Posts by Kodachrome

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    Paintball? Was it like painting or killing? Or maybe like an artist's rendering of murder? Sounded... artsy.


    "Hm, am I allowed to play?" the blind feline asked, flicking her mottled tail. Due to her disability, her ability to play would be difficult. But Kodapaw had plenty of experience with imaginary guns.


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    Kodapaw eavesdropped on the conversation. She didn't want to join the group, seeing as Karma was probably still furious at the way she acted when Clandestinerefuge asked her to also mother the kits and the six-moon-old didn't approve. Plus, it would have been awkward to roleplay two cats at once, so the caramelized tortie just kept doing whatever she had been doing.


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    "I'm Kodapaw, but you can call me Kodapaw," the insane, apprentice-aged elder greeted the newcomer. "I hope you don't die within your first few moons of living with us." The caramelized tortie made an attempt at one of those enormous Flappypaw grins, but she could only reach a thin curve at both ends.


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    [I'm working on Koda/Wither's family tree, but I only know the members of it up to Koda's great-grandmother. I can't remember who Auburnlight's parents were.


    Plus, she's only gen 5, so she doesn't have real family up past that.]


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    [I'm so glad that when I moved, it was before I even got on WCRPG. I can understand how difficult it must be for you, though. When we moved, I had to go one and a half weeks with no internet. Nowadays, I wouldn't be able to even survive through it x3.]


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    The blind elder padded forward like the undead, biting her lip. Though it was probably just one of those whatever things that Flappypaw called "super powers" - she didn't actually have any powers in the first place - this Narcissa person had that kind of air to her. Like she wasn't some random whatsit.


    "Welcome to RushingClan," Kodapaw meowed, remembering to not say what she would have. The blue-caramel feline had freaked out enough newcomers.


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    "Hello, whoever the heck you are," Kodapaw greeted, stumbling over to Frost. She couldn't really care less, actually, but it was something that clan cats were supposed to do. And she should know, seeing as she was born into easily-manipulated RiverClan where everybody tried to be so careful but still let themselves be controlled time after time.


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    "Hello there, random deer. Are you just another one of our clanmates or a joiner?" The caramelized tortie sniffed at the creature. Could have been either, seeing as Koda didn't know any deer in RushingClan.


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    "It's one of those power things. You can travel into various bodies. Pain-free, I believe." Multiple possessions seemed to be common just about everywhere. Kodapaw wished that she had it and until she did, the six-moon-old would be remaining as an elder forever.


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    The caramelized feline would have agreed with Frost, only it was freaking annoying that little pro-clan babies were invading a place called an anti-clan. Kodapaw had no reason to feel guilt about not returning to RiverClan because RushingClan was basically an old man in a dress. A laughing stock compared to the big guys like BloodClan and The Insignia.


    So the blind apprentice and/or elder stared straight ahaid with dead eyes, reflecting no light whatsoever.


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    [:c. I know how it must feel because my mom died several years back. Just keep moving forward.]


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    [Kodapaw hears "voices." Does that count towards anything?


    And, ermahgerd, RushingClan can't turn pro-clan. I either want them to suddenly become evil masterminds or back to the Tribe of Rushing Water. Imagine how cool that would be. *daydreams about it*] [color=#CCEE64]


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    "Congratulations," the blind tortoiseshell blankly stated, tromping forward. Two girls and one guy. "I was born to a litter like that. My brother died." What a way to speak to a new mother.


    Though Kodapaw could not see them, she guessed that they were identical to all kittens; weak and helpless. It was amazing that everyone started out like these tiny creatures, oblivious to existence.


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    "My mother has that power. Whenever she switches, her bodies go into a sort of sleeping state. They can't do anything and just lay there like they're dead." Kodapaw couldn't understand how they could survive without breathing, but Witheredpaw seemed to be able to gladly bounce around in them.


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    The elder lifted up a yellowy-colored ball. Though she had no idea what it looked like, it felt wet, as if someone dipped a sponge in water and then liquidized it. Sort of like slushy snow.


    Kodapaw squinted her sightless eyes, trying to see. It didn't quite work out. But the blue-caramel feline flung it forward anyways, pretending that she was shooting a shotgun at the other team.


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