" old age, the smoke and toxins of my old home might not of helped " she shrugged, folding her wings back against her body to keep the falling snow off herself best she should, " its better than losing my scent in my opinion, or my voice "
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Ametrine was surprised to find his old home and even just how he left it, an incinerated half collapsed shell, when he had first got his elemental powers they were a bit out of hand but he hand been flying in and out and now and a tool box and a many planks of wood as he could carry in front of the house, this was his home and he was going to fix it
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Hershel stumbled along through the camp, the jacket he had been given was a bit too big for him and tripped him often but her refused to take it off, it was so warm. the reindeer calf had seen others easily meeting and greeting people with a... um.... it didn't matter he just wanted some friends. but upon finding a spot to start he first of all didn't know what to say and second his social anxiety was kicking in, what if they didn't like him? he trembled a bit standing there before he finally just said " u-uh....... "
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whats goin on
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it was one moment he was able to sneak away from his dad while he was working on the cabin, the little serval cub heard 'bow' and was quickly scurrying to find the source, orange eyes finding the group and going over, " thats cool.... " Citrine muttered as he just plopped himself down in the circle of sorts
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Ametrine looked over, usually he was a stubborn 'nah i can do everything on my own' kind of dork but upon seeing the damage and realizing the work needing to be done... " help would be amazing dude, i just need to cover up all the big holes before anything " he said, his and his son needed a home soon before winter got any less forgiving
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not too much right now, being called to rp duty tonight on another game but till then just working on characters and plots * twirls around in plot chat a bit *
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so what was going on here? the reindeer calf stumbled over, this was in no way anything he expected to see lading into the ground, he then looked at Harley, she didn't look too good with the blood and all, " u-um... if you want i can.. uh... get you a towel or... or... "
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" yeah hold on " he trotted over to the tool box that he totally didn't steal from a human construction site, pulling out a hammer and container of nails, " the right side, the second story floor, and the roof have the biggest holes with a few smaller ones scattered, outside ones first ya? "
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(TO-BE-TESTED)
( L O N E R )[img width=339 height=510]http://img-aws.ehowcdn.com/600…rticle/88/52/83356896.jpg[/img]
name: Trahern
gender: male
age: 10 years
personality: short tempered and stern, has a strict moral code and isnt afraid to use violence, while he can seem harsh to those he cares about he would risk his life for them
history: led a pack in the city that was nearly destroyed by another pack, took a kittypet serval then later Ametrine when he had been lost in, he lost the pack and the kittypet to the fire than ended the struggle and then Ametrine who left in grief -
Citrine smiled big, " boy would i! " the serval cub went over to it and tried to pick it up, the key word was try, stumbling a bit when he did get it off the ground but instead just collapsed with the bow on top of him, pinning him down, he didn't care, " its so cool! "
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(SEMI-ACTIVE)
[img width=510 height=382]http://media1.santabanta.com/f…als/Tigers/tigers-31a.jpg[/img]
name: Cobra
gender: male
age: 2 years
personality: he's only mellowed down a little, still a lover of exploration and the unkown he runs more on emotion than mind and sometimes act without thinking
history: born in windclan, mother died shortly after birth so he lived alone in a hole near camp till he was too big
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Hershel looked up before swiftly shaking his head, " no i was... i was just... uh... " he poked at the ground with a hoof, " um i was trying to do a.... meeting and... uh greeting thing... " he felt embarrassed for sure
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as the roleplayer was still trying to figure her old characters out again she did a switcheroo, now bounding into the battle field was the large tiger named Cobra, lashing hi tail. " well s*** " was all he said before running in, hopefully he could have someone to fight to himself but he wanted to be sure he wasn't needed by anyone
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make sure you use oxiclean to clean up those blood stains
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he had JUST gotten back and there was a murder, he wasnt sure why he was surprised, he had been used to seeing it in the clan before, Ametrine flew down and folded his wings, no matter how many murders it will always be horrifying, thats probably a good thing though, " oh mercy... "
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[img width=510 height=380]http://vignette1.wikia.nocooki…/latest?cb=20121013021832[/img]
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" drinks? " Hershel tilted his head,well he was thirsty and she did offer so it would be rude to say no right? but what kind of drinks? " do you have apple juice? i-i mean..... if not its ok " he shrunk a bit into his jacket shyly
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Ametrine nodded, looking around, using his elemental powers he melted some snow then brought the water over to help clean all floatey water like, he glanced around at everyone else before just trying to clean her up