[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]"Ah, I've got a secret santa event going up around the tenth. Blind speed dating sounds fun, though." She'd throw her fellow Captain a lazy grin as she plopped down beside both Fright and Nighttales.
/work post sorry
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]track af
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]"Is everything alright?" Curt had passed Cottoncandypaw on her way, rushing for Frightfur. Ah, shit. Nope, not alright. This guy looked as if he were about to drop dead any second. As C.C had already gone to get a medic, there was much for her to do except stay close and look worried.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]wooo track
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]"Oh! So that's why he's so powerful!" She probably had to stop egging Damiano on, but when bull like this came from his mouth Curt just couldn't help but play along. "Thank you for letting us know, Damiano. I can't believe we've been so blind."
Sometimes she was certain others hated her for this kind of thing, but it was fun and overall harmless. Kind of. Halting beside Night, she would grin as she watched Gideon attempt to usher her cousin away. Geeze, these Muzikant kids could stir up some trouble, huh? Turning her gaze to Nighttales, Curt held back a snort. "I'm so disappointed." She'd say, voice feigning sternness.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]ew why are people like that
sneak into school at night and change it
jk just kidding don't do that it's illegalfauna i wanna seeeeeee
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]FAUNA YOU'RE SO PRETTY AND I LOVE YOUR HAIR I'M??? IT LOOKS SO GOOD
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]GDJDBFJBFD THESE ARE GREAT HOLY SHIT
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]you can,, try curt
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]oo curt?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]oo oo curt
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]"Isn't it a bit dangerous to be out here in the open?" Curtaincall was close enough to be heard, but as gusts of wind from the storm raged through the next biome, her voice was carried away with it. As the cream coloured feline crept closer to her two clanmates, she'd offer a shake of her head. In general she wasn't a fan of wet weather. While the air felt cooler, lighter and fresher, there were many things storms brought with them that spooked her, too.
"Better hope that doesn't get much closer, I suppose."
/bbb no muse rip
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]"Well, we have to check everywhere anyway." Curtaincall would approach, gaze downcast. Not that today had been a particularly great day, but Euphemia's disappearance hadn't made it much better. She'd halt by Paprika, whom she wasn't overly well-acquainted with, but would rest a comforting paw on the Warder's shoulder. "He'll be alright; we're gonna get him back, alright?" Her gaze would flit from the claw marks to each individual standing around them. "Would it be smart to check in on allied clans as a group of sorts?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]Curt wasn't sure if things had been too easy on her lately. Maybe there was a chance she'd been taking it too easy. Scratched, there was a chance - a big one - that she'd been taking it too easy. It was strange, really, how much things had changed lately. She was happier, more relaxed and in all honesty she didn't know why. It wasn't like the Captain had actually done anything good for herself lately. Not like she was complaining, anyway.
Currently the femme was sunning herself in Biome One, stretched out on her back, one paw thrown lazily over her eyes to block out the sun. One of Lucy's books had been pushed to the side. Hell, she was getting to lazy to finish anything anymore, let alone a book. She didn't know when it'd started, but she sure as hell knew when it hit. The sensible part of her said to go back to town, find something to do. The other part.. was half-asleep.
Ah, she wanted to be surprised.
/lol what a starter
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]i'm bad with plot threads but holidays are a-comin' and i need stuff to do so. plots.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]Emilia didn't have to worry about startling her; Curt wouldn't have flinched if the Riverclanner had come up and screeched in her ear. As the feline approached, Curtaincall would prick her ears, expecting to hear the curious voice of a kitten or apprentice come to ping her off. She was instead met with the pleasant sound of a voice she could only really describe as breathy. She let out a small sigh of relief before rolling onto her stomach, a groan suppressed as her muscles protested the movement.
"Uh, hey!" She'd greet the stranger with a smile. Oh. Yeah. Stranger. She'd never seen Emilia around before (given that Curt herself hadn't been out that often). Taken as the situation was, Curt could assume that she was probably a Colouredclanner, or at least had a dual alliance, so she wouldn't question it. "Oh.." Reaching across, Curt nudged the book until it was flipped closed. "This? Ah, 'Six Easy Pieces'. It's about science.. physics and stuff." She'd always been a fan of fiction, but her mum's old home only held so many novels especially considering Lucinda's love for.. science. Curt couldn't really relate, but to each their own.
The Captain would take a second or two to study Emilia. Certainly easy on the eyes, but there wasn't much to note about her other the chains that hung from around her neck. Very stylish. "I like your chains." Guh, she wasn't good at meeting people. "Ah, what's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" Unless they were meeting her at the boarder she refrained from giving out her own name. Despite her lowered suspicions Colouredclan had been subject to spies before, and she was sure it hadn't been the last time. "New to Colouredclan?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]"Happy Holidays!" Curt would call out as she made her way through Colouredtown, halting by the docks. She wasn't overly organised when it came to events, but this one seemed pretty simple. "Everyone likes presents, don't they? There'll be a Secret Santa event going from today until the 25th. Come sign up if you're interested. If not, have fun getting coal or whatever." She'd halt at the docks beside a pile of paper, pencils and a large cardboard box she'd quickly slapped some red paint on, jagged slit cut into the side. "Just grab some paper and write down your name and what you'd like, then slip it in the box. Secrecy is key."
[Sign ups will last from now until the 25th of December. These will be matched up randomly, so if your character's secret santa is not very good at this, your character may not the things on their list]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]"Yeah, understandable." She wasn't particularly let down, since she could always work her way back up again, and now that holidays had started she could actually start doing something, but for now she herself was pretty satisfied with Night's decision. No bad blood for this blackblood. "Congrats to those promoted."
Ah, the Lieutenant position was back. High achiever, she was more annoyed with herself than anything, as though she had fallen to ranks rather than one. Some stuff about allies and enemies - the hawkclan thing was surprising - and something about that little sh*t's play. "Noted!"