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  • Smoke and Mirrors (Open)

    Powered brows furrowed, a sudden wave of clean movements stepping forward with delicate strides, the burnished silver of her dainty form rumbling with concern and transparent interest. She could tell despite his clear distaste in himself that there was something buried deep under all that smog he filled his body with, a talent, gift maybe? She was uncertain, yet she keep pushing forward and with every cling-clang of the silver bell that tied her throat did she take in his scent bit by bit. Although he he was his own person, he carried the stories of his 'clan' upon his flesh, and it was obvious Dove was a bit confused at their living conditions as she thought about it... But that wasn't a thought for now, she was focused on him. "Oh now, I'm certain that's not your name is,"


    She smiled at him, a gust of wind sending her uncultured form forward. She wasn't used to this weather, it wasn't safe for her, not one bit. She would much rather be curled up by the fireplace with a dish of cream right about now, but for the time being she would be here making nice with everyone in hopes they wouldn't kill her or whatever clan cats did to outsiders. "I apologize, this weather isn't much my style... But really, what's your name? I'm Dove... W-Wait, incurable? Oh, why don't you just go to the vet?" Her head tilted in question, they... They didn't have a clinic, did they? "Oh, uh, forgive me I don't know anything here... B-But I do know just by meeting you this once that you are a valuable life! Stop talking nonsense!" Oh, at this rate she'd have him by the ear and pulling him to the vet herself!


    ( thank you! c': )


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  • DIVINE VIOLENCE *:･ﾟ✦ [o, bloodclanner + joining]

    A... A collar? She... Was she not alone here? That couldn't be so, she was certain she would have known by now! How could she have been so blind, so close-minded to the possibility of another reasonable life form within her grasp? Maybe... Maybe he knew the way home? The brute appeared wise in his ways yet ignorant in manner, he spoke with a dialect unlike the rest and with that she placed him in a box. "A what clanner?" Her abstemious form would take its place in the sidelines, quiet paws shifting on creaking branches that rattled with every bound she gave forth. For now she would stay low.



    ( this is a small mobile tracking post, anyone can feel free to notice her, she's currently spying on them from the trees. )


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  • 2018 NEW DARKCLAN CHAT AND PLOT THREAD

    look he was wearing a collar and that's all that matters to her right now


    i could see them driving a car together, i'm sure dove can put on a wig and pretend to be a lady until she breaks under pressure so wolf puts on the wig right when the person comes back and he just slowly smiles back at the person before snatching the food, dove punches the gas and the two just speed back off the darkclan. the person just stands there, unfazed because apparently everyone at taco bell is high


    then wolf and dove just become taco bell frequents as that 'one hairy loud couple'



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  • dump + chat

    for some reason i can't see any of this chat right now? oh well, i'll figure it out later, lol.


    sub is probably yelling at me again though sO I'M SORRY I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID well actually this time i do so *evil laughter for the first time*



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  • ❝ munchies -- open, kittypet stealing prey.

    Perhaps it had been too long since she'd bitten down on live prey, for the shaking rodent she was savoring under the cover of shade had been her first in months, and it was something she wouldn't be giving up easily. Though of course it hadn't dawned on her that she was likely outnumbered, but her stomach didn't know that... Apparently neither did the so called 'clan.'


    It had been about a month now since she was separated from her humans, and for about three weeks had she been stealing prey from under their noses. Truth be told, she was sort of impressed with herself... But then the wind picked up and quickly did she dart up a tree with a rabbit in her jaws. "I can't keep living like this... I've got to find a way back home," The kittypet remained hidden in the trees, her cloudy pelt glistening with every waver of wind that combed through it, though that little silver bell that adorned her collar... Oh, damn! She fumbled with it, holding it closer to her chest before pushing further back into the leaves.


    ( this is rushes af, but eh, feel free to catch her scent or something. c: )


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  • ❝ munchies -- open, kittypet stealing prey.

    "you think you're good, don't you? maybe if you didn't reek of kittypet you would have gotten away with it," Exasperation. Noun. A feeling of intense annoyance. Synonyms: This Guy.


    It was like losing the sensation of touch, a wisp of freedom dripping gold between her dainty palms as she longed to catch the unreachable; just to snag it out of the parsimonious air and capture it with ones flesh forever... But of course that wasn't so. She'd indulged for too long, too frequently. Her presence here had been compromised and at the fault of a male that possessed a silver-tongue turned bronze. Try as he might, his jaw couldn't rattle with enough noise to even convince her to grace him with her gaze, let alone climb back down from her perch. Who the hell did he think he was? She'd seen how they reacted when he asked to join their 'clan', the ignorant minds that worked with him didn't even seem to want his ass around, and now he was bitching at her? "Oooh, bullshit!" A tone of snarky enthusiasm cried out towards him, paws grasping the edge of her safe haven with grip a mountain lion would envy. No way in hell was she coming down, she sure as catnip wasn't giving him her meal either.


    "You're literally barking up the wrong tree, casanova, and for your information I do not stink! I'll have you know I get regular baths! I smell like vanilla and honey! You're the one that smells like an overturned cow!" H-How dare he! Off-bred Siamese looking swine! She worked too damn hard to be called such things, even if her work was stealing prey from idiots, it was still hard work! She was getting more and more acrimonious by the breath and perhaps this was his game but Dove planned on winning it... Or at least unplugging the telly! She draped the stolen rabbit on a sturdy branch, elegant paws weaving as she brought herself out of cover to look down at him; bright visionaries spewing ravenous currents of sweet-green and mellow-sky. She wasn't very frightening, no, but her mannerisms pointed otherwise. That silken pelt of hers continued to waver, her dappled body presenting itself as a finely crafted portrait of allurement, deviants, and sass. Such power was hidden behind her eyes, that feathered tail lashing tall as if she had lifted her own personal banner. She was ready, ready to fight him for her place in this damn tree! This was her food, not his! She stepped forward, mouth parted in anger...


    ... Annnnd then she stuck her tongue out at him.


    ( aahhh, rushed + mobile. lol. )



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  • I'm ready (p Dovecry) Ready as I'll ever be

    The perfect crime. It might have been a rather sickening thought, but cats did crazy things when they were hungry. Not to mention some brutish idiot decided he was going to toss her rightfully stolen kill into the woods for the scavengers. Honestly, what had he been thinking? 'Ooooh, I'm gonna take this rab-rab away from you and instead of letting a starving house cat like yourself eat it, I'm going to THROW IT TO THE DOGS!' Her foot stomped with agitation from her perch in the tree, her body weaseling forward as she flexed her claws in delight. Ooooh, this was gonna be killer! "AHHHH!" Dove flung herself from the tree, aiming to sink her claws into the shoulders of the unsuspecting tom as to bowl him over and pin him.


    She didn't want him dead, oh no, a lady would never do that! She did however believe he'd be worth his weight in gold, erm, Fancy Feast? B-Blue Buffalo? She gazed up for a moment in thought about it but shook her head and let out the smallest kitten-like hiss, in her eyes she was the boss, no matter how 'intimidating' she seemed. "PUT THE BIRD IN THE BAG BUDDY AND NO ONE GETS HURT!" She didn't even have a bag, but that's what watching too much Netflix with the humans will do to ya.


    ( it's okay! c': poor faded. )


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  • :))))

    oh yay! your art is lovely! i'd love some doodles for dove! c:


    character name: dove (dovecry)


    character pose: sitting, cute smile, do what you like.


    character markings: purebred cashmere (longhaired) bengal.


    pelt like this boop, boop, & boop. she has powdered seafoam eyes and dark grey ears that match the tip of her tail. her front left paw is also dark gray. she's very lithe and slender, tail is very fluffy, has a fluffy chest. very sharp claws. has all black paw pads, but the pads on her front, left paw are pink. long whiskers. looks very dainty, elegant, 'adorable.' wears a collar with a silver bell, the collar is this color #a48bce.


    overlay colour: you can choose, the artist knows best. c:



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  • :))))

    aHHHHHH IT'S BEAUTIFUL WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE TRASH



    thank you so much, she's lovely! c':


    also why aren't other people asking for your art do they not see it


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