Posts by Miss Havisham

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[hr][size=8]"Of course, but no credit? Not even a shoutout?" Her jests were deepened by mock offense. Ever since her very public, very loud dispute with Mizupaw, her advocacy and practice of the uncommon kit-stealing had become known to the dismay of her more passive peers. Where had he been when she was being antagonized? Miss's fierce need to be an individual would have refused his support, of course, but it did take note. The calico's tail twirled behind her loosely. She'd digressed- it was a rare occasion for the rook to agree with the king on anything, so surely this deserved at least a little recognition.
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[hr][size=8]"You seem quite young." It wasn't unheard of for those in older bodies to take over the younger ones- bodies that were more spry and capable than their own- despite the immorality of essentially killing the soul that once lived in that body by taking it over. Still, it wasn't typical for someone to posses one that was as little as a baby serval with soft fur and underdeveloped coordination. What use did it have, unless it was a birth body? No. Surely Rushingclan wouldn't allow itself to be led by a child. Neither them or their allies would ever go so far. "Congratulations. How did this come about, exactly?"
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If I made a bio-writing game or challenge would y'all feel motivated to update/create yours? c:

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[hr][size=8]RANKINGS:
1. Feza !
2. Vintagemisery !
3. Milkywaywishes and Lloyd !

Y'all may claim your prizes [ here ].
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[hr][size=8]The creases in her brow deepened. "Then I am sorry for both your loses," uttered her low mew, referring to the loss of his mother and of his childhood. Having been a mother more than once, her mind had tracked the progress of her children over the moons to calculate that no one so young should have that responsibility upon them. She'd seen many King hopefuls realize leadership was a thankless, often depressing job, even for the most capable of cats. The only ways their time had ended was if they crashed, they cracked, they retired, or they died. In that regard, her pessimism was often unchallenged. It wasn't common for her to drop such words in any occasion, but her grim prediction was almost compulsory. "Alone, your new position will destroy you." Twitching, her ears began to slant back.
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Temperance D.A. wrote:

Threads with Tempy while she's here? :3

yesyes :3c

Aight. See ya soon. uwu

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[hr][size=8]With the soft patting sounds of pawpads on stone floor came the mistress of bittersweet lies."It's hard, isn't it? Going your entire life thinking that your parents loved you only to realize that they haven't taken very good care of you at all." A pink tongue darted out to lick along her grimly set lips. "My father bailed, and my mother was a very well-meaning cat, but I really ended up being raised by a gang of misfits. They're the only reason I'm a second-in-command now." The calico tried to leave some space between herself and the youngster. After all, the wasn't as good with comfort as she was with sympathetic words. "Don't worry, Temperance. We're going to take really good care of you here. We'll teach you how to be strong, how to be part of a real family, and how to take care of yourself if the day should ever come when you need to, but for that to happen I'm going to need you to be brave." The kit was so small, so frail, so weak. Crying after being parted from her father for what couldn't be more than a day. What had they been teaching her back there? It would seem as if they all had their work cut out for them.
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somewhere a child senses a disturbance in the world and begins to weep

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[hr][size=8]"We should have done the same moons ago," the older calico mumbled under her breath as she moved to stand beside Feza. Allyship held no value in her eyes, not unless it was actively benefiting them. Her voice was raised slightly as her posture followed. Didn't want to give the little kid the wrong impression. "This is a message Lionstar himself should hear. Come with us to our mansion to deliver it." The femme's tail flicked in the direction of their camp, already turned to trot off towards the mansion. Tilting her head so as to try to shield her expression from the Rogue, she glanced towards Feza and flashed her eyes. The messenger was practically a kitten- if they could get him deep enough into their camp they could keep him and rescue him from his current clan, just as they had Birchcub and Temperance. Besides, what was there to lose? BHR were neutrals now.
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[hr][size=8]"Oh! Hello Lionstar." Miss saw no point in correcting the kitten and raising suspicion.After all, his new allias was so much more intimidating in sound. Oblivious as she usually was, even the calico could see how skittish the dude was. "Our very young friend here was just telling me that his BHR doesn't think we're worth allies anymore. In fact, they've so little respect for us that they sent their smallest kit to come and tell us." She eyed Kenma quickly before tugging her gaze back up. Mega had seen no problem with attacking the neutral Solsticeclan, so the BHR shouldn't be a problem, but was her king capable of catching on through that thick ego of his?
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[hr][size=8]Any hope she may have had of adding another to their collection of kittens vanished with the young one. "Megatron," she growled in a low voice. "That child was fair game. We could have kept him." Poor thing was so skittish, so weak, so sad. The capture would have been quick, and possibly painless if Kenma didn't put up a fight, but none of her plans had succeeded as of late. Was he doing this to spite her? "At the very least, he could have been a hostage to prove we won't be dropped so easily." Wringing out her tail, the rook turned to leave. Oddly enough, something shuddering down her back told her that she was never truly alone anymore. Almost like she was being stalked.
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[hr][size=8][here u go, kid ;3]

"The Scottish fold is Lloyd, I'm Miss Havisham, and that ugly hunk of muscle over there is Megatron." The calico winked as she approached. Her brighter mew was usually reserved for such cases, so Miss took this rare opportunity to give her voice a break from its typical negativity. "Guess you're in the gang, then. Welcome to the family." Scarred and battered, the frail calico must have been an unusual sight amongst her more powerful-looking peers. There was also the fact that a small triangle had been nicked off of her left ear, matching the bear's scar. If that wasn't a sign, she didn't know what was.

Her cold, amber eyes gave his physique a quick scan before her head gave a subtle nod. She'd captured a wolf pup a few months ago in order to train him to be her personal bodyguard and brawn. Unfortunately, it had been a while since she'd seen Birchcub.

The bear was already built for physical power, and this Sam guy looked pretty young. Perhaps she'd found a perfect replacement.
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[hr][size=8]A growl rumbled in the calico's chest as she fumed in the sidelines. "dO Y'ALL HAVE NO CHILL?" She'd had the situation perfectly under control. The two hostiles were all ready to up and leave with their angry fumes trailing behind them. If they'd attacked, they could have easily pulled them off of their targets and captured them, but o. Here, violence was apparently Mega's default answer to everything. It even made the bear upset.

In the ruckus, Temperance had appeared, and it seemed that they were about to lose their newest kiddo. Having steeped back for the fighting earlier, the rook suddenly rushed in to aim to get in between the leader and the kitten or, if she was already scooped up, then aim to tackle the ocelot's head to attempt to knock her out of his grasp.
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So I was being nostalgic and looking at an old guide on how to get an HP and:

barden bella ♡ - gone wrote:

- Interact with the HPs, and stay on good terms with them. This can help a lot seeing that if your cat tries to kill the leader, he or she won't exactly be picked for deputy now, will they?

The ir on y is killing me xD

I found a template we could use for graphic organization. :3

Miss Havisham wrote:

I was trying to think of a way to organize big plots so that we can spread them out evenly and there's always something going on in the Skulls and, as the organization/craft blog/internet junkie that I am, I found all these really cute calendar templates online. Any interest in having an official one for the Skulls?
I was recently ogling this one. [warning : large pdf]

Beast clickity click

Same tbh
School + site stuff is like whoops
I'll try to get my activity back up later this week to see if I need to drop Miss, it's unlikely I will tho.

Eirene wrote:

Question would anyone be interested in kidnapping this adorable antifighting dragoness from the Prospit?

Miss is also up for capturing in case you need a backup.

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I feel this tbh.
Miss had a litter when she was super young and it caused her a lot of grief :0
My first main game character that I really stuck with never even got pregnant, and she was a boar that I played for a year.