Posts by vinny vinesauce

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_{A white; nothing like the browns and greens that littered the territory, was shown at the edge of ThunderClan territory. Sitting there was a young snow leopard, sitting there with a rather annoyed expression. She had a black eye, ripped ear, and a bloody maw as she sat, tail lashing angrily.}

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IC: At the edge of RadicalClan territory stood a box. A little box, with a small twoleg sign on it that read 'DELICATE PACKAGING'. The box was open, and in that box was something strange. A small blue and purple blanket, curled around a tiny sleeping figure. A little spotted golden tail swished from the blanket, and a purring sounding sleep was heard from the box. Some human brown pellets were in the box as well, also what it seemed as a broken bottle. Nothing else was in the worn, brown box. But what it seemed was that this box just had a aura of importance. No one could tell why, but this box made others feel attracted to it, and made others want to look inside it. But too bad nothing special was inside it.

Well, other than a fragmented piece of the soul of a Semi-HP ShadowClanner in a female's body. But eh. Not important.
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IC: At the edge of DarkClan territory stood a box. A little box, with a small twoleg sign on it that read 'DELICATE PACKAGING'. The box was open, and in that box was something strange. A small blue and purple blanket, curled around a tiny sleeping figure. A little spotted golden tail swished from the blanket, and a purring sounding sleep was heard from the box. Some human brown pellets were in the box as well, also what it seemed as a broken bottle. Nothing else was in the worn, brown box. But what it seemed was that this box just had a aura of importance. No one could tell why, but this box made others feel attracted to it, and made others want to look inside it. But too bad nothing special was inside it.

Well, other than a fragmented piece of the soul of a Semi-HP ShadowClanner in a female's body. But eh. Not important.
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IC: The body stirred, until a small golden head popped right up to the lion's face. "Hello there." The creature said, a look of curiosity and tiredness. "I'm Plastickit, but you can call me Plaster. Or Plastic. I was sent here by all these-" They paused, rolling back in the box. "Hmph... I think it was Humans! Or whatever they're called. " He looked back at them with a warm stare. "All I know is that you woke me up, and that I know my full name when I'm older."
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IC: Plastickit bounded over, poking her fluffy head from behind the lager animals. "Hello!" She chirped, tail swishing.
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IC: The cheetah was over to watch, smelling the tangy smell of blood. For some reason, she remembers seeing blood, then running away from it. Weird, she thought. She never been around blood in her life! "What's that?" Plastickit asked, looking at the sticky red liquid.
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OOC:

IC: "Yo, Plastickit!" She yowled, bounding over. "When I'm older, it's Plasticbeach, but eh. Plastickit right now!" She licked her paw, running it over her golden spotted head.
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OOC: possible friends/frenemies with plastickit? 0:

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OOC: possible thread with plastic?

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OOC: could you possibly?

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OOC: could you maybe?

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OOC:

IC: Oh man, what a crazy tom! Plastic Sat down beside the blood spattered tom, blinking in a mobile post.
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OOC:

IC: Plast twitched her ears as Ryuuji's eyes met to her for a moment. "Quite a life so far," The kit commented, her neck craning as she tried to look up at the much larger lion. "Does that mean your'e immortal or somethin'?"
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OOC:

IC: "I'm Plastickit." The cheetah mewed, padding over in a few bounds.
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OOC:

IC: "See ya!" Plastic shrieked, scuttling up beside the other as she fluffed out her fur. Someone was leaving? How weird. He didn't think that many people would leave DarkClan just yet. The femme sat, puffing. "Bye."
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OOC:

IC: Plastic cocked her head as she approached, bounding over as she sat. Woo wee. Look at those wings! "That's a lot of feathers," She commented, sitting down beside Petey as she wrapped her tal around her paws.
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OOC:

IC: "Yo, I'm Plastickit!" The she-kit yowled, skidding up close to the lynx as she smelled him. "You smell weird! Where did you come from! I wanna know!"
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OOC: yooooo there. anything is open with this girl, excluding captures, litters, and anything of that kind of sorts! just come in and make threads with this baby 0:

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