Posts by Skaam B. Tisse

Skaam B.T.

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Skaam was absolutely horrible at games and mingling, but they had been in the area, enjoying nature as they went. Slowly, the plopped down on the ground, yawning and trying to make themselves take up as least space as possible.

Skaam B.T.

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What were they, really? Just an empty shell, trying to help the best as it could. That's what they thought of their self, and they wouldn't help their self by going along on this border patrol. They couldn't afford to, right? Of course they could. They would get their self a personality, preferably a new one, back soon. What came first was helping as they could. Skaam limped sheepishly over to the group accumulating as more people decided to go with Luna. "I'm coming, if you don't min...d...." They looked at their paws timidly.

Skaam B.T.

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They couldn't help but admit they felt extremely bad for this WindClanner, but it wasn't any of their business here. They had decided long ago no one would listen to their complaints, and what had they expected in ShadowClan of all places? Well, a healer had helped them in their time in need, so they had come here to say hi; but it seems like that was too far in the past. They watched, emotion leaving them, as if it had evaporated. They just tiredly lay their head on their muscular paws. What were they thinking? They didn't care at all for this Windclanner, they didn't know each other, and they probably would never interact. Probably... they averted their gaze guiltily.

Skaam B.T.

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Would that, perhaps, count as a pawshake? The dog took the kits paw into their own and weirdly shook out, as all animals do. "Well, Marblekit, don't worry about me giving you bad vibes." They promised.

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Skaam waltzed over, smiling. "I'll help you, Shakepaw." They said quietly, but pleasantly all of the same. They glanced at the pots with interest. "Are you starting a garden?" The dog asked the other, momentarily sitting down.

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They were glad Purah was back, and they listened to the announcements emotionlessly, not even offering to help, as they were lost in thought.

// a evil bad villlain guy purah might used to have known possesses her and spooky stuff happens????? and maybe an epidemic of some sorts?

Skaam B.T.

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// i have since lost all muse with skaam, so instead of killing them permanently, im giving them a newish personality, and i'll be making a plot with- thing later lol. they're coming back really soon, monday, i swear!!! i'll have this big thing ready by then haha

It had been a long time since they had last smiled, or had even had thought to smile.

Water dripped down their long, pointed muzzle and their short-furred body as they limped away from whatever was chasing them. Lightning was their only light source, the only thing to guide them as their ears were deafened by the sounds of the thunder and their sense of smell could only pick up one thing through the rain; blood, and fear. It came from them, and something else was coming from the beast behind them. Careful not to trip on any branches, they ran as fast as their paws could carry them. On they way, they had snagged a claw, but it did not matter to them. They couldn't exactly run-limp far enough in enough time, and the 4-eyed beast tripped then by their tail. Blood splattered, mixed with mud as the giant figure began savaging their body. They couldn't whimper in pain, because they felt no pain. They were already blacked out.

They said if you died in a dream, you died in real life. If you didn't wake up before you fell, you died in real life. They had assumed it was superstition, but their unharmed body stopped breathing in the middle of the night.