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  • Something (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

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  • OOC | plot w. noemi

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    [justify][size=8][color=lightpink]Thread with her bro?

  • SHADOW M O S E S | STELLARCLAN LORD ON BORDER

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    [justify][size=8][color=lightpink]Bohemian rolled (quite literally) up to the scene, almost bumping into the visitor before he jumped up to his front paws again. "Lord?" The little one echoed, having heard the word alone among a jumble of uninteresting conversation. "Like the big guy up stairs? You look kinda bland for that mister." He reasoned thoroughly disappointed.

  • you will see your beauty | open & visit

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    [justify][size=8][color=lightpink]Holy hell what a name. Bohemian stood towards the sidelines, uninterested and barely listening, the young child doubted this would be any form of interesting but had little else to do and so stuck around to see the big "k" man himself.

  • BIT BY BIT]] o, visitor [[OUT IN THE STICKS

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    [justify][size=8][color=lightpink]"Well don't get so worked up then your oldness," The strange little one noted this as he approached, a look of mock concern stark upon otherwise lovely features. "Keep at it and you'll die of a heart attack mid-rant." Bohemian then proceeded to show an example, seemingly getting worked up before stopping in the middle of his tracks, eyes growing wide, before fake dying. He lay in silence for a moment or so, but soon got up as he could barely stand to stay still so long. "Like that."

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  • Something (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)



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  • open, merle needed | STUPID AMERICAN TRASH



    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]It's been a horribly, boring, perfect day. The weather had been pleasant, much less crimson had been splattered upon the desert's scorching sand that day than usual, making for the lack of tortured, tormented screams, and as the day closed a lovely sunset of brilliant reds, dazzling golds, and exotic pinks painted the sky as a canvas. Oh how boring it'd been. Young Bohemian could scarcely stand such levels of normality, it nearly drove him into the depths of insanity. The elegant appearing child had been making his way back from exploring land he'd already looked over thoroughly once before, a look of exasperation and utter defeat ruining ever lovely features. He had given up on any action; until his right hue, of sapphire sprinkled with stardust, caught note of a new face.


    But this wasn't like the usual joiner. No, this creature appeared comfortable, cocky, uncaring as he held himself, strutting about as if though he owned all of bloodclan even though the smell in which clinged to the kitsune was of some foreign place in which he had never been- he'd go there one day. He wasn't sure where there was exactly, but it was new and open and different and one day he'd go to it alongside many other foreign clans. Long story shorty, the new face had an aura about him that stated, [i]I'm getting it tonight.[/i]


    Finnishwars?


    The name seemed to ring with familiarity within the ears of all present save himself. Well, he supposed he should of guessed that the two dual-alliance holders with the rift would recognize one of their own clan mates, but for Winter to come forward with her usual hostile filled tone was not expected. He was looking for Merle? "What," The child's smile was utterly cheeky as a teasing tone overtook his gentle voice, "Merle your boy toy or something?" Such words were not to be expected from a child so young, but Bohemian was no mere child. He'd grown up much too fast since his mother was long dead and his father scarcely around, and that came with knowledge of more grown up things such as boy toys as well; and besides, he'd heard that their almighty leader wasn't exactly a loyal lover.
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  • to be or nah - open, m&g

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]It was morning when the darling child found himself sitting in the midst of bloodclan's camp, head slightly tilted to the left as he observed the creatures in which passed him. Skinny animals with clever eyes, burly animals with grey coats, those that belonged to the "canine" category, those who fit into "felines" and nearly everything inbetween. There were even some, such as deer or rabbits, walking about the camp as if though carnivore creatures with crimson covered paws and smirking hues were not eyeing them carefully. So where, did he fit into the categories, carefully devised into that of his ever captivating mind?


    The child's appearance very well mirrored the uniqueness of his mental state. Bohemian was a fragile creature, looking as if though if one were to handle him to roughly he'd shatter into shards and pieces. His bones seemed to be made of glass, and were as light as a birds, body small and petite despite belonging to the race of liger. A facial structure pleasing to the eye and much more girlish than anything, with stunning hues of sapphire and gold, the one of ocean was splashed with stardust and so it stood to be truly stunning. Ivory furred and androgynous, he was truly something beautiful. Of course, he did not think as much. He simply put himself into the categories of "feline" and "lanky".


    As Bohemian sat, observing and silent, he became well aware that nearly every face he saw he could not match a name too. That was pretty ridiculous seeing as these were his clanmates, and he was supposed to fight alongside them and what have according to the social norms, but he supposed he had been really to himself as of late. Well, he supposed he couldn't very well be going around playing guessing games with matching names to faces forever. A meet and greet was in order, but calling out the words were so overdone; he'd switch it up a bit. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." Bohemian proclaimed to gather attention, a smile of cunning and cleverness about his features.


    It was a quote he'd heard the other day being announced by someone, he quite liked it. He could not read himself, though he desperately wished to gain the knowledge. As a few npcs flipped around, raising eyebrows at the child, the youth answered they're inquiring gazes with his name. "I'm Bohemian, a pleasure."


    [[ bohemian was sitting around bored, realized he knew no one, shouted a random quote to get people's attention and started a meet and greet ]]

  • USED TO PLAY PRETEND || snowball fight

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]Ah yes, the month of romance, cheap chocolate, and over-expensive roses colored the crimson in which was often found in abundance splattered about bloodclan. Bohemian was very young and knew little to nothing about the fruits of romance or of what true "love" was, but he knew that it was cold. As in extremely, utterly, and unamusingly cold. But then again, as a winter born child the cold was all he had ever known, one would think he'd be attached to it, however, it is rather the opposite. Though he'd never felt the warmth of summer's rising sun upon his ivory pelt he found himself longing for it. '


    The little one had not been doing anything to extraordinary when coming across the pair of bloodclaners, one in which stunning optics instantly recognized as his own father while the other he'd seen on several occasions before but had never truly learned's name. Bohemian found he was pretty horrid about getting people's names. He wondered, what if he truly fell in love one day but never bothered to ask said person's name? Nah, such a possibility could never occur; love meant cooties. "Bet cha' I'll beat you six feet under the frozen ground." Bohemian offered his father, mischief shining brightly in lovely hues.

  • kiss you slow tonight && JOINING

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]It was blatantly obvious the child would not recall the returner, after all, this horrorstory character had been a resident of bloodclan long before his birth. He knew little of the world beyond his clan's boundaries, though this fact ate him alive from the inside out he could not do much about it. He wondered if one day he'd be many years old, faces of familarity dropping into the depths of some unknown oblivion or dying from the horrors of clan life. If one day one of those he thought a ghost of the past would approach from thin air such as this creature had.


    Of course his father recognized the other, after all, Jace was older than the golden sand in which covered the desert of bloodclan's home; of that he was sure. Though he wondered, how old was his pop truly? He'd never bothered asking he just knew that he was old. Like so old. Bohemian approached alongside Jace observing this returner with great curiosity feeling the brink of stunning hues. "Horrorstory," Bohemian repeated.


    "Which is the true horror story, the horrific nightmare that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?" The child stated the phrase very simply, as if though the words held no impact or true meaning behind them, as though it were a simple "hello" or "welcome back". A smile of cleverness and gentle features arose as he introduced himself, "Bohemian, a pleasure."

  • open, merle needed ` MY ENEMY, MY ALLY

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]Missing presences; now that was a subject the child knew infinitely well. His mother was long dead, the mother in which he had received his angel winged shaded fur, his right eye of piercing sapphire (though the flecks of molten amber mixed in with said eye were solely his), the way his bones seemed to be made of glass, and were as light as a birds, body small and petite despite belonging to the race of liger, a facial structure pleasing to the eye and much more girlish than anything; all were earned from a mother who's own face he could not recall.


    Jace was scarce around, busy with his duties as a third tier and god what else and so here he the child sat; having no choice but to fend for himself. The child's stunning hues gazed over the new comers with great curiosity. Silently observing the show as the chorus of "dads" and introduction rolled inwards. Alyssa, James, Deltapup- another of the children, a lovely little husky with beautiful eyes that appeared like diamonds plucked straight from the mines, than approached Merle with a pap of her small paw.


    Bohemian found this infinitely amusing, as he knew he would have done the same exact thing if presented with the situation. "Careful," The delicate child warned, mischief sparking in each miscolored hue as a clever smile arose about his features. "He eats children." He continued, attempting, and failing horribly, to make his honey tone menacing. Of course, this was absolutely not true- well, as far as he was aware anyways. But by the way this riftclan kids were acting, it might as well have been. A gentle tease for playfulness sake, was what the wild child was known for after all.

  • i ain't sayin she gold digger - open, bloodclan child

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]I would like to begin with the fact that the child had never intended on delving deep into the depths of an enemy's territory- well not at the beginning anyways. Bohemian's curious nature had overtook him completely that morning, having explored each and every crack and nanny of bloodclan, he'd began to wander farther beyond the scent markers and severe headed borders of his home. Now, the child was not stupid he had been well aware that he'd been crossing into a different terittory and he knew it was windclan. But he was reckless by birth and daring by nature, and so not a one of these said facts stopped him from continuing forward.


    After coming across a large temple, completely enveloped by a lilac blue, he found that it was completely worth it. Bohemian's stunning hues gazed upon the structure with awe mixed in with excitement. It was absolutely beautiful, he simply had no choice but to explore. The fragile creature approached the entrance cautiously, before rushing into the building with great enthusiam; books. There were books, everywhere. Bohemian felt his small heart beat almost entirely from his chest. As he continued onwards, he attempted to pull one from the large shelf; this ended with a small "creak" a large "rumble" and several books falling straight onto his head. He may as well ran into the middle of camp shouting "look at me" at the top of his lungs, great.

  • plot with bohemian?

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]Bohemian is a 5 moon year old fragile appearing liger who resides in bloodclan, he's the son of Toni Darling X Jace Ecuador. As far as persona goes, this boy is the definition of a problem child. This kid was born reckless and is daring by nature with clever eyes and a sharp tongue. He is constantly getting into some form or fashion of mischief, whether that be pranking someone, trespassing on enemy territory to explore, taking up on a ridiculous dare, or anything in between. He's also quite the adventurous creature but tends to be aloof a rather apathetic.


    If there's anything below that's not listed that you wanna do just ask! :)


    OPEN TO:
    - friends
    - enemies
    - frenemies (v important)
    - mentor
    - au threads
    - minor injury
    - long or short term plots
    - also, I need someone for a big mental torture plot in a few weeks so if interested p.m. bout it!


    NOT OPEN TO:
    - capture
    - rape
    - death
    - litters

  • plot with bohemian?

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  • i ain't sayin she gold digger - open, bloodclan child

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]Ah yes, the idealism of the big, frightening bloodclanner; with large teeth of sharp angles, crimson soaked paws, glinting eyes of pure bloodthirst. Then there was Bohemian; he was a fragile creature, looking as if though if one were to handle him to roughly he'd shatter into shards and pieces. His bones seemed to be made of glass, and were as light as a birds, body small and petite despite belonging to the race of liger. Truly frightening that Bohemian, truly frightening indeed.


    The first windclanner to appear was a young female with stunning molten amber eyes, her lovely features were ruined by a stern expression, however. Now, there were two main possibilities for him to talk his way out of this. Firstly, the child could pretend to be a cheerful, dumbstruck with no concept of boundaries and enemies and a super scared, apologetic response. That card would play sympathy, no doubt about that. The second choice he could simply act stupid about alliances and apologize deeply for causing such trouble, but that was not a sure get out of jail free card.


    What are you doing here? "I've come to seek a great perhaps." Bohemian noted cheerfully, innocence about his smile as he began to play the game of getting out of trouble. One in which he'd become rather adept to, if he might say. "Bohemian," The child answered Vic's inquiry brightly. "This sure is pretty temple out here, weird it's in the stretch of land between bloodclan and windclan's borders, huh?" He was acting as if he thought this were lying on loner land, and the two hostiles were in fact loners themselves. Playing stupid was hard work. "What are you're guys names?" He inquired cheerfully with wide eyes and a slight tilt of the head. Oh yeah, he was nailing it.

  • come on over lover boy - private

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]It was becoming more and more frequent, these constant outings from the safety of his own clan's severe headed lined borders. The trip that involved delving within the depths of windclan, one of bloodclan's greater enemies, had been so enthralling and curious that the child couldn't help but once again go where he was not wanted. No matter how much merle scolded or Jace complained, this kick that involved the wish to explore would never truly be grown out of; Bohemian was far to adventurous for it too.


    This time, it was not an enemy but rather an ally. At least if he was found wandering about there wouldn't be quite the high risk of being caught, but then again, where was the fun in that? The child had only been across the border for a mere 10 minutes when the chill in the air caused the entirety of his tiny body to be wracked by a shiver. The freezing winds pierced his fur and rattled his glass-like bones. It was to be expected, after all, going from the scorching desert to the wrathful winds of the mountains was quite the change.


    Everything was shaded ivory, entirely blank, and not a pinch of green anywhere; but aside from this Bohemian noticed something was very wrong. The rates of the wind were growing from mild playfulness to whiplashes of ice. There was going to be a storm. A smile instantly spread across Bohemian's face, ruining lovely features as he did so. He would need to find shelter, ether that or die. Before long, and nearly being blown away by the forceful wind, hues of stunning coloration took note of a cave. That would do. The child entered the darkness of the hallow cave with a sigh, he'd have to stay here for the whole night and god knows he'd get it when he got back. Ah, it would be worth it. After all, how many bloodclanner could say they survived a snow storm?


    However, as he settled the pretense he was the sole life form within the cave dissolved as he heard the sound of paw prints. "Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows." Bohemian hummed aloud, as his right hue, the one of sapphire flecked with stardust, eyed the unfamiliar face; a clever smile playing across his lips. The youth probably should have been a great deal more worried about being stuck in a new place with an unknown creature, but he wasn't. Blizzarclan were their allies after all.