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  • NEW StormClan Chat/Plot/Shipping Thread!

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    [size=6pt]★ trek

    Technically Timur wrote:


    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;]"Tfw youre 15 but have only kissed a potato Color Palette"
    Kenny why




    I was drawing a parallel from this color palette pls mother


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    [size=6pt]★ trek

    Pᴇʙʙʟᴇ wrote:


    "Hanging with the corpses"
    This speaks to me for Ellis thank you


    Your welcome bab huuuu


    Also who's Ellis again? I forgot pls forgive me :'''')

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    LOVE IS RED

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    THE ROSE ON YOUR COFFIN DOOR


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    Characters (updated 11/16/16)

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  • NEW StormClan Chat/Plot/Shipping Thread!

    GUYS IM CRYING ROSE'S FANCY POST IS RUINED



    RUINED


    LOOK AT THIS

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    *FRIVOLOUS SCREECHING*

  • Tonight you are a whispering campaign

    <p><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> Dressed in a snow white coat of fur, his consciousness resonated from inside of his lithe form, ringing from within wispily tufted ears into the clutches of the evening sky. He had been gone for far too long, as the Sun's ravenous cycles told him throughout the flaming days, although what shone upon him at the moment in time were the harmonious beams of the moons natural light, caressing feminine features with ethereal grace. The moonlight shone through pale golden optics with a repressed fervor, singing its melodic tune. Rose rather liked the night, although he now tracked time by the food in his belly and the moisture upon his maw. He had lost count of the days by now. Only in his own company, the alabaster hued felid had become a devout loner, preaching his sermon of introspective loneliness to only the gnarled trees around him. They made good enough friends of course, but solitude was not a thing that even the solitary desired after time had run its course. Rose was oddly quite introverted, but felids were in the end social creatures, craving attention to the same degree as they would perhaps crave a mouse's blood, or more related, a mother's soft touch.</span></p>
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    <p><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> Rose had no such thing, however. He held no company within his grasp but the grass passing beneath his steps and his lovely Luna among the stars, watching over him as the days grew far too long to count. The days...how they in themselves had become beautiful afflictions. For a moment the thought brought a rueful smile to Rose's face, as plush petal-pink paws edged closer to the border of Stormclan by the minute. His old home of two years beckoned modestly, its looming mountains pulling him ever so closer with their air of wisdom. He didn't approach now with an ulterior motive, but simply the desire of relocation back to his home, of which was now just out of reach. Slowly but surely, accompanying his nearing to the border would be snippets of memory from his past time in Stormclan resurfacing, and giving him a metaphorical patting on the head. With soft sighs he recalled time spent within the soft clutches of the warriors den, camaraderie floating upon the breeze. Then as he began to taste a familiar scent, gossamer paws would then find themselves fidgeting with his rose, tussling the accessory with declawed paws of a desaturated blush. For now he would keep walking, awaiting a passing patrol or simply a wanderer? Rose knew how the Stormclan folk tended to favor moonlit walks.</span></p>