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  • for whom the bell tolls [MANDATORY MEETING]

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    [font=georgia][size=7pt]OUTLINES
    Bear cub of SnowClan
    Son of Roosevelt
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    The bear cub felt heartache grip him like the jaws of a shark, refusing to let go no matter how hard he tried. The huge creature looked at his clanmates in shock, dark brown orbs gazing at them and holding back tears. No, he was having a bad nightmare. Wasn't he? Nobody could kill his leader, could they? Well it hadn't seemed that way to him till this sad, sad day. The day he grew up. It seemed as though something had died within him, he didn't speak. He couldn't, it felt as though there was a huge lump in his throat. "Dad?" the huge bear cub finally choked out, just before he realised his father wasn't there yet. Panic flooded over him as he looked for the male bear in fear and sorrow. "Roosevelt!" he screamed, the words seeming foren on his lips as he searched through his clanmates for his father. The tears were streaming down his face now, dark brown fur becoming ruffled as he looked for the comfort of his father. He didn't know his mother, he had always trusted his father though. He broke down and stopped searching, swinging his head so that it was facing the floor as he sobbed. No, this wasn't happening. But it was too real to be a nightmare, he knew that. The male bear let out a rage filled cry before trying to think about how he would feel with Greyscale and Popcorn leading the clan, he hadn't known Fadingstar personally but that just added to his grief. Why? It was the one question that seemed to repeat in his mind as he broke down in front of his clanmates. They would still have a leader but it just wouldn't be the same, things would never be the same for him.


    The boy felt as though he was going to die with guilt as he thought about it. Why hadn't he got to know her? He was too young to think something like this would happen though, he was still quite young but old enough to comprehend the situation well. The bear wanted to slash at something, take his anger out. But it was bad enough he had completely broken down around his clanmates. He continued to cry, long claws digging further and further into the soft ground under his large paws. He felt his head banging as he strained to open his eyes, his usually great vision blurred by the tears to the point where he could only see the silhouettes of his clanmates. Why did this have to happen?! He felt tired and sick as he looked around, his eyes narrowed as he tried to make his vision better.


    Character; Outlines.
    Muse; Nine out of ten.
    Theme song; Outlines by All Time Low.[/size]


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  • May I have this last dance;; Private with M▲RCY

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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=7pt](Don't worry, low muse with Waltz at the moment Dx)
    The feline let out a small purr as she looked up to him. "Good, you?" she mewed, her amber eyes fixed on the tom cat.[/size]


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  • Up for some herb training? && MCA TO BE PICKED (OPEN)

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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=7pt](Sorry for the late reply <//3)


    Monroe thought for a moment, trying to word his answer before he was to speak. Hearing everyone's answers was quite off putting to the battle scarred serval but he still tried. "Chammomile can strengthen the heart and can't it help with stress? I remember Londonpaw saying something about that when I had been attacked by my father.." the huge feline explained, his tattered fur still flat as he calmly spoke about the herb and its uses. He looked around, wondering if he had gotten the second part right seeing as nobody had said it. Oh well, you learn from your mistakes anyway. The tom looked up to see the medic, enthusiasm glinting in his large, round amber eye. He had been through hell, you could see it from how he looked and his poor posture. But that was nothing compared to what had happened when he was in the tribe, and he was determined to put all that behind him and lead a new life. A normal life.


    He whacked his tail on the ground slightly as everyone started to get a little too loud for his liking, though it didn't take too much for things to get that loud for him. He didn't mind there talking, not at all. He just hated noise when people had to raise their voice to be heard among everyone. The three legged serval took in a deep breath, trying to stay calm as he looked around with his one good amber eye. He wouldn't mind if he didn't get the position, that wasn't why he was here anyway. But he needed some kind of plan for if he didn't. He couldn't do much in the clan now thanks to that b*stered and he wanted to be able to help in some way. He was still far too young to become an elder and he was only just old enough to become a slayer so that would be a last resort for him. The feline continued to look at the medic, listening to all the rambling of everyone around him involuntarily.[/size]


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