Posts by Lightpaw96

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  • here we go again )) open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] DARKCLAN — KIT — HOVER FOR TAGS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Piper padded forwards slowly, her steps somewhat tentative as she approached the group. A lot of them seemed to be older than her, but then she couldn't always tell. The calico kit sat down softly once she reached the others and offered everyone a polite smile. "Hello," she greeted, her voice coming out much higher than she had intended it to. Green eyes widening slightly, Piper gave a shake of her head and let her gaze fall to her paws. She wasn't usually a shy female, but she felt slightly nervous being around so many unfamiliar faces. Seeing as Cain had introduced himself, the tri-coloured child decided that she should as well. "My name's Piper, by the way. Oh, and I haven't been up to anything. I've just been trying to get to know some of the other members." Having caught Ravenpaw's question, Piper felt as though she should answer it and once she had finished speaking, let her gaze flit from person to person, the small smile still planted upon her maw.
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  • people only have substance [p; piper] within the memories of other people

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] DARKCLAN — KIT — HOVER FOR TAGS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]The young female ducked through the crowd, weaving her way through the larger Darkclanners. Her pale green eyes were locked on the figure of an unfamiliar black feline, determined to make some friends in the clan. Piper was four moons old but didn't really know anyone due to the fact that she had hidden in the nursery for a longer amount of time that was necessary. "Hello," she greeted once she reached the other female. "What are you doing?" Piper tilted her head to one side slightly as she asked the question, having noticed that the black kitten was pretty much unmoving.
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  • IM SO FANCY (Open Power Discover) CANT YOU TASTE THIS GOLD?

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]"Wow," Piper muttered, padding forwards. She had watched as the feline apparently turned into a canine and although she had some knowledge about how people could turn into other animals, she had always been somewhat sceptical. But the young kit had seen it with her own eyes. "How did that happen?" Piper asked, tilting her head to the side. She wasn't sure if Honeymoon would know the answer herself, but asked regardless.
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  • NO BIG DEAL — open, new body

    [justify][size=9pt]The cheetah's amber eyes fell upon the chick and he let a smile curve across his maw. Jarlan had never met Lux before, but he had seen him around and knew that he hadn't always been a chick. Obviously he had the shapeshifting ability or multiple possessions. The cub had been learning about powers and he had to admit that seeing them in action definitely helped. "Nice body," he mewed as he padded forwards, his voice shaky as it always was when speaking to someone he didn't know very well. "It's cute."[/size][/justify]

  • WE ARE THE FALLEN ANGELS --» open, wings

    [justify][size=9pt]Amber eyes scanning the small group, Jarlan padded forwards and focused on Tinykit and her wings. "It looks like that hurt," he commented, eyeing the slightly bloodied wings with faint concern. The cheetah cub didn't know Tinykit very well, but he didn't like to think of anyone in pain. But the wings certainly were nice. "The wings look great though," the tom finished, giving a small nod. Jarlan then sat down, a small smile planted on his maw.[/size][/justify]

  • open | don't blame it on me

    [justify][size=9pt]"Hey," the tom mewed, a nervous smile on his maw as he approached the small group. Jarlan recognised a couple of them, but it seemed as though there were a couple he hadn't met before. "I'm Jarlan, by the way." The cheetah introduced himself with a nod and sat down, swiping a pink tongue across each shoulder before focusing back on those around him.[/size][/justify]

  • SATURDAY MORNING // open hunting

    [justify][size=9pt]Ruby padded forwards with a grin. "I'll come," she barked, coming to a halt beside Shireharvest. The wolf had never really spoken to the tom, but hunting seemed to be a good way to get to know some people that she didn't already. At least it would give them something to do if conversation ran dry. With a small shrug, the female turned back to the feline, waiting to see if many others would join them.[/size][/justify]

  • i'm gonna party like //OPEN: LEE'S REALLY OLD// it's ya birthday

    [justify][size=9pt]"Oh, is it your birthday?" Silentkit asked, padding over to the duo. It may have seemed like a silly question, but the young ocelot wanted to make sure before saying anything else. With a grin on his maw, Silentkit let his amber eyes flit between the two males. He was curious to know how old Lee was, but he didn't want to ask just yet. Anyone over twelve moons was old to Silentkit and he didn't want to accidentally offend the tom.[/size][/justify]

  • knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked -- open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]"Hello," Piper greeted as she padded over to the small group, a smile on her maw. She didn't know many of the other Darkclanners either, but she was in the process of meeting some of them, which was good. The calico kitten wasn't sure if any of them would end up being her friends, but she certainly hoped so. With a flick of her white-tipped tail the female sat down, pale green eyes scanning those already there before focusing again on Noctis.
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  • YOU BETTER RUN AWAY | herb collecting

    [justify][size=9pt]Ruby trotted forwards, coming to a stop when she reached the small group. "I can help," she barked with a glance towards the others. The wolf didn't know one or two of them, but that could be fixed. Shooting a polite smile in their direction, Ruby then faced Augustus again, waiting for any further instructions.[/size][/justify]

  • THE GHOST-FINDING APP OF TERROR / OPEN, CLAN EVENT, GHOSTS?

    [justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]The wolf had been sleeping quite soundly when her blanket was ripped mercilessly from her body and she found herself being pushed out of her bed. "Wha-," the female muttered groggily, blinking sleepiness out of her eyes. It was only then that Ruby felt the coldness around her and saw that things in her room seemed to be moving of their own accord. Her amber eyes scanned the room, resting on a back shadow with white eyes. It was scary, that much the canine knew. Baring her teeth and letting a growl rip from her jaws, the wolf backed out of her room.


    "What's going on?" Ruby called as she reached the hallway. She could hear others around but didn't immediately recognise the voices. Of course, she knew that they were ghosts or spirits, or whatever you wanted to call them, but she wanted to know why they were there.

  • Heart on[p]the line

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] DARKCLAN — KIT — HOVER FOR TAGS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]The female's pale green eyes settled on the cub and widened slightly. She had seen wildcats around the clan, but she had never voluntarily approached one of them. Piper was much smaller than them and if she was honest, they intimidated her a bit. But the small calico wanted to make friends, and it wasn't fair to discount some simply because they scared her a bit. They were probably all really nice anyway. Approaching the striped female, Piper offered her a smile. "Hello," she greeted with a flick of her tail. "I'm Piper. What's your name?"
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  • ALL MEN ARE PIGS! // open; m&g

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] DARKCLAN — KIT — HOVER FOR TAGS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]"Hello," the female greeted as she padded towards the group, coming to a stop once she had reached them. "My name's Piper." Sitting down softly, the calico shot a small smile towards everyone already there before focusing again on Glasskit. She seemed nice.
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