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  • the type of kids at school uvu

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=7pt]not going to lie, i remember most of this from the superwoman video about it... not trying to call you out for it or anything though <333


    i like the bit about the 'foodchain' though, sounds a little like my school...

  • MORTUUS FAMILY TREE + Information

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=7pt]story - the story for this family is a complicated on to say the least. started by a little girl born from a tom being one of the surviving bloodclan drones (battlecry) and an unknown she cat who had died after her birth. she was never close to her father though he had adopted her into the clan regardless. even when he was unable to feel any real love for her or her mother. she was taught to be a well mannered she cat from day one and to serve her clan and 'master' like her father was made to do though she didn't really go out of her way to do this unlike him due to the fact that she hadn't been brainwashed in the same way as her father to feel pain every time she did something wrong. she was a rare specimen and quite quiet due to this though the rag doll was loyal to her clan and helpful. eventually she would make a family of her own, drifting away from her father who was too busy trying to look after his master and occasionally managing to talk to her without suffering. eventually she developed multiple possessions and took the form of a tiger though she would switch to her rag doll body sometimes.


    rules - work in progress


    members -
    disasterpaw mortuus
    diamondpaw mortuus

  • HUMBUG! [OPEN; MANDATORY; MEETING & PROMOTIONS!]

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=7pt]late to the meeting, patrick stumbled over only at the sound of his voice. shanghai? him? "congratulations guys and thank you so much" the grey marbled creature would mew, shocked to the point that he couldn't speek.


    mobile, i am so sorry but i never saw this ♥

  • COMPLETE GUIDE TO THE SKULLS

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=7pt]i didn't know he had been promoted, i'm so sorry <333


    i promise i will pick up activity with him, it was a misunderstanding <////3

  • i might be holding on too tight * open

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=7pt]mismatched eyes would blink once or twice. belonging to patrick. the tom was shaking slightly, moving carefully and making sure he could see anyone that might approach him. afraid though the reason was unclear. the spirit beside him seeming quite confused even though she was someone so close to him. having known him for so long.


    nightmares. insomnia. both had began to crawl toward the burly creature. something that had begun to freak him out. panic was then caused and it seemed like a purgatory for him. "what the hell is wrong with you?" he then heard a voice that made him jump. ghastly and almost unfamiliar though he could easily recognize who it belonged to. alexandra.


    "you know, you were there when my dad tried to kill me." he would respond quickly, defensive and jumpy. he knew he was alone though, other than alexandra. an excuse to talk about how he was feeling. "you know what its like to feel alone, don't you?" he would then add in a more sheepish and quiet tone. thinking to himself as he spoke.


    "since when was this the right time to talk about things like that. i thought you were over that b*stard anyway." allie would answer, her tone firm though with a small amount of sweetness hidden within it. he knew she was right, but he knew he couldn't suffer in health because things were on his mind and he wouldn't talk about them.


    "i can't sleep, allie." he would whisper, bringing a rough tongue across his shoulders as he thought of something to add. "The clan shouldn't suffer because of me, right?" he would then mew, his father didn't even deserve to leave that affect on him. he wouldn't be haunted by bad memories. that's all he ever was to him.


    a painful memory.

  • THIS LOVE WENT OUT OF CONTROL (open) THREE, TWO, ONE WHERE DID IT GO?

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=7pt]gir had already been through hell. depressed, his broken paw twisted and numb. seeming like it wouldn't heal at least for some time. when you were told things could only get better, was that really the case? he didn't really know anymore. he didn't really know anyone he could go to anymore, other than maybe his father and cloudedpaw but his trust in her had gone down considerably. less of his clanmates seemed to like her and though she was his adoptive sister he knew she was drifting away from him. maybe he was going to let her.

  • LISTEN UP YOU PIECES OF SHIT | MANDATORY MEETING

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=7pt]Pixiepaw made her way over, flinching at the uproar her father was making. Who would attack an ally though? It was asking for trouble. "Understood" she would answer with her telepathy, shifting from one paw to another. Hopefully her father would get into a better mood. Whoever was to blame for this was to blame though. They were practically waiting for death. Did they have nothing to live for? Maybe she wanted to be a pro-clan again. But she also wanted her mother back and she knew that wasn't happening.


    It was just something you had to get on with.

  • LISTEN UP YOU PIECES OF SHIT | MANDATORY MEETING

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=8]Pixiepaw... no, Glaciem now would listen to everyone. "But the WindClanner tasted so goood". That made her freeze. It made her blood boil. Her sister, Redrenne. Someone she trusted so much. How was she a cannibal? How had she became the kind of creature that she didn't even want to see anymore? "He didn't say to murder kits, did you dad?" she would mew, looking up at her father with hopeful light blue eyes.

  • i might be holding on too tight * open

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][font=arial][size=7pt]"Yeah, thanks" the tom would mew as he looked at Riotfire. "Just thinking really," he would mew before quickly adding "I'm not talking to myself, its a spirit" in a feeble attempt to show that he wasn't going mad.

  • district 12's rebellion [BLOODCLAN IS SET FIRE // OPEN]

    Disasterpaw screamed, her flame coloured pelt sticking up as she watched the fire making its way toward her. Desperate, she would do as the deputy had commanded and started to shovel massive paws full of sand on to the fire that had began to surround her. Part of her afraid for her ragdoll body though she told herself that it was a sacrifice she could make to save herself. She would still have her fighting body. She didn't want to die, not like this. "ThunderClan bastards" she growled to herself, knowing the group of cats she was ready to murder in seconds. Attacking her clan like this for a rebellion. Where there kits and young lived. Didn't they realize that things like this made them as bad as them? Takeover or no takeover.


    Gir on the other hand had already gotten far too close to make too much of a change to the raging inferno climbing toward him. Broken paw holding him back he would cry out, forcing himself to try and shovel sand onto the flames with his good paw though he knew he couldn't get out of this alone. "Cloudy!" he would bellow, seeing his sister getting trapped all for Risencorpse. She couldn't die. Even if he felt abandoned by her. She couldn't leave him. He felt the heat getting to him, smoke filling his lungs as he continued to push sand onto the dancing flames. As little use as it might have been for him it was worth it. He wouldn't give up in his possible last moments. Tears produced both from fear and the fumes welled up in his eyes as he looked for his father. Anyone.