Posts by evelyn

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  • guide [updated 12/11]

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    [b]» Hi Cynder! Your character can be a disciple which is what a majority of the clan members are. If you stay active and are helpful in role playing then it is possible that your character can become a more important position even though all positions are important.

  • guide [updated 12/11]

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    [b]» That's fine. Every and all types of characters are welcome here! Enjoy your stay. You can either make joining thread or just act like Cynderpaw has been here for as long as you'd like ;)

  • *cue the premature christmas music* ; open / leaves

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    [b]» Paige was surprised by Chica finding her way between three and herself. She wasn't surprised because she separated the two, but because it was Chica. The dainty feline would roll herself in the direction of Chica, her face rather close to hers. It was a bit strange because Chica was a little itty bitty baby and here Paige was, probably close in size, but roughly twelve or so months old physically. she smiled slightly as a short burst of laughter emerged from her chest. [b]"for someone so small I was surprised of how high you got," Paige teased playfully while somewhat complimenting the darkly colored feline.


    After dealing with that situation, Paige would then shift positions to not be in such an intimate relations to Chica. Blue eyes found Tyler as she caught wind of his voice. Poor thing. Who's here? [b]"it's Chica, Three, and Paige." she would inform the child. [b]"not a fan of the leaves?" the femme would ask as she noticed him brushing at the leaves in what she assumed was to rid of them.

  • HE'S GOING FOR SPEED // open, note + invitation

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    [b]» A boot camp? How interesting. Paige studied the note, her gaze scanning over the words as she processed them. Bill Cipher. What a familiar name, though she couldn't quite put a paw on who or what he was. Next she would graze over the following sentence, hovering over the word alliance. Something that was often a positive item. It wasn't an awful idea to gain more alliances, especially if they would prove of use either now or in the future. The Sanctuary was small but growing, yet they were not enough to withstand some, if not all confrontations with enemy clans.


    Of course the small feline was not interested in sparring, mostly due to the fact that fighting was not her strong suit. She was a defensive fighter and did so accordingly. She may not participate but she might possibly observe just to watch and familiarize herself with tactics that would be presenting in the foundation's boot camp.