Username: Oddi
Character species: Feline
Gender: Agender (More masculine though)
Appearance: Brown tabby with Amber eyes; my avatar !
Personality: Skittish, cowardly, bitter, intelligent.
Posts by MUMKHAR.
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it's great, thank you so much !! <3
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kitten | male | avian dynasty | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]it was the first time mumkhar would be leaving the nursery since he had arrived.
His mother had found him and his siblings, half-dead, near the border and took them in. After having been nursed back to life, the deformed kit had tucked himself away in the nursery for the next week. He was finally feeling brave enough to show his face. He peeked outside, bulging eyes terror-filled, before he slithered out into the middle of camp. Everyone was moving so fast... He swallowed hard. "U-um... Meet and greet!" He called softly.
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kitten | male | avian dynasty | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]"H-" The kit turned towards Elliot, his eyes widening in horror. "W-what happened to your leg?!" He gasped quietly, completely unaware this was impolite - this was pretty much his first time interacting with other living beings besides his adoptive mother and siblings.
He blinked curiously at Meenah. "I'm M-Mumkhar." He hesitated. "..meenah. Y-you're the leader?"
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kitten | male | avian dynasty | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]/ screeches
hello my friends
I will stay active >:u
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 32px; width: 310px; padding: 0px; transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -ms-transform:rotate(-90deg); font-family: felix titling; font-size: 24pt; margin-top: 143px; margin-left: -40px; text-align: right; line-height: 20px; cursor: vertical-text; padding-right: 3px;]ANGELPAW [size=8][font=verdana]
apprentice | male | loner | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]"being a cat's... Kinda weird, lady palutena."
To anyone watching, it would appear as if the young brown tabby was talking to the empty air. There was a slight frown on his face, and his baby blue eyes were turned upward towards the sky. He flattened his ears, comforted by the familiar voice echoing inside his head. "yes, well, you're just going to have to get used to it," palutena, the goddess of light, replied, "you know how important this mission is."
"Yeah yeah," pit huffed out loud in response, "hey, are we almost there?"
"oh, would you look at that! We already crossed the border!"
"What?!" As it turned out, the young Tom was now standing in the middle of BLIZZARDCLAN territory, frozen in shock. He immediately unfurled his dazzling white wings; an instinctive response to being surprised. "W-what do I do now, lady palutena?!"
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apprentice | male | loner | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]"being a cat's... Kinda weird, lady palutena."
To anyone watching, it would appear as if the young brown tabby was talking to the empty air. There was a slight frown on his face, and his baby blue eyes were turned upward towards the sky. He flattened his ears, comforted by the familiar voice echoing inside his head. "yes, well, you're just going to have to get used to it," palutena, the goddess of light, replied, "you know how important this mission is."
"Yeah yeah," pit huffed out loud in response, "hey, are we almost there?"
"oh, would you look at that! We already crossed the border!"
"What?!" As it turned out, the young Tom was now standing in the middle of Westeros territory, frozen in shock. He immediately unfurled his dazzling white wings; an instinctive response to being surprised. "W-what do I do now, lady palutena?!"
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apprentice | male | loner | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]( OMG some other kid Icarus fans?? :0 )
"Oh!" Surprised once more by the sudden appearance of so many creatures at once, the young tom's wings unfurled even more, this time to their full wingspan - about the length of his entire body. White feathers fell from them and caught in the wind. He laughed nervously, a bit flustered. "Um, I'm pit. This is.. Blizzardclan, right? I'm here to join!" He hesitated. "Well, at least they don't seem mad at me," he commented to the goddess in his head, who responded, "Yes, that's all well and good, but maybe you should keep the talking to me to a minimum. You never know how they will react!"
"Oh, right! Sorry!"
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kitten | male | the insignia | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]finally, the windclan scent was beginning to wash from his pelt.
Marius flattened his ears as he approached the border, frowning. Did he really want to do this? Join the enemies of his parent's clan? He didn't hate windclan or anything - in fact, he had loved it there. It was real quiet. But one thing he had experienced all too much during his time there, and that was the deaths of his clanmates at the paws of anti-clanners. And there was only one way to be sure to avoid that fate; join an anti-clan. So there he was, standing at the border, ready to seal his fate.
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kitten | male | the insignia | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]"hng-" the young Tom froze up for a moment, startled not only by idate's words but also his appearance. Had he made a mistake coming to an anti-clan? We're they going to eat him?! He forced himself to calm down, looking more at ease once future approached. Quickly an expression of grumpiness replaced his initial panic. "Well that's one hell of a way to greet potential joiners," he responded cooly. Already he was being sarcastic. He flicked his tail. "Marius. Here to join and everything."
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kitten | male | loner | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]finally, the windclan scent was beginning to wash from his pelt.
marius flattened his ears as he approached the border, frowning. did he really want to do this? join the enemies of his parent's clan? he didn't hate windclan or anything - in fact, he had loved it there. it was real quiet. but one thing he had experienced all too much during his time there, and that was the deaths of his clanmates at the paws of anti-clanners. and there was only one way to be sure to avoid that fate; join an anti-clan. so there he was, standing at the border, ready to seal his fate.
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kitten | male | boneclan | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]yeesh, these guys were creepy. Well, except for Janet - she looked.. Strangely normal. The young Tom swallowed hard, unable to keep his eyes off of plague's mask. He really hoped the exilers wouldn't recognize the windclan scent on him, or worse - his parents' scent. In response to eight, he said, "Marius. Here to join. ..and I'm not a child." Ok, so he definitely was, but that was beside the point.
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kitten | male | boneclan | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]marius' Hazel gaze flickered over each boneclanner as they appeared before him, noting their body language and how they spoke. To him, they just looked like any other animal.. But then again, what did he expect? All of them were going to be giant lions with manes of fire? Hah. The kit yawned. "Nah, I'd rather explore myself. If you'd be so kind as to show me where camp was, though, that'd be great. That's kind of necessary information." He was joking in his usual sarcastic manner.
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kitten | male | windclan | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]tracking with my dork son
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/ track on this account~
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kitten | male | windclan | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]newfound light turned the back of the nameles kitten's eyelids red. He squirmed around, mewling in protest; he didn't like this new place. Where was the comforting thrum of his mother's hearbeat? What were these muffled sounds he was hearing, and all these strange smells? And why was it so cold? He just wanted to go back home, but unfortunately he had no choice. He was stuck.
The newborn found himself drawn to the sweet smell of his mother. He wriggled his way back over to her and meowed softly again, kneading at her belly before beginning to suckle quietly.
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kitten | male | windclan | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]Hey.. one of his brothers was out and about. That was a surprise; usually Marius was on his own. But he didn't mind all that much; exploring was better when you got to invent your own comrades.
Marius plopped down next to penguinskit, immediately rolling over onto his back. "Hey," he meowed, puffing out his cheeks. That was all he needed to say, really, since Penguinskit already knew him.
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kitten | male | windclan | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]Marius wandered over, eager to get a glimpse of Jax. That was the leader Guy, right? The one his dad always got in fights with. "Hi," the little calico called out in a blunt voice to the group, his golden-gray eyes flickering over each windclanner, a bored expression on his face. "I don't know any of you. Except you, mister leader. You make fun of my dad, that's funny."
[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 10px; width: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 7pt; transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); -ms-transform:rotate(90deg); margin-top: 100px; margin-left: -90px; cursor: vertical-text;][color=transparent]template (c) olivan | #pitwashere [/fancypost] [/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 32px; width: 310px; padding: 0px; transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -ms-transform:rotate(-90deg); font-family: felix titling; font-size: 24pt; margin-top: 143px; margin-left: -40px; text-align: right; line-height: 20px; cursor: vertical-text; padding-right: 3px;]MARIUS [size=8][font=verdana]
kitten | male | windclan | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]Marius' face was blank, his eyes widened just slightly as he stared in complete shock at the mess - the corpse specifically. Fear coursed through his body, though it didn't register on his place. He half listened to the older WindClanners, the name stuck in his head. the exiles. If they had this much power.. What would they do to him if they got their hands on him?
[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 10px; width: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 7pt; transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); -ms-transform:rotate(90deg); margin-top: 100px; margin-left: -90px; cursor: vertical-text;][color=transparent]template (c) olivan | #pitwashere [/fancypost] [/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 32px; width: 310px; padding: 0px; transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -ms-transform:rotate(-90deg); font-family: felix titling; font-size: 24pt; margin-top: 143px; margin-left: -40px; text-align: right; line-height: 20px; cursor: vertical-text; padding-right: 3px;]MARIUS [size=8][font=verdana]
kitten | male | windclan | battle tags[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 310px; width: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 4px; overflow: auto; margin-left: -140px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify;]"H-Holy *!" Marius squeaked, his gold-gray eyes widening in fear. He had been alone in his mother's apartment when there was a ruckus out in the hall. Frozen with shock, he was unable to move as he listened to snuffling outside the door. Then bang - someone was trying to break it down. That effectively broke Marius out of his chance. Trembling, he darted over to a bookshelf and clumsily pulled himself up onto the highest shelf - just in time, too. Just then a wolf burst through the door, a ravenous light in it's eyes. It spotted the kit immediately and limped over to the bookshelf, ramming into it over and over with it's shoulder.
"Here kitty kitty!" It cackled, continuing to hit the splintering bookshelf.
Marius scowled, cowering back near the wall. No way was he fighting that stupid wolf! His eyes flickered to the wall behind him, and suddenly he got an idea. Lodging his back paws between the wall and the bookshelf, he pushed against the wall using his forepaws as hard as he could. There was a loud groan, and then the bookshelf toppled forward, crashing into the ground with a bang. Marius landed hard on top of the rubble, the breath knocked out of him. He looked down; the wolf was trapped beneath the bookshelf, dead. He was safe - for now.
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