[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]★ "Hello, hello!" Feelcub said enthusiastically upon his approach. Was it his time to shine? To come in with his bubbly attitude and start a conversation with these new faces. The shaky serval would bound over, unbeknownst to him, twitching frequently.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]★ "Tic?" Feelcub called out. He hobbled over to the room she stayed in and sniffed around. There was a small teddy bear in his jaws. He had found it looking a little ragged just outside a twoleg house, and thought that maybe his sickly sister wanted it. "I got you something. How're you feeling?"
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idk who young would be
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; width: 400px; height:auto; font-size: 10px; text-align:justify;]All these voices were overwhelming to younghoney. And as those attempts to calm him would work, the attempts had worked, but still, he was heavily breathing. The choking feeling he experienced was still there, as if something was trying to strangle him. Younghoney was now upright body shaking and eyes clenched close. He was sore and in pain. Just as he reminded himself of the event, his breathing became more ragged. He couldn't speak, he was much too hurt, mentally and physically.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]★ He heard music, and that caught his interest. The serval would pad inside the room, of course unaware that he had just done a rude gesture. "What're you doing?" He inquired.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]★ Feelcub sighed. What could he possibly do in a situation. Then, an idea hit him--gave him a sudden boost of energy that made him jump up at least many inches off the ground then he would rush to the small maine coon's other side, nudging her encouragingly. "maybe we can ask some of the shadowclan folk! Some of them have powers... maybe they can use those powers to make your legs grow!" Feelcub purred. Impossible, yes. But Feelcub didn't know that.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px][justify]I want to make this character, Marilyn, I need an appearance for her. she's supposed to be a cat but i'm literally not sure what kind of appearance she should have
personality ;; charismatic, ambitious, hardworking, confident, intelligent, proud, independent, sarcastic, a little rough, mischievous
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]★ "Holy moly! You have muscles." Feelcub asked. He wasn't taught the whole name and business thing, nor did he understand it (mostly because he never acknowledged it). Feelcub would hobble crookedly towards the stranger, twitching his ears. "How'd you get them?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]★ "Whoa! I'm gonna have muscles like you, then we'll spar!" Feelcub said happily. He knew the whole training and sparring thing, he couldn't wait. "Where are you from, mister?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px][justify]thank you! I actually really like the chocolate tortie idea <3
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"I hope he's alright..." The maine coon murmured to herself, tail tip twitching. Just thinking about Roadkill concerned her. Her paws were aching and she was much too far from home. She remembers when she had announced she was leaving at her home town: they all had laughed and told her she would be crawling back. Then, the pretty feminine feline lifted her head proudly. I'll show those mangy mutts. She told herself.
Eventually, she had stopped at the border and glanced around. She wanted to find signs of life, but at the same time, the pretty femme was tired and needed to take a break from all the walking she's been doing.
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"The smell can't be any worse than the trash and manure my previous home had to offer me." She chuckled. "Oh, and i'm Marilyn Monroe--like the famous human or something. Most of the time, people call me Saint, though." Although she talked smack about her old home, she stood proudly with a somewhat devilish smirk on her lips. There was a reason why her city folks called her Marilyn Monroe--it was because she was very pretty in a unique way. And they called her Saint because she wouldn't hurt a fly--might as well stay humble and not tell her why she was called this.
"Pleasure to meet you, Tadashi." She said with a head dip to the other man who approached. Now this one could probably slice her to shreds--if there were more of him, she'd be a goner if they turned out to be hostile. But they didn't seem like that. Were the stories she was told even true?
//yo !
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[justify]★ this is literally a throwback from last year lmao. But hell, this meme was really fun filling it out + gave me some of that dank dank (muse)
for those who don't know how it works, you just take the form under there and fill it out based on your character. you just fill the form and post it here it's p dank
Code- [b]is your character based on anyone;;[/b] [b]what/who does your character sound like;;[/b] [b]What does your character smell like?;;[/b][b]What will you character look like if it was human;;[/b][b]what food would your character be;;[/b][b]what is your character's zodiac sign;;[/b][b]cool fact about your character;;[/b][b]what would your character's school label be;;[/b][b]most defining trait of your character;;[/b][b]what household item would your character be;;[/b][b]what would your character's phobia be;;[/b][b]your character is getting ready for a night out. where are they going? what do they wear? who will they be with?;;[/b][b]it’s saturday at noon. what is your character doing? give details;;[/b]
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"To prove those dumbasses back home wrong." She had murmured in a joking manner. She then looked up and flashed one of her signature smiles. "I'd like to join, if you guys won't mind." Marilyn rephrased, nodding gratefully at tadashi.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]★ "Can I catch it?" Feelcub inquired curiously. His focus was on the mouse, hell, he could go for a little practice training before he gets to an apprentice. The serval twitched and ear, crouched down and watching the mouse, trying to keep his shaky body not to pounce on it.
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"I've tried everything with you, Younghoney." Eyelesshill growled. He was circling Younghoney in a blank way, claws out and head not even turned to face Young. Not that Honey really cared, he'd rather the eyeless angel not look at him while they were in this dream world. "Encouragement, praise, fear, harsh words... pain." Younghoney flinched at the word pain. "You improved, just not enough for my liking." Younghoney expected to get hit, but instead there was nothing.
Eyelesshill shifted in front of younghoney, suddenly revealing a small, foggy orb. It was a black color, swirling around it was a black aurora. Younghoney was confused and concerned. Then, he glanced up at the eyeless angel, who was looking down at the orb in a delicate way. When, the feline's head lifted to face Young. "What is th-that?" He anxiously inquired.
"Denim, or Wolfric, I renamed him." Eyelesshill sighed. "He was a former medicine cat and one hell of a healthy guy." Eyelesshill mentioned. "He's going to take over your life for a little."
"H-how come?" Younghoney inquired, much more curious to his plan. Eyelesshill was more softer, caressing the orb as he spoke and holding it close to him. What would happen if it were to shatter? it seemed as fragile as glass, and he could already see a small crack at the top of the orb.
"We're going to train you in this world--you and your bodies." Eyelesshill cooed. "You'll be up here for a while, alright? I'll treat you well."
Oh, sweet, gullible Younghoney. He had to agree, he had to. He was so useless to thunderclan, he wanted to do something for the clan. And if it took him a while, then so be it. Younghoney was hesitant, but nodded. He needed this--he spent most of his life being the weakling. He just wanted to change--for the sake of the clan. Eyelesshill smirked, it was toothy and showing his fangs. he suddenly threw the orb into the air and it snapped open.
It was a beautiful sight, seeing what was within the orb. it was something young never seen in his life before. Then, it was gone. And then, the two of them had left.
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Younghoney and his bodies, they were all gone. They had disappeared, and instead, replacing younghoney's former sleeping spot (which was away from the camp and underneath a stone, held up by another, with a nest under the shaded part), was none other than Denim--or Wolfric. He was in his Maine Coon body. Normal height (for a female cat) yet bulky and muscular with a handsome touch. Wolfric stood up with a bounce in his step. "Hot damn, it feels good to be back!" Wolfric purred.
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