Posts by littlepond

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  • S E R P E N T I N E ~Boa's character gallery~

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]It was a somewhat bleak evening when the jubilant canine trotted into the SunClan territory, her brown and pink fur bouncing around her lithe figure with every enthusiastic bound. She eventually slowed to a stop atop a small hill, her brown eyes glimmering with awe at the beautiful beach territory. It truly was a mystery how Wisteria got here, but she was there now. That's all that mattered.
    She swayed her tail idly as she waited to be approached, a big grin on her face and eyes wide with excitement.
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  • S E R P E N T I N E ~Boa's character gallery~

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]It was a somewhat bleak evening when the jubilant canine trotted into the SunClan territory, her brown and pink fur bouncing around her lithe figure with every enthusiastic bound. She eventually slowed to a stop atop a small hill, her brown eyes glimmering with awe at the beautiful beach territory. It truly was a mystery how Wisteria got here, but she was there now. That's all that mattered.
    She swayed her tail idly as she waited to be approached, a big grin on her face and eyes wide with excitement. As she waited, her ever active mine wandered. She reflected over the rough journey; hoping that it would be worth it to live here. Although there was still a twinge of anxiety in the canine's mind, she couldn't help but me optimistic.
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  • S E R P E N T I N E ~Boa's character gallery~

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]It was a somewhat bleak evening when the jubilant canine trotted into the SunClan territory, her brown and pink fur bouncing around her lithe figure with every enthusiastic bound. She eventually slowed to a stop atop a small hill, her brown eyes glimmering with awe at the beautiful beach territory. She had never really been one for the great outdoors, much preferring the solitude of her previous cabin home. It truly was a mystery why Wisteria chose to abandon everything except her clothes to switch to a clan lifestyle.
    She swayed her tail idly as she waited to be approached, a big grin on her face and eyes wide with excitement. As she waited, her ever active mine wandered. She reflected over the rough journey; hoping that it would be worth it to live here. Although there was still a twinge of anxiety in the canine's mind, she couldn't help but be optimistic.
    "Howdy? Anybody there?" she called uncertainly, slightly amused by the way her naturally loud voice swept over the flat beach.
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  • S E R P E N T I N E ~Boa's character gallery~

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]It was a somewhat bleak evening when the jubilant canine trotted into the SunClan territory, her brown and pink fur bouncing around her lithe figure with every enthusiastic bound. She eventually slowed to a stop atop a small hill, her brown eyes glimmering with awe at the beautiful beach territory. She had never really been one for the great outdoors, much preferring the solitude of her previous cabin home. It truly was a mystery why Wisteria chose to abandon everything except her clothes to switch to a clan lifestyle.
    She swayed her tail idly as she waited to be approached, a big grin on her face and eyes wide with excitement. She was glad there were houses. The wolf couldn't imagine another night sleeping outside with the gross mud and gross bugs. As she waited, her ever active mine wandered. She reflected over the rough journey; hoping that it would be worth it to live here. Although there was still a twinge of anxiety in the canine's mind, she couldn't help but be optimistic.
    "Howdy? Anybody there?" she called uncertainly, slightly amused by the way her naturally loud voice swept over the flat beach.
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  • S E R P E N T I N E ~Boa's character gallery~

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]It was a somewhat bleak evening when the jubilant canine trotted into the SunClan territory, her brown and pink fur bouncing around her lithe figure with every enthusiastic bound. She eventually slowed to a stop atop a small hill, her brown eyes glimmering with awe at the beautiful beach territory. She had never really been one for the great outdoors, much preferring the solitude of her previous cabin home. It truly was a mystery why Wisteria chose to abandon everything to switch to a clan lifestyle.
    She swayed her tail idly as she waited to be approached, a big grin on her face and eyes wide with excitement. She was glad there were houses. The wolf couldn't imagine another night sleeping outside with the gross mud and gross bugs. As she waited, her ever active mine wandered. She reflected over the rough journey; hoping that it would be worth it to live here. Although there was still a twinge of anxiety in the canine's mind, she couldn't help but be optimistic.
    "Howdy? Anybody there?" she called uncertainly, slightly amused by the way her naturally loud voice swept over the flat beach.
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  • IF THE STARS WERE MADE TO WORSHIP SO WILL I // o, intro

    Littlepond had been dozing off in the nursery. She was always tired nowadays as her kits were growing up and becoming more energetic. The she-cat had been spending long days doting over her recent litter while her mate was out hunting or doing patrols. Raising the perfect family was a heavy weight on the shoulders of the mother, who knew she had to get these children to grow up into fine warriors. It almost seemed impossible at times, but it was always the faith in StarClan that kept her going. StarClan, and the hope that one day she'd reconcile with her husband and have their love blossom once again. Oh how she missed those times. She ached for the intense fire of passion that lit up the spark between them during those midnight meetings at the border. Her dreams reflected this wistfulness. She wanted nothing more than than to have the family she had grown up wishing for.


    However, something roused the sleeping tabby queen from her sleep. The voice of many cats crowded outside the den wormed its way into her dreams and slowly brought her back to reality. The sleepy fog that encompassed her barely-awake state blocked out specific words. Well, almost. One word stood out among the garbled mess of speech that was came from outside the den. That word was Miraclekit. The moment her daughter's name registered in her brain, her bright amber eyes fluttered open and she leapt to her feet. She made it to the exit of the cozy den in almost one stride, careful not to step on any of her other kits in the process. The she-cat burst out of the nursery, fear glittering in her eyes.


    "Where's Miraclekit? What happened to-" Littlepond cut herself off as she saw her daughter safe amongst the small crowd of cats. A relieved gasp escaped her mouth and she immediately leaned down to touch her nose to her kit's forehead. She stayed silent for a few moments before speaking once again, "you can't leave the den alone, little one! Mama was sleeping! Oh please don't do that again- you could've gotten hurt!" The queen lifted her head and regained her composure, taking a few deep breaths before turning her attention to the cats around them. "Thank you all for looking out for her, I..." She trailed off as she noticed her mate was one of the cats in this group. She could see the exhaustion in the weary tom's eyes and forced a sympathetic smile onto her face. She had been faking emotions for so long it just came naturally to her. "Darling, why don't you sleep in the nursery tonight with me and the kits? I'm sure they'd love your company." Whenever she offered this, it usually meant that she knew he was stressed. She didn't want to let her clanmates know about her husband's disorders. After all, they were the perfect family.


  • AINT NO TELLIN' MAMA // o, weakness

    Littlepond had left her mate in charge of the kits in hopes of getting a little bit of time alone. That, however, didn't seem like it would be happening when the crumpled body of a kit came into view. The she-cat bounded over to the figure, leaning down to check for breathing. Luckily, the kit appeared to be conscious. She hadn't ever been close to Beekit during her time in the nursery, but that didn't matter at the moment. The only thing she knew about the kitten was that he had lost someone close to him. She didn't leave the nursery often enough to get close to the cat who had passed. She didn't pay any attention to any kit that wasn't in her family, so she was shocked when she saw the young cat in this state. She hadn't seen him deteriorating. "Oh darling! Are you alright?!" She mewed, placing a paw on his back. Her concern doubled when she realized she could feel his spine jutting out from his form. "StarClan's sake, you need a medicine cat!" That last statement wasn't much in concern for the kitten's wellbeing, but rather the wellbeing of her own children. What if this cat was sick, and it spread to her kits?