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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WEAR THAT DRESS YOU LIKE SKIN-TIGHT ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Dear? Wrinkling her nose up a bit as her mother decided to drop that name, Cocainepaw would let out a faint sigh before looking up with an easy smirk slung onto her face. "Hello world, my name's Cocainepaw, call me Coke, Cocaine, whatever I don't really care.", she'd say, sarcastic smile gradually slipping off as she finished.

Oh hey look there was her papa. "We got that from your shitty genes.", the femme would sling back to Finnishwars, her tone fairly pleasant as she spoke.

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track

wip until i get to know ppl

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character name: Cocainepaw
info you want: female - finnishwars xx volatiletimes - domestic feline
font (only one, leave blank if you want it like Finnishwars' one):
attack color: white

cocaine could !!
and they've got the same papa so plots yay

cocaine can : )

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WEAR THAT DRESS YOU LIKE SKIN-TIGHT ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]"Time to wake up honey boo boo.", the sadistic feline would hiss as she'd aim to slap Crownkit awake, claws unsheathed and fully prepared to claw the male across the face. The hatred she felt for the TidalClanner was immeasurable; she detested every fibre of his form, every fragment of his soul and she barely knew him.

But, she did know the idea of him, and that was enough for Cocainepaw. She'd heard how they shared a parent with one another, and it was clear to her that Finnishwars had ran off to look after this sorry excuse for a kid. No matter, she was going to make him wish that he'd never been born at all.

/mobile

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thanks so much <3

track / maybe interested
how old is he cause cocaine's like seven months oops
++ if they were to have a litter would she be able to tease / bait him in public about it?

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WEAR THAT DRESS YOU LIKE SKIN-TIGHT ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]"'Course you didn't.", the femme would say with a little laugh. No, Cocainepaw hated the male, but it was nothing personal. She hated him and the rest of his pansy ass siblings for no reasons other than them having been born. It was a heinous, and unreasonable reason to feel rage for someone because of, but she did feel it. She felt it, and she was the type of person who acted on their feelings.

Suddenly, the femme would lash out a forepaw, aiming to trip the male and fling him onto his back. Pausing for a moment, the same scornful smile quirking up her lips, the feline would look down at the kitsune, and wonder for a moment what Finnishwars would do if he saw. Nothing? Shove her off? Letting out a soft growl, she'd shake her head a little. It didn't matter, he had no right to judge, no right at all "You should've never became a fetus." It was a strange thing to saw, but that's what she thought.

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k you can add cocaine up :^)
they can carry the last names praelium and grimm
and the litter can be any free animal

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WEAR THAT DRESS YOU LIKE SKIN-TIGHT ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]A little laugh escaped her ebony lips at Crownkit's plaintive comment. "That's mean." "I'm not your family, I don't have to be nice.", would be Cocainepaw's response back, her faint smile curving up the edges of her lips as she enjoyed her private joke with herself.

Casting a momentary glance backwards at the two who'd gathered to watch, a brief flash of annoyance would flash through the femme, but she'd turn back around to face the TidalClanner rather than speak to them. This was a family affair, they shouldn't be here. However, instead of taking out her irritation on the two who'd caused it, she'd focus it like a blinding beam towards the kitsune. Pushing down against the male's throat with her left forepaw, she'd hesitate for a brief moment. If she did this, there was no turning back.

No. She had no room for doubts, no room for weaknesses. Shaking away her thoughts with a simultaneous shake of her head, she'd unsheathe her claws and bring her right forepaw down to his mouth. It kay there for a moment, unmoving, but not forever. A second later, she'd aim to deftly curve her claws into his mouth and rip out.

/done lips, lower jaw now??

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WEAR THAT DRESS YOU LIKE SKIN-TIGHT ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]"I've got no fucking idea who you are, but welcome back.", would be Cocainepaw's response, a faint smirk curling her lips as she finished speaking. Oh, he was bleeding? Sucked to be him. "I don't know any herby shit, but someone who does will probably show up soon." She wasn't willing to run around the territory searching for a qualified healer for someone she didn't give a fuck about.

/ninja'd

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WEAR THAT DRESS YOU LIKE SKIN-TIGHT ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Oh, it's been a fun time with Crownkit. Well, she'd had fun, he probably hadn't. After all, she'd carved out an elongated smile on his face before ripping off his lower jaw, so no, he probably hadn't enjoyed the process at all. Once she'd finished with the young kitsune, she'd considered leaving him in Exiler lands until some whiny TidalClanner came to rescue him or he managed to totter out of the place himself, but after some thought, the feline decided she could do the male one, tiny favour.

Picking the creature up by his scruff, the femme brought him all the way back to his home, unceremoniously dumping him off at the border. There was no one around, which was good, because Cocainepaw did not feel like jabbering at an angry TidalClan patrol at the moment. A wicked grin curving up her licorice lips, she'd lean down to Crownkit's fallen form and whisper, "Bye baby brother.", before loping off back home

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WEAR THAT DRESS YOU LIKE SKIN-TIGHT ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Cool shit. Cocainepaw didn't know anyone who had been promoted, thought it was likely more her fault than theirs, seeing as she wasn't exactly the most active Exiler out there. "Congrats."

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