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  • Please dont laugh at me |Open| I have no friends

    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 400px; line-height: 14px; font-family: lucida sans unicode; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]"Oh, saints I don't believe in," muttered the giant kitsune as he approached, his white eyes watching the frog hop away from Shep. Snorting, he would seat himself a few feet away. "Why would you want a frog as a pet, of all creatures? What about a falcon, or some other kind of bird? Maybe an owl, or a raven? Or even a crow?" he didn't understand these Clanners. It was so much easier, being alone and not having to deal with others every day. He should just leave now and go back to searching for The Dregs. But, no. He wanted to stay a while longer, for reasons unknown to everyone except him.



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    YOU WALK LIKE YOU'RE A GOD // 1.29.17

  • YO YO YO [ open; double joining ]

    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 400px; line-height: 14px; font-family: lucida sans unicode; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Did anybody truly think he, of all people, was going to let anybody hug him? If they did, they could think again, but this time, with some broken ribs and legs. Kaz hated being touched, for reasons that he would not say. "If we're doing introductions, I'm Kaz Brekker. I am actually a leader of a gang, whom I've been separated from. Do not touch me, though." The male scratched at the ground with a forepaw, before looking over at Endgame and Skaikru.



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    YOU WALK LIKE YOU'RE A GOD // 1.29.17

  • SHADOWCLAN CHAT/PLOTTING THREAD

    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]I MADE THE CHILD




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    gay child tags // 3.19.17

  • SHADOWCLAN CHAT/PLOTTING THREAD

    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]bout to make this bab's joining thread in colouredclan hhhhhh



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    gay child tags // 3.19.17

  • gay child (tm) { open, joining }

    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]The poor gay child wasn't sure exactly where he was, but he did know that he was hungry, and tired. His normally bright eyes were dull and half-lidded, and his fur was matted. Some of it was eve missing. The poor chubby cheetah cub wanted to go home. But he didn't know where home was. He was lost, that was that. Had he known that he was in the territory of a Clan, he probably would have tried to find someone to help him. But he didn't know that. He was in the outer biome, laying panting on the ground, his eyes closed and glasses askew on his face. Destery's scarf was barely wrapped around his neck, as the tiny cub had gotten hot and loosened it slightly. He had been hoping to feel a cool breeze, but instead there was none. Des could make out the blurred figures of birds of prey up in the sky, waiting for him to die before they swooped in and feasted. This is it, he thought meekly. This is how I go.



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    gay child tags // 3.19.17

  • gay child (tm) { open, joining }

    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]/ y e s gay child is here!! c:


    What... what was that noise? he thought, as he was unable to hear correctly at that moment. His heart was pounding in his ears. Opening his eyes, he expected to see nothing but blackness, but instead saw the blurry form of a cat and a dog. He tried raising his head to get a better look, but it only raised about an inch off the ground before dropping back down. The chubby cub closed his eyes and let Aris help him, though he normally didn't like being touched.



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    gay child tags // 3.19.17