Posts by CINNAMONROLL R.

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  • FEAST YOUR EYES ON THIS [OPEN, FOOD FIGHT] GET IT...?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify]"Yeah, uh... Would anyone mind if I ate some of the food? Heh heh..." Yep, it was pretty typical of Cinnamon to ask that. But why not, though? There was some pretty delicious food here that was only being used for the simple purpose of wearing it. Well, she saw it as delicious, at least. She was also certain that she was going to get pelted with food in the process of sitting beside a small, undisturbed meal to chow down on it if she didn't bother to run off with it first.


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  • MAGIC CONCH - THANKSGIVING SITE EVENT

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify]"It sure doesn't look like they're going to come back for it," Cinnamonroll murmured sarcastically as she approached the scene with steady caution. She eyed off the scattered delicatessens with a quirked brow and noted the several different varieties of foods that were present. What appeared to be cooked turkeys, potatoes and more. Strange choice of food, but hey, it was certainly better than garbage. Her gaze drifted up to the sky for a short moment to see if the plane that had left behind its belongings was going to make a detour, but to her surprise, it didn't make another appearance. "What do you babes suggest we do with it all?" Cinna inquired, raising her head to look at her Clanmates.

  • i've got a migraine... || o, attempted suicide.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify]Cinnamon herself had been absorbed in some pleasant and satisfying daydreams when she'd heard some disturbing commotion coming from the nearby distance. The jarl quietly asserted herself back into reality's realm and began to sweep her gaze frantically across her surroundings to see if she could catch a glimpse of the curious noises she'd heard. During this (Simultaneously, pretty much), her heart had been lightly thumping due to rising panic for anyone who may have been injured.


    Eventually pinpointing a location to track down, the bengal made no hesitation to start making her trek across the slopes to the group. After a while of brisk approaching she finally arrived outside the house which had the saddening scene enclosed. She quickened her pace and arrived by the door of which had a small note pinned to it. She quickly skimmed over the words and didn't take too long to register that this was a farewell note. Gulping gently, Cinnamon stepped inside.


    She emitted a small, cut off gasp as she was revealed to the trio. A lone rope dangled peculiarly from the roof, and just below it was an exasperated Setekh with a partial section of the rope hanging tightly off of his neck, practically strangling the life and soul out of him. Fuck, what was he doing? Her golden gaze transferred over to Phyrric as he made a desperate attempt to tear the rope. If he didn't succeed, the male was doomed to die, and Cinna wasn't prepared to witness such a tragedy.

  • open, new body || FEARLESS WAS MY MIDDLE NAME

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify]Wait, this was Phyrricpaw? Cinnamonroll clasped a paw around her mouth and giggled at her mistake. She probably should've been able to tell it was him from the start, but then again, none of her other Clanmates had recognised him too. "Goodness, my bad," The female muffled through her paw. She planted it down again when she continued on, saying, "Wicked bod', hun! My original form used to be a domestic feline and caracal hybrid; It was pretty cool havin' the pointed ears and all!"

  • STIR UP SOME TROUBLE — open, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify]/ flails bc corey


    Ah, so this guy had the Grimm family in his blood? Fascinating. Cinnamon hadn't caught one of those in a while. A lot of them seemed to lurk around BloodClan and The Exiles nowadays, but since she rarely visited those groups, her lack of interaction with Grimm family members wasn't surprising.


    The jarl approached the scene with a light and warm expression present on her facial features. She offered the newly joined albino wolf a dip of her head in greeting as she came to a steady halt beside Nagisa. "Mhm, welcome to ShadowClan, hun! I'm Cinnamonroll Resurgam, but you can call me whateve' you wish."

  • plot with cinna v2

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify]soo i really need to start getting cinnamon more socially involved again since she's dropping in activity, so would anyone like to have a thread/plot with her?


    she's open to everything but litters, capture & death !!

  • plot with cinna v2

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify] deer : aha yess
    would you like a thread ??
    Happeh : because i'm such a silly walnut and lost their old thread suRE THING
    who makes ?? 0:
    @mei: sure !! who makes? cx
    @yvette: lmao we can see how things'll turn out
    who makes the threadd ?? cx
    @beat: oo definitely
    cinna could begin to feel rlly guilty about capturing him in the first place aha
    who makes ??
    Indigo : sure thing!! (x who makes?

  • DID YOU KNOW I CAN BENCH PRESS SEVEN CHILDREN [OPEN, MEETING]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify]Cinnamonroll wasn't late to a meeting for the first time in... Well, forever. The concept was a little astonishing to the female, but she managed to let the announcements of the meeting to captivate her rather than the miracle that had just occurred. The first announcements she regarded with a steady dip of her head; She'd seen Setekh attempt suicide as of recent, and from what she'd heard, poor Sagittarius had passed away a few days before that, so this was a clearly obvious announcement. The next was just the usual promotions, demotions, warnings and shoutouts, all of which she gave the appropriate expression towards (smiling for promotions, frowning for demotions, etc). She was sad to hear that her two friends, Peri and Gemini, had been demoted for their activity. Hopefully they weren't dead... Gosh, that was the last thing she needed right now.


    Finally, when all had been said, Cinnamon raised her chin upwards and offered a congratulatory smile, purring, "Noted, and congratulations babes!"

  • MAGIC CONCH - THANKSGIVING SITE EVENT

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify]"Whew, good, because eating's the number one thing on my list," Cinnamonroll breathed, her voice laced with both amused and genuine relief. The bengal didn't hesitate to locate a large turkey for her to claim so she could seat herself down and chow down on its flesh.


    But before she was able to pierce the dead avian with her teeth, a curious statement reached her ears, one from Radioactivepaw. It made her tense and recall on the tragedy that had happened so long ago, right when she didn't want to recall on it. Cinna clenched her teeth together and gave her head a harsh shake to rid her mind of the memory. She couldn't think of her loss now, not when an uncommon event had just occurred.

  • DID YOU KNOW I CAN BENCH PRESS SEVEN CHILDREN [OPEN, MEETING]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify]Cinnamon's ears flickered as she heard her name reach her ears. There was a small urge for her to jubilantly purr the words 'Das' me', but that urge vanished when she smelt the scent of artificial cherry wafting from Jiyu's direction. She tensed, joy gradually bubbling up inside of her, and swivelled around to see the calico offering her yet, another candy cane. Her ears flickered once more, and she took the hook with glee. Man, she really needed to hang around Jiyu more often... Without exploiting her for her seemingly endless supply of candy canes, obviously. Pfft.


    "You're a life saver, hun." The jarl purred, popping the cane in her mouth and vigorously sucking at it. This one was just as good as the bubblegum one she'd previously given her.

  • it's my party > open, candle incident & development

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify][size=6][shadow=black,left]♕ cinnamonroll[/shadow][/size]
    Cinnamon, being Cinnamon, had found a twoleg object out in the territory once again; Valhalla island, to be precise. Discovering new things was one of the many positives of being an adventurous, but one of the negatives was what those discoveries could do to you.


    Along the shore of the island Cinna had come across five lit candles formed in a circle. She didn't know who had left them here, but one thing she knew was that the minuscule flames that flickered on the wicks were definitely eye-catching. Without hesitation the excitable feline began to bound over to the circle of candles, but unfortunately, she went a bit too fast. The jarl accidentally stumbled on her paws and tumbled right into the circle, her fur instantly catching alight.


    Pain searing through her body, Cinnamon squealed and staggered over to the water, which she flopped into with a pant of relief. She was okay... But the shore wasn't. To the side of her vision she spotted the fallen candles gradually begin to ignite the grass below it. "Sh*t..." The bengal whispered, frozen with panic. She watched as the blades of grass begin to gradually catch aflame, her heart sinking as each one caught fire.


    After a few long moments of watching she was able to unfreeze into consciousness again, and without hesitation Cinna began to fling pawfuls of water onto the flames. After a short while she managed to extinguish the flames, but only just. The patch of grass that had been burnt away slowly sizzled away until all that was left was a circle of ash.


    / Basically, she set some grass on fire by accidentally knocking over a circle of candles but managed to extinguished the fire before anything got catastrophic.

  • I'M A SILHOUETTE || oneshot

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify][size=6][shadow=black,left]♕ cinnamonroll[/shadow][/size]
    / oo, i like this, including the choice of lyrics 0:


    track, may post depending on my muse

  • prince of the playground > private, labyrinth

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify][size=6][shadow=black,left]♕ cinnamonroll[/shadow][/size]
    Cinnamonroll struck her paw into the shallow waters and let out a triumphant yelp as she felt her claws sink into scaly flesh. The jarl hauled her catch out of the water, a lovely trout, and tossed it aside for later. Cinna had recently been self-teaching herself to fish by the shores of Halgafjell island, and so far, she'd been pretty successful. She'd caught at least five fish in the past three days, which felt like a pretty big accomplishment to her.

  • you were comforting & quiet > private, kaijū

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify][size=6][shadow=black,left]♕ cinnamonroll[/shadow][/size]
    Cinnamonroll patted her mouth with her paw as another yawn made it's way out of her lips. The female was currently seated by the shore of Helgafjell island, feasting on one of the many fish she'd caught in the recent days. She hadn't realised how delicious fish actually were until their move to the archipelago, meaning that she'd adapted to her new piscivore diet pretty well.

  • she'll pull out a flask > private, spanishlullaby

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify][size=6][shadow=black,left]♕ cinnamonroll[/shadow][/size]
    Cinnamonroll patted her mouth with her paw as another yawn made it's way out of her lips. The female was currently seated by the shore of Helgafjell island, feasting on one of the many fish she'd caught in the recent days. She hadn't realised how delicious fish actually were until their move to the archipelago, meaning that she'd adapted to her new piscivore diet pretty well.

  • i'm headed straight for the castle > open, small announcement

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify][size=6][shadow=black,left]♕ cinnamonroll[/shadow][/size]
    Cinnamonroll was a big contemplator, particularly towards the candy cane of '015. She thought about it lots, and how the loss of the candy canes had either benefitted her or worn her down, but there was something she hadn't quite figured yet. Something else to focus on than the hooked candy. She couldn't just mourn over her loss forever. So, she was going to finally take action.


    Cinna had recently become discovered that she had the ability to fish well. She'd tested out different techniques and methods in her spare time and figured that she wasn't just going to waste this new talent. She was going to incorporate it into her life; Into her diet, to be precise. "Huns," The bengal called to anyone nearby. Her voice was a little more dampened than usual. More... serious. "I've decided to become a piscivore, which is where I only eat fish and no other meats of plants. Nothing huge, but I just figured that I'd tell you about it. On the other hand, would anyone like some fishing lessons?"

  • MAGIC CONCH - THANKSGIVING SITE EVENT

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px;][justify][size=6][shadow=black,left]♕ cinnamonroll[/shadow][/size]
    Cinnamon flinched with surprise as she felt a muzzle touch her shoulder but instantly relaxed moments after. "Yeah yeah, just... Reminiscing." The jarl replied, giving a nod of appreciation to Blackpath for his concern.