Posts by blue sargent

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  • creative title because sorry for inactivity [open]

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    OVER RIVERS, FARMS, AND STATE-LINES

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    "I'm all right," Pitter replied. "Just trying to get back into the swing of things, that's all."    [/fancypost]


    Pitterpatter - Warrior - DarkClan - Moderately Hard - Put name in navy if attacking
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  • she never looked in the mirror // private // she never liked what she would see

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    Writers keep writing what they write[/fancypost]
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    Rushed ;.;


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    Bushelkit was so f.cking done with this place.
    No one talked to her.
    And when she did talk, she got a bunch of glares from people.


    When she tried to get in on things, people shoved her away because she was too young.


    It wasn't like she could help being a kit. Wasn't being a kit normal? Why couldn't they just accept the fact that she wanted to get ahead in the game, and participate in the things that the apprentices did? Why couldn't they just let her do what she wanted? After all, she would just b.tch about it until she had practically chewed their ears off.
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  • annie don't be shy here // private

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    ic. So Florida Atwood probably wasn't the most popular apple on the tree, but she didn't really mind it much. After all, she'd had a bit of an inactivity streak recently, so there was that. But she had a good amount of friends, which included Dragonflybeat and Stella and Sigma, and plenty of others. But Dragonflybeat was like her best friend, which she was really glad to have, considering that she'd almost gotten herself kicked out of the Clan before she had even decided to join.


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  • black cat with a black back pack [private / sarg]

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    [sub]RAVEN // OMEN // NAME IN [color=indigo]INDIGO
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    Of course, Raven had plenty of things on her mind at the moment. The fact that both of her siblings were now dead was one thing. The other was the fact that her father, adopted niece, and brother-in-law had all decided to come and tell her. Each on separate occassions. And that had annoyed the h.ll out of her.




    She and Holly had never been close. In fact, the two had practically hated each other's guts. Holly for Raven abandoning her at a young age, and Raven for the fact that after everything they had been through, Holly had still decided to stay with their insane mother.




    So what if Raven had had a bad childhood? Now she was here in BoneClan, and she was a high position above all things. It was the fact that she could never escape that part of her past that scared her to pieces. But it was that one side that she never let show. But now was not the time for thinking such things.




    Turning, the pure black female turned at the sound of one of the Omens-in-Training calling her name. Now which one was this again? Oh, that's right. This was Dawn. Not that the she-cat had seen her around much. That honor still went to Ella, Deliah, and Ares. Nodding to the young cat, Raven mewed, "Hello there. Something I can help with?"




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  • {We Will Never Be Alone} The Last of Us RP - REOPEN!

    Think of a tactic? Easy for you to say! Continuing to run, Joel found that Ellie was starting to get ahead of him, which sparked an idea. "Ellie!" He called. "Make sure everyone gets out of here! I'll hold them back."
    "Joel!"
    Just do it!"


    Nodding slightly, the girl turned back and kept running, her backpack thumping harder and harder into her back as she ran. Maddy and Cody continued to run as well, stopping to glance at Joel before continuing on. Carson on the other hand, wasn't easily fooled, and stopped, taking cover beside him and readying her gun.
    "You need to keep running," He said to her.
    "And leave you to have all the fun?" She joked. "Not a chance old man." And with that, she aimed her rifle over the cover and fired.

  • {We Will Never Be Alone} The Last of Us RP - REOPEN!

    ((Well now I know what Carson's gonna be doing XD Thanks for letting us know Olive! We'll miss you! Also: TIMESKIPPING))


    Finally they'd made it out of that town.
    It had been a few nights, and the group was now staying somewhere in the woods, and the sun had already gone down. Ellie was sitting by the campfire, Joel was checking his equipment, Cody and Maddy had take it upon themselves to cook the meal, and Carson was standing guard.