Posts by cleo .

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*flails*
i remade my account, buuuut...
imma apply with a monny reincarnation.
tracking w/ name marilynmonroe

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* it.
that was the male's go-to motto, and it was his only reason for joining. one would think he was just a bad person. he wasn't the dark and dangerous with a sad past. oh no, he was just easily bored. when he lost interest in something, he changed it. be it women, appearances, or his residence.
though, the latter wasn't changed often. he was a loner; he wandered about and did his own thing. crashed with his latest girl, then up and left when he wanted something new. but, he was aware that he was getting older, and it was about time to settle down. all of his friends were settled down with wives and children, and here he was, still living a bachelor life.
he was willing to settle down into a place, but not with a woman. oh no, he'd never fall into the deathtrap of romance. he wasn't that stupid.
after much thought, he'd decided upon staying in shadowclan. it seemed to be his sort of thing, without the whole boodclan, trying to be scarier then they were. he could dig it. plus, from what he heard, there was a selection of ladies to chose from.
so, the male found himself stretched out in front of the border. he was long and lean, all muscle, with black fur. his eyes were a powdery blue, soft and easy to look at. his right ear had three silver piercings along it - they had meanings he didn't care to explain to anyone.
he was stretched out, waiting for someone to come and question him, while enjoying the sun.

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glancing up at the stranger, public gave a lazy, though charming, smile and waved.
"howdy there. publicenemy, hopin' to join." he stated in his thick southern accent, flicking his unpierced ear.

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as public just about always said, fuck it. the male approached and sat down with a shrug. "judge me all ya want. i don't think i can get any more corrupted though."

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mrhotstuf has logged on
mrhotstuf im here ladies
mrhotstuf plz tell me there r ladies here

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public approached and stared at the situation before laughing. oh, this was funny.
"if i had a camera right now, my life would be complete." he mused with a lazy smile, taking a seat. "how does one get stuck like this?"

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public, while he had a sort of shitty reputation, was a southern gentlemen. and a father.
he'd always had a weak spot in his head for children, and this one was younger then his little bird. he approached and, unsure of what to say, took a seat a few feet away.
"don't worry little one, it'll get easier with time." he said in an attempt to assure her. he still felt shitty for not showing his face when his little bird's mother passed. it only made her hate him more.

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"howdy there little one," the southern male said as he approached, taking a seat. "publicenemy, or public for short. it's the only nickname that ain't degradin'."

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"howdy there, ladies and gent's." public said as he approached, giving one of his lazy though charming smiles and taking a seat. "publicenemy, but you can just call me public for short. pleasure to meet y'all."

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mrhotstuf @pocky no ladies mind me.
mrhotstuf soooooo, ladies

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how was he supposed to survive in a clan? he couldn't speak. if you can't speak, then how can you do anything? he couldn't introduce himself, not state his business here. how they supposed to know he wasn't there to kill them?
the long legged male found himself grow frustrated as he approached the border, unsure of how they would react to him. he unsheathed a claw and began to write upside down, for whomever would approach to be able to read.
my name is eric, i've come to join. i'm afraid unable to speak, though i hope i may still join. i can hear and understand just fine though.
he contimplated translating it into another language, just in case, though decided they probably spoke english, as it was the regional language.

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war? that didn't sound appealing.
eric approached with a mildly baffled expression and stuck a paw out, writing quickly in the dirt.
what are prank wars? does anyone end up hurt?

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eric approached with an arched brow, remaining silent. he was a vegetarian; murdering for food seemed pointless. but he respected everyone and their choices, and so the mute male only sat and observed.