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  • clan recs?

    [size=8]so since ive been waiting for the whole site change before i made this character, yall got any clan recs?? im up for legit any group lol

    FIGHTER OF THE NIGHTMAN ;; updated 1/15
    FIGHTER OF THE NIGHTMAN ;; updated 1/15


  • DAYMAN ;; open, joining

    charlie had no clue where he was. er, well, he did, but he sure as hell didn't like it. he was in a forest. a quite tropical one, but it wasn't philadelphia, so it was pretty shit. first off, there wasn't any community. there were... trees. but that wasn't a community. he didn't have a pub to do charlie work in, he didn't have any spray paint to get high on, and he was in a oh shit was that a coastline? cool!
    ...so it wasn't exactly a good coastline. it was a cliff, really, and he couldn't see his reflection to see what a hot bod he had. he'd been feeling weird, anyways, like he was walking weirdly. or everything was bigger. whatever, he didn't care. how could he care? he was probably gonna die, unless he could forage for food or something neat like that. he kept walking for a while, trying hard to think up how he could do that. maybe, uh... catch some rats! yeah, then kill them and eat them. great idea, definitely, he did it. now he just had to find some of those rats wait that was a town in the distance. holy shit it was.
    freedom! america! hell yeah, bitches! charlie picked his pace up from what was a nice jaunt, unaware that he was strolling through sunclan's territory.""

    FIGHTER OF THE NIGHTMAN ;; updated 1/15
    FIGHTER OF THE NIGHTMAN ;; updated 1/15


  • DAYMAN ;; open, joining

    //ahh apologies!! just deleted a piece of the code hope this works aha
    charlie looked blankly at the samoyed for a few moments. "well, you're big," he spoke quickly. did the dog just talk? holy shit! that was, like, insane. and sunclan? the hell was that? alright, whatever, it didn't matter. he would just... take this as fact. because what else was there to do? starve. die. other unpleasant things that he didn't wanna think about.
    "yeah, uh, i guess i am. lost, i mean. the fuck's a sunclan?" trying to think through "sunclan" was just not gonna happen that day. he was, honestly, more concerned with the size of that thing. like, wow, that good boy was also a big boy.

    FIGHTER OF THE NIGHTMAN ;; updated 1/15
    FIGHTER OF THE NIGHTMAN ;; updated 1/15


  • DAYMAN ;; open, joining

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    more big animals? huh. did that one have, like, three tails? that wasn't natural. that was fucked up. "big gathering, rules, leaders, yeah.." charlie echoed, trying to make sense of it. yeah, he must be high or having a dream. both? probably. but then, human society? "oh, so this is like, like philly, but in hawaii or somethin'? alright, yeah, that makes sense." it did make sense, kinda. just... animal philly, that was simple enough.
    "i'm, uh, charlie, by the way." the three tailed one seemed to be wanting his name, charlie was pretty sure. were they expecting... more of him? like, he was cool with big-ass animals, but did they want more from him? or, wait wait wait, was he just a tiny guy now? huh. maybe that was why he felt weird.

    FIGHTER OF THE NIGHTMAN ;; updated 1/15


  • NO INSPIRATION [joining]

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    charlie still wasn't completely sure about this whole clan thing. he didn't get it, really, but what could he do? nothing. so he stayed. and by stayed he meant walked around the territory aimlessly, humming songs with lyrics about spiders and ghouls.
    so, when he saw a dog trying to...drown something... he decided that he should probably do something about that. "hey, woah, woah! don't fuckin' do that, man, that's fucked up!" charlie yelled, rushing over to push the dog away from the runt. if he was any less empathetic, he probably wouldn't have helped out. but he had a heart, at least.

    FIGHTER OF THE NIGHTMAN ;; updated 1/15


  • ROCK FLAG AND EAGLE ;; open, joining

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    charlie had no clue where he was. it wasn't nice to admit that to himself, but it was... it wasn't necessary, actually, he shouldn't have done that to himself. he was in some dumbass forest, which sucked, because it wasn't philly and therefore wasn't worth his thought processes. or something like that. was he even in america? he felt weird. maybe it was something about the way he was walking? yeah, something like that, he guessed. he was probably having a dream while high, yeah, that sounded about right.
    if only that explained why his brain was craving, like, glue or spray paint or something. nose clams? probably not. actually, no, he was never addicted to that, he couldn't possibly ever want it! maybe he was... homesick! yeah, that was about right. hm, no. he was hungry. what was he gonna do about that, kill a rat and eat it? not with his bare hands he wouldn't, he needed a rat basher for that kind of charlie work. god, but then he'd starve, alone in the woods, without anyone to be around him.
    the cat was walking aimlessly around thunderclan territory, looking quite obviously clueless of his surroundings.

    FIGHTER OF THE NIGHTMAN ;; updated 1/15