Posts by MAKA ALBARN.

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[plot reasons yaaaay + copied and pasted from sc to bc, so excuse any errors]
THE LITTLE GIRL WAS DEAD.
it hadn't been on purpose. well, sort of. she had gone looking for a fight, she couldn't control some of the insanity that was bubbling up inside her tiny body. she needed to let it go, and the only was was to find an enemy and slaughter them.
she did, eventually, find an exiler, but she was overpowered. now, her maimed, bloody body was sitting at the border, almost in between the two clans she lived in currently. but it wasn't her real body; instead of a silver eye, she had a bright green one. and she didn't have her necklace on, either. wether she had killed herself or if someone else had, it would be a mystery to the ones who found her. why? using scent manipulation, she had wiped herself of all scent. oh, wow. she had powers? well. cool.

how would she even be recognized?

in her paws, she had a note. bloodstained, but readable.

bye. and thank you for everything i got in this short time.
- bubblegumkit

it seemed, she had tried drawing a heart, but it was shaky, and was painted red with blood. whatever had happened, she knew she was dying, and now what would happen?
shit would go down.

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[plot reasons yaaaay + copied and pasted from sc to bc, so excuse any errors]
THE LITTLE GIRL WAS DEAD.
it hadn't been on purpose. well, sort of. she had gone looking for a fight, she couldn't control some of the insanity that was bubbling up inside her tiny body. she needed to let it go, and the only was was to find an enemy and slaughter them.
she did, eventually, find an exiler, but she was overpowered. now, her maimed, bloody body was sitting at the border, almost in between the two clans she lived in currently. but it wasn't her real body; instead of a silver eye, she had a bright green one. and she didn't have her necklace on, either. wether she had killed herself or if someone else had, it would be a mystery to the ones who found her. why? using scent manipulation, she had wiped herself of all scent. oh, wow. she had powers? well. cool.

how would she even be recognized?

in her paws, she had a note. bloodstained, but readable.

bye. and thank you for everything i got in this short time.
- bubblegumkit

it seemed, she had tried drawing a heart, but it was shaky, and was painted red with blood. whatever had happened, she knew she was dying, and now what would happen?
* would go down.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid lightblue 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:lightblue; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted lightblue; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;]twirl in ballet shoes[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] WHEN BUBBLE WOKE UP, SHE didn't know where she was. who she was. what she was. some memories, only a few, came rushing back to her in tidal pool waves; small, feeble. her name was bubble, bubblegumkit. she was a cat, in fact, she was back in her originally body. she felt.. different? she didn't know what had happened. eh, who cared. she needed to figure out where she was, but it wasn't hard, seeing all the dead bodies. the exiles, perfect. "hello? bubblegumkit, here to join." make it seem like you came here yourself, classy little shit.

[ shit quality, so late at night i can barely talk much less move my fingers. took me like half an hour to write this ]

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hockeykit meowed, because dean didn't know what to put.

Wooooooo

she's open to
well
everything
except litters. she's young okay?

she will also manipulate your character, not by using a power, but by sheer whatever the heck. it's easy or hard, depending on the mental state of your character.

ask if something is okay/not okay!

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]he let out a meow of protest as the rock began to crumble away, sending a defiant glare in imperialexecution's direction. "i don't want to be here!" he growled indignantly. "let me go!"

//short lil late track post

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]hockey came up, his nonexistent furrowed in confusion. "what does 'preg-nint' mean?" he asked, saying it slowly as to not mispronounce the word. "is it bad to be pregnant?" now he said it in his usual, high voice, almost sounding as if he'd said 'pregant'.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]punts hockey and hollypaw as well why not

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]/woah away for however long and a million replies
hockey: 'hi dad' *waves*

lots of people lots of noise. holy crap. um, this was weird, the child hadn't ever really been in a situation like this? "i'm not injured!" he hissed, aiming his words at coldpaw. frankly, the kit was just in one big panic. this wasn't the normal hockey at all. "let me go! please!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]wait, fatal illness? explosions? a lot of big words he didn't understand? wow. "are you lying? is that true?" he asked, his voice giving a high squeak, indicating the slightest hint of fear.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]hockeykit came up, tipping his head sideways with curiosity and confusion. "do i count as a man?" he asked, geuninely confused. "anyway, i'm hockeykit."

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]he gave a smile, and waved at eros. "i promise!" he squeaked happily, dropping his paw.
//rushed af

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]this girl seemed really familiar; maybe she was family, like tat? that'd be cool! he rushed over, peering into the basket, licking his lips and resisting the urge to take a bite out of all the food now. "thank you!" he thanked the female, looking up at her. screw alliances, he was only a child.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]he tipped his head to the side, his eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on her face. hmm, siamese... syl- sylvi, or something? "are you family, like tat- er.." she might not know her by 'tat'. "tat-sue-e-ah?" he said it slowly, still unsure if he said it right or not.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]ah! that clicked, of course. he gave a grin, and a wave. "now i remember you! hi, sylvia!" he squeaked, wanting to fly at her for a hug. she was one of the few in his family who had a name he could actually pronounce, so hopefully he would remember.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]yet again, he waved, even though he knew she wouldn't be able to see it. "okay!" he said happily, dropping his paw. "bye bye, sylvia!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]hockey let out a sigh as he heard the voice, rolling over in his bed. what was this - the second, third, fourth, even fifth time? ugh, probably not the fifth. maybe the fourth. please, go away. he begged silently, yawning. he didn't have to hear this.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]the punch was barely even needed, the impact of his small body hitting the ground was enough to wake him up. but, as the punch hit, he let out a squeal, scrambling to his paws. "wha- where- huh?!" were his jumbled words as he looked round wildly, confused.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]not only was the child captured, but it had been almost right outside the city where he had been snatched. he had wandered, maybe a hundred feet from the city, and that's where his scent was flooded with exile scent. there was small spatters of blood, and then hockey's and the exile scent both went off, towards the exiles territory.

[ rushed af + don't go rescue him yet, please! ]