Posts by Mercy Reaver

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[justify]bubblebreath is so cool he's the bae
plus i think its hilarious when he embarrasses casanova :'^)
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[justify]She watched idly as he adjusted the headwear, once again feeling quite satisfied with her work. Unconsciously, she adjusted her own blue crown with a forepaw, moving a petal that had been blocking a small fraction of her line of sight. The obstruction briefly reminded her of Frisk and made her wonder what it would be like to be blinded by her own flowers.

At the inquiry, she mock-pondered for a moment. "If you ask me, I think it's beautifufl," gushed the small tabby. "Whoever made that has some real talent."
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[justify]Upon catching an unfamiliar scent, the young female came trotting over curiously. She was about to ask for the trespasser's name and business, though it seemed Euphie had beat her to it, so she remained silent.
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[justify]The small group of creatures had finally cleared, the only two left being Frenchkit and the newbie. In all honesty, she was pretty excited for what was to come, for this would be the first tour she'd ever given. Perhaps it wasn't all too remarkable, but every milestone was special to the small disciple.

"You ready for the tour?" she inquired, turning to face Drizzlingkit. "And your bath?" French smiled humorously, ringed tail swishing back and forth.
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[justify]sorry for the lateness, but here it is!
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[justify]There was a bored look on the young femme's face as she exited the lab shared by herself and Typeface, gingerly pushing her way through the door and looking around lazily. With a yawn, she stretched her limbs, wondering what she could do to pass the time. Perhaps she could go find Cas and Royce? Nah, they were probably busy, what with their jobs and all – especially the latter. She often felt a bit bad for the gruff tigress; it must be tough, being the only shaman. And an untrained one at that. Frenchkit doubted she'd be able to handle all that pressure.

She herself was in quite the opposite situation; being a disciple really wasn't all that much work, aside from giving tours and making sure everyone felt welcome, so she often had a lot of time on her hands. Perhaps she could try hunting? That would certainly be interesting, considering she had absolutely no training whatsoever. Though now was as good a time to start as any, she supposed.

And so she resolutely padded off into the forest in search of prey, wondering how her little expedition would go. She didn't exactly have high expectations, but it was always good to try, yes?
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[justify]here! :^)
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[justify]Radioactivepaw had a brother? Cool! Where was he from? This question among others buzzed about in her head as the slight feline padded over, staring up at the newcomer curiously. She refrained from speaking, however, for she didn't want to interrupt the two siblings.
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[justify]Oh, a picnic! And there were flower crowns, too! "This is such a nice setup," commented Frenchkit as she trotted over, gazing around brightly. She made a move to sit down on a nearby blanket, but paused upon hearing Twinskeletons' inquiry. She cast a questioning glance toward the host, not wanting to intrude if this really was a pre-planned thing.
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[justify]asopjfeowj sorry i forgot to make it until now ;o;
here it is!
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[justify][size=8]im not sure if you saw this, so yeah im just gonna leave this here
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[justify]tracking :0
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[justify]frENCHIE
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[justify]ITS ALL GOOD DUDE
IM JUST GLAD BC IVE BEEN THINKING THE SAME THING
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[justify]/NO PROB DONT WORRY ABOUT IT
ALSO UR POST IS GR8

She herself wasn't simply living in Typeface's laboratory for kicks. On the contrary, the eccentric panther had offered to train her in the ways of science, and seeing as her family was hardly ever around she had seen no reason to decline. It was nice, having him for a roommate; he was such an interesting fellow, and so full of knowledge! She loved asking him questions, though she had yet to glean any information on this "determination" stuff he occasionally referred to.

Her eye was soon caught by a familiar canine upon entering the camp, and an unforgettable one at that. The markings on his face were indeed memorable and often made her wonder where they had come from. Did they mean anything? Had he painted them on, or were they natural? Frenchkit knew that creatures could sometimes possess rather unique coats, such as Radioactivepaw's glowing marks and Typeface's black and white pelt, so she wouldn't be surprised if the bone-like pattern truly was an inherent trait of his. Perhaps she would ask him about it.

When he acknowledged her presence, she flashed him a smile, though she continued on her way to the fresh-kill pile due to her steadily growing hunger. It was quite annoying at times, not being able to hunt for herself, though no one would really want to train a child like herself, she supposed. But it didn't matter; she only had to wait another two months before she could become an initiate.

Upon reaching the small heap of carcasses, she quickly scanned through it and decided on a sparrow. She preferred mice, admittedly, though she was too hungry to be picky. Plus, birds had more meat on them. Although Sans had not invited her to chat, French didn't like being alone for too long, and so she picked up her meal and headed in his direction. Besides, she'd been wanting to talk with him for a while now; Frisk was super close with the gruff male, so she figured she could at least try to get him to consider her a friend. He seemed pretty cool. And his puns were legendary.

"Hey, Sans," she greeted him cheerily, sitting down across from him. Her voice was muffled by the feathers, and so she put it down and looked up at him. "How's it going?"
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[justify]In contrast with her clanmate, Frenchkit appeared cheery as always as she trotted over, ringed tail held erect. Could this be another joiner? She sure hoped so; the young femme always enjoyed meeting new people, and she couldn't really do that if they were only here to talk about alliances or cause trouble. But seeing as there was nothing she could say until the stranger spoke up, she remained silent, watching curiously.
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[justify]"Um, welcome?" Frenchkit spoke up with a slightly uncomfortable smile as she padded over. Were they really gonna be stuck with one of those weird campaigners? Not that she didn't enjoy it when new people joined Shadowclan, but… this canine was just strange.
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[justify]She watched him quietly as he took note of her presence, round hazel visionaries alight with curiosity. He seemed rather tense, she noticed, but his agitated body language was soon forgotten when his own eyes began to glow a soft red. Now that was cool. Sure, Radioactivepaw could do it, too, but a pair of luminescent optics was rather captivating in her opinion. If she hadn't known the canine sitting across from her, she would have viewed him as a somewhat sinister character, what with his skeletal facial features and crimson gaze.

When he spoke up, French quickly perceived the light stutter, though she didn't say anything or show any signs of hearing it. It wouldn't do either of them any good to make Sans uncomfortable; he already seemed jittery enough. Still, it was strange, seeing him in such an uneasy state when he typically came off as tough and self-reliant. He seemed to relax upon voicing his inquiry, however, and she nodded in response. "Yup, and you're Sans. Can't forget a name or face like that." she commented airily, lowering her head to take a bite from the dead bird at her paws. She chewed and swallowed, and then met his gaze once again. "We don't really talk much, huh? What've you been up to?"
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[justify]Well, Frenchkit wasn't exactly a warrior. Not even close. But this unique-looking stranger had certainly caught her interest, and so she came trotting over curiously, hazel eyes wide and inquisitive. The Rift, he'd said? She'd never heard of it, though she figured they were on good terms with her own clan, considering the lack of hostility coming from the horned wolf. "Watcha gotta tell us?" queried the disciple as she gazed up at him.
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[justify]Oh, another joiner! And she had a pretty name, too. Neat. "Hey there, welcome to Shadowclan!" she greeted the older female cheerily upon trotting over, stopping beside Spectrum. "I'm Frenchkit, a disciple here, so let me know if you want a tour or have any questions or anything."
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[justify]And indeed, it was not a bad thing. Not to her, anyway. She actually found Sans rather interesting, what with his odd mix of a rough attitude and sense of humor. His affinity for puns and the like had certainly come as a surprise to her when it had first become prominent; he'd just seemed so no-nonsense when they'd first met. It had really caught her off guard. But it was nice, knowing he wasn't all austere and mean. It made her want to get to know him better, to learn why he acted so callous despite his clearly caring nature deep down. Or perhaps that truly was something reserved for Frisk alone. She would have to wait and see, she supposed.

She licked her lips while waiting for a response, savoring the rich taste of the avian carcass still clinging to her creamy fur. Before she could take another chunk of it, however, Sans spoke up, immediately drawing her attention. At his inquiry, she shrugged. "Same here, I guess," responded French thoughtfully. "Well, besides making those glowing flower crowns, but that ate up most of my free time for a couple of days." It had been fun, though, recreating the work of her teacher. Extremely frustrating, but fun.
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