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  • STRANGER THINGS HAVE COME AND GONE || private, trackpaw

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    SCATTERSHIELD ✵
    i was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt]Scattershield was uncomfortable in this new place, this clan, but he didn't want to let that show to his new clanmates. Not anymore than he had to, anyway. He wasn't exactly a social person, but he still wanted friends. He missed his sister, but she wasn't... able to come to DarkClan with him. He resolved himself to be more familiar with the territory, in case he had to go find something for someone or whatnot.


    That was why he stood in a small patch of flowers, roses and tulips alike. He might even seem like some sort of peaceful hippy to some people, but that wasn't the case. He hummed cheerfully to himself, using his unsheathed claws to carefully slice through the stems of a few of the plants. He held them in his mouth, humming as he worked. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to do with the said flowers, but they certainly smelled pleasant.[/fancypost]

  • NEVER EVER GIVIN' UP MY PRIDE || open, joining

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    SCATTERSHIELD ✵
    i was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt]Babe this, babe that, babes for everyone! Maybe it was just her speech pattern, even if it wasn't something he had heard before. "Thanks, Mauledpup." He wanted to maintain friendliness even if some of the others made that difficult. "I don't think we need a room, no," he said firmly. Ah, this femme was definitely strange. Didn't matter how he felt about her, he was stuck with her unless he decided to go elsewhere. This confrontation was awkward enough, he didn't really feel partial to going through it again somewhere else.


    "A tour would be great."[/fancypost]

  • WAKING UP TO YOU — open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]The half-grown rabbit hopped over to the border, cheerfully taking up a stance at the edge of the foreign groups territory. He could settle here, right? Surely they'd take him in under their wing. "Hello, Exilereners! I come in peace," he called robustly into the overgrown plant life that choked the path ahead. They didn't expect him to walk through that, did he? "I wish to join your quaint society."


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  • WAKING UP TO YOU — open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"My God, your names! They're as strange as the ladies that deny me," Conceptpaw remarked. "I can meet your leader at a different time. I'm sure you Exilereners have a base of operations of some sort? I should wish to see it!" Realizing he hadn't introduced himself, he took a bow. "Greetings, by the way. I am the man with no name. Conceptpaw, at your service."


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  • WAKING UP TO YOU — open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"What do you mean, fair lady? They seem just my type!" Conceptpaw grinned like an idiot. "I'm sure we'll get along just fine. There really are a lot of you, though. You must breed like swine!" He leaned closer to Mozart. "Wouldn't mind doing a little breeding myself." Not like he was a rabbit and she was a meerkat or anything. His mind tended to skip details like that. "But anyhow, yes, please do show me your base of operations."


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  • WAKING UP TO YOU — open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Conceptpaw turned his grin to Lumi as the other approached. "Strangers? Why, I would never! One must never forget stranger danger, after all. Now I've got you guys to protect me," he said, the joke flying straight over his head. "Say, you don't happen to have any velour around, do you? It's a wonderful material, silky, smooth, and easy on the tender bits."


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  • YOU'RE KIDDING — open, kissing frogs...?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Somewhere with the large territory of the Exiles, Conceptpaw had managed to find to find a bog-like area. There was a small pond, filled with frogs and with a swarm of flies buzzing annoyingly around overhead. The ebony rabbit hopped to the water's edge, selecting one frog in particular. "You look promising!" he told the amphibian. "Let's give it a go, shall we?" And without further ado, he went straight up to the creature and kissed it on the lips.


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  • WAKING UP TO YOU — open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Hm. Well, tell me if you do, I'd love to have some." Conceptpaw started humming a nameless tune that sounded oddly out of place in the mostly-quiet jungle. "Let's get going, shall we?" He nodded to the terrain ahead. "I'll be right behind you!" Even if Mozart led him somewhere other than the camp, he likely wouldn't even realize.


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  • WAKING UP TO YOU — open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]The meerkat turned out to be a slick little creature, disappearing from sight before he was ready - even though he thought he had been. Conceptpaw blinked, but headed off in the direction Mozart had headed, leaping over fallen branches and swerving around trees. He may be an idiot, but he was well-versed in the art of running away, aided by the fact that rabbits could run up to 40 mph. "So, this is where it all goes down. And I get my own cave? You're serious. I just got here, and you're treating me like royalty! No less that I should expect, though." He winked conspiratorially at Mozart.


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  • YOU'RE KIDDING — open, kissing frogs...?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Conceptpaw turned as the two approached. "Surely you guys have heard the tale?" he asked, noting that Mozart mentioned a princess. "If you kiss the right one, a princess emerges! I'd have to find her parents, as well though," he mused, watching the frog carefully to see if any changes appeared. He didn't even bother to wonder if his princess would be a rabbit or some either species. "After all, the quickest way to a girl's bed is through her parents. Have sex with them and you're in."


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  • WELL, WELL, WELL — private, mozart

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Conceptpaw was quite taken by the Exilereners - they were just his sort. Solid, unassuming people, ones that he could send into battle to be killed without being questioned. That's what he thought was going on, anyway. His own reception was impressive by his own standards; usually, he had to earn respect by doing knightly deeds. But that wasn't so here! The male was lounging around on a rock, bored for the moment.


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  • WAKING UP TO YOU — open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Everyone?" Conceptpaw's brow furrowed, his long white ears flicking slowly back to attention. "Hm. You certainly hold soldiers in high regard here. But they die all the same." He shrugged, then smiled at her thinly veiled insult. "Oh, I know you're just attracted to me. You just are trying to hide it. Don't worry, Mozart, it is to be expected of one in my presence. You'll come to terms with it eventually, trust me."


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  • WELL, WELL, WELL — private, mozart

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Well, well, well, look who we have here. I beg your pardon? It's a perfectly respectable way to spend my time," Conceptpaw said indignantly, raising one white paw in the air as if proving an important point. "I see nothing wrong with it." The hotot took a moment to steady himself, lowering his paw back to the ground. "Digging? Scrounging in the dirt is anything but respectful," he replied, choosing that moment to stick his muzzle into the ground to collect some tasty dandelion roots.


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  • YOU'RE KIDDING — open, kissing frogs...?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Conceptpaw stared in dismay as the others started throwing frogs. "That could be my future wife you're tossing around!" he cried out. "Put it down immediately!" He took in a breath to calm himself, regaining his slick composure. "The heck is Salmon Ella, anyway?" He lit up. "Is that the name of my princess? Which one is she?" He looked hopefully at the spattering of frogs that were now all over the place.


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  • WAKING UP TO YOU — open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Listen here, Rupty, I'm sure the lady can speak for herself. I wasn't saying I wanted to have sex with her - unless she wants to, cause then I'm all for it." Conceptpaw paused to hear what Mozart had to say on the matter. At the proclamation that she was gay, the apprentice raised invisible eyebrows. "You're kidding. Well, nobody's perfect." He did like her quite a bit though. Her straightforward manner was attractive.


    [ all ic opinions ah,, ]


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  • are you back again | double leaving; open

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Is this a nickname, Mozzy?" Conceptpaw inquired. "Why, it's the dawn of a glorious relationship!" If she was interested, and she certainly seemed to despite her saying that she was 'gay,' then he deemed it his duty to follow her wherever she went! "Here I come, my queen!" Jackrabbit. Sounded noble, dignified. The rabbit hared after her, a silly grin marking his features.


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  • like violence | O; DOUBLE JOINING

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"What happened to Jackrabbit?" Conceptpaw asked, genuinely confused. "Anyhow, I shall call you Zar-Zar, if nicknames are to be had." He flourished a bow in the direction of the carcasses that were lined up to form the border. "Looks just as quaint as the Exiles!" he announced, ignorant to the fact that they were enemies. "Greetings, noble beasts! Might I advise the use of some Febreze to rid your land of the stench of these corpses?"


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  • like violence | O; DOUBLE JOINING

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #B4EEB4; font-size: 22pt; font-family: times new roman]✮ CONCEPTPAW
    [size=15pt]STOP EXPLODING, YOU COWARDS![/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; margin-top: -2px; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 1px solid white; border-right: 1px solid white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]Conceptpaw stared at a particularly steamy piece of rotting flesh, narrowing his eyes at the flies buzzing around it. Hm. "I admire your diligence," he finally said. "Must be a huge waste of time to kill people repetitively just to pull them to form a border! But, I must say, it is much more effective than a silly scent." He swung his head around to actually look at the two BloodClanners. "Ah, hello there! Forgive me for not introducing myself. I am the man with no name - Conceptpaw, at your service." It was his practically-trademarked way of introducing himself. He rubbed at his eyes, spotting Fauna. "I must be tripping," he muttered to himself. "That lady's glowing."


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  • SHOULD'VE KNOWN [ open, joining of sorts ]

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    ( "speech" ) ( thoughts ) ( roleplay )


    On the thick, fog-filled border of StormClan, there sat a mewling serval kitten.


    Her eyes were closed. Her ears were closed. A sort of slime still covered parts of her body, a surefire sign that the small child had practically just been born. A carefully-disguised scent lay in the air around her, eradicating any hope of finding out who had laid the young she-serval there. Her furless body quaked in the soft breeze, the only somewhat-cold temperature finding its way into her very bones. She was cold, oh-so cold, and her infant brain couldn't figure out why.


    Only an hour earlier, she had been safe in the curve of her mother's stomach, suckling hungrily as all newborns do. But she was far from that now, with no sign of being found anytime soon. The baby serval mewled helplessly, wriggling back and forth in the long grasses that she had been delicately placed in by her mother. There was a small piece of paper taped to the kitten's back. The slip read 'Moonlitkit' in hastily-scrawled handwriting, and was fluttering gently in the wind.


    Her cries were growing steadily louder as she grew more and more uncomfortable in this strange new world. There was no food, no unidentified warm presence, no nothing. Just the trees to accompany her. After a minute longer, she curled up into a small ball, pausing in her squirming movements in some primeval instinct to keep warm. Her mewls grew softer, but still continued. If no one found her soon, she would become prey to a hungry predator. Only bones would show that a living, breathing creature had once sat here.



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  • SHE LOOKED SO FINE ▬ Moonlitkit's Resources

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    MOONLITNIGHT
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 425px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt]NAME: Moonlitkit
    - future names: moonlitpaw, moonlitnight
    - nicknames: moon, moony, lit
    - former names: none
    SEX: Cisgender Female
    SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Unknown
    - romantic orientation: unknown
    AGE: 1 Day
    - aging method: literally real-time
    - birthday: july eighteenth, 2016
    ALLIANCE: StormClan
    - former alliances: none
    RANK: Kit (Normal Rank)
    - former ranks: none
    SPECIES: Serval


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    FULL APPEARANCE: --
    - eye color: dark green
    - pelt color: burnt hazel
    - build: lithe
    - markings: standard black serval spotting
    MUTATIONS: None
    - scars: none
    ACCESSORIES: None


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    FULL PERSONALITY: Moonlitkit's personality is a bit of an underdeveloped one — or at least, it isn’t the finished product. But for now, she views the world in a very innocent standpoint. Most words are unknown to her, and she is unable to recognize when somebody is being mean. For the most part, she is unable to string together coherent sentences at this point in time. She thinks of everyone as a friendly, helpful, and fun person, and often takes to clambering all over them as if they were a jungle gym. Most of the things the world contains are completely foreign to her, and she investigates them by simply coming close and figuring it out with her five senses.
    *Her personality will develop more as he ages.
    - quirks: none that have appeared yet


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    RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
    - crushing on: no one
    - girlfriend: none
    [i]- married to: no one    [/i]
    GENERATION: 7th
    SIBLINGS: Unknown
    - adoptive siblings: none
    MOTHER: Desirae
    - adoptive mother: none
    FATHER: NPC
    - adoptive father: none
    OFFSPRING: None
    BEST FRIEND: None
    - other friends: none
    ARCHENEMY: None
    - other enemies: none[/fancypost]