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They usually weren’t the flower type, but today seemed alright for it. Petals and loose leaves cling to their fur as they sat up- just in time for a butterfly to choose to take perch on their nose. A soft purr took hold of their otherwise silent vocals, forest green oculars crossing slightly to take in its iridescent blue wings before it fluttered away. No come back I wasn’t done! They rear up, stretching a black forelimb up to try and bring it back back down to them to no avail.
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A patrol? Well that wasn’t too bad. The grey warrior slunk off to do his task.
/I’m still fighting a chest cold ;-;
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Wolfshade had given them the task of hosting a border patrol. The slightly “loner warrior” didn’t really know (or trust) anyone here, and they didn’t really have a great, strong voice because of this. They poked at an NPC warrior’s Shoulder, until he woke up , glaring irritably at their form for having interrupted. Sorry, but PantherPounce is not sorry, they need your help!
The warrior grumbled, following behind the grey and black warrior to the center of the camp, tail slightly twitching behind him. Panther quickly demonstrated what they needed, and the warrior sighed before calling out- “Border Patrol!”
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Not complaining, but why is PantherPounce under Kits? Lmao
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The butterfly refused to return to their nose, and their attention was soon drawn away as their name was hollered from another warrior. PantherPounce trotted right on over, after they picked up their flowers.
Purple for Lavenderstar.
Dark red for Juniperthorn.
And a perfect white one for MantisFlower.
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What borders Skyclan so I know where to post the border patrols?
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Select your target.
Paws cling to the ground, head inclined upward to gaze at the trees, before settling on a nice low-hanging, white birch branch.
Aim...
The dark ash creature hunkered low, waggling his haunches in a playful moderation of a hunting crouch, bunching it’s muscles together to spring..
FIRE!
Dark Green forest eyes widened, it sprang high with the signature leap of a Skyclan warrior- that of which it is- but gave a hiss as he missed his mark- sailing clear over the branch. His large paws sunk into the snow, and looking rather cross and angry looking, tail lashing in the air like a spitting cobra’s head before a strike. Only just recovering from a small bout of sickness, the weakened mute now began to doubt himself. He crouched there, hanging his head in shame.
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Lightningspirit!
Commission Type # || [ fullbody]
Number of Characters In Scene || [1 ]
Character Reference(s) || [ Ref 1 [image='3679','original'][/image] close up ref is on avatar drawn by myth
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Brief personality description || [Silent type, insecure, loves pretty things]
Pose/expression/scene || [Laying down, tail held out with a sloppy grin across his muzzle and maybe a pretty butterfly on his nose]
Other information || [ Clicking your PayPal links only wants me to share my link to get paid, so how do I give you your payment? ]
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Open for interaction
The lithe feline padded into the clearing, quickly noting with a soft sigh of relief the absence of the city scent carried by their city counterpart- if you would call the city dwellers a clan. The Skyclan feline sat down on the fringes of the group, slightly nervous. Watching the leaders leap up onto the rock, they found themselves slightly daydreaming of it being them going up there to represent their clan. Of course, that would never happen..
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oof. I offer PantherPounce of SkyClan?
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I have PantherPounce here if you can! <3
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Shouldn’t you be a little nicer? The tom snapped back mentally, raising his gaze to fix on the other tom. Yes, I see that, beebrain. How about I see you do it right your first try! The dark grey warrior pinned back his ears, and turned his gaze back on the branch. He dropped back into his crouch, bunching his muscles together. If he failed this time, he’d blame it on being nervous around such a cold clanmate- what with the way the other tom’s eyes seemed to be shining coldly on his back. His fur pricked at the thought. He sprang upwards, front clawsskimming and tearing at bark, his hind legs scrambling to heave the rest of him upwards onto the branch. It swayed under his touch and scattered the leaves that were just barely clinging to their holds on the branch. Standing on the branch, he turned his forest gaze downward at the tom. Better, oh Enlightened One? He mentally quipped, a half smile forming on his maw at the inward joke.
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Well since everyone else was awake, he might as well be awake! Screaming first brought him to consciousness, then the sound of paws on ground fully roused him. What was all the screaming for-? Oh.. the non-binary creature came to a complete halt at the sight of Wrenthroat’s.. well.. umm.. body. If you could call it that.. it had been torn into, partially eaten. Aside from the slight revulsion at the sight of it, he swallowed back the curiousity of what it would taste like. Sweet, maybe? He shook the thought away. Now was not the time for exploring his curiousities! They needed to bury the corpse, and apparently keep kits from seeing it. Why? They will see loads of stuff like this as they grow up!
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Why did I have to see this.. again.. now I’m sad. I miss lightningtooth.
