the soft feeling of the sand did soothe his tired paws, it was nice.


    Catching up to his brother, he would slow down once more when reaching his brother side. Mie would then aim to lean on Aleksei slightly to use the larger beast as a crutch of sorts. His brother had no right to complain, they were the one to drag his injured ass here in the first place so they had to deal with his handicap. But, his slightly irritation was forgotten when he scented food. Consumption of junk was something that always brought a smile, though small, to his face. "We're grabbing some food first," the thin vulpes would state, his pale amber eyes flickering briefly to the skull faced beast's visage.
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    [center]THERE'S A FIRE THAT BURNS INSIDE

    IT'S AN INSTINCT THAT NEVER LIES | 3/29/17



    The soft padding of the alastor white female was nothing over the sounds of the numerous species of animals gathering for the event. It was alot of people and normally she wouldn't be in a place as crowded as this but here she was, decked in her penguin pajamas, holding her white pillow in her hand and hugging her Pikachu plush to her body. She really was a child at heart. She just shrugged her shoulders as she sat down next to Mie. "Oh yes. I would suggest for tortilla chips with tar tar sauce and eggs. It would certainly be interesting to try it out." She mused as a wicked smile appeared on her lips.
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    Test Here
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    I HEAR YOUR HEAT BEAT TO THE BEAT OF THE DRUMS!

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    There's no darkness without light (3/27)

    There's no darkness without light (3/27)

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    Having managed to wander over to the food table, Ash had hoarded a few snacks, still crunching on the ragged hind quarter of a hare, and was currently pushing through the group. A voice near her proclaimed something about chips and tartar sauce, forcing the lioness to stifle a gag, but her poor eyes weren't about to be able to make out the voice's owner. Spotting the fluffy pelt of her friend, the warlord continued toward with her head lowered. It wasn't really fair that, out of all the medicine in the world, nothing would fix the way her beautiful blue eyes sat so uselessly within her skull, lined in silver, horizontal reminders of her past. It was a good fucking thing Sunclan had burned to a crisp.


    "Psst, hey Arc," Ash attempted to nudge him, motioning with her head for the samoyed to follow. "How about we ditch this place and go swimming? Its a nice night, after all."


    Did she want to do something potentially risky of getting both of them in trouble? Sure. Did she really want to deal with being reprimanded? No. In fact, Ash knew quite well she'd probably buckle and end up feeling like a piece of hot garbage, but the night was young. Why not screw around a bit?


    ( @Arcanepaw C. )

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    [center]ALEKSEI
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    [font=georgia]Of course Mie was angling for the food first. For such a skinny little thing, Mie always seemed to eat much more than him. The dark creature let out a small snort as he heard his brother declare his intent. "Sure."


    At the sound of approach, he turned his head slightly, his gaze curious as it landed on Artemis. Tortilla chips with tartar sauce and egg? He knew what eggs were, of course, but tortilla chips and tartar sauce were more unfamiliar things. Aleksei said nothing, merely glancing over towards Mieczyslaw as if wondering what he would make of it.

    [center][font=times new roman]"NOW DESTINY'S CALLING OUT YOUR NAME."
    [c] Paxdad Productions