Posts by GIGGLES

[align=center][justify][size=7pt][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: ; font-size: 12px; width: 300px;;][justify]✗ The famous Rick Grimes. Both Spook and Doomspaw knew of the brute that sat before them. Spook knew him from when he roleplayed Clowncorpse within The Exiles. Doom knew him because it was hard not to know the ruler of a big group of *sshats. Well, ex-ruler.

"Aye, names' Doomspaw. Doomspaw Xerxes." The scarred serval would speak apon arrival, offering a small and entirely fake smile to pass across his lips. "You new?" He decided to play the dumb card, choosing to allow the tiger believe he had no idea who he was.
[hr][spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL: [biography]
▪ Doomspaw Xerxes
▪ Male (They/Them, He/Him)
▪ 11 moons (ages every 50 posts)

APPEARANCE:
✗ SERVAL | huge, golden furred serval with black ram horns. eyes are a solid black. covered in fresh scars, and the left side of his face was ripped away in battle. (currently covered in bandages)
— tears, blood, & saliva are black
✗ JABBERWOCKY | [REF 1] | large, thin black dragoniod beast. crimson red eyes with tiny red pupils. has four legs and a set of large, leathery wings that are mostly used for balance rather than flying. electric elemental. breaths powerful bolts of electricity rather than flames.
— tears, blood, & saliva are purple

MENTAL: [heartchart]
stubborn | cautious | outgoing | nosey | aggressive | tempermental | kill and ask questions later mindset | gets attached too easily | strong believer in revenge

INTERACTION/OTHER: [plotting]
▪ Nighttales x NPC
▪ Panromantic, Pansexual
▪ Always open to litters
▪ Attack in bold & underline #ffddbb
▪ Powerplay passive/minor actions

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Big dreams for a tiny kitten." Spoke a deep voice. The heavily scarred tom lay in the shadows near the cave wall, the minimal sunlight that filtered through the massive hole in the cieling relecting off his p*ss yellow orbs, making them glow. Roguewolf found this kit to be rather... curious. Though, all in-born clancats were odd to the ex-BloodClanner. But, they where now his family, and he had to respect their ways.

Raking his dogtooth enforced claws across the smooth, worn stone, the furrless warrior rose to his paws and approached Hornetkit. "Who are you kid?" His raspy voice would inquire as he leaned down slightly.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"If the rain pours heavily for long enough, the river will overflow and flood camp." Roguewolf stated grumpily as he clambered into view. Unlike his dashing clanmates, the warrior lacked fur, causing his fleshy body to shiver violently against the cold tears the sky produced. Mustiple curses left his tongue as the dark sphynx stood off behind the gathered DarkClanners, large ears rubbing against his square cranium.

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Roguewolf." The sphynx would state in reply to the childs inquiry. His sharp oculars flickered cautiously to Quinn, studying her for a moment before concluding that she was indeed the abitious f*ckers mother. She was, rather young? Atleast to be a mother anyway. The dark tom flicked his ratlike tail before backing up a few cautious steps. He rather disliked hormonal queens who suffocated their children, but the female before him seemed lightly more lax.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"We were all kits once." Roguewolf would state, half to himself. The muscular tom lumbered over to the gathered, sun hued oculars blinking as they focused on Pipet. Had they met before? The sphynx doubted it. He was still fresh from BloodClans ranks, their scent still even lingered on his coal grey skin.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Should there be a patrol to go to the church?" Called the dark tom as he approached, ears pushed forward intently. "With the colder seasons comes sickness, so i figure it'll be best to stock up on medicine before the plants die." Roguewolf suggested. Jeeze, he was never his eager to help anyone. Whiskers twitching, the warrior gazed up at the yet-offical leader that stood before them, apprehensive.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify] The comments against kittypets were slightly insulting. But hey, these were clan cats, what did he expect? His past life was rather embarassing either way. Knit sweaters and rabbit sh*t food. Not exactly a Kim Kardashian lifestyle (not that they knew who that was anyway). It was like paradise when he escaped and became a BloodClanner. Either way, Roguewolf brushed off their words effortlessly as he lumbered forward. "I'll fade too."

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: none; width: 350px; margin-top: 2px;][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]▼ The large white cougress wondered over now, intrigued by the event that seemed to take place. Though, she felt rather challenged when she came to find that the only person she knew so far was Ferdinand. She remembered him in both ScarClan and BloodClan. Leonardo, previously known to her by Il Morto, appeared to be releated to the ex-flying monkey—apparent by their much in need of Dr.Phil bickering. "Alright p-sshats. You two argue like two old men over the last viagra." Saltedwounds stated with a flick of her long tail. A small smirk spread across her fleshy pink lips as the albino proceeded to seat herself just behind Kisa. "So, dollface..." She began. "Your name is Kasey? No, wait—Kisa. Your that shy little f-cker that stands quietly in the corner and learns everyones deepest secrets. With the amount of beef you have on everyone, you can probably tear this clan down from the inside out if you wanted. Despite your weakling appearance, your probably a boss *ss bitch who goes out at night and slaughters her foes with a insanist grin on your chubby little face." A small giggle left the female as she concluded her completely made up introduction. It was fun. Salted shot a playful wink towards Kisa, hoping to get a laugh out of her as well.

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yoooo, spookers here. so—sh*t—um i joined the site back in like 2011-2012 and roleplayed like a f*cking noob. i changed usernames like every hour, and most of my posts consisted of less than a sentence. i eventually forgot the password to that account at the beginning of this year and couldnt even remember the email i used to create it—so i ditched the site all together only to come back four months later w/ this new account. in most of my time roleplaying in the main game, i spent it roleplaying here in scarclan. zepheous, grymmothy, vic, crowley, toast, xonos, waffles, candyfangs/candycorpse/abbadon/california/headlock. im on my last year in school and im doing pretty good for myself. im the varsity football quarterback, varsity basketball captian, varsity track captian, and im a runner up for valedictorian. so i get pretty busy in life. haha... but—er, ya. thats spook in a nutshell. (oh and yez, das me as my main account picture) and i also work, so thats also a cockblocker for activity.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: none; width: 350px; margin-top: 2px;][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]▼ [color=#ff8888]"Aye, y'all wasnt about to go human hunting without me—right!?" Exclaimed Salted as she hurried forward, brow playfully furrowed. It seemed as if Ferdy was d*ckslapping everyone into their correct places, so the albino cougress stood paitently to see if he had a position or her. Humans were fun to toy with. Their screams were like music, and their odd language was like a puzzle. She found it especially satisfying that their soft flesh was so easy to rip into, like a turkey on thanksgiving.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: none; width: 350px; margin-top: 2px;][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]▼ Salted followed in right up Ferdy's *sscheeks, pale pink orbs eager to find the sorce of blood. Had someone been mangled? Decapitated? Skinned alive? She hoped for the latter. Squeezing past the fat striped f*ck, her excitement fell slighy at the sight of Il. "Someone sock you in the face buddyboy?" The cougress inquired with a small smirk, flicking her tail as she seated herself.

-applauds cray vigorously-

roles on in with this b*tchy b*tch

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: none; width: 350px; margin-top: 2px;][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]▼ The cougress walked over and listened intently, her long tail lashing out behind her. So this was another one of her many siblings. Fantastic. Lithiumkisses, was it? And mother, dear mother being her normal bitchy self? Dashing. "The old hag was probably p*ssed off that she couldnt find anyone to change her sh*tty diaper." Salted said quite jokingly. [color=#ff8888]"You know how she is, she wants everything done her way. Thats just mom." The albinist would add with a halfhearted smile as she seated herself next to her, er, nephiew? [color=#ff8888]"Saltedwounds, by the way... Another one of the plagues shot from Breakdances overproductive ovaries." She introduced.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: none; width: 350px; margin-top: 2px;][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]▼ The muscular felidae perked her ears at the cauterwauling that emmited from her fellow clanmates throat, fictional brows furrowing. "Who the f*ck stomped on his sandcastle..?" Saltedwounds muttered to herself as she pushed to her paws and lumbered over. Scowling, the albinist seated herself until he was quite done. "You done with your temper tantrum? Want some chocolate milk to sooth your blister worthy nerves?" The cougress inquired after a moment, lashing her tail closer to her side as she glared intintively at Leo.

SALTNIDA
f*cking makes me think its saltnado kms

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: none; width: 350px; margin-top: 2px;][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 305px; height: 115px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; height: 115px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; min-height: 115px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]▼ A smirk spread across the cougaress's jaws as Ferdy lunged forward towards the camper. "Yes sir daddy-oh!" Salted announced before following swiftly. Her pale pink orbs laid apon a female twoleg who took up the appearance of a sloth. Ugly creature she was. "Here dollface, lemme put you outta your misery deary." She mused as she lunged forward. But, the fleshy being had a surprise in store for her.

The human had witnessed the first couple of attacks and had armed themself with a small blade. So, when Saltedwounds leaped for her, the weapon was shoved into her soft belly. "YOU B*TCH She screeched angrily, wiggling and thrashing around until her long fangs met the womans throat and tore it from her body. 'F*ck that hurt.' The warrior thought bitterly as she stumbled away, ivory pelt stained crimson. That hoe stung like a mother...

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: none; width: 350px; margin-top: 2px;][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 305px; height: 115px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; height: 115px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; min-height: 115px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]▼ Saltedwounds nosed her way through the sagging sack of bones, in which reminded her of her mother alittle, until she found a reasonably sized vulture skull. "Dashing!" The white female exclaimed apon discovery, carefully taking it up in her jaws and placing it before her. Hmm... Pulling three strands of string from god knows where, Salt swiftly braided the trio together with her thumbless skills and laced it through the small ear holes just behind the eye sockets. Then, she proceeded in sticking feathers (who the f*ck knows where she got those either) into the braid so they stayed put. [color=#ff8888]"Voila! Someone wanna paint this hoe for me?"