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  • FOLLOW THE WISPS [open - WT - DEADWOOD HIDE AND SEEK]

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]Deady had gave her a task! A real task like all of the grown up animals she saw everyday! It was exciting and she was bobbing all over the place trying to contain herself as she weaved her way among the legs of other members. Her initial idea was to just go to the Deadwoods and scream but then that might make it look bad so she would stop and pause among some of her clanmates and extend a paw to them. "Play!" Without any hesitation she would then move to another group and do the same. "Play!" Her little paws were even shaking with excitement as she dashed around that group and stopped to extend her paw up to another few clanmates. "Play hide and seek! Deady's task!" She wanted them to come with her to the foggy deadwoods. Deady had said that it would be good for hide and seek and she wiggled her rump before she toddled off toward the gates that led out into the territory before she turned around and spoke brightly and proudly. "Deady said play hide and seek! Deadwoods!" Then she bounded off toward that area, paws thudding clumsily against the bright green grasses as she struggled to make her way there. She'd get there first or at least she'd try to as she had never been to the Deadwoods before since she stumbled upon the Sanctum on her own. Her little body pushed through grass as she pushed herself over a rotten log, smelling of wet wood.

  • ALL THE SCREWS IN YOUR HEAD | rift ambassador, open

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]The little child gave a brighter smile as Natalia said that she liked her spots. Oh, she liked her spots to and knowing that someone else liked her spots really made her happy. Happy enough to pure in her own excitement. Her little tail twitched as she gave a gently huff from her chest as she looked at her own spotted form twisting just a little bit before then looking a back to the Rifter. "Thank you! You're pretty!" And honestly that was how the child thought of Natalia. She was pretty and she liked her white pelt even if it didn't have spots on it. She liked the frosty look of it and she wiggled just slightly before she heard Bethany speak up. Why did she have to be mean? What was wrong with Deady? She liked him just fine and she turned to look at the female before her little muzzle scrunched up with irritation clearly showing. "You're stupid."

  • I'LL BE STRONG + Open, Shadowclanner

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]Traditions? Did those traditions include murdering flowers because if so then the child would most likely find herself there. She was murdering flowers now in the name of Herthe and she didn't see a need to get all fancy and what not with it. Nope. She would just kill a few flowers and then hope that Herthe saw her and was happy. It made her feel better about murdering them and she also gave them as gifts so there was that too. The little feline made her way over and look at Finch with curiosity in her gaze before she sat down and lightly lifted a paw to wave at the Shadowclanner with a bright wiggling of her paw. "Thank you!"

  • SEEING RED [open - deadboy needed]

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]She had been playing all on her own, within the plants of a garden that enclosed her in the foliage of green leafy herbs. Her paws were clamped down on a frog who she had been playing with, little claws staying well away from puncturing the small creature. He was her friend after all and she loved that he had decided to play with her. There were not that many children in the Sanctum but that was okay for the small tyke. She liked to watch the other members go about doing their chores and working and when she got bored of that she went off to find something to play with or took a nap. As small as she was she got tired easily and she liked liked to sleep within the little grasses near a makeshift den outside. Sure she could have just taken a room in the mansion but they scared her. They were so big and strange and shadows danced along the walls so she had made herself a small den of brambles, a small hollow near the back wall. But currently she was playing and she let the frog go, watching him hope off and he continued bouncing and bouncing before she fumbled her way forward to try to grab a hold of him again. Though she didn't quite make it until a soft sound started thrumming against her eardrums. At first it was easily unheard, maybe even ignored as she struggled to grab the frog but soon it started to get louder. A rythmatic beating, thumping in her ears that started to get louder and louder. Her head shot up and she looked around with wide eyes trying to see who it was that was making that sound but there was no one around her. Not one soul. Her little body started to shiver with unease as she shook her head hoping to clear the sound out but it only got louder and louder, the thumping pace of something. Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. She pushed her body back against the wall as the frog became lost in this new concern as she looked around wildly. But not soon after a strange whooshing sound came with the beating noise, like something flowing and it became too overwhelming for her. She pushed her paws on her ears and shut her eyes, gentle panting leaving her throat as she whimpered softly. She hadn't even noticed that her teeth had changed, becoming much much sharper, like thick needles. No, she was too preoccupied with trying to stop the noise as it rose up a thrumming pull from her core, a painful stab to her throat and her gut quivered with hunger. She wanted Deadboy, she wanted Deady.


    @deadboy

  • plot with the kitten with no name??

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]so this little tyke here is called by many as nameless for the fact that she doesn't have a name quite yet. she is four months old and i intend to age her on the first of every month if my muse continues to behave itself. she is bubbly and very energetic but also knows little of her past and who her parents were. all she remembers is gently soft laughter and a flash of blinding white light. (her parents were vamdigos as well and were murdered by an angel). she is very friendly and really loves to meet new animals and talk to people. currently her speech is getting better and she has grown attached to a coupe clanmates.


    she is open to friends of course, best friends, bullying, giving her her first taste of blood, making her eat or trying to anyway since she can only eat the flesh of other felines, and whatever else there you might think of!


    sooner or later she is going to get her name but currently she'll still just be nameless

  • i'm ready, i'm ready | sanctum ambassadors

    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]Oh boy, oh boy! She was so excited to be coming along with Deady and do her honorary ambassador stuffs. She'd been to Blizzardclan before but only because she had gotten herself lost when she had chased a butterfly over this way. It had taken a lot of energy out of her in finding her way back home but at least she had gotten back home with out so much as a scratch on her small form. She trotted as quickly as she could beside the larger feline with her small basket in tow given to her by the other. She was excited when he had given here the little basket to put her own gifts inside and boy had she gone on a killing spree when he said to put her own gifts into it. It had taken her a bit but she had been able to murder a good portion of flowers ranging in different colors from reds to lovely blues and she even put a few rocks in it for good measure because they were smooth and pretty. Her bright eyes lifted up to look at Deadboy and she attempted to keep pace with him, determination in her eyes to be a good ambassador's assistant. Even if she had to take a lot of hurried little steps she wouldn't be left behind and that way she could make a good first impression.


    Her eyes widened as they approached the large stone staircase. Now this she had never seen before and she was ecstatic, wanting to go up there and explore what was on the large floating patches of ground over her head. But she would wait to see if Deady wanted to go up there or not. Maybe she could come back and visit for a while. Her little body shivered with thinly concealed energy as she looked back toward Deadboy as he mumbled to her a question and she lightly nodded her head before parting her jaws to answer him back. "Yea-" Well, she forgot her basket was in her mouth and it dropped on the ground and spilled her gifts onto the floor. Oopsie.

  • GATHER MY ATTENTION-- stargazing

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    IT'S A SUGAR RUSH — nameless — ♀ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt]Usually she was sleeping at this time of night. After all she was but a mere child and a young one at that. She often needed to rest up and get her energy back from the previous day but all of the talking had awoken here. See, she didn't have a room inside of the mansion as she thought it was haunted by something. It wasn't something that she was comfortable with so she had made her a den outside in the gardens. It was against a wall and hidden away from sight since she felt that was a better choice for her. Now she yawned softly as she slowly made her way over, eyes flicking over the group of animals with a sleepy gaze. Mmm..what were they doing? She gently stumbled her way over before she brushed up against Salem before looking up at him with a tired gaze. "Why awake?"

  • love was kind for a time | open, westeros

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    IT'S A SUGAR RUSH — nameless — ♀ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt]"New friends!" She spoke with a bright smile on her muzzle. Oh, she had met this stranger before and if Duchess like him then she liked him too. A light giggle left the four month old as she wiggled here away over to the King of Westeros and she settled down at his paws and giving a brighter smile and a little playful wiggle of here rump. So maybe she could go and visit him. She had plans already to visit the pretty feline of the Rift when she could and she tilted her head a bit before lightly lifting a paw to tap the king gently. "Hi friend. Nice to see you!"

  • WE WERE BORN FOR THIS // Assist HawkClan, Open

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    IT'S A SUGAR RUSH — nameless — ♀ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt]What was going on and why was everyone screaming? It sent a chill through the young child and she tilted her head a bit as she kept away. They were yelling about someone needing their help but who. Her eyes flicked down and she looked at her paws not sure if she could help with whatever was going on but Duchess had been called for so maybe she would be able to help with this situation. At least...the child hoped that she could as she laid down and pulled her ears back in slight worry.

  • SUNSHINE AND KISSES [open - sanctumer]

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    IT'S A SUGAR RUSH — nameless — ♀ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt]Well, wasn't she in a pickle here. All she wanted to do was visit the pretty white female she had seen before. The child had attempted to get to the island by any means necessary which was rather tough for a child with no liable powers. So she'd tried to fashion herself a little boat, though the boat consisted of just a meager piece of driftwood that she had placed her small basket on. Her small form had laid down on the piece of wood but she hadn't really thought of the dangers of open water. More that this was an adventure and she liked to see the fish just below her small paws. Her smiling had turned to fear as the waves got a bit rougher with her voyage and it tossed her driftwood around and spun her a little bit. But she made sure to keep her basket of flowers for the white rifter in check and with her at all cost. After all she had spent a lot of time gathering them up for just this occasion and by the time she reached the shore she was soaking wet. Her small body shivered as she struggled to stand up, her legs feeling wobbly before she pulled her basket with her and sniffled a bit. She wished the water hadn't have been so mean. Lightly she started to shake off her paws before she sat down with a small huff and hunched over.


    @NATALIA P

  • SUNSHINE AND KISSES [open - sanctumer]

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    IT'S A SUGAR RUSH — nameless — ♀ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt][size=8]The light flicked on in her eyes as she caught the scent of Natalia as the larger alabaster female approached her. She was glad that she had come to cause then she could show her all the pretty flowers that she had brought for her. Flicking a front paw she smiled lightly and shimmied her way forward at the sight of the other's expanding wing. She huddled down beside the female, enjoying the warmth that was provided as she shivered lightly. "Brought gifts for you! Pretty flowers!" Her gaze then shifted down to her basket before she quickly went out of the safety of Natalia's wing to grab the handle of the small basket and drag it over to the larger feline. Sniffling a bit she would sit down and motion to the flowers with pride. "Cause you are nice. Betty not nice so to apologize too." Licking her muzzle the little kitten settled down beside Natalia before she flicked her eyes back up to her and gave a vigorous nod of her head. "Yep, water was mean though but that's okay."

  • RAINBOWS AND LOLLIPOPS [open - personal sacrifice]

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    IT'S A SUGAR RUSH — nameless — ♀ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt][size=8]She had seen someone do this before except it was a bit different than what the child wanted to do. She'd spent a lot of time setting this up in the Deadwoods. Why she was doing it there she really didn't know. It just seemed right to do. Thus was the reason why she had a circle of pale colored orchids surrounding her as she stood in the middle. The dead bodies of about four frogs were laid out in a square and she was also in the middle of that. She'd heard about Herthe, and even attempted to learn more about this goddess that was the patron god here. Tilting her head a bit the little serval sat down and lightly tapped her paw against her foreleg. What did she do now? Did Herthe like blood? Her eyes flicked down to the nasty little frogs who were all turned on their backs before she sighed softly and hunched down. Now she didn't know what to do and she glanced around the fog almost hoping to see something or someone.

  • BE NEAR ME [open - nervous stranger]

    Oh no, oh no, oh no, where were they? Where did they go? They were just here and now... this was bad. This was really really bad. He need him and if he didn't get back he was sure to lose his way. But he couldn't remember where to go or where he even was. Backtracking was not going to work because he couldn't remember which direction he had come from. Why was he so stupid as to wander off anyway? Did he wander off? He couldn't remember and that made everything worse. His cyan colored eyes flicked around the expanse of thin trees as he mumbled worriedly to himself before he looked down to the ground and noticed something. His footsteps! "I can follow this and get back!" His voice was an excited whine as he moved forward and with head lowered he began to follow his foot prints around a tree though it took little time for him to suddenly forget why he was following the footprints at all. In fact curving around the tree he grew puzzled for a moment before he lifted his head up and peered around himself and that same panic flared to life in him once more. He was lost, where was he going? Where was his family? Oh no! He stumbled forward a bit more before his head turned to the side and excitement flared to life in his gaze. Footprints and those were his so that meant he could follow them back but the process ended with the same result of him suddenly forgetting why he was following them and so he moved away from the scene, heading deeper into the territory of Blizzardclan. Lightly his jaws parted and his tongue peeked out slightly as he pulled his cropped ears back in a show of submission. After all who knew what was in this place right? He didn't want any trouble and he just wanted to get back to his family. Surely he needed him by now and he couldn't forget him. He just couldn't because he loved him and likewise the canine loved him and helped him get around. A low breath of a whine left his throat as he suddenly sat down not bothering to go any further for the time being.

  • BE NEAR ME [open - nervous stranger]

    Really, with his little knowledge he had no idea that he would be surrounded and so quickly either by other animals. And they were all different which was so odd to experience. One was a giant cat! Cats didn't get that bit though, he was sure of it. So how did this one get so giant though he had to admit that he loved his fur. It was so dark unlike his own which was more bluish in tone and the other wore a hat. Swallowing a bit as his nerves started to get the best of him he felt his black and white marbled collar against his throat. He really hoped his humans were okay. They still needed him but he had to get back to them first and alive for that matter. "H-help would be really nice actually. Who are you? I'm Desmond." Desmond the seeing eye dog but right now he was failing his job and his worry didn't cease though he was even more nervous now that he was surrounded by more animals. One spoke funny and he tilted his head in confusion before he looked away then, taking a deep breath. Though the other two seemed friendly enough, the fox waving and another dog! That was a relief in of itself. But he paused to look away and in that moment his expression changed and he seemed almost to be contemplating something before he looked up and seemed to suddenly realize that he was surrounded by animals. Where had they come from? A small shiver of fear shook his frame as he took a step back, eyes of cyan flicking over them all as if he was seeing them for the first time. "Uh, oh, sorry if I'm intruding, I'm kind of lost. I don't remember how I got here but hi, I'm Desmond."

  • BE NEAR ME [open - nervous stranger]

    Did he remember where he came from? Oh, no. No he didn't and for that matter he was having a hard time remembering why he was talking to all of these animals too. He frowned just slightly, a small dip of the corners of his lips as the confusion grew over his face before he turned his head toward the fox who had questioned him about something. What was it? What was it? He didn't surely didn't forget that quickly. "Uh...sorry. I don't remember. Ah, did you ask me something? I can stay here right? I mean until I figure things out." He really hoped that he wasn't going in circles here but with his luck and his memory issues he was sure to forget something the long run. Well, at least until he stopped being so nervous about what was going on currently and could get his mind together at least. But his questions were soon answered by another stranger coming to greet him, this one a feline but this one was like the ones he had seen before with his people. The nice small kind, well, not all of them were nice but still. "Oh, no, no it is. Uh...I have a condition." He murmured the last part almost a bit too quietly before he breathed out softly and shook his head. It was going to be okay, he just had to remember why he was here and then...what was he looking for? His ears pulled back again as he lifted his eyes up to Andi who spoke to him next. She was sorry to hear something? Oh yeah that he was lost and he gave a small nod of his head. That was nice of her and just like before their were mentions of him staying which was nice. "Thank you. I promise .....well, I hope that I won't be too much trouble." Though he had already forgotten most of their names. What was the fox's name? The nice feline? Why was his brain messing up again? He seemed to be concentration really hard when another came forward and spoke to him.

    His name was Nathaniel, oh, he liked that name. He could remember it right? He hoped so. "Oh, it's nice to meet you. I'm Desmond. I'm lost...uh, I think. I feel like I was looking for something but I can't seem to remember what it was. I think it was super important though." It was on the tip of his tongue and he felt a whine try to pull from his through as imaginative eyebrows knitted together. If only he could just look at the collar around his neck, that might bring his thoughts back to him. maybe.

  • CLOUD NINE | OPEN, NEW POWER

    He gawked and why shouldn't he as he had never seen anything like it before. It was unnatural and it freaked him out to a great degree. His body shivered at what the cat was doing. Literally floating above the ground with nothing underneath them to hold them up there. How was that even possible? Was it some sort of dangerous spirits? He'd heard about spirits and they were not nice things. At the very idea the human owned doberman pulled his ears back as he took a step back, not even wanting to be seen by the rest of the gang who seemed to act as if this was a normal occurrence that they were okay with. Shouldn't they be freaking also? It just wasn't normal and he swallowed thickly though refused to draw attention to himself or be forced interact and he was not doing too well.

  • WITH A TOOTHBRUSH | o ; story time

    "Moths? But I don't see any moths." The pet spoke softly and mostly to himself. He didn't know of the history of this place, in fact he would probably forget this tale as soon as it began to be weaved through the ears of the listeners if his short term memory loss had anything to say about it. Especially since he was still high strung with being lost and in a new place like this. He still couldn't remember what he had been looking for when he had first showed up and now he was just here. Rather that was a good thing or a bad thing the doberman had yet to guess but he had a space to call his own and he settled down near the group, eyes of cyan shifting between faces he couldn't remember the names of. The though made a trickle of sadness flutter through him and he lowered his eyes to the ground as he chanted to himself in his thoughts about what he was doing here. The guy had said moths but he didn't understand what he had meant by that. But there were moths involved and he knew what a moth was. But anything else was more of a mystery for him considering he didn't know about the lives that these animals lived. But he did like moths so that was why he was here.

  • BE NEAR ME [open - nervous stranger]

    Another came and it didn't little too soothe him. How many of them actually lived here? Where they like the gangs of the alleyways that he had ran into before. That had been a scary time for him only because he had gotten lost because of...because of what now? His brow furrowed a bit as she started at the feline that was talking to him about something. Condition. Condition. Oh! Yeah his condition. He remembered his mother telling him about it and he understood what the feline was talking about now. Wait, how did she know about his condition in the first place? Maybe he told her? That seemed lik the right answer to him and he gave a small smile to Sweetophelia. But at the mention of medics he grew confused again. "What does that mean? Are they like the nice vet people? Oh and it's nice to meet you umm...Sweetophelia." Surely he wouldn't forget a name like that but at the present moment it was highly likely that he would with no other excuse but his own memory.