[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]hugging three members? she could do that. the only problem was who. "c-christ yuri, that's a g-gruesome t-task," curtain chuckled, sending a salute in yuri's direction before she padded off to find her first victim.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]nerds? well, she wasn't wrong. "i-uh.. i might be there,"
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]so, yuri had given her the task of hunting down a couple of clanmates and treating them to a big ol' hug. she could do that; people liked hugs, right?
so, technically her task had been to hunt down three clanmates, but what if said clanmates came to her? that would make her job all the more easy. could she call a quick, unofficial meeting? that might've been a good call but she opted instead to wait for a few people to pass her by.
the young girl settled down on the steps of a house, flashing a smile at anyone who walked past. while there weren't many of them in colouredclan, curt was still wary of having her fur ripped from her body, so she waited for a few friendlier faces to walk on by.
/kicks my own a.ss bc this is so shitty
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]oh, truth or dare? curtain had never played the game personally but from what she'd heard it sounded fun, so why not join in? "i-i'll join in," she grinned, coming to sit beside nighttales and yuri.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]something smelt amazing. as the femme joined the group her eyes were glued to the plates of baked goods. "who k-knew you were s-such a good c-cook, lucien. h-hopefully these t-taste as good a-as they smell."
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]great. people had shown up. sugarkit, alexia, aiyes and emptyskies. fantastic. now what was she supposed to do?
teleport. that's what she could do. the girl flashed the group a shy smile before she moved, flashing from clanmate to clanmate, wrapping her paws arounds each of them in a quick hug. first sugarkit, then aiyes, then alexia and finally emptyskies because even though yuri had only said three she'd rather not leave anyone out, not even emptyskies.
when she'd wrapped her arms around each of them she flashed back to her spot on the steps, eyes wide. hopefully none of them minded the hug, but she didn't want to be picky, and besides, that was why she had chosen to teleport.
"u-um.." christ, now was not the time for a bout of shyness. "s-sorry! th-that was s-super o-out of the b-blue!" she squeaked, ears flattened, near glued to her head. "um, i-i'm curtainp-paw b-by the w-way," she noted, looking over to alexia.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]the small femme shuffled her paws in embarrassment, eyes trained on the dirt below her feet. nobody seemed to mind but she still worried what the rest would think of it. "i-i will n-next time, i-it won't be so o-out of the b-blue then," she chuckled, sending sug a nervous smile before she glanced at emptyskies. he didn't seem mad, just a little awkward, which was better than anything. "y-yeah, n-no problem."
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]hngg i heard crackships
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]//wobbles into thread
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]curtain would nod in a sh.tty mobile track post
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]"c-christ yuri, who kn-knew you'd be so excited a-about colouredclan being b-bad." curtain couldn't help but chuckle at the blackblood's enthusiasm. she wasn't big on captures; she'd seen her fair share of them during her time in bloodclan - be who was she to judge if others were into that sort of thing.
the girl plopped down beside ephemeralpaw, head tilted to the side. if she was going to participate then she'd wait to see who joined in.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]ooo threads with curtain mayb? i need to be more active lmaooo.
also hello everyone!!
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]i'll defs make one when i get some time trixed!
also ya to both of those ideas<3 do you guys just want general interaction threads or??
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]it was a lazy day for curtain. then again, every day was a lazy day for curtain. having plopped herself down somewhere in biome five, the feline looked on moodily as a bird hopped around before her, just out of reach. apparently she had stayed there long enough for the critters to deem her safe. maybe they thought she was dead. was she dead? she couldn't tell. well, it wasn't like she was going to kill the bird anyway. maybe it was more like she couldn't. first of all it would taste disgusting. curtain was unsure if it was just feathered friends or animals in general that her body rejected, but either way meat tended to leave a taste similar to ash in her mouth, leaving her unable to choke it down. and every time she did manage to choke it down, she felt sick. very sick.
hazel eyes watched as the fowl continued to hop along, before it flittered off to who-knows-where. [i]dumb bird.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]being sick was never fun, though it is even less so when it is your own fault. this was something curtain had learned the hard way. with little experience of winter - or generally the cold itself - and little meat on her bones to regulate body temperature, she had taken her daily walk without a thought of what might come with exposure to cold weather, her ignorance was proving to be her downfall.
in the early hours of the morning, with little sleep to be had, the girl was curled up at home, still shivering from beneath a pile of pillows and blankets. at least there was an upside to this situation; she, for once, had an excuse to be lazy. with a sigh the blue mink would shuffle, little legs struggling to find breathing space. what was with colds, anyway? one minute you were halfway to freezing, then suddenly you were sitting in hell - provided that hell was a literal inferno.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]the child yawned as she sprawled out along the steps of her house, her tail tip twitching. she was pretty bored today, even with all of the drama going on recently; what with losing shadowclan as an ally, the whole anti-clan drama, and worst of all lucinda had a yoga class planned. she sighed. it kind of hurt to imagine her mother doing yoga, no matter how fit lucy was.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]welcome back, uncle nep, that was curtain's first thought as she spotted the cerberus on the boarder. where had he disappeared to? cur couldn't say she'd had much to do with him during his time in colouredclan, but it was hard to forget someone who had described themselves as her uncle upon their first meeting. anyway, it was nice to see him back, even if it wasn't permanent.
"l-long time n-no s-see, neptune," she would greet, raising her tail tip in his direction. "w-what b-brings you back h-here?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]noted. i lovelovelove eden but real life responsibilities come first<3
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]alexia & cur
eph & cur
madkit & cur
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]eesh. a broken leg? poor girl. curtain felt a twinge of sympathy for the feline, but her story left cur wondering how exactly that turn of events had happened. oh well, it wasn't any of her business. "i h-hope everything's o-okay n-now," she offered a half-hearted smile before continuing. "th-thanks f-for the invite, b-by the way."
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