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"It's my hat," Leon said, biting back another response, but finally letting it out, "from when I was in the guard back at the Enclave." They wouldn't know what the Enclave was, or even if it existed. At least not the one he was talking about. He then turned his intense blue gaze to Leo, a small flash of a smile flickering onto his lips, "Yes, we have met," he nodded, but couldn't quite take his eyes from the other male, "why did you chance your name?"
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"Renegade?" He murmured quietly, but soon straightened out, careful not to give himself away. Leon studied her quietly, feeling like he knew more of the girl than his mind was letting on. A sudden flash of an image came to him- a lion and a cat standing in a crystal filled cave. He felt the walls he had subconsciously built around these painful memories crumble to the ground. He knew his past lives now - Albert Narracott, and Romanempire. Both the males had had a vivid love life. How funny that Leon would have a chance at none. "Masister -" he broke off in order for her to supply her name.
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Can I just say that Que's muse is goals
Also
You've met Jackspeticeye and Markiplier ?!
I would die ;-;
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Let's not brag now
cries
My parents would probably send me to a shrink if I told them I wanted to meet them
They flipped when I told them I did Catsite
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Leon started out just Alby, and then my mind was just like 'HAHA NOPE'
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why not
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"Lovely name." The caracal let a rare smile grace his lips for a beat, but it disappeared as a smoking female wandered towards them. He instinctively reached for his dagger, struggling to relax as he realized she was of no harm. "Good evening, Masister Ziggy." He nodded.
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That's
Not morbid at all
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Leon couldn't help but find himself startled at her words, as if she had carefully thought them out before. The most valiant knights? Well then. He pushed his hat up on his head to look at her clearly, "Alright. Very charming." The caracal nodded once, narrowing his stoney blue eyes against the direct light.
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#Leopos
Threads for both?
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The caracal had been nearby anyways, so he merely directed his ears in their direction. Awesome. Probably young love or some crap. Well, Leon was done with that if that's what it is, so he didn't stick around to see.
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"The pit?" Leon questioned lightly, trying to hide his skepticism. If you could see through the shade that his hat cast over his eyes, you would be able to see that one imaginary eyebrow was raised with the question. He then said, "Masister, what is this 'Tetris' you speak of?"
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Leon looked at the scene with unbridled annoyance. "Do we need to escort them home?" He turned to his other clanmates.
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Parents: Leon xx Littletalks
Species: Caracal
# of Slots: Two
Relations:
I might PM Fandango to see if she has some more relations from Perma, but I'm not sure.
Age Played at: Three months ig
Rules: None really, but they must stay in ColouredClan until at least apprenticeship.
Plot reasons for leaving may or may not be excused.
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Of course Trice had found himself in a death worshipping clan. Why not a rainbow worshipping clan? Or cottoncandy? Because reality's a bitch.
The small white kitten was severely dehydrated, unlike most of the miracles that showed up usually. He had managed by on his hunger by scavenging off other animals, though with his mouth this dry, it was hard to force it down. Trice had been out there for four days and four nights- he had been counting, writing in his journal to distract himself from the thirst that lurked in every shadow of his mind. He mostly wrote about what he imagined hearing- a coyote howl, the caw of a vulture. And it was cold at night. Warm in the day. And when he thought he saw something, it turned out as nothing. Coming up on his fifth day though, he saw something real. Blue eyes widening, pace quickening, and heart rate speeding, Trice came up to BoneClan. In the midst of his excitement, the deaf feline hadn't realized how truly tired, and thirsty he was, and so when he finally did make it... his victory was cut short. Trice passed out, into a black, cold world.
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(Takes place in biome one!)
Of course Trice had found himself in a death worshipping clan. Why not a rainbow worshipping clan? Or cottoncandy? Because reality's a bitch.
The small white kitten was severely dehydrated, unlike most of the miracles that showed up usually. He had managed by on his hunger by scavenging off other animals, though with his mouth this dry, it was hard to force it down. Trice had been out there for four days and four nights- he had been counting, writing in his journal to distract himself from the thirst that lurked in every shadow of his mind. He mostly wrote about what he imagined hearing- a buffalo blow, the caw of a vulture. And it was cold at night. Warm in the day. And when he thought he saw something, it turned out as nothing. Coming up on his fifth day though, he saw something real. Blue eyes widening, pace quickening, and heart rate speeding, Trice came up to ColouredClan. In the midst of his excitement, the deaf feline hadn't realized how truly tired, and thirsty he was, and so when he finally did make it... his victory was cut short. Trice passed out, into a black, cold world.
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Trice stirred a bit, his vision was filled with black dots, lifting a small paw to his forehead. The breaks in his vision allowed for glimpses of his rescuers. Yet somehow they didn't seem so friendly, and his adrenaline began pumping wildly in his veins. He let out a small scream, covering his eyes.
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He had chose faith. Everything was silent. And then it was suddenly loud, everything filled with color and sound, as if a a switch had flipped, the red prairie like terrain came alive. Animals called in panic, alerting the rest of his fellow creatures of a foreign predator. He was no predator at all though. Just a slim black and white cat. His face was split down the middle, half black and half white. It looked as though someone had ripped the color from one side of his face, ragged edges of black nipping at the white's like a sea divided. These contrasting colors framed two teasing brown eyes. The edges of them were sharp, a child's thin, boxy diamond drawing of eyes. He breathed in deeply, a small smile appearing on his face, his diamond eyes closing for a moment. He opened them yet again to look around idly, waiting for someone to confront him.
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//punts annoying fur ball in
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