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  • FIRST ONE TO MOVE, YOU'RE DEAD -- open, lemonade stand

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]This was being done for comedic value. And because even in the thick forest it was hot as fuck outside. Muffin had noticed this almost immediately after walking up, and had wanted to just curl up and sleep for the rest of the day until nighttime, since that was her favorite time of day, and probably the coolest it was gonna get, but alas, her insomnia prevented her from doing so.


    So, instead of going into a heat induced coma, the female had set up something she figured would be kind of fun. A lemonade stand. A large pitcher of lemonade and several lemons say next to her as she sat in camp, a grin on her face. She wasn't charging people, since she obviously wasn't stupid, but it took off the edge of the great.

  • I'm just a normal [Open] soldier

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]// WoW <3


    Muffin saw the strange looking creature when she was walking around camp, and froze up slightly. What the hell was that? Biting her lip to keep from squeaking, she took a deep breath and meowed, "Obscuro? Is that you?" She knew of Obscuro, though hasn't interacted with her much, and was concerned about this strange new form.

  • FIRST ONE TO MOVE, YOU'RE DEAD -- open, lemonade stand

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]"A million per glass. You better hope that you get refreshed after the first glass." Muffin joked before shaking her head and pouring her sister a glass. Pushing a slice of lemon on top with her paw, she meowed with a smile, "Figured out would help beat the heat."

  • I'm just a normal [Open] soldier

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Muffin nodded before meowing, a smile slowly spreading over her face, "Strange, but pretty badass. Nice. I'm sure you'll strike fear in the hearts of others." Although the first tier wasn't being sarcastic, she knew that more than likely she would come off as it, so she gave an enthusiastic nod before glancing at the other head.

  • BIG RED PARTY CUPS || open, bar of sorts

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Muffin hesitated a moment before raising a thin paw into the air and meowing, blinking at how warm the scotch was as it went down her throat, "Can I have another scotch?" Her eyes felt heavy, and she gave a yawn. She was pretty sure her sister and girlfriend wouldn't approve, but her mind was slightly hazy at that point.

  • FIRST ONE TO MOVE, YOU'RE DEAD -- open, lemonade stand

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Muffin would've slapped him again right then and there, but she was in a good mood today, so she simply shot him a quick glare and poured another glass. She held it close to her chest however and meowed, sticking her nose in the air, "What's the magic word?"

  • RAMBLE ON (Shenanigans, Open)

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]The-fuck did this guy just call her? Muffin wasn't even one hundred percent sure if she had just been insulted or not, but she felt like it. She frowned, glaring at the tire before slamming her front paws into it and meowing, "There you go, arse whistler."

  • FIRST ONE TO MOVE, YOU'RE DEAD -- open, lemonade stand

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Hearing Obscuro, the female turned and smiled at the two headed beast, pouring another glass and handing it to her with a smile, "No problem!" She liked Obscuro. She was pretty cool, and definitely looked pretty badass.

  • FIRST ONE TO MOVE, YOU'RE DEAD -- open, lemonade stand

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Smiling at Obscuro, the brown tabby meowed, thinking back to the old days before Bloodclan, "Well, back when I was an alley cat, humans used to try and take me in. I never stayed long with any of them, but one of them made a lemonade stand while I was living with them. I paid attention when she was making it."


    She then turned to Theo, feeling her fur spike for a moment before she noticed how nervous he was. Her narrowed gaze softened and she let out a small sigh. Turning around, she poured another glass and pushed it towards Theodore, flashing a small smile.

  • FIRST ONE TO MOVE, YOU'RE DEAD -- open, lemonade stand

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Muffin felt her cheeks heat up a bit at the praise, a smile curled on her muzzle. It felt nice to receive compliments from her clanmates, certainly about something she had made. Dipping her head, she purred, "Thank y-you. It's nothing really..."

  • FIRST ONE TO MOVE, YOU'RE DEAD -- open, lemonade stand

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Muffin was still blushing, and she meowed happily, tilting her head, "Well, thank you. I-I tried my best." Hearing her sister, she laughed and nodded, meowing with a grin, "You're not gonna die from heat stroke now?"

  • YOINK -- open, marshmallows

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Muffin grabbed a marshmallow, piercing it with a stick and holding it gently over the fire. She held it in her jaws over the fire until it set ablaze, and she pulled it back. She blew it out after the marshmallow was thoroughly black, and constructed a s'more. She meowed as she bit into the s'more, her voice muffled by sweet sugary goodness, "I'm good. This ith delithiouth!"