a tale of three brothers [☆] o, game

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    WHERE'S MY MIND — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Admittedly, a bonding game was not what she had been hoping for when applying for a weekly task. Alas, that's what she had ended up with, and she'd just have to suck it up. Besides, guilt was itching at her for moping around all the time. She didn't do it on purpose; she missed Padmè, yet was still mad at her, and as a result mad at everyone else involved too. It was all one big mess, and she had been overwhelmed. Maybe - just maybe - even a bit of socialising would help her, and at least improve her general mood. The thought would not prevent her anxiety from kicking in as she gathered the courage to speak out, but it was comforting. "W-would anybody like to play a game?" she managed eventually, forepaws shifting nervously. If nobody showed up, would it be a good or bad thing?

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    YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — windclan + riverclan — winged pomaranian — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Kate smiled, offering a wave of her tail in greeting as she came over. "Alright. What game are we gonna play, Alice?" She asks curiously.

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    TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA ME — vanburgh — windclan — he, him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]vanburgh, with all the newer people present, had become a recluse. what was he to say? he wasn't involved with family drama except for his own, why should he intrude on someone else's? so the kitten was a bit introverted now.


    yet the feline was present. he loved games, though he never really played a lot back home...no matter. sighing softly, vanburgh sat down, nodding. "i'd like to play!" he chirped quietly, his eyes darting from one presence to another.

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    WHERE'S MY MIND — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The lioness smiled weakly at the handful of arrivals, and hastily stifled her fidgeting. Vader, Kate, that Vanburgh guy... it was a decent show-up. Enough to start explaining; the concept was easy to understand for any late-comers, anyway. "Well, it's a story game," she stated, nodding to Kate. Naturally, the game was related to her books. "So, everyone would sit in a circle. One person starts with three words; usually "once upon a". Then, the person to their left says the next three words. The first one is usually "time", to finish what the first person started. The next two words are up to them." She paused, allowing the group to process the information. "The idea is that a story is created, and the weirder and funnier, the better."


    //icly, the characters can sit in a circle, but the game goes in posting order to avoid confusion c:

    Henry would make his way over with a light smile, settling down nearr the others, shifting his weight slightly. "I-I'll pl-play, i-i-if you wouldn't-t-t mind," He would state lightly, a polite smile on his maw.



    Attie walked slowly over to the scene, a hobble in his wide steps due to the swelling of his pregnant stomach. To be quite frank, it was growing to be quite a great strain on his back so he was quick to find a spot far away from Vader to sit down and join the little game about to be played. A sigh of relief escaped from his parted maw until Alice spoke and he held his breath as he listened.
    A story game? This seemed interesting, he was quite eager to participate, especially with Alice around. She was quite a good person to play games with. Staying silent, Attie would shift over to press himself up against Henry in a form of non-verbal, affectionate greeting.

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    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/27

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    Lusa enjoyed games like this. Wasn't it that a long time ago, someone hosted a game similar to this? Daypaw; or rather now, Daybreak. The girl hadn't seen the feline in a long time, and it had been worrying, but Lusa got over it soon enough. That was what people did anyways, eventually. Leave, disappear off the face of the earth. Lusa's heart twisted. She wished Daybreak were still here, Jonathan, Cherviltea, heck, even Prague. Then, everyone always had to go sometime, didn't they?


    Shaking these puzzling thoughts out of her head, Lusa approached gingerly. "I'm participating." Came her soft and eager chirp, eyes alight.


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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 428px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 8pt]Mercy would flash her friend a quiet smile, and simply sit beside Atticus. She didn't really feel like playing, but she'd give her best. It was the only thing she could ever give.
    [spoiler= ➢ her real life is tragic]
    all opinions ic / main character / speaking
    GENERAL:
    ➢ Mercy Hacksaw
    ➢ Reincarnation of an unknown entity known as "ANGEL"
    ➢ Physically 3 months | Ages on the 25th
    ➢ Pup of Windclan
    APPEARANCE:
    ➢ COYOTE [birth] | health: 100%
    — Mercy is scrawny, and malnourished, as she doesn't eat meat a lot. She's a runt albino coyote, with blood-red eyes.
    PERSONALITY:
    Pacifistic, gentle, and terribly shy, Mercy doesn't get out very often. She prefers to sleep, or nose around in books, rather than socialize. She appears to be very submissive, and seemingly antisocial.
    quirks-
    She likes anything that's either pretty, broken, or a flower of some sort. Likes to hoard things almost unknowingly.
    RELATIONS:
    ➢ Unknown sexuality
    ➢ ½ of no
    ➢ Adopted by Henry & Atticus Hacksaw
    ➢ Runt sister to Peter, Harley, Ark, & Roman

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    WHERE'S MY MIND — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Alice nodded in answer to Henry, chewing her lip nervously as she tried to turn her focus away from his stutter. Despite the length of time he had had it, every time the leader spoke, it was a reminder - of her father's anger, how he lashed out - of things she didn't want to recall. Attie, of course, was undeniably pregnant at this point; which made for a good distraction. As Mercy arrived, the cub wondered how her friend felt about having new siblings - not to mention ones that would be biologically related to her fathers. Alice noted Lusa's presence, too - and decided now was a good time to start. "Alright then, I'll start. Once upon a..." she trailed off, glancing to the next person to speak.

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    [align=justify]Lusa would be the next to input something. "There once was a magical castle, hidden in the island of cheese." She spoke, a certain grandeur to her voice. Granted, it wasn't very funny.... yet, but she was having fun and it was something she could work with.


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