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  • DON'T EVER COMPARE! | RED's Character Gallery | ME TO THE REST

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    [b][glow=#8892A8,2,300]Moxie kitten ![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#9DA3B0; min-height: 150px; width: 500px; padding: 0px; border: 3px solid #435373; border-top: none; padding-top: 20px;]
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    Positive - Idealistic, peaceful, open-minded, flexible, creative, passionate, energetic, dedicated, hard-working, self-conscious
    Neutral - Introvert, quiet, reserved, quirky, artful, eccentric, cute, complex, competitive, ambitious
    Negative - Perfectionist, overfocused, impractical, distant, unrealistic in thoughts, oversensitive, anxious, assertive, disorganized, easily discouraged
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    an aardwolf will probably expand on this; i typed this when i was tired
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  • UNDER THE MOONLIGHT CAME A PEASANT: open, orphan

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    Candles are very fragile things. Their lights can burn out at any second; at any moment, all that beautiful light can disappear. At the same time, that beautiful light can grow big and betray anyone. It can hit something flammable and betray its owner, or worse, burn its owner -- possibly to death. Still, despite being so deadly, they are a lot like life.


    There, a fragile candle stood.


    The weaned, orphaned pup shivered as the jackal came toward it on BloodClan territory. They were both rogues, the jackal being an adult and the aardwolf being a pup. She hadn't been in the barren den long, which was why she hadn't found out this was BloodClan territory yet. At the same time, it was also possibly why this jackal had trapped her here. Where is mom? Where is mom? WHERE IS MOMMY?!


    "M-MOMMY, HELP!"


    "Your mommy's not coming to help you, little girl ..."


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  • UNDER THE MOONLIGHT CAME A PEASANT: open, orphan

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    The jackal glanced quicker than one could think from the dragon to the pup before flinging himself toward her ravenously, jaws open wide; Mox choked a bit on her breath and scrabbled desperately, giving short growls and cries. Strangers were all around her and she was scared. She was going to die. She would never find her mother. She would never find home. She would never find her purpose in life.


    "No, no! This isn't right!" she screamed, voice laced with terror. She closed her eyes and leaped to find herself away from the man -- no longer cornered, she ran out of the den, legs trembling. She took a cold intake of the ambiguity of the situation. Who were these people? Were they going to eat each other? Would they eat her? She had no idea what to do. The fear turned into regret, locking her in place as she tried to assess what exactly was going on.


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  • polaroid snapshots | open, group joining

    They were foggy images, blending in with the shadowy new world they had discovered. The foreigners' scents were muddled by the marsh mud underneath their feet. Dim figures waited politely against the brink of Silent Marsh's depths. The melanistic vixen stepped forth, a twinkle in her orange eyes. "Hello? We're here to join ..." she stammered, her paintbrush-tail hooking around her paws shyly. Her rabbit-heart beat hard and fast as she hoped the tribesmen showed up soon.

  • polaroid snapshots | open, group joining

    The munchkin author of their soon to be Agrelos Times had trouble replying, and finally caught a breath of relief as their ferret friend piped up. Excuse her behavior? she wondered, thinking about what Polaroid had said. The dragon was quite rude and scary. That meant she was always like this, it seemed. She felt a squirming sensation of squeezing anxiety in her chest, and felt just a bit more tinier compared to everyone there. "Yes. We're starting a news company ..." she squeaked, quiet as a mouse. "Um, we need a home ... ?"


    Her question hung in the air and her head remained ducked, unable to meet everyone else's gazes. This is really scary. There was a dragon! What if this was all just a trick and they were wrong? Please, don't eat me! She felt her legs tremble a bit, praying for them to finally get this out of the way so they could get to starting the first edition of their paper. Polaroid just wanted to start copying their finished version, as she knew they would need a lot.

  • polaroid snapshots | open, group joining

    The young cub stared at the figure in front of her. Reluctantheroes: in her eyes, she was just a malnourished, scarred, yet fearful person. Or, wait -- was he a man? She couldn't tell from how frail his figure seemed. She felt like she was inhaling chlorine, adrenaline pumping through her like a shot of morphine. Everything was so new; so dangerous. At the moment, while she felt empathy for the lanky wolf, she also could not help but fear for the worst.


    What have they done to him? She was definitely having second thoughts, but she was too scared to speak up. Trying to summon some fake courage, she copycatted Jackie, yipping forcefully, "Oh-- Oh, thank you! Um ... could we get a tour, please? Where ... erm, where do we stay at?" She pasted a smile up on her face, each side hinged to her cheeks, but her posture remained low and broken. No amount of reassurance or false hope could comfort her any amount. She just wanted to hide in an unfamiliar room for a while and get away from all these people ...

  • Free cat faceclaims!

    looking through it but wanna help me find some for this boi? he's brown tabby with a white face and bluegreen eyes (so they can be blue or green in the faceclaim)

  • WE ARE A FAMILY -- introducing nate's kids

    ❝ your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you ❞

    ✧ Ike had been there the entire time, albeit not very loud about that. He truly did not want to say anything. After his mother's death, he wasn't sure what to do. Truly, he did not want to go to BloodClan persay, but he hadn't wanted to stay without her. Nathanos was quite the intimidating man, but if he was family, he was family. He had mostly gone along because it seemed Cypress, Kai, Evelyn, and Louis had all been inclined to go.


    He didn't really feel the need or want to introduce himself. After fighting and killing a dog he thought may have killed his mother, thus his frayed ears, he truly had no emotional energy left to think of himself. Looking at the other BloodClanners, and how ... friendly-ish they seemed, maybe living here would be somewhat bearable. It was definitely uncomfortable ... but he was not willing to detach from his siblings over something so small.


    "I guess I'm Icarus ..." the tom murmured, trailing off as he stared at his paws. Despite his large size, he was not as intimidating as his father in that moment, and would in all honesty much prefer dissipating into thin air at that moment. He didn't know what to say or do, and was just bearing with it all.

           

  • i’m not afraid of ghosts || o; joining

    ❝ your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you ❞

    ✧ Nathanos' son came along in tow, much akin to a lost puppy. His eyes lingered on the newcomer. Was this how they recruited people? Stories just spread to the Twolegplace? Do the other Clans do this? He was afraid to discover the answer to that question. He stuck close to his father, if only because he was the only person there he knew.

           

  • BLOODCLAN TYRO/MENTOR FINDER | UPDATED 6/22

    Name: Icarus

    Training style preferences: someone that will push him beyond his limits, maybe be slightly manipulative, though i don't really mind who his mentor is!

    Other: he is a doormat and will literally do anything you tell him to, esp. with peer pressure