Casual sleepover? Huh || Open, Slumber party with Dey!
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Artemis had heard about a slumber party a member was hosting while he had been hunting. Interrupted, very rudely interrupted. The prey, a plump and juicy vole, had dashed away and leaving only tiny puffs of dust in it’s wake.
For some reason many of the creatures in the clan liked to forget that they had a bit of carnivore in them and could hunt if they took a whack at it. Instead they ate shit like..well, people food. Arty himself had never been a human but he had seen them, they existed, and they were in all honesty disgusting creatures. Quite unsanitary.
Growling under his breath, the silver and black fox strolled towards the hut. The gentleman air he usually had around him was a bit ruined by the pillow and blanket strapped to his back. In his magically enchanted top hat he had packed a sleeping mask and an energy bar in case the refreshments were terrible.
Even though he was interrupted from a great hunt, Arty wasn’t there to start anything with the host, hell no. Opposite in fact, he was there to enjoy the slumber party. He had been taken away from food and he didn’t have it in him for another hunt, this slumber party had free food and what was better than that? Money of course but that didn’t have anything to do with this. Or did it? Nah. Well, maybe if he did a few small bets if they played some games. Or maybe bets on who would win a pillow fight? Pillow fights were still a thing, yes?
It took Artemis a full minute before he realized he had been at the host’s hut for most of those thoughts bouncing around his cranium. Closing his eyes, he inhaled though his nose, picking apart the scents that wafted through. Rolling his shoulders nervously, for it had been a while since he had attended a slumber party, he raised a paw and knocked thrice.
"Hello? I’m here for the slumber party."
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✰ APHELION HARBRINGER. Aphelion was becoming quite the piemaker ever since that pie-making contest that was held a month or two ago. Hearing about the slumber party, the cave lion had decided to go, whipping up a few pies beforehand to bring. Seeing that Artemis was there and knocking on the door, Aphelion would wait behind him patiently for the host to open the door and let them in.
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When Pierce first heard of the slumber party, he had thought he shouldn’t go. His stress hadn’t been helping him at all recently, and he was beginning to show, which definitely wasn’t good for his self-esteem. He just wanted to sit inside and eat a tom of potato chips and, oddly enough, cheese, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t feel too good after that. Plus, he was lonely. Getting out and spending time with clanmates could only do him good, right? Better than being depressed and laying around his house, he supposed. So, he came in after Aphelion, wrapped up in his usual scarf as emerald eyes surveyed the scene. Maybe he’d just stay for a few hours and head back to the studio, but the idea of food was inviting, and some interaction with his clanmates aside from what was necessary would be good for him. “Hey,” he greeted softly, a gentle smile adorning his features. He had instinctually brought his leather satchel with him, though come to think of it, there was probably nno need for it. “I’m not late, am I?” It sidn’t look like it, but you could never be sure.
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Right now you seem so far away — DeyVarah Shaia — Blizzardclan — She/Her/They/Them —
DeyVarah was just adding the finishing touches to her hut and making sure that the forge was able to vent so that she doesn't catch her hut on fire but still can keep her hut warm. Looking at the door of her hut as she heard three knocks she slowly approached the door, hearing a voice say that they were here for the slumber party. Seeing a interesting dog and a huge lion as she opened the door was interesting, but that didn't stop a gentle smile from appearing. "Welcome to my slumber party, go right on in, settle wherever you like." She says as she looks at Aphelion and saw the pies, someone brought something to help out, awesome! "Ooo pies, mind putting them on that table over there?" She asks pointing towards the empty table that she had laid out just in case people brought food, good thing too. But then a regular face brought her attention towards Pierce, giving him a gentle smile as well, "Never too late in my book, come right on in and settle down." She said as she stepped to the side to allow everyone in, not wanting to be a hindrance.
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GENERAL:
⚙ DeyVarah Shaia — Dey, Reaper
⚙ Feminine — Identifies as Genderfluid — Pansexual Demiromantic
⚙ Thirteen months — Spiritually: Twenty-six months
⚙ Blizzardclan — Warrior
⚙ Faceclaim(Anime) — FC Dichen Lachman —
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APPEARANCE:
⚙ Snow Leopard [main]
A well muscled body with a grey pelt with a very tiny hint of blue, she has black socks, back of ears, and a couple of markings. She has no spots as it was a mutation, she has some white on her as well, and bright amber eyes.
injuries: x
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EXTRA:
⚙ Was part of a snow leopard tribe before she joined Blizzardclan
⚙ Was a spy and assassin for them but now has stopped those things
⚙ Is a weapons master but mainly uses Scythes⚙ Is a unofficial blacksmith of the clan and can create many things-
PERSONALITY:
⚙ Curious, Open-minded, Calm, Rational, Loyal, Caring, Supportive.
⚙ Self-Conscious, Indecisive, Quiet, Competitive.
⚙ Impatient, Mistrustful of strangers, Easily Agitated, Cautious, Calculating.
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COMBAT:
⚙ Physical strength: Strong — Mental strength: Medium
⚙ attack in #FF4500
⚙ Camouflaging pelt - Molding - Weapon Conjuration - Rune magic
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✰ APHELION HARBRINGER. The heat was fucking pleasant. "Oooh, warm in here," Aphelion remarked, a rather happy expression crossing his features. He slid inside so he wouldn't block the way for others since Pierce was behind him. It was cold, after all.
"Nice thing ya got set up here," he added in his usual affable manner as he crossed over the space to set the pies down on the table gestured at. "You did it all by yourself?"
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steve harrington - male - oriental longhair - blizzardclan - info - ref - "speech"
❝Steve had heard about the slumber party, and at first wasn't even considering it. Why the hell would he sleep in someone's house for fun? He'd never had sleepovers growing up, and he didn't see the appeal. But considering that he was one of the least social people in the clan right now, and had pretty much nothing to do tonight except for staring at his ceiling, he gave in and went. Bringing his sweatshirt and scarf, he peered into the open doorway of the hut. Spotting the alcohol, his timid mood dissolved and he grinned. "Hey, there's a slumber party happening here, right?" ❞
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When Jerseyboy had arrived at the place, he was expecting music, food, drinks, and chicks. Well, most of it was there, except for the chicks. Damn, it was a giant sausage fest in here. No girls whatsoever—except for the host herself, but he didn't find himself attracted to her. In fact, she was a tad bit too young for his tastes. Whatever, maybe he'd just end up cracking open a cold one with the boys instead.
The tuxedo padded in, glancing around at the setup. This looked pretty cool. "Got any Miller Lite?" He asked, though he opted to just dig for the cans himself. He eventually found that Deyvarah had stocked up on Coors instead, but that wasn't too bad. Jerseyboy cracked it open and took a sip, thus beginning his night of partying.
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Fadingmoon
A sleep over? With a drunken Jersey? The Jersey that was soon to be a father? Well, a father again, she would have amended had she even known he was the father to the litter she had lost. She didn't think that was all too wise, but she didn't want to snub her Clan mates. Sighing, the canine trotted forward and smiled at the others. "Hey. I brought some cheese, crackers, and salami!"
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Never too late? He supposed he'd take that as "definitely not late", for he had always hated being late. "Oh?" the noise escaped his lips softly, his tail giving a faint swish behind him. "Okay. Good." He looked around the place, rubbing his head absently as he stepped further inside. It wasn't much longer until a few more people arrived, and Pierce felt a spark of- not quite anxiety, but something that made his lips tug down into a frown and his heartrate quicken slightly as Steve Harrington and Jerseyboy stepped in. Well, there went a "pleasant" night. Wonderful. He ignored the two toms, though, instead glancing over to Fadingmoon as she came in. Cheese, crackers, and salami? Oddly enough, the foods that he had once had no interest in before sounded far more desirable now. "Ooh, it looks good, Fading," the serval offered, a kindly smile lighting up his features. "Did you, um, make any of that yourself?"
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Fadingmoon
Fading glanced at Pierce as he inquired whether she had made any of it. A small laugh escaped her throat, but she shook her head. "I'm not that good at cooking. Nah, I just found it. I sliced it myself though," she said with a slight wink. Extending the plate forward, she offered the selection to Pierce.
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She was late, wasn't she? Well, that's what she got for making cookies for this thing, wasn't it? Oh well, she was still going to show up anyways. Sugar needed something to do, and she was tired of just stressing herself out and being alone. She had baked some cupcakes for the slumber party; she wasn't sure how many people were going to be there, but she hoped she had enough for everyone.
After arriving, she offered a friendly grin. "Hey! Guess who brought cupcakes?" Was that a good way to enter a party? She hoped so. She also hoped that people would actually enjoy the cupcakes she made - she worked pretty hard on them.
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