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  • [+] Plot with Minnowripple of Trad. RiverClan?

    Oh geez xD
    I really think that DarkClan plot is cool, though; I was very tempted to make someone myself!
    I'd definitely be interested, though, to help you with that plot.
    Would you want a thread between them first to meet, or they could have their first meetup? Also, let me know when you'd want that litter. :d

  • where did you get that? (Human au)

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    Min exhaled quietly, examining the situation out of her peripherals, behind the counter of a nearby coffee shop. This was the best job she could get because of her arm, which currently had a brace around it, hidden under the long sleeves of her uniform. Her scars were also apparent, though, the ugly one just under her left eye, drawing down to her jawline often repelling people from shopping there. Her boss spoke to her about makeup, but the stuff irritated her. So yeah, everything was basically crashing down around her, and she wouldn't doubt that after today, she'd have no job; not exactly the best thing for a twenty year old with no skills. Maybe she could ask to work in the gym, since she was actually quite fit, but she had her doubts since she couldn't help others.
    Pale green eyes returning to the counter upfront of her, Minnie would draw back a strand of black hair. It wasn't dyed, but people continued to claim so. Oh well, right? She just ignored their comments and continued to smile; a small, faint upward curve of the corners of her pale lips, holding no warmth.



    { Wow, Minnie, you're so depressing. qvq }

  • i gotta keep myself [p : minnow] in check sometimes

    Minnowripple could really admire how the apprentice's long legs carried her smoothly over the terrain, but any further staring and people would probably have some questions for her. The warrior draws her gaze instead to where Shalas set her paws, the domestic following suit, having slight difficulties from the hitch in her shoulder. It was true that she wasn't the best hunting companion, but at least she was making an effort; she didn't want to have to retire as an elder early. She didn't want to be known as that stupid she-cat who just barely managed to pass as a warrior and who had to sit in the elder's den for the rest of her moons, without even as much as three battles on her shoulders. Her pale maw showed a frown at the thought, yellow eyes focused on the ground as she walked, keeping silent.

  • [—] TALK LESS, SMILE MORE | Bramblestorm [—]

    The joke wasn't all that funny, but she found herself laughing alongside him. Everything below the shoulders seemed to tense slightly as she tried to stay still, so she didn't ruin the moment. "Ah, I can relate to that; one morning, I could have sworn I woke up as a few clanmates' blanket." The female joked, her tufted ears flicking.

  • [+] Plot with Minnowripple of Trad. RiverClan?

    I'm literally so tempted. I have a Peterbald I wanted to make. qvq
    Though I have literally three active charries, a character on the side, and over four ideas I wanted to bring back because I miss them so much.
    RIP me.


    Alright, that sounds good to me! Who makes their meet up thread?
    Also, I'll try to make it after the RiverClan mass adopts since I had a litter I put her up for which nobody's really applied for lol.
    I'm
    very tempted to make that DC character again now hhhh.

  • WE REALLY DO (private, minnow)

    Minnowripple was nearby, though merely because she was starting to get irritated of hanging out in camp when she could exercise her leg. The blue tabby stretched, ribs pressing against her pelt when she did so, yellow eyes wandering by the time she straightened out. Her attention would land on Ryepaw. The scent coming off of the other reminded her a bit of Cobia's, so she naturally would assume they were related, making her way over. Hopefully the poor thing didn't get afraid of her scar-donned form. "Nice evening, isn't it?" She purred warmly. "My name's Minnowripple."

  • [—] I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT | Pansypaw [—]

    The tabby rested at the edge of camp, her eyes closed, enjoying the sounds of nature around her. After another second, her ear twitched- a subtle movement, the white tufts at the very tips of her ears shifting. Wolfish yellow eyes peeked open, the pupils slowly growing smaller as she lazily gazed about camp, wondering what to do. It's not like she had much motivation to do anything on her own, after all; at least, not while her leg was healing up again. A small exhale birthed a smokey cloud in the frigid air, her tail sweeping close to her flank again.



    @pansypaw.

  • [—] I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT | Pansypaw [—]

    { it is?? qvq Thank you so much! I was a bit rushed when I made the thread to be honest, and I wasn't sure what to have them do; sorry qvq }


    The scarred warrior looked up as soon as the other started to approach, offering a polite smile as the other asked her question. "Hm? Yeah, I'm Minnowripple." She purred softly in greeting. "Nice to meet you. Anything you need?"



  • WE REALLY DO (private, minnow)

    Minnowripple was quite the opposite when she was an apprentice, though that was mostly for personal reasons, such as the fact she couldn't get over her first mentor's death, and fear of not being able to catch up with everyone... but look at her now. She looked like one of the most battle-hardened warriors, although the majority of her scars was from when she was attacked by the leader of BloodClan at the time. "That's a nice name." The blue tabby purred softly, a small breeze catching her long fur and making it sway. Thankfully, she had gotten a bit used to the numbing chills of leaf bare. "Want to go out for a walk with me? We could probably hunt a bit, and check the border while we're at it, if you like."

  • [—] I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT | Pansypaw [—]

    The tabby shifted into a more comfortable position at this, muscles shivering under her long pelt as she would stretch a little. "Pansypaw? That's a nice name." Minnowripple purred, finishing her stretch and looking at the squirrel briefly. "Why don't you help me eat it? You've probably been hunting all morning, and a fine hunter deserves a good bite of their catch." Her warm smile remained on her maw as she kindly gazed at the other.