Posts by Foxlace

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  • [O]ne, two, three, the curtains lower.

    [justify][font=georgia][color=black]ooc } A hot damn, we got an angry momma


    [color=white]ic } What. The. Fuck. Iron eyes narrowed in anger, the silver she-demon stalked towards her son and shoved past Dailyregrets and the other one whom she didn't know. "Get out of there Chess. You have five seconds to do so until I beat your ass." Ronnie hissed, tattered tail lashing angrily. It didn't matter if someone else messed with catnip, but her children... Just the thought of it made her want to murder somebody.

  • [O]ne, two, three, the curtains lower.

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    [color=white]ic } Ironpaw made a series of inaudible statements before staking over to Chesirekit. "No, I didn't lose him. It's his own god damned fault. And he knows it. If he fucks something up because if this here decision, I won't be running to the rescue. He's lost himself." She growled, all the while glaring at her albino son. Oh hell yes, did he have an ass-whooping in store for him. It didn't matter if he kept abusing catnip, the beating was so he learned that she would feel no sympathy for him if it got him in trouble. The stainless steel feline ignored her son's hallucinations and aimed to grab him by the scruff and carry him over to his father.

  • Someone's got a hidden message, baby I'll be the one to crack the code [p]

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    [color=white]ic } "Oh goodie! Maybe we will be able to catch some fish. . ." She paused, looking over at Desktoppaw with curious, ocean blue eyes. "Do you even like fish? Because if you don't, that's okay with me." Mary didn't want him to go without his opinion unheard, despite the fact that the black bicolored tomcat couldn't speak. She thought it was important that someone listened to him. Turning towards the more gentle path, the sable bobcat hybrid trotted slowly
    Over to Desktop's side.

  • look who's come crawling back [ open! jeya's return! ]

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    [color=white]ic } "State your name and business or may your soul be devoured by someone who wants it." Ironpaw meowed sharply. If she had known the cat before her disappearance, maybe she would have been a little more gentle, but then again; gentle wasn't in the young apprentice's vocabulary. So now Ronnie intended to see if the cat was worth the time.

  • Be Careful Making Wishes in The Dark [Private; Fox]


    [font=georgia]Well, Cataclysm was on the right track, just not dead on. "Sort of. Terrain fighting is the method in which you use your surrounding to your advantage. For example: kicking dirt in someone's eye or leading them to an area where it is uncomfortable for them to fight. Do you understand?" Rottedbloom watched her apprentice with curious green eyes, eager to see if he had gotten it.

  • Footsteps even lighter [escort needed]

    [justify][font=georgia][color=black]ooc } girl power


    [color=white]ic } God damn, would there ever he a day where nobody was stupid enough to cross the border? Apparently not. The heavily battle-scarred diluted tortoiseshell stalked over to where Maple Helm and the two Bloodclanners were gathered. "This better be important."

  • ready or not, here i come. open

    [justify][font=georgia][color=black]ooc } Edgar has a ton of nieces and nephews xD


    [color=white]ic } "You better hope she'll be useful. Because even if she is a servant, those who are. . . Higher up do not appreciate laziness." Came a level voice. Ironpaw padded up to Edgarpoe, cold, iron eyes watching him with slight curiosity. But it was only the tiniest bit.

  • Footsteps even lighter [escort needed]

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    [color=white]ic } "If that's all, I'll be happy to take you to their dens." Rottedbloom said not-so-happily. She was rarely ever happy. So there was nothing weird about her irritable mood.


    [muse=death]

  • [O]ne, two, three, the curtains lower.

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    [color=white]ic } Ironpaw placed her son down under a rock over hang away from the catnip. her eyes were dark and angry, but also a motherly glimmer resided in those infuriated optics. "Everyone is unhappy because you were messing around with catnip. Catnip is bad and can ruin your life; that's why I'm mad." She stroked Chess's forehead fur with a gentle paw, watching him intently.

  • I'm gonna make your life a living HELL [p]

    [justify][font=georgia][color=black]ooc } Pixar asked me to make this for her. feels honored


    [color=white]ic } That was it. She had had enough. Kingdomreign had to make up his mind. Rottedbloom was one of the many who didn't tolerate leading cats on that you loved them when you were telling others the same thing. That was why she hated Dailyregrets so much. So now, no matter what they tried to say, Rottedbloom was going to announce her friend's mistakes to all his lovers. All them will know. Every. Last. One.


    "WHOEVER IS IN A REATIONSHIP WITH KINGDOMREIGN, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!" the diluted tortie bellowed, squash green eyes dark with anger. she couldn't believe what he had done, and the fact that he did just pissed her off. He was the good one out of their lifelong friendship, and she was the one that created trouble.

  • Never hurts to live in the [p]ast

    [justify][font=georgia][color=black]ooc } Still up to the two-father litter with King?


    [color=white]ic } Rottedbloom was bored, uninterested in dealing with trespassers. It wasn't that she was feeling lazy, but that her ropes were frayed. If she didn't take frequent breaks, the middle aged feline would lash out and do something stupid. And typically, the heavily battle-scarred diluted tortoiseshell would run to her closest friend Kingdomreign, but she was angry at him. Well, more disappointed than anything. So she was turning to the next best thing: Asuramadness.


    "Hey Asura, wanna come on a patrol with me?" Rotted actually meant a walk, but the use of a related job made her feel better about herself. That was just how Rottedbloom worked.

  • Someone's got a hidden message, baby I'll be the one to crack the code [p]

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    [color=white]ic } Grinning as she pranced along, Mary led the way down the narrow path. It felt nice to be in the company of a friend for once, not to mention it was a handsome one. "I think we should go to the cove. It is calmer there and shaded, so maybe we can go swimming too." Mary said after a moment, glancing back to see Desktoppaw's opinion.

  • Hey there, cutiepie, whats the deal? [p- Foxeh]

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    [color=white]ic } Almost as if Baby sensed that her new friend was thinking of her, the little tuxedo appeared from a kit-sized hole in the deck. "Hey Vin." she greeted in a soft voice. Babykit was like that: one day she was loud, forte. and the other she was quiet, piano. Her icy blue eyes rested on Vintagekit, studying him thoroughly. She liked knowing everything about her companions.