[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]The pastel yellow, somewhat stocky young she-cat with a white flower crown stumbled onto the border, with a corn dog hanging from her mouth as usual. BlizzardClan, huh? Mustard thought the place was simply called BlizzardClan because it sounded cool, not because it literally had constant blizzards.
Shivering and shaking snowflakes off her rosy pink nose, the plump youth waddled into camp. It was rather decorated. She obverved the little stone huts, particularily the ones with vines. They were especially pretty.
Get your head out of the clouds, Mustard thought, shaking her head. Right now you focus on finding a home. And so the child did, sitting down at the center of the camp, waiting for someone to pass by.
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[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek
Posts by trainerpaw
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia] Eyes widening, the she-cat shifted her blue-green optics towards the young jaguar. The yellow feline didn't really look that much like she'd plant a bomb in the camp for the most part, so she didn't really know what the kid thought of her. "Easy there, guy." she mewed awkwardly. "I'm Mustard, and I was simply wondering if I could stay here for a few nights?" She shuffled a little ways from the jaguar, somewhat intimidated by his bared teeth.
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[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek -
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]Mustard, padding towards the unfamiliar equine, had heard of a zonkey before. She didn't know it was a horse with nicely-decorated legs. The joiner looked very unique and set apart from most species she'd seen. Usually it was cats and dogs and a dragon every now and then, sometimes regular old horses. But this was especially interesting. "Wow, you're pretty!" she beamed enthusiastically. "Hi, I'm Mustard."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]Well, Mustard's first encounters with this group didn't go too well. So, perhaps it would be better to simply form a meet-and-greet of sorts.
Meet-and-greet.
Meat and greet.
Will they offer me meat...?
I hope the have sirloin... or bacon.
Lost in her hopes and dreams of being given random types of meat, she almost didn't call over her clanmates to meet them. "Oh, uh, meet-and-greet!" she called awkwardly. "Well... my name is Mustard, and well, I just joined."
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]No meat? No delicacies? No nothing? Sighing under her breath, the disappointed feline forced a smile, despite "starving."
"Yello there, it's really nice to meet you all!" she exclaimed, purring. Then she noticed the nervous one. Maybe he was hungry as well.
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[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek -
[size=25pt]plotties :3[/size]
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hiiiiiii
Whelp, mustard needs a plot.
Everyone needs plot in their life!
Therefore, this thread is created.
She's open to anything and everything that doesn't induce physical harm, such as:
friendships ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ
best fwiends ( ◡́.◡̀)\(^◡^ )
love plots (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
or
rivalries! ᕙ( ︡'︡益'︠)ง[size=25pt]opinions :3[/size]
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[font=times new roman]Evergreen Wraith: "She's gone through some things I wouldn't wish for anybody, and I respect her for that. Ev is a great person, and didn't deserve what happened. I want to make her happy and forget her hard times... it's worked for me, and now I don't feel as bad about my past."Yes, you can ask Mustard to judge your chara as well.
I'm not making a heartchart because that's too much work
i am lazyyy[font=times new roman]So, ask below!
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]As the feline heard the unfamiliar voice, pricking her ears, she scattered over to the legendary creature, petals floating away from her flower crown and frosting flying off a slice of cake hanging out of her mouth. Huh, more cool-looking horses. Yesterday it was a zonkey.
"Yes, we're very much accepting!" the gluttonous feline mewed happily, her words muffled by the stolen cake in her mouth. Finally gulping it down, the pastel yellow cat introduced herself. "My name is Mustard, whats yours?"
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[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek -
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]Mustard was never really an expert with others' emotions. Usually she's just either happy that she got food or sad that she didn't get food. So, when someone's sad, naturally, she offers them food. Often, it worked, as the people were either flattered by her offerings or amused with Mustard's idiocy, but sometimes, they yelled at her for not realizing the situation was about much more than food. Because of that method, the child lost quite a few friends. So she simply stood to wait for the kit to answer her clanmates' questions before finding a solution.
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Interaction/friendship thread with Mustard? She'll prolly just annoy him all the time~
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]Today, Mustard was being creative. And by creative, I mean throwing some paint on a canvas and calling it art.
She was trying to paint an image of a nearby lily, but was obviously failing. Her messy, paint-covered paws were littering the grass under her, and her piece looked more like an extremely smudgy paintball war than a pretty flower.
"Ack," she scowled, rasing one of her once cream-colored paws, now caked in pink and green.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]ow dat scorn
http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2249205.new#new
Yes, le thread.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]"I'll take a task!" mewed Mustard happily, scampering towards the head paladin. They hadn't exactly met yet; Mustard being new junk and all that, but she'd accept a task from the smokey black feline anyway.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]Mustard's chubby little legs were practically spinning as she brought home today's catch; a half-eaten hot dog. She didn't know fast food clerks could be so angered and crazed. Ignoring that moment, she wolfed it down, a more relaxed expression on her little yellow face, now glazed with ketchup. She hummed a calm little tune as she devoured the unfortunate greasy delicacy, a a wide, satisfied beam plastered on her maw.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]It had crossed the feline's mind that she hadn't remembered much since January of '14. In fact, she didn't remember anything. Nothing at all. No special New Year's dinner, and yet she has the ability to trace back to every meal she'd ever had. She was confused with herself now, since it had been a while since she thought about the past, or really anything like that.
Her overly deep thoughts had lead to the hypothesis that, perhaps that maybe she had simply forgotten everything. That... that's silly, she thought. It's not like I have amnesia.
Even so, a rather worried look was plastered on her innocent face. Is there really some sort of crazy accident that happened before that month?
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]"Now that I think about it, it does look like vomit." Mustard mewed in reply, gazing at her work. "I don't think I've ever seen a piece of art featuring barf. Pretty unique, I guess." She looked back at Draco. "Originally it was going to be a lily, but you gave me a simply wonderful idea!" Still splattering random colors at the already littered canvas, Mustard formed the odd shape of an animal of some sort on it.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]Through a small bush, outside territory boundaries, Mustard eyed her prey, licking her lips hungrily. She gazed at the target.
It was a glazed donut, on display inside a rural bakery.
She immideatly rushed inside, attempting to shatter the glass at the display window. She jumped at it, knoking it down and breaking it to millions of tiny pieces and shards. And along with that, the gourmet donuts were spread across the birch wood floor.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]Pulling her head out of the clouds, the feline looked back at Evergreen. "Oh, hello. Sayaka, was it?" Mustard began. The coyote looked rather troubled as well, judging by her depressed expression. Something reeked of the Exiles, but Mustard wouldn't comment about that for now.
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[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek -
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]"Gah, I'm really sorry!" Mustard exclaimed awkwardly. She stood up and flicked an ear, noticing how the femme was acting. She was a tad more relaxed when they first met. "But... are you okay...?" The small feline asked with a tilt of her head. "You don't seem too good at the moment."
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[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek