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pests. unnecessary. bloodthirsty. those a were all words heather could think of what she thought of bloodclan. so she mused she should call them mosquitoclan, because they were just like mosquitoes. the lowest of the cats. the worst.
so when the hefty femme detected taboa and rosemary's scent from afar, she couldn't help but to whip her head up from what she was doing, teeth bared. she knew that scent from when she was a stray rogue, and goddamn did she hate it.
her sleek, bulky form pushed through the ferns and reeds as her green eyes lay upon the scum that she had seen; toting their spiked collars. she, however, was not a cat who liked to pick fights with flies, and instead sat down quietly next to owldapple, not sure what was going on, but sensing unease and tension in the air. like a fight about to spark.
[spoiler=tags 3.9.16]
SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING -
★ heatherpounce | heathy
★ 36 moons | ages at rper's discretion
★ cisgender female | she her
★ panromantic pansexual | no crushes
★ maple [npc] x ixion [npc] | gen 2
★ sister to owldapple
★ trad riverclan warrior | former rogue/kittypet
I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET -
★ is a big boofy teddy bear
A LOADED GOD COMPLEX -
★ domestic feline [70%] | ref: pending
- a fawn tortoiseshell with extremely long, silky fur. has gigantism, making her taller than the average cat. her eyes are a wide green color. she is a bulky, strongly-built femme.
[color=#DDA0DD]COCK IT AND PULL IT -
★ semi-hard physical, medium mental
★ attack in hot pink
★ can powerplay peaceful actions