Posts by Rainy

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  • TENERIFE SEA ! private, counting

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Rain had begun to patter on the window, a glossy-eyed Countingpaw standing near it. It seemed that Lachy and Count had something in common- they both had someone else's memories haunting them. For her, it was Doctorwho, Countingpaw's adoptive aunt. Although, Count and Doc were strikingly similar, while that might have not been the case for Lachlan and Ashton.




    The girl had been walking- pacing, more like -down the hall when she heard singing. It was barely audible, but she could still hear it. Oh, Count knew that song! "Played again and again and again." Count whispered, peering inside Lachlan's room.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]"Who doesn't?" Count chirped brightly, silvery-green oculars alight with excitement. The fae couldn't help taking another step inside Lachlan's room, large, plush paws leading her inside. "Lachlan, right? I'm Countingpaw! Haverford. Countingpaw Haverford. But I should be getting my warrior name real soon."




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]"Dunno. Haven't really had the time to think about it, but it'll probably be cool. I hope," Countingpaw admitted rather sheepishly, glancing awkwardly at her paws. The snow leopard had always thought that her name was strange. She would trade it out for a different name, a better name, but it was the only part of her mother that she had left. "I like the name Lachlan. Countingpaw is so weird," The feline added with a grin.




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  • WHEN YOU LET HER GO || open + flashback + charrie development.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]"Do ha know what I've always wanted to do?" Countingpaw inquired cheerfully, "Have a snowball fight!" The girl finished, a beam of utter and pure delight at the mere thought. She loved snow, and fights (as long as no one got hurt, of course!) so the two together were perfect. "Whadddya say, chums?"




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  • I'M ALMOST HOME || open + mass gender swap week !!

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]"I hope not! I don't wanna be stuck like this forever!" The male would growl, tail lashing in concern. They needed to find a way to fix this. What could the do? There wasn't much that crossed Count's mind at that particular time other than fear, confusion, and frustration.




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  • I HEAR SYMPHONIES | open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Sheep was in a pickle. She had no idea what her little buttnugget' warrior name would be. Countingsheep? Countingstars? Countingcoins, Countingbutterflies? Maybe Countingcorpses? That was a little too gruesome for the sweet fem.




    So there Countingpaw (for the moment) was, sitting outside in a patch of sunlight. Soft, contended snores drifted from her. If anyone was to wake her... Well, it wouldn't be pretty.




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  • honey you should see me in a crown + open, possession

    LACHLAN !! wrote:


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    ☆ -- i write this song, try to forget it[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 370px; border-top: 3px dashed; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: verdana; line-height:95%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]tracking bc SHERLOCK REFERENCE WAS A+.[/fancypost]


    [size=2][url=http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?action=profile;u=204865]★ ★ ★

  • I THOUGHT I SAW THE DEVIL THIS MORNING }} open, death

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Well damn. And to think that Countingpaw hadn't even met the poor soul. Several of sheep's former characters had, and they all said he would be missed.




    The snow leopard slowly trailed after Malicious, a devasted expression upon her formerly sugary-sweet features. "Oh gosh, oh gosh..." The fem would murmur, furrowing nonexistent brows in horror. "Rest in peace," She murmured under her breath in an utterly museless, very, very sad post.




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  • SHARKS AND MINNOWS - open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]/ 'i'm not a thing' 'you're on meth, obviously'
    Arching an imaginary eyebrow, Countingpaw approached. "What in the name of small pink earthworm is going on?" The patterned wildcat would inquire incredouslouly, holding in a fit of giggles.




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  • SHOWER ME IN KISSES || open ; countingpaw needed

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Rounded ears perked instantly at the sound of Malicious's voice. The femme stood, leaping off of a plush orange beanbag and stretching luxoriously. Countingpaw had to admit, there were some pretty strong feelings up in there, on both sides apparently. She bounded over to the door, shouldering it open.




    "Hiya! What's up?" The patterned wildcat inquired brightly, a charming and pleasant smile adorned upon her maw. Upon hearing his further questions, the fae nodded vigourously. "Oh my gosh, of course! Of course, of course I'll go with you!" Countingpaw chirped, "On both the date and to the dance. Not sure if it's the same thing though... But, yeah."




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  • ooc + opinions on moriarty?

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]/okay so count doesn't really have an opinion on him, but from earlier experiences with miami and jade i think dean is rad af




    "I don't really know Dean that well, but he seems pretty awesome! He's vice-regent, right? I haven't formally met him before re, but I should really get to know him. Magnumstar must really trust him to make him vice-regent, which means I trust him too!"




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  • SHOWER ME IN KISSES || open ; countingpaw needed

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]That was weird to think about, wasn't it? A boyfriend. It would be Countingpaw's first- she had always been a hopeless romantic, but she had ever found the right guy for her. Until now, of course.




    The girl took the rose in her jaws, placing it upright on her windowsill for everyone to see. And as she engulfed in a hug, Countingpaw giggled in delight, aiming to bury her head into his shoulder. This was going to be great.




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  • I HEAR SYMPHONIES | open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Sheepy had the perfect name. Time for a name change thread, boom chicka boom.




    As she heard Malicious's voice enter her ears, the girl leapt to her paws. "Holy shit, you scared me!" a curse word. Oh no. Countingpaw slapped her paw over her mouth, embarassment turning her ears and cheeks bright red. "I mean, Uh... Whoops."




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