Posts by MIKI SAKIRA K.

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  • The Rye or the Kaiser || O, Battle Training || I mean Eye of the tiger

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    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 408px; line-height: 14px; font-family: arial; text-align: left;][size=9] Having trotted up just as the others had decided on their target, she bounded after them, heavy tail streaming, falling well behind due to her weight issues and the lack of ever having run full-tilt in her life. Watching as Eddie fell, she kept her pace as the others seemed to speed up, much to her disbelief, and she didn't get there, huffing and puffing her cute spotted butt up and plopping it down beside the other RiverClanner, sniffing at his feet like Arcanepaw was. She was nowhere near as good of a healer as her leader, she hardly knew a blueberry from a juniper, but that didn't mean she couldn't learn something now. Still breathing hard, she peered at Eddie curiously, waiting for him to answer Arcane.

  • THE SUN GOES DOWN || SHADOWCLAN RAID

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    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 408px; line-height: 14px; font-family: arial; text-align: left;][size=9] Miki would scamper back into her family's secret little cave-den and she would growl nervously. She wasn't sure where her family was, two of her siblings were more or less nonexistent at this time, Himi and Miki hadn't really spoken, and it had been a little while since she'd last seen her father. The slightly-overweight snow leopard cub would lash out if anyone came too close to her little hidey-hole, but she'd otherwise stay out of this.

  • This Isn't Going To Be Pretty ;; Open + Windclan News

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    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 408px; line-height: 14px; font-family: arial; text-align: left;][size=9] Miki would feel the fur rising on her shoulders. What kind of allies abandoned their friends in their time of need? What was this WindClanner talking about? Did they find anything good among BloodClan? The femme would lift her lips a little in the beginnings of a growl, but Arcanepaw's voice halted her, and she tilted her head slightly downward, flicking her rounded ears almost guiltily. Was it her place to find disapproval? No. The answer was obvious. Lashing her tail, she deemed it that she should speak with Arcanepaw or Ramses about the real politics of this Clan, if she was ever going to be a good member to it, despite the fact that she was hardly three months old.

  • BUT YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO SELL — open, baby on border

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    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 408px; line-height: 14px; font-family: arial; text-align: left;][size=9] She didn't know who Y, he wasn't at all familiar, but her thick coat, suited for winters in the himalayan mountains more than the heat of the beach here, would shield her from the cold that surrounded him. Crouching nearby, she sniffed gently, tail twitching languidly. Y muttered something strange, a name perhaps?, and she scootched closer without her seeming to notice she was even moving, nose stretching forward. "What is it?" She mewed, round ears twitching along with her whiskers.