Posts by Rosalie B-C.

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  • Plot with an HPR kit of The Dominion!

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  • YOU'RE MY HEAD, YOU'RE MY HEART || open, power discovery

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"Char?" Rosalie was caught in a daze for a moment. It seemed that her sister had inflicted pain upon these kits, but it wasn't like Rosalie could see it. For a moment the femme just stood motionless and listened with curiosity. That is, until her slightly younger sister collapsed onto the ground. "Char? Are you... are you okay?"
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  • I AM YOURS > open, joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]The tiny medic-in-training padded forward with a gentle smile carved into her lips. A new member? Lovely. "Are you sure you don't need medical attention?"
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  • WHY THE F*CK IS THIS HERE? ||O, Joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"W-wait! Who are you? What are you doing here? You can't just cross over the border like that! Someone could think you're an enemy and attack you." There's the ever present side of Rosalie that cared for others. It seems it has resurfaced completely at this point, which wasn't a bad thing to be entirely honest. The uncaring Rose was a bit of a bitch. "So... who are you? And what do you want with Darkclan?" The pale serval stated telepathically.
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  • THERES A BOY, THAT GIVES A SHIT - open note from hector

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]As if her sister's shadow, Rosalie padded forward behind Charmaine. As she did so, her paw brushed over the note slightly, causing her head to angle downwards as if she'd be able to look at it. "Um... I think someone left a note." And with that said, Rosalie backed up slightly and stood beside her sister once more.
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  • I'M JUST TOO MUCH A COWARD {Open, Meet & Greet}

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"And I'm Rosalie." Damn, Rosalie was everywhere her sister was nowadays, wasn't she. Maybe that was due to the lack of open threads around here. Hm.
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  • raise those cherry blossom blinds ♦ open, confectionery + m&g

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie padded up beside her brother with a nervous smile painted across her features. The medic-in-training certainly wasn't good at introductions, especially with someone so much older than she was. "I'm Rosalie Joyce Anne Cruor-Bakersville. It's a pleasure to meet you Furukawa Nagisa." She stated softly.
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  • carnivore animal -- open, leaving

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]With jaw parted slightly and nose lifted to the air, Rosalie quickly caught a fragment of someone's scent. Wasn't this the scent of that guy Virus's son? The young serval couldn't help but wonder how he would react to his son's departure. "Did someone leave?" Rosa asked the male who stood on the scene.
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  • WHY THE F*CK IS THIS HERE? ||O, Joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"In that case, welcome to Darkclan. I'm Rosalie Cruor. It's a pleasure to meet you Seraphkit." Rosalie, who had yet to remove the clean white bandages that were wrapped around her head, angled her head towards the general direction of Seraphkit. In time the female would likely learn that Rosalie was blind, and anyone could presume that she was mute from the way she only spoke telepathically.
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  • OH MY GOD, THE WATER IS RISING | PRIVATE

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"It was nothing like that. I just... um... fell from a tree." She shook her head at her own idiocy before smiling at her brother. It was nice to know that someone cared about her. And though she knew that her mother and Charmaine did as well, it was different coming from him. In a way, it proved that he wasn't one of those complete asshole brothers.
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  • I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN | OPEN, CAPTURED

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie hadn't really been expecting anything, especially from Shadowclan. However, it did indeed happen. The tiny serval kitten had been captured by a Shadowclanner, and considering that she was under the assumption they were at least neutral, she was a bit confused by this action. The femme's scent was lost at the border and led back to Shadowclan.
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  • 3...2...1... FUN! [OPEN - CAPTURED DARKCLANNER]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"I-I'm sure my mother, Adelaide who is also our leader, will be forgiving if she realizes it was just... A misunderstanding. We'd have to hurry though." The pale two-month-old forced a smile at the Shadowclanners. Lucky for them Rosalie was forgiving, much like her mother.
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  • TAKIN' THAT RIDE TO NOWHERE [OPEN - SHADOWCLANNER RETURNING PRISONER]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie sighed softly before padding over to stand beside Electra. She hadn't been gone long, but being away from home when you can't exactly see isn't too terribly fun. "Thank you for taking me home."
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  • YOU'RE MY HEAD, YOU'RE MY HEART || open, power discovery

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"Hello, Rising," Rosalie angled her head upward towards her older 'brother'. It was nice to seem him again, mainly because the only brother she new was Cin, and he couldn't really provide the whole protective older brother thing. Sometimes being the oldest of your litter is no good.




    With attention turned to Charmaine, the medic-in-training smiled softly. "Just some nosebleeds, nothing too major. How about you? You don't sound to good. Are you feeling okay?"
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  • CLANWIDE MEET AND GREET

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Meet and greets were certainly interesting. The reactions you get from speaking directly into someone's head are rather widespread. [i]"I'm Rosalie Joyce Anne, daughter of Adelaide. I can't see... or speak, and I have a knack for healing. Um... I'm also the oldest of my litter." Smiling slightly, the female made her way over towards Rising and seated herself carefully.
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  • I GUESS IT'S SAFE TO SAY YOU'RE NEVER COMING BACK | major event

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie herself had been herb hunting when the first wretched signs of snakes appeared. At first the mumur of bodies across the floor hadn't worried her. Perhaps it was just kits or other small animals out and about. But then Dalliance pretty much set off a metaphorical alarm for the clan, and Rosalie was lucky enough to still have her hearing intact, so with a nervous sigh she raced back home, praying she didn't get bitten. The clan needed their healer.




    //is it contagious aside from the snakes?
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  • it went a little like this / HERB TRAINING OPEN

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    "Painkillers are a good idea when someone is being treated as well, or at least that was what I was taught." Rosalie said softly as she approached. Bloodflow/Nicotine had taught her that much.
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  • BABY COME ON TO ME - open return

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"Hector!" Rosalie exclaimed as she approached. She couldn't see him, but his scent was distinct, and his voice was imprinted into her mind.
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  • setting fire to our insides for fun | | open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie's unseeing eyes wouold flicker towards her siblings, and a smile would appear on her lips. "How are you two today?" The female asked softly as she approached.
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  • AND ALL SHE WRITES IS TRAGEDIES ♥ OPEN, JOINING

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Moving to stand next to her sister, Rosalie peered up at the female who she could not see. So, she was a Bakersville? Was she related to her mom? "I'm Rosalie." The female stated in a soft tone. Adelaide's oldest was certainly brief today.
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