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  • TAKE ANOTHER DRINK :: open, Saint Patrick's day banquet

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]Oh St. Patrick's Day! He knew that holiday. His family had thrown parties for it occasionally. From what he'd understood, you were supposed to wear green or else you got pinched. Thankfully, his collar was green.


    Aaron wasn't exactly the party type but the familiarity of the setting was comforting and enough to bring him out of his shell a little. "Looks good!" he commented, jumping up on the table besides Victorykit.

  • DIGITAL DASH -- joining

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    [font=georgia]"No promises," he snorted. He'd pissed off plenty of people in his lifetime, both inadvertently and totally on purpose. Usually he didn't mean it but it happened nonetheless.


    His gaze flickered toward the two brothers. "Smoke and...Cheddar. Right. Hey." Seemed like the whole clan was making their way out here.

  • light at the end of the tunnel [WINDCLAN TUNNELING EVENT]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][font=georgia]Oh hell yeah, a competition. He was always down for any sort of competition. Trying to navigate your way through a dark tunnel sounded pretty dangerous but it shouldn't be too hard if they got to work with a partner. "Count me in," the tabby announced as he approached the gathering.

  • halfway cross that city | TERRITORY MOVE

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    [font=georgia]Jay had arrived in this territory with nothing and he would leave here with nothing. Which was good, he'd hate to have to lug a bunch of crap around on his back. He was only a cat after all. "Let's get this show on the road," the red tabby said as he fell into step besides the others.

  • THIS KID'S NOT ALRIGHT //o, visitor//

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    [font=georgia]"Ooh, secretary?" Jay scoffed as he trotted up beside his clanmates, eyeing the stranger with mild interest. Truthfully, he'd probably would have assumed he was one of his clanmates had he not seen him be questioned first. "Sounds like you think you're someone important." He was mostly joking of course. Now whether or not this guy would take it as such...

  • THEY TELL ME I'M TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND // open + sorta oneshot //

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    [font=georgia]Jay had been walking behind the wagon, staring unfocused at the path ahead as he marched forward. The loud trumpet was enough to jolt him out of his thoughts and the tom glanced up in confusion. Everyone seemed to be stopping.


    He pushed his way towards the front. "What's--oh." He stopped mid sentence as his gaze landed on the still form. He wasn't familiar with who it was but it was a damn shame nonetheless. He took a few steps back to allow the others some space.

  • DIGITAL DASH -- joining

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    [font=georgia]"Will, Wildlife, nice to meet you," he returned their greeting as was expected of him. He made a face at the other guy--the bengal--as he came closer. "Whoa, whoa; flowerbutt? I'm cool with cute nicknames but they gotta make sense at least," And he didn't have flowers on his butt...right? He was almost tempted to look but decided against it.

  • THIS KID'S NOT ALRIGHT //o, visitor//

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    [font=georgia]The red tabby's smirk winded into a grin. Not a bad comeback. He wasn't petty, he could admire a good return--even when it was being used against him. "Hey, I have my moments but I'm glad to know there's room for improvement." He didn't want to escalate things further--or rather, he did but he knew it was unwise. Especially considering he was still pretty new around here. He'd never even formally met the guy running this place (well he was standing right there but Jay had hardly spoken a word to the canine) but from what he'd heard about him, he'd probably have no trouble kicking him out if he decided to cause trouble.

  • THROUGH THICK AND THIN | OPEN, DEVELOPMENT/ONESHOT/EXTREMELY LONG POST

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    [font=georgia]Jay could hear the little group talking quietly among themselves. He could just make out the name of the ThunderClan leader within the conversation, spoken in hushed and wary tones. What was with that guy? He'd heard talk about him being particularly harsh but he'd hardly seen the leader at all since his arrival here. He was beginning to think he'd stumbled into yet another clan with leadership drama. Fantastic. He'd thought he'd left that all behind in SunClan.


    "Hey guys," the rather bored looking tabby greeted with a flick of his tail.

  • cigarette box.

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    Feralfront is a play-by-post roleplay, art sharing, and virtual pet site, which offers privacy and participation control over your threads, and let you build post templates and profiles. All are welcome. Feralfront is a play-by-post roleplay, art sharing, and virtual pet site, which offers privacy and participation control over your threads, and let you build post templates and profiles. All are welcome. Feralfront is a play-by-post roleplay, art sharing, and virtual pet site, which offers privacy and participation control over your threads, and let you build post templates and profiles. All are welcome. Feralfront is a play-by-post roleplay, art sharing, and virtual pet site, which offers privacy and participation control over your threads, and let you build post templates and profiles. All are welcome.

  • I SAID OOH GIRL | OPEN, RETURN FROM INACTIVITY

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    Rabbitkit was drawn out by the commotion, thought the young tom was really too young to fully understand what what was going on. Something about a possession, a war, and needing Wolfsbane. If they needed Wolfsbane then it must be pretty serious. The tabby kept his distance but was clearly watching the two as they spoke urgently to each other. "Um, is everything ok?" he finally piped up after a few moments.

  • needed me + open painting

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    "Me! I want to paint!" the cheerful voice of the young tabby rang out as he bounded towards the scene. He'd never painted in his life, but how hard could it be? He studied the cans of paint with a serious expression on his face, as if he were carefully evaluating which color he should use. He finally settled on a bright blue, dunking a forepaw in without hesitation.


    But he had no idea what he should do next. And so he ended up just standing there covered in paint, staring at the canvas with a weird look on his face.

  • We Paint White Roses Red | Open, Flower Crowns

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    "I want to make one too!" Rabbitkit announced as he bounded up besides Ophelia, his sister. "Do you have any blue and red flowers? Those are my favorite colors!" Now he was getting excited. He'd never done this before but he was sure it would be fun. First painting, now flower crown making. He was trying all kinds of new artsy things lately!

  • We Paint White Roses Red | Open, Flower Crowns

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    "Cool!" That was definitely enough for him to work with--he was only a kit after all and wouldn't need a terribly large crown to fit his lil head. He reached forward and pulled some of the flowers towards him, being careful not to crush any or tear any petals. "How do I stick 'em to the wire thing?" he asked when Pippa placed the wire before him.

  • never ending + open herb training session

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    Rabbitkit was on a roll with all the new things he'd been learning lately and now he was about to add another to his list. It was fascinating that there were so many different plants with so many different uses. He was going to try his best to memorize what he learned today in case it came in handy in the future.


    The tabby kitten padded up eagerly and took a seat, impatient to get started.