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  • kill me romantically | open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]It seemed as though Zìrán Lú had taken pity on her. She couldn't begin to imagine why, considering the brutality he'd shown while tearing her soul to shreds, but he had. And though Katniss loathed the nature deer for what he had done to her, it was difficult not to feel grateful towards him for stitching her back together, piece by piece.


    The repair process had been a painful one, an ordeal she wished never to experience again. It had been long and grueling despite her lack of a role in the procedure, spanning roughly a week, and it had left Katniss both physically and spiritually exhausted. At least he had been kind enough to return her original body as well as gift her with a lovely collar, and while she donned it proudly it almost felt… insulting. Like she was his property. But still she wore it; it had been bestowed upon her by a god after all, and she was reluctant to incur his wrath by denying it.


    The crystalline studs decorating her newfound accessory glinted as she stumbled about, reflecting the harsh light of the sun. Her gait was unsteady, as if she were about to fall over at any moment, and frankly she came quite close a handful of times. Her mind was hazy, her focus practically nonexistent. There was only one thing on her mind. Home.


    A deliciously familiar scent engulfed her when she reached the border, and while the territory was different than she remembered, the aroma was still the same. Closing her eyes, the seal point sucked in a breath and staggered off into the unfamiliar land.


    She collapsed after her first step.


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  • kill me romantically | open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]A groan drew itself from her maw when she felt something press up against her limp form, and slowly she blinked her eyes open to see a pale figure standing before her. Katniss squinted up at him uncomprehendingly, gritting her teeth, both her head and vision swimming. With a grunt she began to rise unsteadily to her paws, muttering incoherently, but she quickly fell again. The grass tickling her nose only irritated the brawny feline, and she growled softly to herself before shaking her head and staring up at the stranger once again.


    Only he wasn't a stranger, she realized after another moment of scrutiny. A look of shock passed across her dark face, tinged with something akin to disappointment. "You…" she mumbled, tensing up. "Peter… no, I'm… I'm fine…" She stood once again while speaking, and her entire body trembled as if she were about to lose her footing for about the umpteenth time. But this time she managed to stay upright, though just barely.


    "Fuck," she hissed under her breath, both out of discomfort thanks to her condition and agitation caused by the goat's presence. "You're still… you're still here."


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  • Radicalclan Guide 7/17

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  • kill me romantically | open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]Katniss bristled when the goat knelt before her. Her claws slid out reflexively, her lip curling to reveal pearly white incisors. For a moment she was quiet, staring tensely at Peter. Her icy gaze held a conflicted look; there was no way she would be able to make it to camp on her own, and yet… this was a male offering to help her. As much as she disdained him, she decided hitching a ride would be more practical, albeit embarrassing. And so with a sharp intake of breath she climbed up onto his back and held on tight.


    "You still the leader 'round here?" the seal point inquired tersely. Her voice came out sounding shaky, much to her chagrin.


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  • kill me romantically | open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]"Oh, yeah?" came her tired response. Stifling a yawn, the sturdy feline quirked a brow, and despite how exhausted she was she remained tense. Not because she felt threatened by Peter (he was perhaps the least threatening person she knew), but because she couldn't get over the fact that she had allowed him to help her even though she needed it. "Who's this partner of yours?"


    Frankly, all of his assumptions were pretty much correct; the fact that Peter was still the head honcho after all this time was indeed a bit of a let down. She had been hoping for a female this time around, if only for the sake of feeling more at home. But males in general were crude folks – untrustworthy, irresponsible, and rather unsophisticated from what she had seen in the past, so there was that. Katniss sighed.


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  • kill me romantically | open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]Her expression grew even more sour upon hearing the name Peter supplied her with. It was masculine. Of course. Katniss let out a huff of vexation as she closed her eyes, hoping that the goat's fluid movements would help her to relax somewhat.


    She immediately became alert when Sutton arrived, perking up at the sound of a feminine voice. As she gazed dully at the tigress she visibly brightened, though it was difficult to express her enthusiasm well due to her current weary state. "Oh, thank Astrum," she murmured softly, nodding. Briefly Katniss wondered how the others would interpret her statement if they'd managed to catch it; gratefulness at being offered medical attention? Or at finally seeing another female? After a moment of thought she decided that Peter would likely be the only one to take note of the double meaning, if he even noticed anything at all.


    "Fatigue," Katniss confirmed in a curt manner, shutting her eyes again for a moment. They opened once again when another girlish-sounding declaration was made, and again she appeared to be visibly relieved. "Name's Katniss, by the way." She figured the others may have been wondering.


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  • BITTER AND DUMB / o, meet and greet

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]Jeez, Katniss was really feeling a strong sense of deja vu here. Once again she was back home, albeit in an unfamiliar land and surrounded by people she didn't know. The bulky feline sighed heavily as she took a seat, pressing her back against a wall of the cave. "Meet and greet," she called out, wrapping her tail around her paws.


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  • would anyone be interested in a female dominant fanclan ??

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    also ignore her wip tags


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  • radicalclan plotting --- ★

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]they weren't played much after being adopted, so you can pretty much decide any backstory for yourself based on the litter's premise :^)


    & sub track <3


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  • radicalclan plotting --- ★

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    wowie i missed a lot
    i just woke up hhhh


    could i get that revival badge on this account please?? its so pretty!
    VOIDWOKEN , pls have connie open a bar/strip club i'll love you forever
    @kicksie, can piper and katniss just go fuck shit up together omg


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  • radicalclan plotting --- ★

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    omg they could steal the statues and use them for festivals
    like place the astrum one in a really nice room for worship and stick the oriens and leus ones in like,, the trap room beneath the theatre stage and shit talk them instead of worship


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  • radicalclan plotting --- ★

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    yEs we could have them go to the skulls and be like 'HEY FUCK U GUYS'
    and they'll have no idea whats going on bc its been years since they were anti female


    the statue idea could also lead to a plot in the future, like oriens notices what theyre doing and kinda starts being a bitch and striking people down or something,, oR leus starts to fuck shit up since there'd only be one goddess to stop him and since oriens still doesnt like him (she was just being petty which i love lmao), oriens could grudgingly help them or smth which would restore their faith in her and they would have to pray/worship extra to make up for it


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  • radicalclan plotting --- ★

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    @kicksie; if you want, i can make a thread for them on the skulls' board for them to shout at and attack people lmao
    and they can just constantly 'visit' to bother them even after radicalclan is reformed


    @cassie; either through telekinesis, or,,,, um,, we could just say they had someone help them? idk rip


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  • i'm here to save the world | open, trespassers

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]/please wait for kicksie and cassie to post before replying, please! :^)


    Skullclan. It was a sickeningly familiar name, one that brought back nothing but awful memories of metal bars and prisons, cruel taunts and her own crimson blood. She had been beaten here, kicked around, treated like dirt. For the majority of her adolescence she had known nothing but that vile ship.


    All because she was a woman.


    Was it hypocritcal of her to regard their morals with disdain, considering her own values? Abolsutely. Did she give a shit? Absolutely not.


    The fear she had once felt regarding this place had long faded; it had been years since she had been held here. Instead she felt nothing but disgust as she stared into the territory, her icy gaze locked on their godforsaken ship sitting pretty in the distance. Either way, it was impossible for her to feel nervous; having family alongside her after such a long period of relative solitude felt amazing. So what if she didn't know either of the girls all too well? It was still a powerful feeling, knowing that you had someone by your side who actually agreed with you for the first time in three years.


    Little petunias coloured pink sprouted in her wake as she took a few steps over the border, and a toothy grin split her maw. "HEY FUCKFACES," shouted the molly. "GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE, YOU'VE GOT SOME VISITORS WHO'RE DYING TO CATCH UP WITH YOU."


    Discretion had never really been her thing.


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  • radicalclan plotting --- ★

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    https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2465622.new#new
    here's the thread, kicksie! ;0


    np, cassie!


    and asyli, connie looks amazing!! i'm so excited to rp with her!


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  • radicalclan plotting --- ★

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    yeah, of course!


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  • i'm here to save the world | open, trespassers

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    She tensed up upon spotting the approaching snow leopard, narrowing her eyes in anticipation; however, the feminine voice that met her ears came as a bit of a surprise, as did the name she uttered. "What's a pretty little lady like you doing out here?" Katniss inquired in an icy tone, assessing Lyra with curiosity in her gaze. "You one of those wenches?" It was the only explanation; she had thought any lower-ranking females would be confined to the ship at best. She herself had come close to giving in as a child, had nearly succumbed and joined the Skullclan's ranks so that she could one day become a wench. It was better than being a prisoner, that was for sure. Luckily she had come to her senses and escaped when she could. It seemed as though this one wasn't so lucky.


    "But that aside, the fact that you even knew we were Radicalclanners is surprising, considering how badly Peter fucked up a while back." She knew that people were whispering about the merged clan's revival; it was imperative to spread the word if they wanted to recruit anybody. Still, she found it both startling and impressive that Skullclan knew about it already. Perhaps they could entice some of their women into joining; it seemed like an attractive offer to her. "But then again, nobody else is smart enough to hate Skullclan as strongly as us."


    No one outside of Radicalclan had batted an eye upon learning of the way they treated their women, and it pissed her the fuck off.


    "Aw, why should we leave? We just got here. Can't say I missed this damned place, though." She wasn't going to attack Lyra; there was no way she was out here unattended, and she was more than eager to strike any male that was inevitably close by.


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  • i'm here to save the world | open, trespassers

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    The Skulls, huh? She had to admit, it had a nice ring to it. Why had they changed it, though? Her musings were interrupted by Lyra's next words, leaving her facial expression a mask of shock. "You're the leader?" she gasped, her tone full of disbelief and a bit of excitement. Her grin returned at that moment, and it was one of triumph. But then she heard Lyra's next words and her expression instantly soured.


    "Seriously?" Perhaps she shouldn't have been so surprised; Radicalclan had done the same, after all, but their fate was laughable in her eyes. "Wasted potential is right! After all they've done to women, to me, you've gone and made the same mistake as Radicalclan. How could you sympathize with them?"


    Then she turned to Selfdestruction with a haughty smile. "Oh, but it's not. Not anymore." Katniss laughed in satisfaction. "Like I said, Peter fucked up big time, and now we're cleaning up the mess he and everyone else made."


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  • i'm here to save the world | open, trespassers

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    Ah, it was about time a man showed his face; she had been wondering where the rats were hiding. This one didn't seem so keen on offering any courtesies either. With a curled lip she turned to face the looming hellhound, looking rather undaunted despite his stature. His initial inquiry failed to amuse her, and Katniss simply glowered up at him as he moved to stand before them. She fought the instinct to take a step back, unwilling to show any sign of weakness.


    She gritted her teeth when he continued, rage tainting her features and leaving her standing there with tense muscles, letting her claws sink hungrily into the dirt. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, listing off all of his crimes to them? Did he think he could get away with this bullshit? "You…" she growled, her voice low with ire. Her eyes had narrowed, but before she could say anything else he went on.


    The clan of whores? "Don't you dare speak to us that way, you piece of fucking shit!" Katniss snarled, manipulating the earth around her to fling a pair of hefty, moss-covered rocks at Deathstroke with as much force as she could muster. "I should kill you right now! You're disgusting!" Her teeth were bared as she glanced over at Lyra. "Why don't you throw this sexist pig out, then? Or do you condone this sort of behaviour, you traitor?"


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