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FRAGILEPAST
"TALKING" || 'THOUGHTS' || 'TELEPATHY'
tags + roleplayed by star + template © star
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SHE COULD PUNCH ME AND ID SAY THANKS
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maybe it will
lets be real, i wouldn't put it past her
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AHHHHHHHHHH
WHAT A BUSINESS
THEY CAN BE PARTNERS
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The commotion of a new joiner drew the slender feline out of her home to meander to the small crowd, weaving through them to sit next to Quasar as her eyes narrowed to get a better look at her newest clanmate. Tall, though really who wasn't around here; it seemed everyone she came into contact with towered over her. How distasteful. Either way, it couldn't be helped, she was just tragically small. "I'm Molina.", she added, her heavy accent twisting her words.
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She was a tad late, but all and all, the girl understood the extent of this meeting. The Thunderlands where to be punished, promotions were of minor importance to her given the circumstance. She nodded to acknowledge her own promotion and all that needed to be done, but stayed silent throughout.
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shit I can take one with both of y'all
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are we gonna try and fuck up the exiles
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// I'm sorry this is so late, I've been so busy with work
Molina herself had ventured a tad further than the Shadow Veil borders would allow, a horrid idea in reality. Last time she had veered away from the safety of home she had been attack and poisoned, in fact, the effects of its toxins still plagued the child as she trudged sluggishly through the thick vegetation of her environment. Honestly, she couldn't be all too sure of where she was. Though her golden gaze narrowed in strain to make her surroundings clearer, it did little to supplement her disability.
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name;; Molina
age;; 5 to 6 months
gender;; Female
preference;; Shw wouldn’t know yet
three key traits;; Blunt, apathetic, analytical
other;; She probably won’t actually get that it’s a “date” lmao. Bc she’s a child
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Honestly, Molina wasn’t sure what she could even do to contribute. She was smaller than everyone, weaker physically in almost every aspect, but regardless she could come to her mother’s call for chaos. Swiftly dodging Bloodycub as she sprinted past her, the girl sat down within the group. “I can take one as well.”
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Not very specific, but it was absolutely not something she could not handle. Her narrowed gaze relaxed for a moment as her chin tilted down to look down at her finger paws in thought. Piece by piece, an idea formed in her head, and it was not long before she would have a full on plan. The girl’s eyes narrowed once more as she picked her head up, nodding at her mother. “I can do that.” With that, she turned to follow Bloodycub to the Thunderlands borders.
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The goal here is simple, but not quite what like the others. You see, Molina here simply wants to prank someone, however, she does need a victim first! So, if anyone is interested in getting pranked by the visually impaired loser, let me know and we’ll work out the details ;^)
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gasp
saltpaw omg
I wonder if I can find the pic I drew of him
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It was Molina's first Christmas, though it couldn't truly be said that the girl was all too excited; then again, when did she ever appear so. Regardless, she would humor the good spirits of her clanmates, even if that included gift giving. She hadn't been far when Sekhmet called for her and her head rose in response as she narrowed her eyes swept in search for the large blurry creature. Upon locating the older woman, she pulled herself onto her paws before she made her way over to first thank her giver. "Thank you very much." The child's eyes relaxed as she stared down at the pretty wrapping that covered her gift, inspecting it for some time before she would realize she did not need permission to open her own present. Carefully, she would begin to peel off the glimmering blue paper.
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