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Username: Riverclaw the RC cat
Name: Mud
Gender: Male
Age: 1 year
Breed: IDK
Rank: fighter
Appearance: 
Personality: Mean, loyal, strong, quick
History*: He was burried in a junk avalanche but he survived and was tough.
Mate/Crush*:
Pups*:
Other (anything else?)*:
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O.O.C: His name is Scar, right? And Fighter is not a rank. Choose something else. :)
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Olga grinned back. "Very well." She looked around. "I can't say how good the medical services are around here, considering they may even be nonexistent since I don't see any other humans around." She looked back at him. "Should we go look for some?" she asked. ...Should we go look for trouble? she thought grimly in the back of her mind, but said nothing more.
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{ Sorry for the inactive-ness. }
Tis okay. :3 I'm handling the stuff over here. xD
I don't want to go troubling my parents. And I think I could hold off. Off I snap before that, well, then that's that.
Yeah... I feel like snapping myself. >.<' I almost did yesterday. I don't know why. Well, I kinda do. School. The sole reason. School. I spammed my hermana's (sister's) email inbox yesterday with a virtual mental breakdown... she hasn't looked at me the same way since. x3 (She's not my actual sister, though. We're just such close friends that I call her my hermana, which is Spanish by the way, and she calls me her hermanita since I'm younger. =3)
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A slight one.
Tpbm has never broken a bone before.
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"You have a brother? And a girl was climbing down from a tower?! I hope it wasn't a very tall one," Romania fretted. "She could fall off or something else painful might happen to her. Let's go find her, and then we can meet up with your brother. Sound like a plan?"
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That reminds me of my panic attack! Omigod that was so scary. ._. I don't even want to think or talk about it. >.<'
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"Okay. So lead the way. You do remember where the tower was, right?" she asked.
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"Oh. Okay then. Whiskey! Stella! ... I forgot the rest of the names." She giggled a bit. "Onward! Lead the way!"
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Olga followed, actually skipping quickly rather than running. Her steps were light and her hair bounced off her back as she matched Crevan's and his dogs' strides. Smoothly she placed her box of matches back inside her pocket. Her face was expressionless.
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She nodded, and picked up her raggedy skirts so she could hurry and approach the girl. "Hi," she murmured breathlessly as she caught up with Rapunzel.
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Jeez. I'm totally relating to you right now.
But who can't? I mean, seriously, haven't we all gone through that one time or another?! Life is just such a big fat meanieface. ;n; To put it into appropriate terms, I mean. xD
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In many ways.
Tpbm does not like candy with anything artificial in them.
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I'm sure you do have emotions, Nuke, but sometimes I think they go away for a while if you're going through a tough time in your life. I hope they'll come back soon. =)
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"Hey, hey!" she exclaimed, alarmed at the dagger. Romania held up her hands in surrender. "No need to worry. I just came with Ireland over here" - she waved her hand in his direction - "because he told me that he last saw you climbing all the way down from a tower, and I was scared you might've fallen off." She chuckled. "Wow, that sounded a lot better in my head. Anyway, now we're going to catch up with Crevan's brother, so wanna come with?" she proposed.
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Olga smiled, turning to Crevan. "So where's your brother?"
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"What? Wait, that sounds familiar..." Olga snapped her fingers repeatedly, trying to remember where she'd heard of such an occurrence before. After a while, she muttered, "Nope. Can't think of anything. Oh well. Do your dogs know the scent of your brother by any chance?"
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"Oh... okay, so what do we do now?" she asked.
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It's not that they haven't decided to show up yet... you have to bring them back. Although I'm not quite sure how you could do that... but seeking help might speed up the emotional recovery.
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Don't stress yourself out about your problems though. That just makes it worse. You should instead approach them calmly and try to figure out how to solve them instead of fretting over them. For example, try to notice when your hands tremble and calmly try to make them stop shaking by holding on to something or doing whatever it takes to keep them from moving.