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  • SWIGGITY SWOOTY [SKULLCLAN RAID] I'M COMING FOR THAT BOOTY


    [justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]spotting candela once more, the male wagged his tail and shot over, aiming to grab her by the back and fling her sideways.

  • ONLY YOU [announcement!]

    [justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]as could he, his large ears useful, but there was a slight risk of overheating due to his fur length - nodding with a wag of his tail, silentviolence also headed towards the stream, grinning.

  • love in an elevator | open, TiC capture

    [justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he glanced to james with a faint smile, before looking back to the obviously terrified kitten. it was quite difficult to keep cold, so once more he attempted to nose her, wondering if she'd ever understand that he meant her no harm. surely the other skullclanners didn't either, but he was still unsure.

  • broken wings ★ herb training

    [justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]maybe he could do this one? standing up and pivoting to trot away, the male vanished from the training session for a few minutes before returning with a flat stick clasped in his jaws. in the old lands he'd seen sticks used as splints, and wondered if it was correct - once more he took a seat, head tilting.


    ( rushed )

  • you lift my feet off the ground • injured • spin me around

    [justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]an attack from a neutral clan member? that was interesting - silent could feel rage bubbling inside him, though tempered by worry, and he padded over to try and nose ringpaw in a kind of comfort. his eye didn't look too good... the white wolf flattened his ears to his skull and frowned, electric eyes dark with hatred.

  • trapped in the prison | open

    [justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silentviolence was busy, reared up on his hind legs and twirling about awkwardly with a large stick grasped in his jaws. he was making tracks on the ground, drawing patterns that had no real meaning but were intriguing indeed. he knew not what the plan was, but the swirls did seem pretty and his entire goal was to create a little... masterpiece, of sorts, even if it wasn't particularly detailed in the slightest. when he did finished, he tossed the stick aside and studied his work, head cocked and tongue lolling, tail wagging furiously.

  • trapped in the prison | open

    [justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]kleff - he recognised kleff! they'd talked - or at least, kleff had talked and he'd listened - and knew this male thanks to picking up on his name in the few days he'd been back. sadly, he couldn't offer up his name, so silentviolence simply shook his head in response to the inquiry and studied james as he approached. would he step on the...? no, he avoided the lines, resulting in the wolf's happy demeanour remaining.


    oh - how rude. the japanese canine then retrieved the stick and proffered it to the two males, wondering if they wanted a go.

  • HELLO [new members, come here!] MY NAME IS

    [justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]hello, my name is: moshi
    i've been a part of skullclan for: just under a month, though i took a large break so... much less, actively
    some characters i play/ have played in any clan are: silentviolence here is my only proper character so far awa
    i joined skullclan because: aoba told me to owo
    here's a fun fact about a topic of my choice: um, ic i can't roleplay females, irl i can't walk in a straight line without assistance and look six years younger than i am uwu

  • trapped in the prison | open

    [justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]a tilt of the head towards rose in thanks was all he could offer in response to her words, but his attention was ensnared by the sketching of kleff. a cat? he began to follow the lines curiously, tail wagging, but when he worked his way up to the head and a paw swiped through it, he could only flatten his ears to his skull. oh, well, apparently kleff didn't like his drawing. silent had personally loved it.


    taking the stick back, the wolf pricked his ears as his name was spoken and waggled his tail with fiercer intensity, tongue looking beneath the object in his jaws. he then turned to buzzcutpaw with a nod, then offering the stick to her, too.

  • trapped in the prison | open

    [justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]a noise startled him from nowhere, and the japanese canine whirled around to face rangi - and his destroyed art. squiggles, maybe, were all that had made up the piece, but the sight of a scribbled ground returned to a blank canvas and his hard work destroyed sent a bolt of anger to his heart. an eye narrowed, dangerously, followed by the other and the male lifted a paw to adjust his free-hanging scarf into a battle position, flaring ends tucked away and over him dangerously. he began to stalk forward, slowly, towards rangi, his usually submissive body now radiating dominance - his ears pricked forwards, lips pulled back, tail halfway between half mast and vertical.


    barely noticing quinn's approach, silent violence glared at rangi, body quivering with a hurt anger. how could he? how?