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Oh this sounded interesting. Dallas padded into the clearing, looking around at all the different items laid out in preparation for the game. There didn't seem to be many here yet though, so he decided to wait until he started. Otherwise it would just be too easy.[hr][/fancypost]
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At the kit's insistence, Wys slid back down from the tree with a huff. Their brief annoyance turned to curiosity as they watched Palmer go after the flag, bringing it back and fashioning the two items together into a flag. "[b]Hey, that's actually pretty cool,[/b]" the feline replied. "[b]Maybe you could, like, use paints and stuff to make a design on it. Y'know, make it extra pretty,[/b]" they suggested.[hr][/fancypost]
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Wysteria had been on the surface, finding themself rather bored of the islands above. That's just how they were though, easily bored of everything. They wanted to see the world, go on adventures, all that kinda of fun stuff dang it.

As they left the large stone staircase behind, they heard yelling in the distance. Their ears perked up immediately in an attempt to pinpoint the location of the cries for help. Wysteria took off in the direction and came across Spice laying on the cold floor, looking injured. "[b]Whoa! Are you ok? Can you move at all?[/b]" the gray feline asked urgently.[hr][/fancypost]
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Wysteriapaw bit their lower lip, trying to decide what they should do. What was wrong with him? Had he...had he [i]fallen[/i]? Goodness, that was a long way to fall--he was lucky he'd survived even. Now Wysteria had to figure out the best course of action.

"[b]Uhm ok, uh...[/b]" They looked around, eyes wide. Would it be safe to move him? If he had any broken bones, they certainly didn't want to mess them up even more than they already were. "[b]Just! Stay here for a sec and I'm gonna go get a medic or someone![/b]"

They turned and dashed off towards the staircase. They hated to leave him alone like that but they weren't qualified to handle this and they needed to find someone who was.[hr][/fancypost]
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Wysteriapaw practically crashed into the medicine cat den, eyes wide and fur standing on end. "[b]H-Hey! Someone's hurt! I think he fell off the island or something! He looks pretty bad,[/b]" they called out between pants. Hopefully they weren't too late and the medics would be able to save him.

(thread is here: http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2256439.new#new)[hr][/fancypost]
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Wysteriapaw came back after fetching the medics. It looked like a crowd had formed around the kit. Figuring that their job was done, they cast one last hesitant look at Spice and the others before turning and slinking off. Hopefully he'd be alright. [hr]
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Dallas felt his breath catch in his throat at the news. He'd long suspected it considering he hadn't seen him in awhile, but to actually hear it spoken..."[b]Oh...[/b]" he replied, blinking. "[b]Shit, that's...that sucks. How'd it, uh, happen?[/b]" He almost didn't want to know but at the same time, he needed to.[hr][/fancypost]
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aaa sorry for the late response but if you're still down, we can skip straight to the adoption thread ;0 I'm so terrible with romance/one night stand rps, i shouldn't be allowed to have flirty characters rip

but anyways bumpp[hr][/fancypost]
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I need to jumpstart ImperiumClan back up now that Dallas is back in charge and so time to have BABIES

He's the son of Stuart Go Deo and Coldsweats Morgan Harbringer (both who are dead rip), making him Serpentine's grandson. ;0 Here's some noteable relations;

[tt]They will be domestic felines (genetics free-for-all), carry the surnames Morgan, Harbringer, and Kennedy, and MUST STAY IN IMPERIUMCLAN. They can also inherit Dallas's accent if they hang around him long enough ;3c Oh, and they'll start at 6 moons.

I will rehome any kits that go inactive!! pls give them back to me rather than kill them off so I can find someone else who will take em

Slots:
1. Alex
2. Dezba
3. open
4. open
5. open

Just give me a simple form and ur good to go
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bump![hr][/fancypost]
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Awesome!! Accepted![hr][/fancypost]
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bump!![hr][/fancypost]
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No, you can start roleplay whenever you want! otherwise you may be waiting for a while lmao[hr][/fancypost]
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The image brought back memories of finding his other dad, Coldsweats, crushed underneath a tree just outside the old asylum. He shuddered inwardly. It was almost [i]too[/i] coincidental and he was beginning to think his family really was cursed.

The abrupt change of topic did nothing to sooth him but he understood why Span didn't want to talk about it. There wasn't really much to say anyways. It happened and now all they could really do was try to move on. "[b]Imperium's pretty good...ah, I think,[/b]" he replied after a while. "[b]We're kinda small right now but we moved recently so I'm hoping things will pick up soon. How about ShadowClan?[/b]"[hr][/fancypost]
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accepted!! (if ur finished)though this litter is all the same age (6 moons) so she can't be the oldest daughter. maybe like...born a few minutes earlier though ;0c[hr][/fancypost]
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[sup]
"Why are you crying?"

"I'm scared? I know what this means and I don't want to die. I'm not ready..."

"Please, we've done this before. Thirty-two times exactly. You've never acting like this before."

"I know what this means, I'm going to die soon aren't I? I still have so much to fix..."

"You haven't been the best Dallas, but you're far from the worst."

"I fucked up and I need to fix it. I need to make up for it."

"Stop crying."

"They told me not to go..."

"Stop crying."

"I don't want to do this anymore, please..."

"Stop crying."

"Please just get it over with."

"Get up then. It's not fun without a chase first."

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[font=georgia]Ugh, what was he doing here? Seriously, why the hell was he here? He'd done just fine on his own for...well about as long as he could remember. So what changed? Why did he take a sudden interest in clan life again after leaving it behind so long ago?

Truthfully, he could use the company. He wasn't exactly lonely per se, but it did get terribly boring being on your own for so long. This would be a nice enough change of pace and if he changed his mind, he'd leave. He didn't let anything hold him back.

So Beartooth trotted up to the SunClan border, typical disinterested look on his face as he scanned the surrounding area for someone to assist him. He sat down with an exasperated sigh and began to tap his forepaw impatiently as if he'd been waiting for ages.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]Aaron was lost. And not even in like, the "oh woops I took a wrong turn" kind of lost. Like a full on "what the fuck is this, what kind of foreign land have I been transported into" kind of lost.

Until two days ago, he'd never even seen what lie beyond the white picket fence of his backyard and now he was out here in tree hell with a non-existent sense of direction. Frankly, he was surprised--and proud--that he was even still alive. He was probably just lucky.

The tabby continued his trek through the orchard, green eyes darting back and forth, the bell on his collar tinkling softly with each step. There was a strong scent of other animals this way which could be very good or very, very bad. He was betting on the latter.