Posts by milo792

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  • The Rise Of MistClan

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: Georgia; text-align: justify; width: 400px; cursor:url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur834.cur), auto; color: white;]Soulpaw sighed sadly to himself, Poor kid, the worst thing could've happened. Who knows by what though at this time of the season, a fox maybe? shaking his head he leaned down towards her, his rump in the air and legs low to the ground like a stretch, " Is it okay if you follow me, I'm promise if you do we will search for your mommy." His eyes were wide with understanding.

  • Pet Clicking & Advertisement Thread! Post Here!:D

    WhipTail❤️❤️❤️ wrote:


    And my sparkly mews and all my growings for three stars were demolished. Nipped in the bud. :c
    I spent like a million fk on half mews and was so excited to get my first full mew! But...."

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  • Light,Or Darkness? (Demon and Angel Needed)

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: Georgia; text-align: justify; width: 400px; cursor:url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur834.cur), auto; color: white;]He nodded to her in response, a small smile forming as he began to speak up. At first his confident voice was soft and cracky but after a moment of consideration he spoke again this time with a more smooth and hinting tone, " You see, lately the demons and Angels have been fighting. But if you were to listen to just the angel's you would tell you how terrible we are and how we torture others. Before any of this happened you must understand what we have been through because of what they did! I would love to explain more to you, but doing it in front of the one Angel behind me would reveal critical information." His eyes hinted as he slightly requested her time. Half of his eye was covered with strands of hair, the puppy eyes still going into their full effect.

  • Give a click, get a click.

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  • What will happen to us?|| Pafp || Guy needed||

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: Georgia; text-align: justify; width: 400px; cursor:url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur834.cur), auto; color: black;] Giving her a slow nod he smiled to her and quietly spoke while trying not to upset any hidden terrors that might have a possible home in their shelter, "That is actually a really good idea, ill go left and you take the right. There should be a few doors going into separate recording rooms, be careful because there might be a lot of stuff on the ground." Kicking most of his load that was on his back to a corner of the room he swung out the same knife he had hidden before and used to help out Genesis when he first met her.


    Carefully moving himself past all the junk scattered across the floor he made way for a few storage rooms and an old kitchen. The smell of the place was almost like an old book, he hated it but at the same time couldn't get enough of it.

  • ☼ Tribe of Dying Suns - [sign ups]

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    [glow=white,2,300]B A S I C S[/glow] !


    Name; Emory of Forgotten Depths
    Gender; male
    Sexuality; heterosexual
    Rank; Mercenary



    [glow=white,2,300]D E T A I L S[/glow] !


    Appearance; Emory's body is slightly smaller then the average body structure and size of a Norwegian Forest cat, whom are strongly built and larger then most average cats. This is due to his birth and becoming the runt of his liter. His body, while smaller then what would be expected of is still sturdily built with long legs and a bushy tail. His fur is glossy and thick with the added water repellent top to protect him from harsh rains or long swims and a quick dry. While during the winter moons he is protected happily from the thick coat which radiates warmth, though spots from where scars have formed due to brothers and sisters fighting with him at birth leave bare marks; these occur on the side of his neck, a line under his belly, and several spots on his legs. His fur is a creamed white with painted strokes of black along the top of his head surrounding his ears and going down his eye, down his back, and completely in his tail. The tom's eyes are rounded with a low hazel-brown mixture that pops out from his fur's color.
    Personality[color=white]; Growing up as the runt the tom has learned self respect along with respecting others, he rarely will disobey orders and will usually feel awkward if forced to do so by others. He is quiet and timid while having a heavy voice to speak his mind with, which rarely ever happens. He liked to take the adventurous path on many things, though his shyness doesn't always allow it. When something ticks him off on the other hand, he is surely ready to finish a fight that someone else has started. Aside from many of his social defects he is quiet friendly and extremely intelligent.
    - likes - climbing trees / rocks and hunting
    - dislikes - Staying up late into the night and guarding



    [color=white][glow=white,2,300]P E R S O N A L[/glow]

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    [color=beige]History[color=white]; From growing up as a house pet he was very much pampered by the two-leg whom he lived with. Though after weaning off of his mother he was abruptly sent out of his house along with many of his siblings to a very strange and hard laboring harbor. It was a wonderful place for his stronger siblings to grow up to, though the tom would hide away in corners trying to snatch fish that would drop from shipping crates or catch small mice and rats. From this he soon became quiet skilled in the hunting arena compared to his older siblings. Soon afterwards this life began to bore the timid cat and venturing slowly off after the storm had hit he took refuge with the tribe.
    [color=beige]Mate    [color=white]; open
    - [i]Hatchlings[i][color=white]; N/A
    [color=beige]Crush    [color=white]; open

  • Lone Survivors

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: Georgia; text-align: justify; width: 400px; cursor:url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur834.cur), auto; color: white;]"Quite true, but how long have you been like that. Ever since I left my family I felt like I could live alone, but after finding myself growing weaker and certain bones beginning to show I feel like one needs the support of a pack." He turned his head to the side and watched the one lass he had talked to before meeting the other brute. "I don't know how friendly you are to strangers, and this is a first for me believe me, but help with me with a hunt?"