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  • BLIZZARDCLAN MASS ADOPTIONS

    character's name-- Cason
    character's gender-- Male
    personality in four words-- Kind, apathetic, shy, paranoid
    quick appearance-- He's a small, dark bengal tabby with green eyes. His figure is slight, and he is constantly followed by a small wardog pet named poochyena.
    litter-- Mami xx NPC


    [s]he's a reincarnation of courtney hhhhhh[/b]

  • BLIZZARDCLAN MASS ADOPTIONS

    PEn -- There's a litter posted? Unless my computer deceives my eyes? I'll talk to lily about it but it's possible that the site is loading it weird.



    I have screenshots though..?
    OR YOU KNOW WHAT, SHIT
    I HAD THE MASS ADOPTION FROM WAAAAAY BACK IN THE DAY OPEN OKAY WOW SHOOT ME JFC



    LIKE SHE'S LISTED AS CHAMOMILEPAW IN THIS ONE HHHH
    //shot
    my school computers load the site completely unformatted, so I'm stupid hnnnn
    I'll probably just bring her back in an obscure clo litter that my sister kind of just lets happen despite clo being dead sob

  • SUNCLAN CHATTING THREAD V.3

    [quote]Ebony paws pittered upon the ground like velvet mittens, tap-tap-tapping softly against the earthen material. Her breath came out it light pants, though they almost halted upon seeing the expression on her leader and friend's face. She stood silent for a moment, a black speck in a swirl of white and brown. Small. Insignificant. "Feliks-Sama." She announced her presence, metaphorical brows knitted in a concerned matter. She was worried for her friend. This was not the wolf that loved pink, and spoke in a valley dialect. This was an entity made up of years of pent-up anger and pain. It certainly wasn't the Feliks that Steampunk knew nor liked. She did not seat herself, for the felt that the wolf's solemn mood was not fitting for chit-chat.


    Right to the point, then. "It's been a while." The fuchsia-eyed canine noted with a hint of sadness. This was Seto talking in part, impressing his emotion onto his daughter. "I am not aware of the current situation with Boneclan, but it does not take one of mediocre intellect to judge that relations are shaky." Where was she going with this? What did she even want to say? She half-expected the words to pour out like they did in books and movies, but no. It required thought. "To hear the word 'hate' come from your mouth is to hear a cat howl. I fear for you, Feliks. You cannot do this alone." No one could bear this burden alone. Not that she knew all of the details. What she did know was that he was stressed and keeping it to herself.


    She didn't need context to draw that conclusion. It was such a 'Feliks' thing to do. "Whatever it is you need me to do, I am here. I am no longer one your Paladins, but my service is readily available in other ways. I can do whatever you need. But Feliks. Listen to me." She allowed several moment's silence in order to draw his attention. "Do not kill yourself from the stress. Do not let my best friend die." She didn't know if Feliks felt as attached to her as she did, but she saw the older male of something of as brother and mentor, along with Nymeria. "You may still be breathing, but I'm scared that your mind has already died."[quote]


    WOAH
    MUSE FOR MY BLIZZARD BBY