Posts by Ginger ?

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  • WE FOUND LOVE IN A HOPELESS PLACE — private

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    She looked at her reflection, and for Fixxy's sake, grinned widely. I mean, it wasn't bad, but they were cats for gods sake. "It's perfect." She held a paw to her chest dramatically. She liked the bow though, It suited her.

  • you pulled the panic chord -- private

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    Faded's fluffy body had spread out on the bank of the river, this being one of the few times she was serene and quiet. Behind all of her bouncy bubbly self, she was quite smart actually. She enjoyed philosophical talks and mind sculpting topics, so it was too bad she didn't know anyone else who was like that. Oh well, she had just as much fun being silly. She usually felt more mentally stable when she was being silly anyways.

  • WE FOUND LOVE IN A HOPELESS PLACE — private

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    She decided all of this would be up to her. She pulled out the eye shadow and lipstick, matching colors before getting to work. Grey on the lids, then a sparkly gold to smoke it out, dark blood red lips, and some minimal contouring. She put a black collar with gold studs around his neck and a lacy red bow on his head. Boom, a work of art. She handed him the mirror.

  • you pulled the panic chord -- private

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    Faded raised her head at the sound of muffled words. It took her a second to decipher the language before turning her head and recognizing the face of Frenchcapital. She gave the older feline a kind and warm smile. "Yeah, i know how to swim, but i'm not planning on gettin' in." She told her, stretching her body. She glanced down at Frenchie's bird, figuring the deputy was a great hunter, then back up to her face.

  • please don't bite -- private

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    Faded, once aging laid on her stomach, emerald luminaries closed. The shadows that passed over her lids lolled her in and out of sleep until she got bored. She pulled her petite but fluffy body upright and stretched her limbs, grooming out her crazy calico fur, hoping someone would come along and make her day less boring.

  • you pulled the panic chord -- private

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    She nodded in agreement with frenchy about the swimming inquiry. When she offered the bird, she figured she'd accept. It was a nice thing to share prey, might as well not take advantage of it. "If that's alright. Thank you," She replied, bending down to strip the bird of it's feathers. She felt like she should say something. "How are you?" Eh, that works.

  • please don't bite -- private

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][size=8]"Hello tall one," She greeted back, offering the unfamiliar face with a cheeky smile. "I don't think i know you. I'm Fadedkit." She introduced, flicking an audit.

  • you pulled the panic chord -- private

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][size=8]The calico held her smile, replying to her with a small. "I'm alright," Really, the only problem was all the bordem she faced here in RiverClan. She took a bite of the bird, suddenly realizing how hungry she actually was.

  • you're just to nice too me -- open, straws

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][size=8]She watched crosskit mimic the choking and laughed. "They're secretly weapons!" She said with a mischievous grin. Hearing balticbattle, she'd smile in greeting, though one of his statement put her off a bit. "She doesn't have to be ladylike," she mumbled to herself while glancing down at the straws, making it seem like she hadn't said a word. "Thanks, they were kinda just there. I thought i could do something with them." She shrugged.

  • UPDATED VOTING FOR NEW TERRITORY

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][size=8]Whatever fits riverclan best seems to be the best option. So, possibly a territory move, doctors to medicine cats, and more activity adjustments? seems about right.
    I don't know why, but riverclan always seemed classic to me, like the classic name ranks, and just the all around social energy that they had in the books.