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Littlebloom padded over, the sound of her brother and a large group of SkyClanners talking, drawing her attention. A patrol for a new camp? Hopefully the journey wouldn't be too long, and they wouldn't go too far. Traveling a long distance would be difficult for the she-cat. She turned in the direction she thought her brother was, offering Stonejaw a weak smile and a nod. Always so stubborn, wasn't he?
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The petite she-cat padded over anxiously, listening and smelling carefully as she waited for Stonejaw's approach. Littlebloom could only assume that he was going as well. Or maybe he's staying to watch over camp? The feline shook her head, taking a deep breath. He would be fine. Stonejaw was strong; he would be fine, no matter what was thrown his way. She, on the other hand, was staying in camp. The blind female was quite useless when it came to battles; especially not in their own territory. Yet if someone were attacking their camp, she would fight to the death. She knew their camp and territory well, which gave her somewhat of an advantage.
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Littlebloom had been scouting their ashen territory for any bodies or remnants of prey, when the sound of Foxdancer's voice reached her ears. She wasn't too far away from the other female, being at the edge of where the ashes met the remaining forest. The little she-cat followed Foxdancer's scent, coming to a halt when she felt she was about a meter away from her. That was when another scent hit her nostrils; loner.The domestic cat quickly surveyed her surroundings by making a few clicking sounds to "see" the height and size of the loner in front of them. They appeared little in her mind; only apprentice-aged, unless they were really short and disproportioned for an older age. "They are only apprentice-aged, yes? There is no need to be so hostile. Besides, they smell like a loner. Loners don't know how to fight well," Littlebloom meowed, before turning to the stranger and offering them a smile. "What can we do for you, dear?" She purred.
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rank? warrior
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*tumbles in*
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lmao littlebloom could have the affair
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Neritekit? What's a nerite? Their father must have been quite the adventurer for such a unique name.
Perhaps she had miscalculated, and the feline that stood in front of her was only kit-aged; not apprentice-aged. He was quite skinny according to what she heard using her clicks, anyways. The grooves in his ribs had given it away. "Well, welcome to SkyClan then! We would never deny a kit such as yourself," Littlebloom chimed with a little, happy flick of her tail. "Let's go get you some food back at camp," She added in, her worry over the kitten's malnourishment hitting her again.
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anytime daddy o;&& the drama is going to be intense holyyy
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so i need some fullbody art of this gall
description in the spoiler belowIN RETURN
i will do as many of these as u want
https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2474036.0
(ofc it will be free - that's just a pile all my examples xD)
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Almost immediately after she spoke, Foxdancer retaliated. She knew that the warrior was fierce, and easily agitated, but she had never been in the crossfire of her harshness. Littlebloom flinched; she crouched down as fear flashed through her, ears now pinned to her skull, and her tail tucked between her legs. "B-but... the kit is in pain! Th-they are way too skinny... I th-think... We aren't supposed to n-neglect kits i-in pain," The petite feline whispered.
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Littlebloom stood down at this point, feeling defeated. The Warrior Code didn't say anything about not neglecting apprentices in distress, did it? The she-cat sighed, taking a few steps away from Foxdancer. When she was angry, there wasn't much to do but wait for her to calm down by herself. "I'll go try to find one of them," She meowed quietly in defeat before rushing off.
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even more drama yess yes yes
hopefully skyclan doesn't end up being an incest clan
but at the rate we're going idk anymore
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littlebloom is officially scarredfordearlife
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maybe an interaction thread and see how it goes?
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"S-sorry!" She squeaked, hearing Thrushstar right in front of her. At least I didn't bump into her. "There's an apprentice-aged loner at the border. They're pretty skinny and weak. Her name is Neritekit. They said their dad was a SkyClan warrior," Littlebloom explained hastily, growing impatient. "Follow me," She meowed, racing back to Foxdancer and Neritekit.
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Littlebloom had noticed... something going on between her sister and Thrushstar. Perhaps it was just her imagination, or all the stress recently; but she thought it was something more. They seemed different around each other - maybe more tense, or maybe even more relaxed. She couldn't tell exactly. The she-cat was good with hearing and smelling, yet she wasn't particularly the best at sensing others' emotions. Maybe if she could see their facial expressions, that would tell more.The petite feline approached Thrushstar's den, tail flicking back and forth anxiously. "Thrushstar? Can we t-talk?" She meowed, shuffling her paws as her anxiety grew worse. Maybe it's nothing. It's probably nothing. Everything will be alright, Littlebloom. Talking to herself helped sometimes; this time it was no different.
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Maybe scared? Pose doesn't really matter to me (;
And what would you like?
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[IC]
Mostly likely to become leader: Stonejaw
Most likely to be exiled: Sootstorm
Most likely to fall out of a tree: Featherpaw
Most likely to chase people with mistletoe: Mothdust
Most likely to decorate all the trees in the territory: Thrushstar
Most likely to hoard all the babies: Meadowsong
Most likely to kill someone: Sootstorm
Most likely to steal santa's sleigh: Sootstorm
Best Sneeze: Mothdust (dust hahaaai'mhilarious)
Most likely to crash on your couch: Nightstream
Most likely to sleep during a gathering/meeting: Caramel
Best Mom Friend™ : Mothdust
Most likely to be sorted into slytherin: Sootstorm
Most likely to have presents for every other clan: Littlepaw
Most likely to pee on bloodclan's territory: Sootstorm
Most likely to scream if they were put under the mistletoe: Thrushstar
Most likely to ambush people with christmas decorations: Wolfkit
Most likely to get in trouble for assaulting people with christmas decorations + mistletoe: Wolfkit
Most likely to end up on the naughty list: Sootstorm
Most likely to end up on the nice list: Mothdust
Most likely to not recieve any gifts: Foxdancer
Most likely to be the grinch: Sootstorm
Most likely to set a fire on New Years': Foxdancer
Most likely to get drunk on eggnog and fite someone: Foxdancer
Most likely to get hypothermia from playing in the snow too much: Caramel
Most likely to build the best snowman: CherrypawBest Canon Ship:
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Most Festive Roleplayer:
Craziest Roleplayer:
Most Hardcore Shipper:
Best Plotter: Wafture (daddyyy)
Cutest Roleplayer:
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Littlebloom bit her lip as Thrushstar approached, trying to keep her cool. "Well, I've noticed you've been acting a bit... w-weird lately, especially around my brother. Is e-everything alright?" The feline inquired, offering the leader a weak smile. She had also noticed a slight increase of appetite in Thrushstar, yet she wouldn't dare mention that. Could she be pregnant?
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