"But I thought I came up with the idea! That means only I can change it." Snow said playfully, acting like a pup that had just lost a game. Her aqua eyes shone with happiness in being here with Gradient.
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OOC: Thanks. :)
Snow giggled. "Well in that case, maybe I should act like one too." With that, Snow flipped over onto her back and started rolling around in the autumn leaves that littered the forest floor, giggling like a pup the whole time.
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When she was finished, she rolled back over onto her belly, only to find that a whole bunch of leaves were stuck to her fur! She chuckled to herself and started to pull one off of her pelt.
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"Yup!" Snow replied. "I sure felt like a pup again, that's for sure." She grinned and reached for another leaf from her pelt.
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Snow chuckled and nodded. Pulling another leaf off of her pelt.
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The two stay in silence for a couple more heartbeats, getting the rest of the leaves off of Snow's pelt. Finally Snow stretches and lies back down, enjoying the soft forest floor. She yawns, noticing the sky turning dark blue instead of black as the moon slowly started to set.
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Snow was a white she-cat with kind, aqua eyes and fur the color of fresh snow. She was a loner, having ran away from her twolegs long ago, it seemed like a distant memory. She longed for a mate to spend the rest of her life with. She sat in the shade of a willow tree that was in front of a rather large pond. She relaxed, enjoying the cool shade on her thick coat.
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Snow was a white she-cat with kind, aqua eyes and fur the color of fresh snow. She was a loner, having ran away from her twolegs long ago, it seemed like a distant memory. She longed for a mate to spend the rest of her life with. She was lying in the shade of a willow tree that was in front of a rather large pond. She relaxed, enjoying the cool shade on her thick coat. Another day of traveling and her paws ached terribly. She stretched out on her side, dipping her sore paws into the cool water.
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Alright then. I know how that feels. Just fill out this form.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
Personality: (optional)Here's mine.
Name: Snow
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Female
Looks: A pelt the color of fresh snow with aqua eyes and a scar at the base of her tail.
Personality: Meet her.Also please delete your previous post so that we can start the rp without any OOC posts. My form and your form are the only exceptions.
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She sighed with relief when the refreshing water touched her rough pads. She was used to walking on soft grass but since it was greenleaf the sun had scorched the grass yellow and dry.
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OOC: Thanks!

Frostwing sat in the darkness of her cold cave, trying yet again, (and so far unsucessfully) to bite through the chain that hung from the collar around her neck. She sighed, giving up for what was probably the millionth time today and rolled onto her side, utterly bored as she watched the other dragons in the clearing outside of the cave.
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Snow sighed and got up, shaking her fur. She turned to Gradient. "Well, we have to get some sleep sooner or later." She said simply; but her aqua eyes held much more feeling than that.
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Melanie sat against the wall that was the side of the school. Here it was totally deserted as all of the others hung out in the front of the school. She was drawing on her sketch pad, her silver pencil making the lightest of marks on the paper as she sketched a tree that was growing a couple yards away.
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Melanie stands up and puts her sketchpad away while putting her pencil into the small pouch that hung by her waist. She starts walking towards the school doors; eager to get into class.
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She passes through the doors and walks to her locker; easily unlocking it and putting her sketchpad inside while taking out the notebook and pencil she would need for her first class.
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Melanie walks into the class room; immidiantly taking the seat and desk closest to the door. She set down her notebook and pencil, waiting for the rest of the students to get here since she was the second one.
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Melanie seemed to be the only student in the class actualy paying attention to the teacher, listening as he explained the rules and procedures. She gently tugged at the collar around her neck before leaning back and watching the teacher.
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Melanie leaned back in her seat, having already known about the civil war. She opened the pouch hanging at her waist and took out a blueberry and popped it into her mouth, enjoying the flavor as she watched the bloody film.
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She opened her notebook, reached into her small pouch, and took out her little silver pencil. She began to sketch the room.