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As soon as she had been tied up in the rope, the Snow Leopard cub tried fighting back. But now, she was exhausted, she took a seat, growling. "I am not your pet."
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Interaction thread with Kissingpaw?
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Honey? I'm home.
That voice. It sent shivers down her spine. Pollux had returned. The First Tier took a seat beside Sola, thin whiskers twitching. How could it be? He couldn't be real. She was seeing someone that had dead and she thought she would not see ever again.
"He's not real... This is a dream that I can wake up from..."
Kissingpaw whispered in a raspy tone and shook her head at this, blinking a few times as well. Pollux didn't disappear. He returned. Bastard. She had gotten depressed over his 'death' and he just showed up, back in BloodClan. Rage started to blaze in her stomach, but it cooled down shortly. "D-dad." She rasped, eyeing the former deputy.
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Kissingpaw had been recently interested in fighting animals. She was holding a mouse beneath her rough paw pads, a small grin on her maw. As she lifted the poor creature, it began squeaking. "Aw.... Too bad I have some plans for you." The apprentice stated, shoving the mouse in a cage that she had conjured up. Next, Kissingpaw conjured up a knife and reached into the cage, cutting nicks into the mouse's ears, to make it look a little more scary.
But that wasn't the worst part. She had built a small arena, centered by metal crates, so the mice couldn't bite their way through to freedom. The First Tier began putting a bunch of mice in the arena, watching them start to look around before she conjured up a lizard and put it in there with the mice. She smirked when the lizard chased after the critters.
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Could you make?
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SHIP CATEGORIES (remember: can be crack or canon)
Favorite ship: Sola xx Pollux
Favorite crack ship: Evangeline xx Sola
Ship most likely to wear matching ugly sweaters: Evangeline xx HBK
Ship most likely to make snow angels: Jace xx Agatha
Ship most likely to kiss under the mistletoe: Sola xx PolluxCHARACTER CATEGORIES
Nicest: Cadence
Naughtiest: Merle
Most like the Grinch: Pollux
Most likely to be festive: Evangeline
Most likely to have secret holiday obsession: Cadence
Most likely to slip on ice: Jace
Most likely to steal presents: Merle
Most likely to try and catch Santa: Cadence
Most likely to want nothing for Christmas: Pollux
Most likely to want everything for Christmas: Cadence
Most likely to get tangled in lights: Jace
Most likely to eat all the food: Merle
Most likely to try and bribe Santa:KissingpawCadence
Most likely to get a brick for someone else: Pollux
Most likely to get buckets of coal: Merle
Most likely to fight Santa: Merle
Most likely to sing Christmas carols: Evangeline -
"Welcome back." Kissingpaw said calmly as she approached the returning member. "I'm Kissingpaw, who you're you?" She asked, slowly shifting her eyes up and down the other First Tier. He was strange in color, the brown, pale brown, and the purple as well as the missing fur around his blue eye.
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Waste(Idk what to call you)@ Could you add 'Donatelli' to Neith's list of surnames?
All@ Accepted.
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Also, Kissingpaw will die after all the kids are born, since I have no muse for her.
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Accepted! This is now closed!
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Oh sh*t. The kids were coming. "I'm needing some medical attention over here, please!" The First Tier called out, hopefully her Clanmates were on their way.
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Seeing that nobody came, Kissingpaw started giving birth. She let out a huff when the first one was born, a female, by the looks of it. She was beautiful, Kissingpaw rasped out a name. "N-Neith." Then another pain shot through her womb and yet another kitten came out, another female with a white, layered with gold pelt. "Psyche." The First Tier named her daughter. Once again, she felt one come out, but a male. He had a tan pelt that had several spots on it. "James, but I hope your father calls you Jim." One more remained. The young kitten was a male. He was the color of a normal Savannah cat. Since he looked so ordinary, Kissingpaw couldn't help but give him a uncommon name that probably wasn't used much. "Rowan." The First Tier suddenly twitched in pain as blood began pooling around her. She knew she was dying, but she was happy that she had children. "T-take care, my darlings." And with that, the female closed her eyes and rested her head down.