Posts by Rosalie B-C.

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  • I WANT TO HEAR YOUR IDEAS.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]perhaps we could have an outbreak? of some really horrible disease that weakens and almost kills everyone? i'd be willing to have rose be the first who gets it..?
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  • IMPORTANT POLL -- ANYBODY CAN VOTE.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]voting for staying the same.
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  • YOU KNOW HOW THE STORY GOES | open, leaving

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Rosalie, to put it simply, was no longer find of this clan. It was because of this that she now left, her scent being the only thing recognizable in the sloght breeze. Oh well. It was time to move on, anyhow.
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  • CAN YOU FIX THE BROKEN | open, m&g

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    [size=6pt]❝Oh my god, the water is rising. It's rising.❞ - A Prophecy by Asking Alexandria


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    [justify][color=black][size=7pt]One young lass was at an age in her life where social relations and standings were of great impact. This impact was not exlcusive to her age, but it did indeed begin at this point in time. Some would say that her life "started now". There she sat, her pale, savannah-colored head held high against all astonishing odds. Of course, this was to be expected from such a well-raised female. In fact, no one should expect any less, dispite her disabilities. [color=white]"Though some of you may be previously acquainted with me, my name is Rosalie Joyce Anne Cruor-Bakersville. I presume that most of you will take to calling me some varriant of that name. This bothers me not."
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    [align=center][color=white][font=georgia][size=6pt][abbr=blind and mute, trained in healing, daughter of adelaide bakersville and margaret cruor, 6 months, the insignia]information[/abbr] [abbr=moderate physically, easy mentally]battle tags[/abbr] powers
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  • WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS | open thread contest results

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    [color=#000000][size=6pt]❝Oh my god, the water is rising. It's rising.❞ - A Prophecy by Asking Alexandria


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    [justify][color=black][size=7pt]congrats!
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  • CAN YOU FIX THE BROKEN | open, m&g

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    [size=6pt]❝Oh my god, the water is rising. It's rising.❞ - A Prophecy by Asking Alexandria


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    [justify][color=black][size=7pt]Aiming her head to one person and the next as they arrived, the apprentice-aged femme couldn't help but grin. Sure, she might be a bit chipper for someone who'd gone through what she had in recent times, but it was just in her nature. Youthful and naïve, on might say. [color=white]"It is a sincere pleasure to meet all of you,"     she sent, telepathically of course.
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    [align=center][color=white][font=georgia][size=6pt][abbr=blind and mute, trained in healing, daughter of adelaide bakersville and margaret cruor, 6 months, the insignia]information[/abbr] [abbr=moderate physically, easy mentally]battle tags[/abbr] powers
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    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
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  • I DON'T WANNA LIVE IN THIS HOME | meeting

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    [color=#000000][size=6pt]❝Oh my god, the water is rising. It's rising.❞ - A Prophecy by Asking Alexandria


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    [justify][color=black][size=7pt]Rosalie nodded, agreeing that Insignia activity had been a bit slower as of late. The kitten was very fond of slower activity levels, though. It couldn't hurt to get a bit more active are the clan. Maybe.
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    [align=center][color=white][font=georgia][size=6pt][abbr=blind and mute, trained in healing, daughter of adelaide bakersville and margaret cruor, 6 months, the insignia]information[/abbr] [abbr=moderate physically, easy mentally]battle tags[/abbr] powers
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    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
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  • RIGHT OR WRONG, I CAN HARDLY TELL | open, joining

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    [color=#000000][size=6pt]❝Oh my god, the water is rising. It's rising.❞ - A Prophecy by Asking Alexandria


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    [justify][color=black][size=7pt]You see, Cara has an addiction to many things. The first of many of these things is Sunclan, however she also has a severe attachment to a certain Slybby. So there sat a young leaderspawn all the way from Darkclan. The tiny serval's paw sat pointed inward towards the center of Sunclan territory. Various NPC scents floated through the air, tainting it. The kitten's head had a white bandanna tied around where her eyes should be, but simply weren't after the attack she'd went through. Now the young daughter of Adelaide Bakersville sighed slightly before swiveling her head around. All that was left to do was wait for a patrol.
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    [align=center][color=white][font=georgia][size=6pt][abbr=blind and mute, trained in healing, daughter of adelaide bakersville and margaret cruor, 6 months, the insignia]information[/abbr] [abbr=moderate physically, easy mentally]battle tags[/abbr] powers
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  • RIGHT OR WRONG, I CAN HARDLY TELL | open, joining

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    [size=6pt]❝Oh my god, the water is rising. It's rising.❞ - A Prophecy by Asking Alexandria


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    [justify][color=black][size=7pt]Rose's head angled towards the voice, and the kitten managed a small smile. [color=white]"My name is Rosalie Cruor-Bakersville, and I am here to join,"     That being said telepathically, all that was left to do was find the person she was in search of. Nicotine.


    //sunnybabe!!! <3
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    [align=center][color=white][font=georgia][size=6pt][abbr=blind and mute, trained in healing, daughter of adelaide bakersville and margaret cruor, 6 months, the insignia]information[/abbr] [abbr=moderate physically, easy mentally]battle tags[/abbr] powers
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  • RIGHT OR WRONG, I CAN HARDLY TELL | open, joining

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    [size=6pt]❝Oh my god, the water is rising. It's rising.❞ - A Prophecy by Asking Alexandria


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    [justify][color=black][size=7pt]/SEARRRBUTTTTT <3333 I LOVE YOUUUU


    Rosalie nodded, smiling still. It was nice to be here, despite only knowing one person who may or may not still be around. The serval kitten pushed this thought away before taking to memorizing the scents of the two who had approached. This, as well as their voices, were the only things she would be able to remember them. [color=white]"It is a pleasure to meet you."
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  • LACE EYES - - - open, head on a stick

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    [justify][size=8]The female still had her little white blindfold on over her empty eye sockets. She now angled her head towards the drifting scent of blood, alarm surging through her veins. [color=white]"Is someone hurt? What happened?" Rosalie sent out as she made her way over. What had happened here?


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    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
    #rosalierevised

  • FORGET WHAT YOU THOUGHT | promos + demos

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    [justify][size=8][color=black]The serval female sat, head angled towards the ground and ears angled towards her leader. Rose listened intently to whatever her leader was to say in moments to come. Perhaps someone she knew would have something pleasant happen to them. That sounded great.


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    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
    #rosalierevised

  • BULLET TRAIN - open, joining

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    [justify][size=8]omg now i have a badge and a character to haunt me. you guys ruined me


    Rose padded forward slowly, her ears perked. If she still had her eyes, they would be wide with amusement. [color=white]"Well then," She sent out.


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    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
    #rosalierevised

  • FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME > open

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    [justify][size=8]Rose padded up slowly, a smile forming on her maw despite not being able to see anything. She remembered the campfire they had in Darkclan just before she went blind. That was one of the last times her whole family was gathered together. Or at least, most of her family. [color=white]"I love campfires," She sent out to the others in soft tone.


    [/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]FANCYPOST (C) CARA
    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
    #rosalierevised

  • FORGET WHAT YOU THOUGHT | promos + demos

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    [justify][size=8][color=black]Rose really didn't know any of these names, but hey. She'd have to get out more. She only just joined a while ago.


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    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
    #rosalierevised

  • SHE'S THE GIGGLE AT A FUNERAL [REALLY OPEN]

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    [justify][size=8]Rose had been really, really inactive, so she honestly didn't expect to know anyone. However, she did know Darkclan. Oh how she knew Darkclan like the back of her paw. Every detail was etched into her mind permanently. [color=white]"The d-deputy, you say?" The tiny former medic sent out, head hanging low as she thought. Electra? How could Electra have done this? What had provoked Catelyn's daughter like that?


    [/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]FANCYPOST (C) CARA
    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
    #rosalierevised

  • [ LIKE HUSH, NOW, DON'Y SAY ★ balloons ]

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    [justify][size=8]Rosalie aimed her head towards the others, tossed into melancholy over the fact she could not see such objects. The serval attempted to paint a picture with her mind, but she didn't really have much of a description. [color=white]"What... what do they look like?"


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    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
    #rosalierevised

  • ONLY HUMAN — open, suicide attempt

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    [justify][size=8]The lingering scent of herbs filled the air. This clan was pretty much medical knowledge central. What with Rose, Cherryblod, Nicotine, and the others around they were pretty much set if there was ever an attack. [color=white]"Notify me if you need any thing else," The blind serval sent out telepathically to the others.


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    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
    #rosalierevised

  • ( plot with scenescape )

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    [justify][size=8][color=black]cuDDLES SEAR
    BAE BAE BAE BAE BAE BAE BAE
    rose and scenescape thread?!


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    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
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  • WHERE I LIVED WHEN I WAS A COOL KID | private

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    [justify][size=8][color=black]After the incident with Electra and one of her clanamates just a day ago, Rose was beginning to miss Darkclan. Sure, the place never had much going on, and the faces weren't ones that seemed to like her too much, but still. She couldn't help but miss her mother and her siblings. That was, presuming they were still alive and active. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen any of her siblings when she had come to visit. Had they all left for some other clan?


    The apprentice-aged serval had too much time to ponder these things to be entirely honest. She'd been in Sunclan for a while now, and she'd yet to make a single friend. Hell, she barely even talked to anyone. She kept hoping that Nicotine would pop up, but she'd yet to find him. Maybe he left before she even got here. Wouldn't that suck?


    Rosalie now sat just outside her tiny, rundown cabin that she shared with a few random NPCs who barely noticed she was there half of the time. Her head was angled up towards the sun in this very moment. Its warm rays reminded her that there was light, even if she couldn't see it. It was a nice thought for someone who had been afraid of the dark her entire life.


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    [color=transparent] #caratemplate
    #rosalierevised