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  • NO HABLO ; [ TOXIC ALLIANCE EXTRAVAGANZA : o ] ; ENGLES

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    Fashionably late, the dark pelted lynx trotted in cautiously, wearing his original, expressionless face. Warcorpse blinked his visible golden optic as he gazed around curiously. The lynx sat down somewhere by himself to watch everyone else, his bandage up optic stinging slightly.

  • I am a lost cause (O - Icepaw loses it) a lost, lost cause

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    Deadwonderland staggered back, her ears flattened as the emotions drowned her own thoughts. The lioness held back her wail of surprise as they eventually passed and she gazed at the alabaster apprentice. " Guys. I think you should leve him alone until a medic gets here. " Spoke the lioness.

  • moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs :: joining

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    It was a graceful sight to be seen. The large stag walked with confidence over the WindClan border, his ears perked and dark optics flickering around cautiously. He was originally from MountainClan, but his rper went inactive with him a while back then retired to find that the clan had dismembered.

    His name was Prongs. A white tailed buck, not young but not old. He'd been in plenty of fights, shown by the pink scars littering his light pelt. His chocolate optics were bright and humming with energy, but the deer kept himself under control.

  • standing in front of me :: blind kit :: joining

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    Tusedaykit smiled softly, her large ears picking up the sounds of more clanners gathering and a voice echoing out into the silence. " The pleasure is mine. "


    //Account Issues.
    (Probably Hacks)
    So I made a new one. PM me if I have threads to reply to.

  • moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs :: joining

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    Prongs turned to the kitten and canine with an amused expression faint on his face, lowering his large racked head to gaze curiously apon the speaker. " Greetigs young one. I am Prongs, and I wsh to join. " He spoke in a even, deep throated voice.

  • In This Castle I Am Queen [open]

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    Prongs trotted up to stand behind the doe, his ears perked with curiosity. Cougar? She was lucky to be standing here. The stag, suddenly, whipped his head around to scare away a pack of flies that had lande on his dusty pelt then returned to his confident, head raised pose.

  • moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs :: joining

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    He smiled and lifted his great horned head, snorting dust from his glossy ebony nose before speaking. " I swear my loyalty to WindClan and it's hierarchy. " Spoke the large stag.

  • I'm a gallery piece! {ben comes back!

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    Deadwonderland padded up, her amber optics fixed on the albino serval. She'd met him on the trip to ToBE, but that was the only time before now. The lioness dipped her head but stayed silent.

  • oh, strawberry avalanche : joining : please crash over me

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    Deadwonderland padded over curiously, looking at the feline with her amber optics. " Name and buisness? " asked the lioness, flicking her tail.


    EDIT :: ninja'd. XD

  • moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs :: joining

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    The stag dipped his head to the three that greeted him, a smile stretching across his maw.

  • deadwonderland of windclan :: v.2

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    Character Name:
    Deadwonderland Integrusi


    Gender:
    Female


    Sexuality:
    Bi-Sexual


    Clan/Group{if any}:
    WindClan


    Rank{if any}:
    Warrior


    Appearance:
    Main Body :: Deadwonderland is a large, muscular, short legged lioness. Her beautiful, sandy colored pelt is short and usually dusty, rarely clean and smooth for special occasions. Her small ears, rounded and tipped ebony, rest atop her large, square jawed head. Her muzzle is boxlike and heavily scarred, and underneath is a deadly pair of teeth. The fea's optics are a neat, almond shape and a orange-amber with tiny, black flecks around the pupil.


    Deas short legs are home to large, wideset paws and curved, needle sharp claws. Her body rather slender and muscular, perfect for running as well as fighting. She has a long tail tipped with dark fur longer than the rest of her pelt, and it usually is arked over back when she walks.


    Otter Body ::
    Deas otter body is relitively slender and small, its dark, beady eyes usually sparkling. Its top coat is a rich, chocolatey brown where its underbelly is a pure, alabaster white. Its dark grey, webbed feet are large and flat, matching the shape of its tail. Though, dea rarely uses this body.


    Horse Body ::
    Deadwonderland also has a beautiful gypsy vanner body that is painted black and white with a long mane and tail. Its powerful legs are feathered and quick, and her muscular body ripples underneath a glossy pelt. Its dark brown eyes are always cautious while in this body, and its personality is very visious.


    Hawk Body ::
    This is her most used body besides her lioness one. Its alabster feathers are glossy and spotted with regular red tailed hawk patterns. Her large wings are thick and long, making things easyer when flying. The bird is not that muscular and is usually used for patrolling and/or hunting.


    Appearance Image Links:
    lioness body
    clicky


    otter body
    clicky


    horse body
    clicky


    albino hawk
    clicky


    Personality:
    Deadwonder is a very competitive, energetic, short tempered feline. She has those days where she is moody, and mostly others she is very social. Dea is also rather emotional and bi-polar, laying on top if that is her fiery, stinging attitude that is farely easy to release. Her troublesome side is also usually showing, but she is not a rule breaker. The fea respects all other than herself and her enemies, and she will die for her clanmates, friends, and family.


    History:
    Dea was orginally born in CryptClan, raised to be cannibalistic and fierce, but at her seventh moon, she escaped the clan to ScarClan where she spent two years before leaving due to low activity. When she moved to BloodClan, Deadwonderland enjoyed it until four months of her living there she was raped by a lion named Zieon and left to raise a litter of cubs on her own. But the cubs did not survive, instead at the begining of her pregnancy she miscarraged and lost the litter. The lioness grived for two years before leaving the anti-clans and joining WindClan where she found friends and comfort. She has lived there ever since, happy and rather forgetful.

  • HONEY I'M HOME - return, open

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    Deadwonderland growled. The tom smelled strongly of DarkClan and she did not reconize him as a fellow clanmate. " Name and buisness? " she spat, ears against her skull.

  • WINDCLAN DEPUTY CONTEST! {ERAGON IT --NOT ACCEPTING ANYMORE APPS

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    DEADWONDERLAND APPLICATION
    V.2
    MAJOR EDIT


    APPLYING!
    DISPLAY NAME;; truth
    CHARACTER NAME;; Deadwonderland Integrusi
    ACTIVITY LEVEL;; A very strong 9. (currently moving and has school)
    BIO LINK;; you should like, click here
    FUTURE IDEAS AND PLOT EVENTS;;
    plot 1 :: clan takeover
    Im thinking this is more of an anti-clan plot but oh well. Maybe WindClan and choose to takeover one of their enimies temporarily to show we are powerful and not afraid to fight. It could be one of the smaller clans or bigger, whatever works best. (lame, truth tells)


    plot 2 :: ally party
    WindClan could invite all of its allies (maybe neutrals) to a large banquet to get to know them better and share ideas. Invites could be sent out to the clans and everyone is welcome (besides loners and enimies). (truth likes to partay)


    plat 3 :: the windclan games
    The WindClan Games may be a large contest of many different activities. Winners are given prizes depending their skill. There could possibly be badges awarded to the winners as well. (um... nu)

  • HONEY I'M HOME - return, open

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    // pssssssh totally knew that *mentally dies*


    Her attitude quickly changed and an apologetic look spread across her face. " Oh jeeze, im sorry. Er-welcome back. " Stated the lioness, taking a step back.

  • at the end of this road :: r-pe?!?

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    Deadwonderland woke up, her head throbbing and something forcing her mouth shut. She was on her side, far from camp and a few shallow wounds littering her body. What the hell happened? Then she felt those familar wounds on the back of her neck and the soreness in her backend.
    She had been r--ed.
    Horror clouded her amber optics as the lioness laid there, tape binding her muzzle shut and shock paralizing her body. Dea just couldnt go through this again, it would kill her. A single, lone tear rolled down the side of her cheek as she gazed at nothing, her heart thundering.