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  • ~ The Clan of the Sky's Colours ~ Sign ups ~ Accepting ~

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    Frostkit ||Frostpaw || Frostwing
    Name: Frostkit
    Rank: Kit
    Gender: Female
    Hunting skill: 24/100
    Fighting skill: 34/100
    Healing skill: 12/100
    Strategic skill: 43/100
    Team skill: 56/100
    Loyalty: 86/100
    Family: Raintulip
    Kits: Nope
    Mate: Nope
    Crush: Ravenpaw
    Traits: Slow, careful, kind, focuses on details.
    Strengths: Careful, kind and attentive.
    Weaknesses: (Is it allowed for her to be deaf? That's why her skills are so low. If not, I will change it) Deaf and slow.
    Mindset: Positive
    Other: I don't like tea or coffee :| I'm so boring XD

  • ~Clan of the Sky's Colours~Roleplay Thread~

    Frostkit yawned slightly, awoken by the movement of Goldkit. She got up, stumbling on her little paws, and followed Goldkit's lead, snuggling up closer to their "mother". She smiled, thinking of the kindness of the queen. Her and Goldkit now had a mother, milk, warmth and a home thanks to her.

  • Private thread you shouldn't touch.

    ooc;
    Great name XD


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    John sat down on his bed. He sighed, putting his head in his hands. He had been thinking a lot about him lately. Sherlock. Just thinking about him sent a wave of bad memories flooding into his brain. It had been a long time. He grabbed his coat and walked out the door, feeling the need to clear his head.
    "Mrs. Hudson! I'll be back for tea!" He shouted as he walked out the door. John stepped outside. The door handle had been straightened. John clenched his fist, trying to not think about it. He walked down the steps and began his walk.

  • Private thread you shouldn't touch.

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    ic;
    John trudged along the side of the road, staring at his shoes. He kept thinking about that day. About that moment. He thought he was a good friend... He shook his head, clenching his fist tighter. No. He thought. I can't start thinking like that. It wasn't my fault. He shut his eyes, repeating the last phrase. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault. He walked into the park and without looking at the other man on the bench, sat down.

  • Private thread you shouldn't touch.

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    ic;
    John put his head in his hands again and sighed. He glanced at the man next to him. He was wearing a coat similar to Sherlock's. They had sat at this bench before, when Sherlock tried using "small talk." John laughed a bit, remembering the times when his best friend tried to be sociable. He heard the cough and looked back at the man.
    "Hey, are you alright? That sounds like a serious cough." He inspected the man, noticing ow similar his fashion sense was to Sherlock's.

  • Private thread you shouldn't touch.

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    ic;
    John stared the other man's green/blue (I looked it up, he's got two different eye colors :o) eyes. He tried to speak but found he lost his voice. It was Sherlock. But how? Sherlock had committed suicide. There was no way he could be alive. He had watched him die. He took his pulse.
    "S-sherlock?" He asked, his eyes starting to water.

  • Private thread you shouldn't touch.

    ooc;Sorry I was late in replying :-[ My dad took me to a museum yesterday where the line literally took a couple hours.


    ic;
    John stared at his friend in shock.
    "Why the hell would you fake your own death? We could've helped! I'm a doctor, Sherlock, I could've helped.
    "
    John took a deep breath. "When were you diagnosed?" He asked.

  • Private thread you shouldn't touch.

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    ic;
    John sighed. "Sherlock. Even if it couldn't be helped, it would've been better for you to spend your," He choked on his words. "Last days with us." He thought back to all the days after Sherlock's death. "Do you know what it did to us? To Mrs. Hudson? To your family? To me?"

  • Private thread you shouldn't touch.

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    ic;
    John rolled his eyes. "Sherlock. I'm a doctor. I know you need to go inside." John looked down at his clothes. "Well, I'm not really dressed for this kind of weather, so I'm going inside. And you're coming with me." He said, grabbing Sherlock's wrist once again.

  • ♏ Tribe of the Scorpion ♏ - Sign ups


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    »Sticks


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    Their Master



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    »Frost


    Profile


    Their Master

  • Private thread you shouldn't touch.

    ooc;


    ic;
    John stared at the blood. "Yeah, alright we're going inside. It's for your own good." He sat down next to Sherlock and pulled out his phone. "If you don't come with me, I'll text your brother and have you arrested." He said, with a straight face.

  • Private thread you shouldn't touch.

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    ic;
    John smiled and threateningly held up his phone. "I will, I swear." Then, he noticed the blood and his smile lessened. "Tell you what." He said, staring into his friends greenish-blue eyes. "Why don't we go off and do everything you never got to do, right now?" He asked, grinning.