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Greyson scooted back even more as he saw the intruder stumble back. He'd dropped the remaining part of the lamp now, the broken glass of the bulb scattered around the floor precariously. He frantically looked around the room only to find that it was still dark. He couldn't see where he had landed until the lights suddenly flickered on.
He was a little glad that he'd managed to incapacitate the supposed fiend. He'd expected to be the one himself, stumbling and getting hit with something. Hearing the person yell gibberish, he assumed that maybe this guy either was from another country, or one of those weirdos on bath salts he'd heard about on TV.
Greyson looked to the intruder, first glancing at their legs drawn to their body. He'd seen some blood drip to the floor. He hoped he didn't hit him hard enough to be arrested himself. He considered it would probably be self defense in court, but he had bigger problems right now. He looked at see the face of the guy. He would need to be able to identify him to the police.
His face is covered, damn, he thought to himself. He hoped the doors were at least locked so he couldn't get back out. Greyson stumbled back to his feet, keeping a stance suited for either running away, or hitting the guy again. As he kept staring, he noticed the amount of blood he'd drawn from the guy. He also noticed the weird cat-like ears the guy spouted from his head. He must be on bath salts to be wearing something like that... [color=#f48042]"I'm sorry...no, no I'm not! I'm calling the police, you weirdo!"
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i'm ready!
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"Yeah!" He beamed. [color=#f48042]"I could never do anything like this."
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[color=#f48042]"You didn't have to pay..." Lucia waved her hand at Serena. Even though she said this, she would probably only have enough for her own meal. She stood along with her, following her out of the dinner and into the car.
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Polara's smile only widened, but her face showed a bit of a redness to it. [color=#f48042]"Well thank you, though I wasn't really expecting an answer like that. I think you're pretty cute, too."
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Thank you so much!
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// I may make more!

FEATHERMANE
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CURRENT NAME Feathermane
past name(s) - Featherkit, Featherpaw
future name(s) - .
NAME ORGIN & MEANING The fur around his head resembles a lion's mane, but his fur causes the mane to look feathered.
NICKNAME(S) None
GENDER Male
gender identity: Masculine
preferred pronouns: He/Him
AGE 36 Moons
birth date: Sometime in December
ALLIANCE PineClan
RANK Warrior
TOTEM Porcupine
BRIEF WRITTEN DESCRIPTION Feathermane is a rather large tom with large paws. His fur's base color is a light gray, while black stipes criss-cross throughout it. The lion-like fur around his mane is a stark white, a contrast from the other colors in his fur. His eyes are a piercing golden color.
HAIR TYPE Straight and silky.
fur length: Short, until getting to his mane, which is long.
fur color: Gray, black, and white.
EYE COLOR Golden
PERSONAL ITEMS .
SCARS .
POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS Calm, Assertive, Truthful, Reliable
NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS Critical, Solemn, Skeptical, Strict
BRIEF PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION Feathermane is a calm, collected tom. It takes a lot to make him flinch at anything, let alone danger. Some find him a bit cold, since he is often blunt. It isn't easy to gain his trust, as he questions just about everything he's told.
HISTORY Feathermane was born and raised in the clan. As a kit, he was always asking questions, to the annoyance of his mother and the other Queens. Unfortunately, his father was killed by a terrible bout of Greencough before he was born. Since then, he has shown a great ability for hunting.
birthplace: PineClan
parents: Swiftclaw (deceased), Coalflower
siblings: None
other kin: Unknown
SEXUALITY Bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single
LOVE INTEREST(S) None yet
MATE None
TURN ONS Bluntness, Fighting abilities
TURN OFFS Weakness, passiveness
THEME SONG(S) (( may think of some later, lol ))
PLOT IDEAS .
OTHERPurple!!★ ★ ★

Leafeye
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CURRENT NAME Leafeye
past name(s) Angelica, Leafpaw
future name(s) .
NAME ORGIN & MEANING Her coat is dappled.
NICKNAME(S) .
GENDER Female
gender identity: Feminine
preferred pronouns: She/her
AGE 20 Moons
birth date: Sometime in August
ALLIANCE PineClan
RANK Medicine Cat
TOTEM Eagle
BRIEF WRITTEN DESCRIPTION Leafeye is a skinny She-cat with a lithe disposition. She is quite light on her feet with small paws. Her coat is a white color with patches of grey and tan all over it. Her eyes are an inviting lime green.
HAIR TYPE Short and straight.
fur length: Short
fur color: White, gray, tan
EYE COLOR Green
PERSONAL ITEMS A Pink kittypet collar.
SCARS The tip of her tail iis missing.
POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS Creative, Happy, Sense of Humor, Knowledgeable
NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS Unconcerned, Mildly Manipulative, Tricky, Cunning
BRIEF PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION Dappleeye is trickster. She has a love for humorous and frequently jokes around with others, although she has never taken it too far. She loves to play with kits, but does not wish for some of her own. She feels that she has a great connection to the ancestors and is meant for something great.
HISTORY Dappleeye was born as Angelica the kittypet. She was born on a farm not too far from the forest PineClan resides in. Given this name and a colar, she was raised to be sold as a pet to Two-legs. One day as a kit, she managed to wander away from the farm and her family, seeking adventure. Instead of adventure, she recieved an attack from a Hawk who had grabbed onto her. He'd managaed to beat her up quite badly, causing her tail to be injured, but she'd gotten away before anything too serious happened. As she laid in forest, thinking she was dying, she was found by PineClan's former medicine cat. She was practically raised by them, and became their apprentice, eventually becoming the medicine cat of PineClan.
birthplace: Two-leg den
parents: Unknown
siblings: Unknown
other kin: Unknown
SEXUALITY Straight
RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single
LOVE INTEREST(S) None
MATE None
TURN ONS Sense of Humor, Strength
TURN OFFS Seriousness, Parent-like behavior
THEME SONG(S) (( I'll think of one later maybe ))
PLOT IDEAS .
OTHER .★ ★ ★
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Alright! Would you like to start, or should I?
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[color=#f48042]"I wouldn't mind that at all." Joshua smiled, a bit, but blushed slightly at being alone with Grayson.
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Lucia contented herself with looking out the window as they drove. She was slightly excited, but also a bit nervous at being able to see certain parts of Serena's life.
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TIBERIUS
Tiberius had closed his eyes to rest a bit. He felt no actual threat here, as in this part of the forest, he was possibly the only real predator, as dragons were very rare; some even believed them to be myths. His tail swayed a bit contently. After a minute, he'd heard a startling ringing in his ears. His ears swiveled around to hear where the sound was coming from. It seemed to be from the place he'd smelled that curious scent from. Curiosity getting the best of him, he jumped from his perch on the flat rock and went to investigate. He was surprised when he laid his eyes upon a centaur. Deer-centaur must be common in this part. So far, he'd only seen a caribou-centaur in his mountains. This one seemed to have the body of a deer. But, alas, the centaur was not part of his diet.EMBER
Ember, noticing her enthusiasm, he swayed his tail in excitement. He hadn't raced since he was a pup-kit, and even then, he'd only done so with his siblings. He raised his hindquarters in the air, his tail also pointing upwards. He wiggled a bit, signalling his playful nature. [color=#f48042]"Fine then, little fox, pick a tree, and I'll beat you on it!" -
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Polara giggled at Mira's flustered response. It was just what she'd hoped for. As the waitress sat down their food, she thanked her. She tried not to wrinkle her nose at the food, but failed. She picked at it a bit before take small bites. It wasn't as bad as she though it was going to be, but was strange nonetheless.
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The blush went farther up his face to his ears. Joshua seemed to like him well enough, but he wondered how Grayson felt. He looked down at his food but didn't answer.
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@taehyung. I love that! He would be so grateful to have someone to cook with ^^
I'll make one tomorrow possibly!
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// sure! (I can write longer than this, lol I write about the same as the person I'm rping with)
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Ietaka had never been this hungry in his life. He'd been abandoned, for sure, but he'd managed to find at least scraps to feed from. But now, it seemed, he couldn't find anything. He stalked quietly around the village of Tsurui in the dead of night, careful not to bump into anything as walked. In his fox form, he was nearly invisible to the few mortals he walked past, some going into establishments where they would drown themselves in alcohol and forget their worries. Where as drunkards were easily latched onto, they would frequently pass out on the side of the road. He didn't want to get stuck there, either. He preferred someone with money; more money, more food. Ietaka sniffed around the ground, still searching.
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Greyson squinted at the man's features. He first noticed his skin was a strange color, and that the ears moved slightly as he talked. The guy's nose was strange too. Was this some kind of deformity? He stared for a long while at the guy, noticing so much of his strange look. He was so busy concentrating on that, that he'd lowed his guard. He inched closer and bent down to get a better look.
The notice of just how much blood he'd caused to leak from the intruder's head startled him. He didn't want to kill the guy. He just wanted to scare him away from his home. He had no choice but to help him. He slowly careened over, his guard back up. The first aid kit was in the upstairs bathroom. Greyson figured he'd have to escort the guy there, lest he try something funny.
[color=#f48042]"Do you...do you have any weapons?" He asked. He wanted to help, but he knew he should still be cautious.

