Posts by Gevaudan

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It tasted a little gross, the rat's pelt, but what could he do about it? He had to get it clean if he wanted to bring it around with him. After a few more licks, the angelihund would turn his head aside and spit out a few coarse hairs onto the sand. Of course, Phaedriel had been to absorbed in his work to notice his sibling observing from the bushes. The rodent required all his attention, who knew when it would want to try and escape? Hell, he even missed the amusing reaction and the soft patter of footsteps. It was only when she spoke that the silvery hued canine realized he wasn't along.

Now it was his turn to be shocked. The suddenness of her voice and tone caused Phaedriel to tense up as he whipped his head around to face the speaker. However, he recovered rather quickly since the newcomer turned out to be his sister. "I'm going to keep it," the child would announce in a rather matter-of-factly manner before turning his attention to the rat once more. Unfortunately for Phaedriel, the fat rodent had taken this chance to wriggle out from beneath his paw and had made a mad dash to get away, heading towards Kaliska's direction in an attempt to get inland. "Wait! Stop him!" The child would shout aloud and leap to his feet. He wasn't about to let his hard work to go to waste.
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omg i want in on the kid gang pls
/phaedriel is currently in Riverclan so there'll be no problem :^)

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Perhaps it was a bad idea to be outside for a walk this late. The sun had set a few hours ago, however the sands were still warm to the touch. This was Phaedriel's favorite time to wander. It was the perfect balance of heat and cold, comfortable. That's how he liked to live. Padding along the beach, the young angelihund carried his fat pet rat by the scruff. Phaedriel paused for a moment, breathing in the sea breeze and gazing into the curious murky waters. He wanted to explore the ocean depths but he'll have to learn how to swim first. He'll figure that another time. With a quiet hum, the child would go on his way once more, unknowingly wandering close to the borders of his home.
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holy shit dude im so sorry
literally got so busy in the past few days but i gotchu :^))))

Run through the city full of evil

shiet, sorry for the late reply
i guess to make things easier and to meet the whole fam, Phaedriel can come across the club house?

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/dade

Thankfully, his other sibling saved his and Kaliska's day. As his brown muzzled sister hit the ground, the bulky pup would race over to the trio and aim a hefty blow at the rat's head as punishment. "Don't do that again," the canine would snap sharply to the rodent as he leveled his face to the vicious creatures level. Again, the rat lashed out but thankfully he pulled his nose back in time.

Raising himself up, the child would finally answer his sibling's question. "I found it at the village, there's lots of stuff there you know?" Phaedriel would confide, keeping his tones rather low. As for Kathriel's concerns, he would shrug them off, "that's okay, I'm gonna keep him secret, Dad doesn't need to know." A secret pet, hell, anything to do with secrecy was just so fun wasn't it? He then turned to Kaliska, frowning while she lied on the sand. "You're gonna get sand fleas," the pale canine would state in a rather matter of factly manner, however he would also quickly add addressing both his siblings, "don't tell Dad okay? Please?"
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/your fancy post is 100% c': - yeah, that's totally fine, Phaedriel won't recognize Bravo after this :^)

He barely registered the fact that he was a member of this place. The kid only saw it as a shelter, that was all. He felt nothing for the wretched creatures who banded together and called themselves 'riverclanners'. He didn't like what he heard about the leader much after all. But that's beside the point. The angelihund had to take two glances at the shadowy form to realize that there was a creature there. But even when he did, Phaedriel made no move to run. He hadn't encountered the emotion of fear yet. And by that time, the canid could feel a strange searing sensation on his face. With a yip of pain, the young angelihund dropped the rat and peddled backwards away from the strange smoke. "What are you doing? What is that?" He would then demand as he increased the distance between the two. And off the rat scurried to god know's where. Though Phaedriel would be greatly annoyed on a daily basis if his rat escaped, the child was too preoccupied at the moment.
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track :^)

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He narrowed his eyes half in confusion and half in indignance. They had avoided his question and jumped straight to the scolding though the scolding didn't seem much. He was being mocked, wasn't he? It seemed like it to the boy. He hated that. Eyeing the strange mist and the creature at the center of it, the child would scoff, "and who made that dumb rule?" How were they supposed to have fun in camp? There was absolutely nothing to do. Of course, he was wary of how the male kept approaching and how the smoke was hot. How was that even possible? But now the dark forest? What was that? No one had give him a lecture about starclan or anything like that before. All he knew was what his dad told him, The Light was the one to rule them all. "What is it? Somewhere you can go potty in privacy?"
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