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  • let's go to bremen - open/iz finds a turtle

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    Seemingly pleased with what they found Isena relaxed, their shoulders slumping and a soft smile lifted their lips, though there was still a hardness to their eyes, suspicion mingling with interest. To the first inquiry they shook their head, unfamiliar with this Sunclan or their ways, in truth they had been with the clans for but a week, their first interaction with those here. If any such thing took place they would have no knowledge, they had made it clear they did not wish to be approached by strangers and very few would have been fond of the giant feline even if they did allow them time to learn anything but the most basic of things about them, often bypassing meetings as a whole or any other large gathering of their peers.




    Whiteblood received a much different welcome, once more a hard look over taking Isena, their teeth revealed in a snarl that revealed their displeasure, the sound of his laughter grating and unpleasant to listen to. With his comment they finally spoke once more, doing their best to suppress their urge to turn the words into a growl. "I don't know if turtles are edible but no, I don't have plans on making it a snake, edible or not." With these words they drew the turtle towards them, tucking it between their legs where it came to once more retreat into the confinements of it's shell, seemingly attempting to keep it away from the smaller feline.

  • you, me and a psychotic ninja - m&g

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    It was upon the rotting front verandah of their home that the cave lion can to set themself, the turtle set between their front paws, its presence giving them some small comfort, drawing in a deep breath before they spoke. "Uhh hello? A-anyone wanna talk? Or something..." Their voice trailed into silence as they finished speaking, shifting uncomfortably and hoping someone had heard their words, regret settling heavily within their chest.

  • RED WHITE AND BLUE ; joining

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    As had become routine the cave lion had left behind the village in the early hours of the morning, their turtle friend tucked into the thick fur of their neck where it would be safe, taking to the moors to try and clear their mind. With a few hours behind them and hunger sharp claws digging into their belly they had decided it was about time to return to their home, back tracking through the sea of greenery. It was the soft sound of the bell, a light song they knew from their days on the street as it was something they had quickly learnt to avoid, that caught their attention, their head snapping up as their eyes darted about, trying to find the source of the sound.




    Finally their gaze came to rest on the thin frame of the ferret, their steps hesitant when they came to approach, clearing their throat to gain her attention. "Uh, what's your name and why are you on Windclan territory?" Isena offered the inquiry in an unsure tone, remembering what had been asked of them when they had come to join, a frown touching their lips.

  • rain, rain come another day - private

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    They had never minded the rain and had no qualms with it, taking the chance to walk beneath the falling droplets and they felt the charge that came to touch the air, a sign of the lightning to come and it did just that, the yellow fork of it a tongue that split the dense grey clouds, fading away mere seconds after. Not much time came to pass before the thunder came, a loud clap that rolled through the air, a low, insistent rumbling that brought forth a bubble of laughter,a bright, cheerful sound almost washed out by the sound all around them.

  • soft smiles - private

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    It was within silence that they took this sight in, looking over the books until they came across one, easily identified by it's size for it was much smaller than any other that they had gathered, it's leather covered split and curling at the corners, speaking of hard use. The mattress squeaked its protest as their weight was shifted, settling with a final groan when they came to slip from it, taking this small book before they moved through the house. It took only a few minutes for them to set them self upon the verandah that encircled the small building, a blanket cast over their shoulders, flicking through the pages yet not registering the words spread out over the yellowing surface.

  • come on buttercup - plot with me asshat

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    mach


    i'm sorry this took so long and they're not the best, my internet has been acting up and i'm about ready to crash for the night

  • too tired to name it - open

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    It is frightening what a little time can do, twisting happiness into an anguish that weighs heavy on the heart, unbearable yet never can you muster enough strength to try and change anything, struggling to perform the most simplistic of tasks. Everything seemed to crumble around them yet it all seemed too fast for their mind to comprehend as well, a mixture that confused and angered, a rage that festered under the skin, always present in every action and word, echoing through it all.




    The morning had come and gone, yet the cave lion had spent it curled up in the old bed that dominated a small back room in their home, hidden by the folds of a blanket, struggling to find the strength to lift them self. Everything seemed to ache, a slight, yet insistent, throbbing that began in the joints only to spiral out into their limbs, building in the chest until each breath was labored and heavy. Long hours passed like this until hungry found a way in, sharp stabs of pain that rolled through their stomach, seeking to be noticed, the only thing that might have possibly driven them from the bed, a huff parting their lips as they pushed the blanket aside.




    Slipping from the bed they stood upon rubbery legs, the urge to simply collapse and curl up on the dusty floor a hard thing to fight but they found a way, small shuffling steps drawing them forward, the wooden floors creaking beneath their weight. They had experiences of such a sudden drop before but it hit them hard each time, the first few days the hardest as they struggled to once more find some glimmer of happiness, hope that this would all end.




    With a heavy sigh Isena flopped upon their belly into the overgrown yard, twirling a single blade around one of their claws before their paw fell once more, their previous hungry seemingly forgotten as they watched the world pass them by, barely registering the presence of those who occupied the village.

  • page of swords - open

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    The weapon was quite old, the long, curving blade covered in patches of rust that fell in thin flakes as they turned it, yet the hilt was still intact and in presentable quality, a silver guard covered in swirling patterns hiding the rotten leather that clung to the hilt, blackened by sweat and blood. Once it would have been a glorious sword, the blade sharpened to a fine edge yet it had long ago lost that edge, pressure against the skin would be the only way for it to cut, the blunt blade more useful for hitting than slashing now. It was with fascination that they looked upon it all the same, eyes roving along it's length and a paw following behind, the dark fur collecting flakes of rust but they minded not.




    For quite a while now Isena had come to collect old weaponry, useless now for their original purposes, but they had come find an interest in them where no other could, already a large iron banded chest they kept stored away in their house was filling with swords, daggers, axes, and guns, none of which they had intent to use and they would do little to no damage if used in battle in any case. Gingerly they took ahold of the sword, their short muzzle easily slipping beneath the guard, allowing their teeth to fasten around the hilt with little trouble, the old, rotting leather bringing forth a horrid taste to their tongue but they didn't mind. Lifting it up Iz gave it a few test swipes, swinging their head around only for the blade to slip, their teeth losing their purchase around the hilt and it went flying, a single word rushing from their lips as they watched it spin through the air. "Fuck!"




    There was no telling where it might land, if the ground might claim it or else the flesh of another, a thought that worried the cave lion greatly, and they took off running, hoping to any God that would listen that it wouldn't land on someone.

  • you, me and a psychotic ninja - m&g

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    "I-ahh," their mind went blank when they came to register Shiftingalligances words for that was the part the large felidae had not thought over in great depth, thinking that maybe some sort of activity would be chosen for they were not the best at conversing, for rather obvious reasons. Their teeth enclosed their bottom lip which they chewed upon for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say yet their thoughts trailed off, laughter raising upon their lips as they heard the child speak. Though not very fond of children, they would have rathered to be anywhere a child was not, yet Frootkit proved to be tolerable for the moment, gesturing towards the reptile as they spoke. "She's a turtle and you can pet her if you want, just be careful, she does bite."




    To be truthful they had no idea if it was even a female or not, they had no idea how to tell but went with whatever for the moment, the little thing was cute and good company, even if she wasn't all that small, around the size of a dinner plate, but everyone was small compared to the cave lion. Their eyes flicked towards Gene, linger more on the flowers than the child himself, curious as to where he got them though didn't voice the question, smiling warmly. "I'm Isena but y'all can call me Iz." Their tufted tail swung slowly, an imitation of a wag in which was a habit they had yet to drop from their days as a canine, with this done their answer coming easily to the first inquiry offered.




    "How bout introductions, seems like a good place to start," their voice came forth in a rumbling laugh, embarrassed now that they had found the right words when before they had nothing, holding back the various questions that came to their mind, not wishing to be rude.

  • too tired to name it - open

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    For a few seconds they contemplated making an attempt to explain depression, that a stone weighed heavy on their heart and their stomach churned, always threatening to bring up what little they had eaten, pain sharp claws digging deep into their brain, seemingly trying to tear it apart. It was not a pleasant sensation to deal with and yet they had neither the energy or interest in trying to change things, finally they decided against it, such a thing not something they would even have the words to properly explain.




    "Uhh thank you but it's okay, just... having a bad day," a shaky smile was brought to life as they turned to Sodapop, thankful that they weren't alone with Marcus now though it would have been better if they were alone, maybe some company would lift their spirits. "W-no, I'm not dead, just resting a bit." Surprise ringed through these words, melting into laughter as they turned to the third, and last, intruder, rubbing their chin.

  • page of swords - open

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    It was Rhy who finally brought them forward, the sharp words drawing their attention towards her and their small ears flattened against their skull, the words slow, their tongue tripping over each as they struggled to find the right thing to say. "I'm sorry, I've never tried to use such an old weapon, most of those I have aren't as old, I got cocky, thought I could control it." There was nothing else Isena had to say, though the cave lion was advanced in years the soul was still a child, naive and stupid, even if they didn't wish to admit it.

  • I'M LAYING LOW — MEETING

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  • I'M LAYING LOW — MEETING

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    Quickly they stilled that train of thought, they didn't wish to be seen as rude and leaving in the middle of a meeting surely would be deemed as such, at least hearing the names of those given new ranks might help them to remember them as well.

  • king of the moors - open & hunting

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    For a few days the lion had come to track a small herd of deer, with young slowing their progress the herd was slow in getting through the moors in their search for somewhere to keep them fed and safe through winter, planning out how to bring them all down. It took quite a while but finally everything was falling into place and it was nearly time to put their plan into action, there was just one more thing Isena needed before they could do just that. Long strides brought them through the sea of green, picking up until they were running, drawing them closer to the main encampment, laughter bubbling up from deep in their chest. This small task of merely running proved exhilarating but it couldn't take the edge from their excitement, a rather horrid stop did.




    Digging their claws and the balls of their paws into the loose soil to try and slow their momentum only sent Isena sprawling, tripped up by their own paws before they collapsed into a mass of black fur. Quickly they came to untangle themselves and jumped back up, a smile plastered upon their lips yet heat scoured their skin, their voice slightly shaky as they spoke. "Who wants ta help me hunt some deer?"

  • I HEAR YOUR FOOTSTEPS IN THE HALLWAY {OPEN, JOINING}

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    Hate had long ago festered in the large beast and they found children to be a presence they couldn't stand for long let alone brought about a need to protect, Marius, with their past encounters, would seem the last person who would receive such assistance, but Iz was not about to sit on the sidelines while a stranger dared to threaten another, asshole or no. "And that ain't a threat, it's a promise."

  • king of the moors - open & hunting

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    "Ambush is indeed a good tactic but Shift is right, it is better, and safer, to drive the herd," the large beast spoke softly, looking towards the snow leopard when they spoke the shortened state of her name, hoping they didn't offend, but pleased she had picked up on the tactic for that is what they planned to use. "The larger of us can hide in the grass while someone startles the herd into running towards them, if they move fast enough a few of the deer could be taken down quickly." Though they had little experience in the hunt themselves they had taken the time to watch and learn from the other warriors, and they were all mostly of a larger stature, meaning they could each go after a deer and kill it easily enough.

  • touch of frost | open

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    It had been around a week since last Isena had been within the small huddle of buildings, or the surrounding forest ground and moors which flanked it, taking time to collect their thoughts and just enjoy the solitude. Though the time had been short it had been good for them, calming the anger that seemed always just below the surface, and late the night before the large beast had snuck back into the territory, not wishing to be questioned on where they had been. Now, beneath the glare of the pink dawn they lay stretched out in a patch of grass, a few items placed before them and another clasped between their forepaws.


    A small plush skeleton was what they held, adorned in red and gold armour, it's exposed teeth turned into a grin that seemed somewhat sheepish, as to where the toy came from, well, best not to ask. Spread out before them was a mix of fruits, peaches and red apples in abundance, it had been a while since they had last eaten, cores and pits littering the ground from those already consumed. The last item was a skull, a large thing that had come from a lion, the empty sockets seemingly glaring up at them.


    Reaching out they circled one of those sockets with a toe, claw scraping the bone at the back, slight pressure leaving the thin bone to crack. Pulling back they inspected the teeth this time, lightly placing their paw on top of the skull as they leaned closer, yet they were quick to withdraw when they felt the first touch of cold. Curious now Isena looked over the skull, an audible gasp raising from their lips as they noticed the patch of ice that coated the top of it, a thin layer of crystalline ice that gleamed blue in the soft light. Reaching out once more they touched the skull lightly, stumbled back from it when ice once more spread along the ivory surface of the bone, encasing the eye sockets now.

  • cause why not | open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( lil bit of harmless fun for anyone who wants to dress the big ole lion up. for this thread only anyone can power play iz o put anything on em that will not harm them, which means no piercings, clip ons be cool but the big baby won't be getting piercings for a bit, so grab some paint, accessories and whatnot, it's time to decorate )


    Exhaustion had tugged at them for sometime now, the night before having passed in a blur for it had mostly been spent travelling and they had only gotten an hour of sleep once they had snuck back into their little abode, an unfortunate event. Passing the long hours of the morning had been hard but the afternoon proved to be harder, the slight chill of the morning chased away to bring a slight haze of warmth, this mixed with a belly full of fruit had left Isena swaying on their feet, murmuring sleepily as they struggled to keep their eyes open.In the end it had proven to be a loosing battle, the need to sleep winning out over their want to enjoy the afternoon with a book, leaving them in a rather bad place.


    Sprawled out on their back the lion lay within a sunny patch of grass, their paws sticking up in the air and giving a slight twitch every now and then, jaws open wide to allow a loud stream of snores to escape, amongst which mumbled words escaped. The sleeping giant was well and truly out of it, lost in dreamland with no sign of escape for a few hours at the very least, a bundle of black fluff.

  • leaves fall [ OPEN; CLAN-WIDE ACTIVITY ] like rain

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]A door decorating contest? It all seemed a little odd to them yet the cave lion found themself moving closer all the same, intrigued by what all of this would entail. Drawing to a halt before the box, thus the caracal upon it, they crouched low so they were at least closer to eye level. "Uh, ma'am, is this the doors on our houses or doors separate from them?" Speaking softly they hoped it was on the house, They did not voice this thought they had been meaning to decorate their little home, to give it some life. Such an opportunity such as this would be wonderful as a starting point if that was so, yet they were likely to do it either way.