Posts by Hanzo

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  • I'll make a man out of you // open

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    Giving the other female a shut-eyed smile, her tail flicking wildly behind her. She already thought Solitaryroutes was kind, so she was sure they would have no qualms with each other. You're welcome, Solitaryroutes!


    ((Ugh mobile))



    tags (8-1-16)

  • MUZZLE ME // open

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    Whoa are you alright?


    The ten-month-old apprentice bit back a sarcastic reply, instead choking out, I'm fine... She coughed up some more water, letting herself lay flat on the ground, paws and tail splayed out and ultramarine pelt sticking out in every direction. She had nearly died, and this idiot had the nerve to ask if she was okay?! Did he think she was okay?!


    ((Ic opinions, of course))



    tags (8-1-16)

  • Temporarily play the sibling of an extended ThunderClan apprentice for a plot?

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    It was when Soulpaw was only a single month old that her aunt Shattereddreams seduced her father, Chaoticevil. Her mother, Spiritrealms, had gotten angry, as had her father, and all she understood back then was that her clan was no longer safe for she and her siblings to live in. But now she understood it perfectly. her mother had been killed, and she and her siblings cast out into human homes or to fend for themselves. Out of the six kits, only her brothers Umberkit, Fancykit, and Orangekit she was sure were still alive. She had met with them all at different times, and they were all already warriors, even though they were the same age as her. They were Umberhawk, Fancysweets, and Orangecounty, and they were all living in clans too far away to even think about taking a trip to. Soul wouldn't know the way, anyways.


    Okay! I'm looking for someone to play any of these three characters! They're all males, and you can change their names if you'd like, as well as make up their appearance and personality!


    This is for a plot for Soulpaw, where one of her siblings visits/joins ThunderClan and they talk and get to re-know each other, and then the brother will die somehow while visiting or living in ThunderClan. The brother can die at any time, and if you'd like to continue roleplaying him after the plot, feel free to bring him back to life ;)



    tags (8-1-16)

  • Hey just a little notice

    I'm going to be gone this afternoin because I'M GOING TO SEE SUICIDE SQUAD so yeah
    And my activity will most likely be spotty all weekend, so if I'm able to check Feralfront Saturday or Sunday, I'll only be replying to private threads or the chat thread.
    Just thought I'd warn y'all because I know this kind of activity should be considered normal but I'm on like all day every weekday so you might think I died or something hahaha....ha...ha...................

  • If I'm never your hero // private, Domino

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    She stared at the Kitsune, mouth moving a bit, but no words coming out. It seemed as if she was speaking a silent reply to those frighteningly familiar words. Turning into a bird? Jumping?! she thought, although the words still reminded her of…she didn't know what, but it reminded her of something--a good memory, perhaps. Collecting her wits, she shook herself out of what seemed to be a state of déjà vu, asking quietly, What? What is that supposed to mean…?


    ((Tired morning post RIP my muse))



    tags (8-1-16)

  • NEED THE FOREIGN SOIL] open & cookies + m&g

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    ((I just woke up; I'm not even gonna pretend to have any muse))


    Cookies? Oh, soul was totally getting in on this. the ultramarine apprentice dashed over at the first call of the male, greeting energetically, Well, hi there, Mental! I'm Soulpaw! It's nice to meet you! she didn't care if he found her enthusiasm to be too much--for Soul to not know someone was simply unacceptable. She was the charismatic, optimistic one; she had to know everyone!



    tags (8-1-16)

  • Threads with Soulpaw?

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    Anybody want threads with Soulpaw? She's seriously open to anything except death, relationships, and litters



    tags (8-1-16)

  • Hurry, hurry // private, Samuel // you put my head in such a flurry

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    Since joining ThunderClan, Soulpaw had gained some strange habits. Such as the habit of waking up quite early and just wandering around camp. She knew she probably had training or something to do today with her new mentor--that was strange to say, but in a comfortable way--but she was already up and raring to go. She was currently padding around the quarry, looking for anyone else who was awake at the moment, and greeting all the bleary-eyed clanmates she came across.


    //Wow, this is terrible >_<



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  • Who the hell is Bucky // private, Nymeria

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    Soulpaw hadn't seen Umberhawk, Orangecounty, or Fancysweets in what seemed like forever, and she hasn't seen Winterkit or Iceland in an even longer time. She had had another dream about her siblings, a dream that ended in the loud crack they normally ended with. So she was laying right outside her den, scraping some of the sand she had made into the shape of a sand castle. The blue-and-yellow apprentice's icy gaze rested on one of the towers she had formed from the sand, wondering if she should try and fix the small hole that had appeared in one side of the tower.


    ((Rushed fml))



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