"What was your favorite story as a kid? Tell me that one." Mitch asked him politely, swaying lightly in the dress.
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Mitch gave a small nod. "See? I need this kind of sense in my life." He said and then continued to walk in.
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2 things.
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"You're welcome." Mitch replied as he stood outside his overflowing closet. "Now, to find you some clothes." He yanked out various clothes. "Try these."
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I' thinking of making 6-7(Maybe 8) clans based off of the Supernatural Characters. Of curse, each of the cats above with lead, with Sam and Dean leading together or having Deputy type relationship, or even each with their own group. Bobby could be a part of Sam and Dean's if voted on.
Sam and Dean(1): Hunters
Charlie(2): What do y'all think her cats should be? More of a mid-evil themed clan?
Castiel(3): Angels/Winged Cats
Kevin(4): Prophets/Healers
Crowley(5): Demons
Bobby(6): Probably where all of the elders go when they get to a certain age, from all clans
Rowena(7): Witches/Warlocks, Possible have powers.We need name ideas and Clan leaders to start off with. Please, provide a RP snippet. I want my leaders to be about semi-literate adn fairly active, since you are my group leaders, and Mods.
Leaders~
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2:
3: Scooter-The-Noodle
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5:
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7:Links to RP Pages:
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This is where all Finished things will be posted. That includes the Banners, Intros, Rules, all those things.
Clan 1: Stuff here
Clan 2: Stuff here
Clan 3: Banner
Intro: It was dark, the moon glowing in the sky, yet these woods felt safe. Protected. I was a strange feeling to have in foreign woods, especially at night. There was prey everywhere it seemed. Mice that scurried under your feet, undeterred on their quest by a creature that could kill them, bird that still chirped, long into the night. This was a paradise."Ramiel, Gavreel." A voice, the tone distant, said from ahead of you. "This is the cat you spoke of?"
"Yes." A soft feminine voice answered as you came to a stop. You could see the outlines of about three cats, though it was hard to make out individual ones.
"Well, then we are to go greet them, aren't we now?" The first voice asserted, followed by two Yes Sir's. Suddenly, the group in front of you seemed to almost...disappear. Then, they were around you, three cats, eyes glowing. A gray tabby cat with white splotches, with a blue piece of cloth around his neck, approached you first, his companions watching you closely.
"Hello stranger. You are very lucky to have stumbled upon my territory this late at night." His voice was benevolent. "This is my clan, ____Clan. This is Ramiel, and that is Gavreel. They are very trusted companions of mine. Now, you see, I do not wish to chase you away, visitor, as you look so unwell. But, I cannot allow you to another step deeper is you are not a part of my clan." The smallest of the three, a cream tabby with a white chest and paws, stepped forward to speak into the tom's ear.
"Gavreel does pose an interesting request. She asks that you be allowed to spend the night." He informed you as the small she-cat stepped back. "I do agree. You will be less likely to stumble into he paws of our neighbors, who are less understanding than we are. Come now."
But you refused. "I don't even know your name!" You protested and the tom stopped. When he turned to you, something glinted in his eyes, but his answer was as cool as ever. "Oh, yes. Of course. My name is Castiel. Now come, or you will not like the consequences. Ramiel, walk beside them." He ordered teh large
Clan 4: Stuff here
Clan 5: Stuff here
Clan 6:
Clan 7: The Coven
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"Good. I was a little afraid they wouldn't" Mitch smiled widely, hugging him back. "Now I have an early start tomorrow, class was moved forward to seven. Which means bed time for my tired butt."
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Your character lives in a small town, has his whole life. One day, when going in to cash his work check, notices that the little gumball machine that had laid empty for years finally was filled with little capsules. Inside them appeared to be little figures. Angels. And they were moving! Rather freaking out by this, your character buys them all out and takes them home. There, he gets all 42 of them set. But, a week in, he notices that some are growing larger, and others are beginning to disappear. What he doesn't expect is for these angels to be merging together in the late hours of the night to become one full sized angel.
Angel, Ramiel
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Wings are a lovely raven black color, Though they are the same size when he is a full grown angel, as when he was still in the little capsules. -
"You are not wrong." The brunet agreed with a small grin at his companion.
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"Tell it to me?" HE asked politely, looking up at the dragon as lightning flashed outside the cave.
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Mitch nodded and instructed Nicholas to his job, before leaving to go do his own.
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"I can do that." Mitch said and and sat down, tucking his feet under him.
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By the time the house was completely dark, Mitch had finished his job and had eaten. He also made a plate for Nicholas.
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Mitch nodded. "Yes. Tomorrow is market day as well, so it will be a little crazy." Vendors still sold every day of the week, but tomorrow, like every week, was the one day that everyone was selling and buying.
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Mich watched the excitement play across the dragon's face, smiling softly. He listened intently to the story, picturing this beast who loved and help those that couldn't. It was an amazing story.
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Mitch nodded. "Of course." Finished with his food, he stood up to light the candles around the room. "We should be getting to bed soon." HE said after a moment.
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Sorry. Internet has been sketchy.)
"That is so amazing." Mitch sighed contentedly as he laid on his stomach, head held up in his hands.
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"I did not intend to be hit by a car, nor for this to go the way it has. I am sorry." Mitch whimpered softly. He had always been the runt of the litter, so he was no stranger to having others pick on him. It was mostly the threat of the Community members who stood so close to him. Finally, the old man grunted. "Mitchell. Escort this man out. Take him back to where you found him. I will have Alexander go with you to wipe his memory. He appears to be of little use. After you get back, we will discuss this mission." The man snarled, causing the familiar to flinch and nod quickly. "Yes, sir. Let's go, Devan."
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Mithc nodded and walked past him, hips swaying lightly as he walked into his bedroom, already reaching for the bottom of his shirt to pull it over his head.
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"It's not-" Mitch's sentence was interrupted by a yawn. "Okay, maybe it is late." He chuckled sleepily.