Posts by Marseillesangel

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    Cookie gave Elusive a grudging nod. "You got me, pea--" she cut herself off midsentence, trying to refrain from calling her superior a peasant. Whoops. "And intellect is key," she added airily to Rabbitscrossing. "Nerd is such a mundane way to refer to intelligence. How about... regal intellectuals?" Ooh, she liked the sound of that.

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    Cookie smiled again. Hopefully, she'd be seeing more promotions soon, too; they just seemed to make everyone so happy. She liked that atmosphere: joy and glee all around. She didn't expect she herself to be promoted, but last time she checked, the field medic position was open and she had a few likely candidates in mind.

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    Cookie gasped in awe. "Wow! So many different plants! So cool!" Dock seemed to be able to used for anything, gosh. Last time she checked, it also helped soreness and cuts. Then again, she wasn't sure. Was she mixing it up with marigold? All the names got jumbled in her head; she preferred having an image to base off of.

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    "Spin the bottle...?" Cookie asked, trailing off. She'd never heard of it before, being a rogue and all that prior to BlizzardClan. The kissing game's name sounded foreign on her tongue. "A kissing game?" she wrinkled her nose at the thought. One could kiss for fun, not out of love? Sounded twisted and somewhat odd.

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    Cookie padded over. "Whoa, cool! Twoleg stuff!" She'd grown fond of their knick-knacks over time: skateboards, games, cookies... Yep. Twolegs were big, stupid, hairless, lumbering creatures, but they sure had good taste in stuff.

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    Cookie joined in wordlessly, her eyes fixed on the neat marching line of prey. Well. That was new. Then again, BlizzardClan was full of geniuses, prodigies, the emotionless, and the frickin' awesome. Yep. Using hypnotism in that way probably amounted to at least one of those categories.
    "Hello," she ventured, trying not to bother the head paladin's work as she joined the group. It made her rather want powers as well, but she was pretty sure that they didn't appear through sheer [i]wanting.
    Probably through a mixture of StarClan-given gifts and luck, she reasoned.

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    Cookie padded up quietly and muselessly, sitting still in the shadows until Lily could round up enough muse to make a beautiful and eloquent post worthy of Maisie's breathtaking start post.

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    Cookiecrumble padded up, her shy personality activated. "H-h-h-hello," she stammered, her voice a mere whisper easily drowned out by even a pin dropping. She stepped back, almost as if afraid introducing herself would result in bad things.