Posts by CHARMAINE.

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  • YOUR WORDS CUT DEEPER THAN A KNIFE | PRIVATE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]The three month old kit wished to be bigger. She wanted to be a grownup. She wanted others to take her seriously, and see she was more than a defenseless child. She wanted freedom more than anything. The ability to go for a solo walk without the supervision of an adult seemed too good to be true at this point in her life, and it probably was. If only she was rebellious, then she would do it in a heartbeat.

  • LIKE A MOTH DRAWN TO A FLAME | OPEN

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Charmaine shrugged. She honestly didn't even know what frizzled meant. "I guess I just have a lot on my mind," she explained. In reality she had no idea what the real answer was. She was confused.

  • YOUR WORDS CUT DEEPER THAN A KNIFE | PRIVATE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Charmaine wore a mask. She appeared all social and confident, but on the inside she was a flower petal on the verge of shriveling up. She wanted to make friends, but she didn't know how to talk to other people here. Especially the upper ranks. The kitten spotted Rhy, and gave the deputy a friendly wave.


    / mobile - sorry for the crappy post

  • LIKE A SHARK ON SHARKWEEK | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Battered. Bruised. Beaten. The small kitten was all of these and more. Where has she been during harmonys 4 day inactivity streak? The exiles. They captured her while she was out walking and they got her. After four days of torture, a nice lady helped her escape from that hellhole. And now she was finally back home.


    She was in terrible shape. There were several lacerations on her back and flank, and deep cuts on her chest and legs. In addition, she had broke her leg in three places and lost the tip of her tail. As the child padded up to windclan camp, the blood loss became too much and she collapsed.

  • LIKE A SHARK ON SHARKWEEK | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Seeing as she was unconscious, Charmaine couldn't eat anything. She would probably wake up in the next post after the medics did their thing.

  • SO HIGH I MIGHT GET LOST && open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Who was this? A new member? They must have joined while she was captured. Well now was a good time to introduce herself to the other kitten. "Hello. I'm Charmaine."

  • one will breed love (open) the other hate

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]She was well aware the honorguard was not a fan of children. Yet the curious child was drawn to the expression of the older toms face. He seemed dazed, as though he was lost in some sort of wonderland. "Hello mister. Got something on your mind?" Charmaine asked.

  • LIKE A SHARK ON SHARKWEEK | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Thanks to Sharkattack, the child was able to regain conciseness. There were so many people around her with worried faces. Oh dear, what was going on?

  • GOTTA GET YOU OUTA MY HEAD | meet and greet

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]A lot seemed to happen in her four day absence. Might as well let the world know she was here. "Err, meet and greet for all those who don't already know me. And for those who do, I guess."