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  • Mass adoption sign ups!

    [font=timesnewroman]Ah, sorry to shoot your thoughts down, but I've gotta say no. If you include all plots, Maple has been connected to four litters- too many for her age. If the inactive siblings are gone, that drops one, and there's another which never was filled. Three of her children are in a StormClan currently, and I'm hesitant to create any more as it would be unrealistic. However, if you wish to adopt out Golden, Beetle, or Clover, you'd have to talk with their role players, as they created the characters and it wouldn't be nice to steal them and give them new owners.

  • Sweetie sweetie (O, intro) girl's love.

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    The soft smile that had crept onto Marigold's maw was replaced with a small frown. Her ears, which had been perked and high, were slowly dropped to a sad form. "Yea...I was born when it was too cold to go outside, in leafbare. Then, once I wandered away from camp with my siblings...there wasn't time to play games." Tilting her head slightly, she studied Bubblegumcub's face, unsure how she would react.


    It was then that Endlesscub snuck the ball away from the spirit, slipping his paw just a centimeter away from her front legs. She let him do so; in fact, she had not even realized that this was the game, was unaware she was supposed to keep the ball. Once this dawned on her, she reached out one of her own starry paws and attempted to hit the ball. However, when she was about to make contact, her paw passed right through it. Oh yea, one of the problems with being dead.


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  • let me be a part of the narrative | open, joining

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    Marigold's maw tipped upwards in a smile, mimicking Maria's. The spirit gave a gesture with her paw to show that she accepted this before leaning back to beam at the leopard again. "That sounds wonderful, we're happy to have you," she meowed, nodding at her own statement. "Would you like me to show you to camp? I'd expect you're tired, after coming here." The leopard seemed harmless, if not nice; the spirit felt it would be alright to offer such a thing.


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  • Building my Kingdom Just to Watch it Fade; Open, Character Development

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    The spirit had never known Bloomingskies, the former StormClan medicine cat.


    Yet she had heard so much about her. Oh, so, so much. Her mother had always taken time, no matter the day, to tell her daughter a bedtime story. Many of these were tales of her own life, and many had featured her second mentor. From Maplemeadows, the spirit had learned Bloomingskies's appearance, personality, and role in her mother's life. She learned that, after the medic died, she had come back as a spirit for a few moons.


    And then she had faded away.


    It was this thought that entered Marigold's mind on that lovely spring morning. She had even laying in front of the elders' den, watching the sun rise from behind the mountains. However, once this occurred to her, the day turned cold. Ivory clouds turned to rainstorms, rays of sunshine turned to lightning. In her mind, anyways.


    "Will I fade?" she meowed aloud, her voice lingering in the morning air. "Will I disappear, like mother's mentor?"


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  • The Very Hungry Caterpillar; Open, Storytime

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    Marigold often turned bitter when she was bored. The morning prior to the current one she was currently experiencing, she had been exploring, searching for something to do. She had come across quite a bit: a paint canvas, a broken twoleg vase, even a book of murder mysteries. This she figured was left over from some other group, as it was written in a language she could understand. However, she could not transport any of her items back to camp. Even if the spirit had been able to, she would of had to leave them behind on the territory move anyways, so it was a lost cause.


    The next morning, however, she found a way to quench her boredom and prevent her bitterness. It wasn't physical, so she could do it without assistance. It was an activity that her mother had done with her many a time, and she was happy to share it with the clan.


    An excited smile plastered on her maw, the spirit lifted herself onto a rock at camp. Her eyes twinkled in the morning dawn light, and she shifted her paws on stone. "Storytime!" she meowed, swishing her feather-like tail through the air. "All ages are welcome to attend!" Although storytime was usually an activity for younger StormClanners, the spirit had planned a few extra things, variations for the older as well as the young.


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  • Ello | District at your Door step |

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    There were few times when Marigold was happy to be a spirit, when being dead helped her to feel confident when she normally would have felt scared. Now, as she approached the newcomer, was one of those times. Her ebony pupils were large in her translucent, tan eyes, her heart beating as she padded up to the female. It was not that she intended to be rude, her nervousness was only triggered by appearance; although she did not completely understand them, bad things had been happening around StormClan before she arrived, many regarding vampires. Her mother had been harmed by one, as well as many other members. However, she spirit knew the same fate could not come upon her, and the newcomer's basket helped to boost her courage.


    "Hey there," she eventually meowed, pausing in front of the Irish Wolf Hound. "I'm afraid I have to ask your name and business." The stars in her fur tinkling, the StormClanner dipped her head to the newcomer, showing that, although pending her answers, she would be welcome.


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  • The Shadows of this World (Open, joining)

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    Much like Gula, Marigold often traveled places without a thought of where she was heading. It was this flaw that had killed her, for she had wandered away, gotten lost, and drowned, never completely understanding where she was. However, despite this, she had not been able to stop her wandering and still did it as a spirit. She called it 'exploring'.


    And it was exploring that she was doing when she came across the snow leopard. She had been trotting along the inside of the StormClan border, searching for interesting landforms, twoleg objects, or anything else random that caught her attention. In this case, it was a newcomer. Even before she had called out, Gula's scent had found her, and she had trailed a distance behind the wild cat.


    When the leopard made his presence known, the spirit did the same, approaching with a soft smile. "Yes, I'm here, and some others probably are, too," she meowed, before realizing that the leopard likely did not mean his words literally. "Could I ask your name and business with StormClan, please?"


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  • we'll be alright--lost kit

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    Much like the young snowferra, Marigold loved to explore. She had been doing so that day, trotting along a stream near the border, when something unique and startling happened: the shard of crystal around her neck began to glow a bright purple. It tugged on its chain, the sharp part pointing into the trees.


    The spirit followed her necklace's lead, weaving between trees as it yanked on her neck. Perhaps she was overly trusting, as she was following a crystal, a necklace that had never before acted this way. However, this thought was soon overridden as the snowferra's voice found her ears. It was not from far away, and Marigold quickly tracked it down, coming into the area in which Xion was.


    After taking in the snowferra's injuries with wide eyes and an open maw, the StormClanner collected her thoughts, quickly trotting towards the kit. "Are you alright? What happened? Do you know where your parents are?" her panicked words dissolved off her tongue as she gazed with fright as the kitten. Dying had made her afraid of blood, and she was wondering whether it would be appropriate to shout for Moonbeam.


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  • Tattoos on this town : meeting (5/15)

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    Marigold was sitting below the highrock, her ears angled towards Blazeheart. Her eyes shone with excitement as she waited for the leader to begin; it was her first meeting in StormClan, aside from ceremonies. Curious as to what would occur in this gathering, the spirit watched the blind feline intently in a simple track post.


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  • Where do you stand : brainstorming

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    Despite not being around for long, Marigold had noticed the lack of activity in StormClan. Although she had not originally known this to be a bad thing, it soon dawned on her that the more active a clan was, the healthier it got and greater it grew. Hence, when Benedict called a brainstorming session, she decided to join.


    The spirit trotted over, her fur well-groomed, her tan eyes glistening with eagerness. She hoped that she would be of assistance and that the brainstorming would pay off. A smile on her maw, she began to meow, gazing at Benedict as she spoke. "Maybe we could have some sort of thing with allies? A movie night, perhaps, or maybe a scavenger hunt? If allies can't come, we could have some sort of thing where we explore the new territory."


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  • let me be a part of the narrative | open, joining

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    Marigold felt her heart swell as Maria accepted, and her chest fill with pride as Blazestar approved. The spirit gave a slight dip of her head to the leader in respect before turning to Maria, smiling softly to the clouded leopard. After doing so, she began to make her way towards camp, motioning with her tail for the newcomer to follow.


    // rushed, sorry 0-0


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  • throw random animals at me to draw?

    [font=timesnewroman]Ahh, your artwork is so pretty! *tosses feline*


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    Avatar works as reference for colors, don't yet have a reference for necklace.


    Also I'm sorta new so sorry if I did this wrong 0-0

  • Where do you stand : brainstorming

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    Marigold nodded, pondering Featherpaw's idea. She thought it was a little strange to have a made-up murder mystery when the clan seemed to currently be going through a real one, yet she appreciated the idea and did not have the heart to speak her thoughts. "Or a riddle exchange, maybe? A joke or comedy night? Maybe something where everyone is invited, including allies, to get up on stage and do something funny or tell a riddle or make a murder mystery. Like, a night for brain games. Of course, we would have to find a stage..."


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