Posts by ROSS H.

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    soft squeaks


    yes omg, Ross would love that tbh! who makes? :3
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    // jfc there was a fuckin nuclear bomb in this thread, track for now
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    aaah alright tysm!!!
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    HEY ODDI
    i mean i was already here for a while now lmao
    i was only in hawkclan for like a whole week now
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    Here's Oddi's drawing;

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    1. http://orig04.deviantart.net/9eda/f/2016/353/0/d/racing_stripes_by_meidikebear-das6obf.png


    Here's Exotica's;
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    1. http://orig14.deviantart.net/ed5e/f/2016/353/3/b/glowsticks_by_meidikebear-das6omz.png


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    Thunderclan? How peculiar. Had they changed to neutrals instead of being pro-clanners? He wasn't certain but he limped to Sango's side taking a seat as he gave a curt nod of his cranium twitching his whiskers, he winced slightly taking the pressure off his paw mewing with a calm smile "Ross Hyacinth, Gravedigger of Shadowclan. . . A pleasure to meet you, Benjamin." He listened closely. Interesting.
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    Ross had left his home to try collecting some herbs for the clan despite his leg injury but he was still insistent that it was getting better thus no one bothered him about it besides Sango but she wasn't around at the time. The ragdoll walked along with a blink of his heterochromatic eyes keeping a satchel close to his body only to spot John from earlier though his interest was peaked at the sight of a novel. Oh jeez, it had felt forever since he read a book which was some hours ago. He would glance down into his satchel momentarily spotting the small light purple box inside, he should go put it back to his sleeping quarters yet he was feeling lazy today so he moved onward with a twitch of his whiskers. He offered a friendly smile as he suddenly mewed a greeting to the bobcat "Ah hello there." He paused momentarily soon introducing and asking with curiosity in his voice "I'm Ross Hyacinth. I don't believe we've met properly. Also what book are you reading if you don't mind me asking," Yes, Ross was quite polite as he took a seat setting down the satchel carefully letting out a squeak as the small box tumbled out. Sh*t. He would pick it up with a nervous chuckle.
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    He had saw most of what happened during the torture and honestly, he felt nothing of it considering that Riverclan were enemies and had decided to fuel the fire that was between them. He was somewhat angry and he wasn't of who he was angry at but he had heard the steps of pawsteps which lured him over. He blinked his heterochromatic gaze at Radioactiveplague watching him kick away the rabbit viciously, he flicked his ear briefly trying to figure out what to say. His whiskers twitched as Ross walked over mewing as he drew near with a calm gaze "Nice catch, Radio." He cleared his throat a bit pausing as he decided to ask the other "Are you alright?" He knew what was wrong but he had to make sure that his clanmate was alright.
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    Ross limped over with a calm heterochromatic gaze "Hello there. What's your business with Shadowclan?" He asked without a single emotion in his voice thinking of what had occurred earlier and well, he wasn't the happiest about it either. God, he hoped that Sango didn't arrive just yet. . .He wanted to get some information out of this Riverclanner before there was any hostility thrown around.
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    omg yes 11/10 best friendship lmao
    who makes? :3
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    ofc bae <3
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    "Hello Emanuel. What kind of news do you bring for us? Also, we've been. . .Fine. Ross Hyacinth, Gravedigger of Shadowclan. A pleasure to meet you," The felidae would briefly shake himself out with a calm blink of his heterochromatic eyes at the lupine noting how he appeared cautious. The Gravedigger would take a seat flicking his stumpy tail to the sides waiting for the other to answer his question.
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    Dollface?


    He wanted to chuckle at that considering how once some NPCs tried showing him how to flirt and it had been the most amusing thing in the whole world to him, at least, to a certain degree. He didn't necessarily flirt with his girlfriend but he complimented her and she had told him that his words were as smooth as dolphin's skin, which was pretty smooth unless they've been out of the water too much or something. He was more of a science man and well, he didn't take flirting too serious even if no one had ever tried flirting with him of all people. He took a deep breath sitting out of his home removing his bowtie and glasses briefly as the feminine felidae would momentarily brush the fur that stood up down with a forepaw. He had his journal in front of him with his Wingdings on yellowed pieces of paper, he was humming a soft tune knowing that he probably looked like an actual girl without his items on. Which he was ironically but he identified as a boy and well, his mother wasn't around anymore to judge him about it. He had freedom of doing whatever, well, more or so. Eventually, the ragdoll would place his glasses back onto his face adjusting them briefly and picked up the bowtie that his girlfriend gave him. A grin tugged at his maw.
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    "Sign me the fvck up, I guess." The felidae mewed as he walked over with calm steps taking a seat next to Faustus giving a nod in Radio's direction, this was a lame track post.
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    // BAE WHY U DO DIS
    tracky
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    Ross watches as she held out the flowers to him and he'd take them gently redirecting her as he couldn't help but find a smile on his maw and mewed with a small nod of his cranium "Go on a date with you?" He paused momentarily though it was only for a few seconds before he'd answer with an even larger grin "Does a Monarch butterfly have a wingspan of 8.6 centimeters?" There was a pause. Damn, why did Ross have to be so dorky? He chuckled a bit soon mewing with his stumpy tail wagging furiously "Of course, I'll go on a date with you!"
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    ( mobile/no problem bae & sorry for late reply )


    Of course, it wasn't too bad that someone got Ross confused for a girl by just looking at the back of him since he has a considerably feminine form with an addition of cute baby fat though it was very little. He flicked his ears hearing pawsteps but he didn't bother to turn around as he continues to hum not a single care in the world, alright, that was a lie seeing as Shadowclan was growing salty but eventually everyone would get accustomed to Sango's reign and no one would be bothered by it. Hell, he didn't even want to think of his own possible reign as leader. What would he even do? He thought of the basics which was letting the other clans aware of new leadership, tighten and keep alliances strong, hold a meeting of no promotions or demotions, make sure everyone was in check, and plan some fun events. Didn't sound too bad, did it? No, it didn't but he didn't want to be the weak link that would make Shadowclan a shameful anti-clan but he didn't want his clanmates thinking lesser of him either. Ah, damn. He was well aware now of why his lover had stepped down, the stress and the responsibility of leading a clan could put much weight on ones shoulders.


    He was suddenly torn from his thoughts by an unfamiliar voice, he turned his heterochromatic gaze in the direction of Allen briefly glancing around to see if the other was talking to someone else and not him. Surprise, surprise. He was being flirted with and he honestly didn't know how to deal with that as he swallowed briefly trying to figure out what to say. "I'd prefer if thou does not refer me to doll." He finally spoke feeling quite angry with himself that his voice also held that somewhat high smooth feminine tone, he cleared his throat bringing his journal close to himself answering with a blink of his mismatched eyes "Studying and taking a few notes in my journal." Too bad, he wasn't lewd as other men who'd blatantly just state that they were men and show them their balls to prove it. He had none and even if he did, those were his and really, no one needed to see that. Maybe his name would make Allen realize that he was a guy and would lay off with the flirting? Unless, Allen swung his metaphorical and physical "bat" in every way.


    "Ross Hyacinth. You are?"
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    More torture and causing more trouble between clans. How wonderful. He walked over taking a seat next to Allen with a blunt expression on before he suggested with a shrug not really meaning anything by it, hell, it wasn't even the least bit suggestive as he mewed "Maybe you wanna use one of my scalpels? They're pretty sharp," Ross didn't really like torture but he was bound to get used to it even if there wasn't much torture during his girlfriend's reign and if he ever had one of his own, well, hell with it since he wouldn't know what he'd do.
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    Oh boy, he hadn't held one of these in forever probably when he was a small punkass Mercenary if he recalls well enough but he takes a deep breath mewing with a serious expression on "Shadowclan, I am holding small therapy sessions. We can make these open discussions without lashing out at one another or you can ask for a private session where you can tell me all your feelings and whatever you want to rant to me about. I'm not here to criticize anyone's opinions nor bash any of your theories but rather help as much as I can. If that's understood well enough, please make your way over and take a seat on these cushions I've set up for your lovely arses to sit on. Thank you," Ross definitely meant business as he adjusted some of the cushions and in the middle of his therapy circle was some snacks as well as beverages. God, he hopes this would go well. He would silently pray like Boyd would when he was around but eventually he took some apple juice puncturing the straw into the box and drinking from it. Deep breaths. He also had some junk food there which consisted of chips and some lollipops for himself and a possible somebody who would probably observe. Oh well.
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    Oh god. "Still a good catch nonetheless, it will do good to whoever eats it." He said with a calm tone flicking an ear briefly only to listen closely that the clan was his problem and the Gravedigger couldn't help but give a hum of agreement "I can imagine. . ." He simply murmured realizing how others came over so they would have to likely have this discussion later or it was officially finished. "Uh, Ross Hyacinth. . ." He mewed simply turning his mismatched gaze to all of those there not saying a single word until he heard Radio speaking once more "Eh, who doesn't enjoy a good torture? I mean, I haven't laid a claw on any enemies just yet so I wouldn't know." And besides, if he did want to mess with any of their enemies then it would likely be the Exiles. He was still pissed at them for those times they had murdered him and took advantage of him.
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