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  • Plot/Chat Thread!

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    [justify][sup]Hey, guys, I've finally decided to join! Yay!


    Does anyone want a thread with Tellpaw as I get started on a joining thread for her?

  • give me a shot at the night [ open - joining ]

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    [justify][size=8]Tellpaw hadn't lived much of a thrilling life. She had been born to two kittypets, Scipio Massimo and an unknown NPC. Wow, had life been boring in there. Sure, being served food three times a day without even needing to move a muscle was great, but the cinnamon-and-white feline was looking for something more in life. She needed action, excitement, romance. Something that you couldn't find if you were cooped up in a house all day long.


    And so, about a week ago, the six-moon-old feline escaped through an open window. She loved her housefolk dearly, but they simply weren't exciting. Sometimes a feather on a stick gets boring, you know? After that, Burgundy - she despised that name - deemed herself Tellpaw.


    Her delicate paws - expected from any pampered feline - padded over cautiously, examining everything closely with her sea-green eyes. Amazing, really. How did they survive out here with no one to look after them? Well, that question served the sole purpose for leaving her cushy life.


    "Hello?" Tellpaw meowed, not used to speaking loudly. Was anyone listening? Could they hear her?

  • let us begin with the basics [ open ; battle training ]

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    [justify][size=8]The lady-liked trainee arrived. Oh, she would like this. But would her pelt get dirty? Hopefully not; the cinnamon-and-white feline couldn't stand getting muck on the white patches of her fur. Maybe she'd get to wash off afterwards if she got dirty.


    "Hello there," Tellpaw greeted a bit cautiously to the strangers. "My name is Tellpaw. I wish to join you."

  • give me a shot at the night [ open - joining ]

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    [justify][size=8]"Oh, yes, hello there." She dipped her head down in greeting to Samson. This was a good start; someone arrived not long after she did. "My name is Tellpaw, and I wish to join your... group. What is this one called?" The young female knew seldom about any clans, other than that they lived in the wild and fought for each other. She had lived closer to RiverClan than anyone, and even then didn't know what they went by.

  • he uh.. ( open, capture ) takes the story very seriously

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    [justify][size=8]Tellpaw had no comment on this situation, let alone did she know what was currently going on. The member had joined just then, and was still learning about SkullClan. So, rather than congratulate as her clanmates were doing, the cinnamon-and-white feline just watched without making a peep.

  • I'M THE GIRL YOU'D DIE FOR ; meet and greet

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    [justify][size=8]Tellpaw trotted over, knowing none of the creatures that were there. She had seen some of them, but their names still remained a mystery to the new member of SkullClan.


    "Hello there. My name is Tellpaw Massimo, though you may simply call me Tellpaw." The lady-like six-moon-old sat down, keeping her chin high and posture correct.

  • HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE — mentality training, open

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    [justify][size=8]Train my mind? My mind is perfectly logical and reasonable, what more would I need? These clan cats are so strange.


    Tellpaw arrived, not knowing whether or not she should speak up and say, 'Yes, I would like to participate in such an activity.' So, rather the trainee stayed there, watching quietly.

  • SEASONS CHANGE, YOU'RE NOT THE SAME )) open

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    [justify][size=8]"I simply adore flowers," Tellpaw purred merrily, looking at each of the colorful plants thoroughly. All of them held the same special beauty, even though their coloration and shapes didn't match. The cinnamon-and-white feline was a girly-girl who enjoyed kicking butt, what could she say?

  • give me a shot at the night [ open - joining ]

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    [justify][size=8]"Then I, Tellpaw Massimo, pledge my loyalty to SkullClan." The former housecat could hardly contain her excitement - though she was still capable of it. But, to think that she was now a member of such a group made her tingle a little bit inside.

  • DRIP DROP )) Open, returning (( PLIP PLOP

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    [justify][size=8][Hi Rushy! c:]


    "Welcome back, June," the new member of SkullClan meowed, padding over in her delicate way of walking. Tellpaw wouldn't have known her, seeing as she had only just recently joined, but someone to have earned a position of any kind deserved some recognition.

  • remember the storm, joining.

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    [justify][size=8]Tellpaw seemed to be the first to arrive, walking forward with her chin held high like the little lady she was. The trainee could remember what another member of SkullClan had asked her for: her name and business. Assuming that this was an okay job for anyone to handle, the cinnamon-and-white feline asked, "May I have your name and business here?"

  • Plot/Chat Thread!

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    [justify][size=8]Threads, threads, threads, anyone?

  • let us begin with the basics [ open ; battle training ]

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    [justify][size=8]Tellpaw didn't want to mention the fact that she had never had much practice in battling, having never fought a war before. That was the kind of thing that she would leave to the wild cats who occasionally would kill each other. They had looked moronic to the alabaster-splattered feline, but it looked like she was going to have to become one of them.