Posts by countybum

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  • L{o}cked Out


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]"Marshie and Patch," came a lilting, singsong voice from above the other two as a third cat joined the original two. This one, unlike his fellows, was male, but sported no visible fur. Instead, a soggy twoleg pelt covered smooth grey skin. "All alone in the cold and wet... I wonder why." The newcomer's entire way of speaking seemed to be made up of a kind of teasing, playful, song-like tune, though it could often be difficult for others to realise to harm was meant. Not yet, at least. Staring down at the females, the male twitched a rat-like tail and introduced himself. "I am Christopher."
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  • L{o}cked Out


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]With an acknowledging dip of his head to Patch, Christopher let his gaze roam the perimeter of the twoleg den. To him, the idea of ever being locked out was absurd. Who would even do that? "Why were you locked out?" The sphynx directed the question to Marshie, but threw a glance Patch's way, unsure if she too was locked out.
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  • (oh where do we begin) Windclan Litter (the rubble or our sins) Due on 30th


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    name firth.
    meaning a narrow inlet of the sea; an estuary.
    gender male.
    orientation heterosexual.
    basic appearance brown tabby with white.
    appearance a slightly larger than average male, Firth has broad shoulders and large paws. He is a brown tabby with very little white, having the snow coloured fur located only on his paws and muzzle. His eyes are a bright amber set in a finely featured face with darker brown stripes weaving a path in the lighter fur and beginning at the eyes. His stature, although strong and sturdy, is made for running.
    basic personality pessimistic, stubborn, loyal.
    personality Firth's most evident personality trait is that he is pessimistic, although he most often protests to this, calling himself realistic instead. He constantly worries of the things wrong in life, missing what is good most times. He will often share his thoughts with those around him, fussing about what could go wrong, but is loyal and will follow his orders if given no other choice or has not already made a final decision. Firth is also stubborn, and will not sway or allow himself a way out if backed into a order to save face.
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  • tips for essays and presentations?


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]Hopefully this'll make sense.


    With essays, you need to draw up a clear, well thought out plan with lots of points. You need to make sure you divide an equal amount of time to each paragraph/point and expand on them, not just state the basics or most obvious. Also, don't waste time and go back to read through the whole thing when you've finished. Don't be afraid to use an asterisk and add on points to paragraphs at the end. The more you write about means you'll most probably get a higher grade!


    I myself am not experienced in speech or powerpoint presentations, but make sure you don't rock on your feet, speak clearly and confidently and remember to make eye contact and not just read off a sheet or screen during the presentation.


    Hope this helps and good luck!
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  • dang rabbits ;w;


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]I keep rabbits, so I know how awful it is when one gets seriously injured, especially by its own mother. It's nice that you and your parents have treated the rabbit as you have, but its chances of dying will be so much higher if you don't take it to a vet. Yes, the only option could be to put it down, but there could be a chance to keep it alive, even if you have to make a choice between removing the injured legs or not. Think what would be best for the rabbit - to be put down humanely or have its legs removed. An even better scenario is that the rabbit could be completely fine if given a course of antibiotics and/or operated on.
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  • dang rabbits ;w;


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]No, I wouldn't suggest reintroducing the rabbit to his mother, especially if his legs are in such a bad state. She could kill him or injure him more severely; mother rabbits have been known to kill sick or injured kits. Instead, I think you should wrap a hot water bottle in a towel and place the rabbit on that if he's cold, and keep changing it every ten or fifteen minutes. Perhaps you could give him a rabbit toy to comfort him and make sure he's surrounded by familiar smells and/or items. If you feel that you really do have to put him back with his mother, you should rub him with the mother's bedding and fur and cover up his wounds, although that'd probably make him more at risk than to keep him alone.
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  • Phobias, ew.


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]Podophobia is the fear of feet, which I have, for those of you who don't know. Spheksophobia is the fear of wasps, something I also have.


    See, I hate feet. I wouldn't touch them (or have them) if I didn't have to. Feet are disgusting on me and everyone around me. I can't sit with them under me for very long until I start to panic. I can't touch them. I can barely even look at them. Hell, I get grossed out if I wear shoes and my foot touches the shoe.


    It's awful, really. The only thing worse than feet are wasps, which also leads to a fear of bees, flies, moths or anything remotely wasp-like. People don't take my fears seriously because of how I react. Wasp in the room? I freak out, sob, scream, moan and hide under a table. I can't concentrate or even form a sentence when I know there's one around. Feet on display? I have to leave the room with looking at feet.


    People laugh at me and see my phobias as some form of amusement. I've tried over and over to get people to understand that I'm terrified of feet and wasps but to no avail. How the hell do I get people to stop laughing and playing jokes on me and to help out instead? It's not funny being shut and locked into rooms with a wasp in, nor is it funny when someone touches me with a foot.
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  • Phobias, ew.


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]It's brilliant advice, thank you. By someone I trust I assume you mean an adult?
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  • it's n(o)t a miracle we needed - return / joining


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Weary paws trailed through the undergrowth, disturbing leaves and twigs and leaving a fine trail of blood as an uncertain traveller made his way through the forest that was now SunClan territory. The traveller occasionally paused, lifting his head to scent the air, before continuing on in his journey. From time to time, the young white tom would bump into trees, bushes, rocks - anything, really. Each time, he dipped his head to the ground to feel for a foothold and shuffled his paws a little more noticeably along the ground.


    It had been a long, lonely journey for the tom, especially when he remembered his old friends, the friends he had lost through sheer stupidity. He knew Aes Saidai wouldn't be back, but the tom still held out the hope that he would find the others - Lydia, Vani and more whose names he could not recall - when his journey ended. It had been moons since the tom had interacted with any cat or even scented his former Clanmates and he had not felt a particularly pressing need to go back into the wild again. But, alas, the strangely hairless creature which had been looking after him in its den had died and the traveller had left, unwilling to change his ways.


    As the sun rose higher in the sky, the tom's pawsteps began to drag more and more until he finally sank into the ground, burying his head in his bloodied paws in anguish. This was so hard! He could scent half familiar scents, but had no idea where to go. If only he hadn't lost his multiple possessions. Sighing, the traveller closed his eyes, unaware of the cathedral which housed SunClan barely fifteen fox-lengths away.


    // ayyy, look who's back after like four months
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  • EoS MASS ADOPTION! FIRST-COME FIRST-SERVE!


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]name kettle.
    gender male.
    litter seracletona's domestic cat litter.
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  • EoS MASS ADOPTION! FIRST-COME FIRST-SERVE!


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Thank you! your mentioning mesmedonas brought back fond memories of donny (:
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  • Always Keep Smiling ;;open, Meet and Greet;;


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]And next on the scene was Kettle, smiling shyly at the small gathering of Clanmates as he approached, dipping his head in greeting. "Hello," he murmured. "I'm Kettle."
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  • EoS MASS ADOPTION! FIRST-COME FIRST-SERVE!


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]HIIIIIIIIIIIII i'm going to stop spamming too but let's just pretend we were bumping, kay?
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  • i stole a car from the shop// open //i found it oh so lovely


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    [hr][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]With a small smile, the point padded up and settled himself down beside the others that were watching in a track post.
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