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Post by Myst on Aug 26, 2024 14:50:47 GMT -5
oh same!! I was on the old forums too but I will say, I've had a wayyyy better user experience here
ooo bet! I can def manage that age - I reckon that'd be just a bit under 12 moons or just a couple over, but around the 12 moon age c:
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Post by rεdwιllow on Aug 26, 2024 14:51:30 GMT -5
(OOC: Hi, I'm Red! This RP looks amazing! I have these three characters for now, but I might add more later lol)
Risky -- 16 moons -- Non-binary (they/them)
Cunning | Fiercely Loyal | Ambitious
Orange and black tortoiseshell with pale amber eyes
Loner | SylvanClan
Mother is Jasmine and father is Firefly. Didn't want to live the same life as their mother. When they were old enough, they struck out with Firefly and lived with him briefly.
Now lives on their own near the river as a loner. Slow to trust. AFAB, asexual, biromantic.
Jasmine -- 32 moons -- Molly
Blunt | Genuine | Open-minded
Pale orange molly with green eyes
Kittypet | Undetermined
Born and raised a kittypet, formerly mated with Firefly. Three kits, including Risky. Other two kits live in different twoleg nests. Misses Risky but understands why they declined a kittypet life. Bisexual.
Firefly -- 33 moons -- Tom
Aloof | Adventurous | Callous
Black tom with white chest fur and pale amber eyes.
Rogue | EtherClan
Lived with parents for a time, left on his own after both succumbed to illness. Met Jasmine while roaming the twoleg place, not mated for long, left when kits were around three moons old. Returned five moons later and eventually took Risky with him. Went their separate ways after disagreements on ways of life and viewpoints. Aromantic, bisexual. (I just realized that having Risky be 16 moons while their parents are 25 moons makes literally no sense lol I aged the older two up a bit ^^') |
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Post by soot on Aug 26, 2024 14:51:50 GMT -5
Mhm .w.!
As for that, like, Lavinia and Rudy were already traveling together? I was thinking along those lines, and they possibly learn about the clans, and he suggests joining first, like you mentioned? And btw, these are just sorta ideas! If you can't find anyone wanting to possibly be his unrequited interest, we don't have to have it included ^^ They could just be long running friends to lovers! Which I'd be perfectly fine with -w-
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Post by soot on Aug 26, 2024 14:53:54 GMT -5
oh same!! I was on the old forums too but I will say, I've had a wayyyy better user experience here ooo bet! I can def manage that age - I reckon that'd be just a bit under 12 moons or just a couple over, but around the 12 moon age c: -w- adore it, lol. That's perfect! I'm thinking they gain that sort of.. odd relationship of sort of being a older and younger sibling but.. also somewhat parental? I'm very excited for what they'll look like o.o |
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Post by rεdwιllow on Aug 26, 2024 14:55:29 GMT -5
(Myst Yeah the old forums were fun but people got away with a lot of things they shouldn't. This place seems a lot more friendly and enjoyable for sure.) |
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Post by soot on Aug 26, 2024 14:57:25 GMT -5
Yeah! Hmm, where would you say Rudy as a preference for lingering at? I'd say, if he's (possibly begrudgingly, lol) helping teach Lavinia and her lil' one how to survive, and such, especially declawed, he might stay where he's most comfortably, and sees best fit for winter?
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Post by soot on Aug 26, 2024 15:25:13 GMT -5
I would be down with the marshes then! That'd be fun to do. Plus, if you're use enough to an area, it's something you learn to work with well ^^ Plus, it does just sound fun, .w.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 15:32:34 GMT -5
I also enjoy the marsh<3
It’s definitely supposed to be the least populated area cat-wise! But am I tempted to make a marsh cat
Yes
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Post by rεdwιllow on Aug 26, 2024 16:16:40 GMT -5
(Feathertalon Not sure if you saw my quote above or not, but I had to adjust Jasmine and Firefly's ages. Just wanted to make sure you saw that before you added them to the main page lol) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 16:21:08 GMT -5
Don’t worry, I saw it!! And you will be added to the front page (along with everybody else’s new characters) later. It may still be a few hours but it will get done<3
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Post by rεdwιllow on Aug 26, 2024 16:28:18 GMT -5
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Post by whispering on Aug 26, 2024 16:30:49 GMT -5
rεdwιllow im thinking to throw my cat fran at jasmine if that’s kay with you! i think they would have some similarities as fran lost her first and only litter due to health issues she’s the neighborhood sweet old lady <3
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 26, 2024 17:06:34 GMT -5
I also enjoy the marsh<3 It’s definitely supposed to be the least populated area cat-wise! But am I tempted to make a marsh cat Yes Should I No Do it do it do it do it |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 17:10:07 GMT -5
I don’t need anymore cats thoughhhhhh
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 19:20:38 GMT -5
front page updated!
and just a quick little thing (and im sorry in advance but i promise this is the only rule im a stick in the mud about) but start keeping an eye on genders, i know it's only two over but we're getting more mollies than toms
again, im sorry about being so dumb about it, but i've had bad experiences in role-plays with this stuff ;w;
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Post by Myst on Aug 26, 2024 19:35:18 GMT -5
I have a new babe in the works, happy to make a them a tom to even things out a tad c:
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Post by soot on Aug 26, 2024 19:52:40 GMT -5
You're all good, Feather ^^! I'm planning on putting a bit of a pause on my rabid urge to create characters as they are currently anywho, so that works swell
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 20:04:28 GMT -5
thank you guys for being so understanding<3
also, side note, i just have one more reply to write and then i'll get everything posted!
i had ten replies i had to do between here and two other rps im in ;w;
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 20:43:41 GMT -5
Laika »
Her whiskers could have been completely frozen over before snuggling up against Leo, but nestled comfortably beside the tom made her feel as if she were sunbathing on a warm spring afternoon. No longer was there ice and snow just outside the barn doors. No longer was there a frightful winter lurking just beyond the bales of hay and squeaks of mice. Here, with Leo, everything was perfect. Everything was wonderful.
Laika brimmed with joy at being beside the ginger tomcat, their pelts brushing as two mice plump on grain lay at their paws. She had caught the mice with her own claws and fangs. She had managed to make a fine kill that would fill her and Leo’s stomachs. He had to be proud of her, why else would he be right there beside her at this moment? A purr vibrated in her throat. Once again her mind fluttered about, a butterfly among the flowers. Did he feel the same about her as she did him? Did he dream of a life where they were together, their tiny kits bumbling on stumpy legs just behind them? What would their kits even look like? Strong, capable kittens covered in fluffy brown and white fur? Or would they resemble Leo, a parade of tiny lions fumbling about, pouncing at every little thing that moved? Just the thought of that future brought an immense flush of joy over the young molly. If Leo loved her the way she did him then their future was going to be brighter than the sun that shone in the sky. She would be lucky, she mused, to have a cat to love her and help raise their kits together. Laika wouldn’t have to endure the hardships and pain that Alice had to go through, and for that Laika counted her lucky stars.
Her rooster. His hen.
At the tip of her tongue buzzed three words. Three little words with such simple meanings, yet they choked her up, fizzled in her throat. Laika swallowed. She didn’t know when she’d have the courage to speak them. Or if she ever would.
At his words the brown and white tabby craned her neck downward, taking a delicate bite of the mouse at her paws. Warmth flooded her jaws, the meat still fresh. Within just a few chews the morsel was down her throat, settling comfortably into her stomach that had been longing for something to make its way inside. Her whiskers curled in satisfaction, tail flicking with happiness. What could be better than sitting here beside Leo with a freshly caught mouse? What could be better than this?
And then the tom spoke.
She realized what could be better than this.
Swiping her tongue around her whiskers to clear her muzzle of any fur or debris, Laika sat up straight and tall, her misty green eyes glowing alight with joy, dancing with the spark of adventure. ”Really?” She chirped, paws already tingling with the urge to explore, Leo at her side. There were so many things she wished to do with Leo. So many things that she longed to accomplish with the ginger tom right there at her side, smiling at her, whispering encouraging words into her ears. Yet there was one thing that truly stood out to her, the one thing she would prioritize over anything else.
”Would you watch the stars with me?”
It sounded so sheepish when she asked the question, her heart thudding in her chest, yet her eyes were wide and bright, round like the moon in the night sky. To sit outside as the sun dipped down below the horizon, watching as the first stars began to shine, followed by more and more. To be out there with the warm breeze of spring and the far away hum of crickets and frogs. To brush up against Leo and speak softly to him, to share all the knowledge she had of the sky to him.
The young molly trembled ever so slightly, something else tugging at the edge of her mind, a thought that appeared without her even willing it to.
Both Leo and Laika under the stars, spilling everything she knew to Leo as he nodded and listened, enchanted. Leo and Laika under the stars together, pelts brushing, tails twined. Leo and Laika under the stars, in love, mates, her belly just beginning to swell with the promise of kits.
A shiver ran down her spine. Spring never felt so far away. The snow melting seemed like such a distant future now that she had ideas buzzing about in her head.
Perhaps one day soon that day would come and her dreams would become a reality.
Oh, stars, how she hoped that day would be soon.
Pumaheart »
Many seasons had passed since Eaglesong, standing tall and proud, had called to their warrior ancestors from above, asking them to bless her daughter with their presence as she gave her only kit a warrior name.
’Pumapaw, from here on out, you will be known as Pumaheart. I may not be a Clan leader, but I hope StarClan hears and approve of this name. You are noble and wise, and I trust that you are ready to hold the memory of the Clans in your paws.’
Pumaheart had been so proud that day, her chest swollen with excitement, her mind humbled with the knowledge that she was to be the sole keeper of the Clans and their history. It had been an honor to receive her warrior name, a privilege to know that she was to be the next warden of EtherClan and SylvanClan. ”She did,” the ticked tabby mewed fondly, reminiscing on that day when her mother had called her forth to perform a ceremony that had been long forgotten by many. But Eaglesong had remembered. As did Eaglesong’s father, and his parents before him. And now Pumaheart remembered, and soon, she realized, it would be time for her to pass that knowledge on down to the next generation.
Kuta, Smoke, Percy, Edwina. All fine cats to pass this knowledge down to.
Edwina’s current round of questions did make the large molly ponder, though. If Smoke and Edwina were destined to be healers, then who was destined to be the Clan leaders? That answer would come in time, Pumaheart realized that, but she was curious, not quite impatient, but inquisitive about it all. Perhaps Kuta or Percy, or even both, would display enough leadership qualities that it would become undeniable on who was to lead the Clans. Or perhaps there was some cats Pumaheart had yet to meet that would rise to the occasion and lead the newly formed Clans through their first generation of renewal.
’We’ll wait and see. I think they’ll figure it out, when they need to’.
Pumaheart could not have said anything better than that.
The large molly shifted on her paws when asked what happened to the Clans of long ago. Pumaheart herself only knew bits and pieces rather than fine details - those details had been lost to time, crumbled away by the undergrowth of the past. ”Sickness happened,” she began solemnly, heart panging with grief as if she herself had been there when it all happened. Clearly she had not, but her family had been. The cats she and her family had been borne from had experienced the end of the Clans. ”It started with watery eyes and coughing. The medicine cats weren’t too worried about it at first, but then more cats began catching whatever disease this was. Kits and elders began dying. The Clans’ medicine cats tried to come up with a cure, but then they began catching the disease themselves. Cats stopped having families, afraid that if they brought any kits into the world they wouldn’t make it beyond their first six moons. Some of the warriors began leaving the Clans in hopes of getting away from the sickness, while others stayed until the end. One by one the cats of EtherClan and SylvanClan joined StarClan. The few who left and started lives anew became anything from loners to kittypets.” A long silence fell momentarily, the air now stiff in the cave as if expressing its own sympathy, its own grief. ”Stories of the Clans were passed down, but over time they faded. My family made sure that would not happen, and we have been lucky to have had cats before me just as dedicated to keeping their memory alive.” As if looking to the stars Pumaheart glanced upward, amber eyes staring up at nothing but cold rock. Her gaze slowly traveled back down, unwavering and level, back toward Edwina. The finer details had been lost to time, but she hoped this was enough to answer the pointed molly’s question.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 20:44:21 GMT -5
Sarabi »
She was a ghost. A phantom. An ethereal being that struck so many with fear and curiosity. She was a singular star in the night sky, a beautiful shining object that enchanted all who looked upon her. She was a stunning white diamond amidst a sea of rocks, a rare find underneath the rubble. She was elegant, she was grace. She was poise and she was charm. She was the silver daughter among littermates of tawny.
She was Sarabi.
From the moment she had been born she had been special. Blessed with a pelt as gentle as the morning frost, as serene as the moonlight, she had been praised for her beauty. No other sibling of hers had been born with the pelt of silver. That blessing had been promised to her and her only. Silver was something she wore with pride, a symbol of her beauty. Not to say that her siblings weren’t beautiful in their own ways - long limbs, slender bodies, tall ears, they had it all as well - but Sarabi was different. She stood out. She controlled the gazes of others with her pelt of sterling and her movements of fluidity. Sarabi was a walking goddess, and she knew it.
A melodic voice drifted throughout the warmth that was the twoleg den. Large ears swiveled atop the tall molly’s cranium before darkened honey eyes followed, landing upon the familiar sight of her tawny sister perched near the window. Sarabi’s tail curled, whiskers following in the motion. A deep throated mrrrow vibrated smoothly from the Savannah’s vocal cords. ”Rami, dear, why twist your tail into a knot over storm clouds?” With a smooth gait she made her way over to her littermate, stopping a few paces from the window. Outside was a snow covered wasteland, all the grass and trees decorated in a white powder. Sarabi shivered just at the sight, a wave of frozen disgust rippling along her spine and down to the tip of her tail. She’d much rather be dead and buried in the ground with the worms than step a single paw out there right now. It was too cold, too harsh. But she couldn’t deny it was gorgeous out there, how the snow painted over the landscape in a sheen of powdery white. It reminded Sarabi of herself. She snickered faintly at her musings. The silver Sarabi, queen of ice and snow.
Pssh, she hated the cold. Never would she take such a title.
Superficially she wasn’t all that bothered by the storm. Why should she be? But deep down on an instinctual level she longed to get out there and stretch her legs, to run about and breathe in the fresh air. Her twoleg den was nice, but the air in here was stuffier. Unnaturally fragrant. But she wouldn’t admit that to Rami. Not now and not ever.
Sarabi lifted her head up, nose pointing in the air. She rolled her eyes, illiciting an audible huff of air toward her littermate. ”What even draws you to that dirty outside anyway? It’s all grime and dust, not to mention all the germs out there,” she grumbled, shaking her head. ”No telling what kind of diseases you’d get.” Sarabi shivered. Her twolegs brought her and her sister to the cutter every so often. They odd smelling twoleg would poke them with something and then let them back free, their owners taking them back home. Sarabi knew it was to keep them from catching diseases, but she had seen strays prowling about the house before, how matty and mangy they looked. Sarabi would balk if she were to ever catch such a disease. The mere thought of it alone was enough to make her feel faint in the head and wobbly on the legs. She shook her head. That was enough of those thoughts, so rather than focus on that she turned her attention back to her sister, waiting for a reply.
Percy »
This wasn’t Percy’s first encounter with twolegs. In fact, he had dealt with the creatures more times than he could even count. Some were friendly and gentle giants while others were fueled by rage and anger. It was always a toss up, and why Percy stood back. He assumed this twoleg would be nice if Frazzle had come all this way in search of food, but the older tom remained where he was, green eyes wide, muscles poised and ready to leap if he had to run.
He watched silently as Frazzle ran right up to the twoleg, purring and chittering away, clearly accustomed to the presence of this human. Percy’s tail-tip twitched. He took a step closer. There seemed to be no ill intentions hidden behind this twoleg’s odd smile, and the scents that wafted from the large male… Oh, Percy’s jaws were watering enough to refill a dried creek bed. Fresh twoleg food had such a warm and flavorful aroma that Percy couldn’t quite name, but when he was graced with its smell he was more than pleased with it.
Seeing that Frazzle was completely safe even in the presence of this twoleg, Percy emerged from where he had been standing, blinking up toward the male human with wide green eyes. He cocked his head to the side, letting out a soft chirp. Stars, whatever that twoleg had smelled absolutely delicious. Percy couldn’t help but drool, eager to sink his fangs into whatever this twoleg gave them. His eyes strayed over to Frazzle as the younger tom spoke, a smile pushing his lips upward.
And then came the food.
It was just as mouth watering and tantalizing as Percy had imagined. He stared at the bird-esque creature, watching as stream arose from the corpse and melted the snow around it.
Percy felt faint with joy. This thing was big enough to feed every cat in the forest! But most importantly it was enough to feed him, Frazzle, Smoke, and Poppy.
His stomach took control. Percy leaped forward, sinking his fangs into the prey’s juicy leg. He bit back a hiss of pure pleasure as flavorful juices splashed upon his tongue, the urge to tear into the flesh and take huge, ravenous bites overcoming him, but he managed to have just enough impulse control to not just begin chowing down. Mainly due to the fact that a second twoleg’s voice called out into the freezing air, shrill and unhappy. Percy didn’t even have to look at Frazzle to know that they needed to scram.
Holding on tight to the other leg, Percy began dragging it backward through the snow, hoping to get away in time before something happened to him, Frazzle, or their meal.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 20:48:44 GMT -5
Wila »
Eyes snapped toward Flame, uncertain for a split second, her mind debating between annoyance and laughter. This was Flame, she reminded herself. He meant well. There was no need to get annoyed with him over some mistake she herself had made. Besides, she told herself, Flame wasn’t the type to make fun of her out of spite. He was only trying to make light of an embarrassing situation.
Wila shook the snow out of her fur, teeth chattering as she did so. A puff of air escaped her jaws, a laugh following it as her tail curled and her chest puffed outward. Her eyes were no longer readable, but instead alight with amusement. ”You don’t say?” She mused, shaking her limbs out one at a time, her dark fur clumped with balls of snow. ”I would have never guessed that snow would be there!” Despite the snow melting into her fur and seeping an aching coldness into her flesh, Wila was renewed with a newfound energy. The dark brown molly bounced on her paws, prancing around Flame with a quiver of excitement in her tail. All her misgivings about the frozen stream gone, Wila bounced toward Flame, nudging him with kit-like excitement. ”Come on! Race ya to the tree!” Wila leaped backward, but she refused to go any further, not until Flame had accepted her challenge, if he even would. Such a kit-like game she was playing, romping in the snow being an activity below her age, and yet she couldn’t help herself. Getting over her wariness, being able to explore, hanging out with Flame… Not even the cold was bothering her. Wila felt as warm and happy as she would on a bright sunny day in spring.
For only a moon she had known Flame, but in that moon he had grown to mean a lot to her. Looking at him now she was starting to realize he was everything that Chai wasn’t. Understanding, helpful, considerate, adventurous, handsome… Not that Chai wasn’t a looker himself, but there was something about Flame’s striking orange pelt and soft amber eyes that drew her in.
Butterflies fluttered in the molly’s chest, cheeks flustering. The two of them together…would they make a fine pair?
Now wasn’t the time for such thoughts.
Jumping back once more, Wila lashed her tail playfully through the air. She had no idea where the tree was or what it looked like, but she assumed it would be pretty easy to spot a tree that had fallen over the stream. Surely she’d be able to locate such a landmark without any issue.
[ i was starting to forget how cute these two are ;w; ]
Creamsicle »
Words didn’t have to explain what had happened to this healer’s mother.
Creamsicle shivered, not from cold, but from sorrow.
Dead. His mother was dead.
Creamsicle’s mind wandered to the stream that marked the border between the moor and the woodland. It was the final resting place for three of her siblings.
She thought to the thunderpath that snaked through the woods, silent until it wasn’t. Her paws had managed to get her across the thunderpath, but Orange had stumbled. He must have tripped over his paws or fumbled over a rock in the way, but either way he had never made it across. Orange lay lifeless on the thunderpath, broken and bleeding, a monster shredding the life right out of him. A screech of pure agony had been his last sound, a sound that Creamsicle would never be able to erase from her mind.
The young kit was no stranger to death, but she had never witnessed death by illness. Had it been as horrific as the deaths of her littermates? Did Smoke carry the burden of his mother’s last breath in his mind as well?
Blue eyes traveled downward in deep pondering. She knew what happened to her siblings, she knew they were no longer cats she could eventually find, but the question of what happened to her mother still lingered. Had something terrible happened to her mother as well, or had the tabico queen managed to keep her life? She had not been with Creamsicle and her siblings when the mother twoleg took them away, scooping them into a sack and throwing them into the freezing water. Unlike her littermates there was a chance Splash was still alive. Perhaps she was still living with the mother twoleg and her small son. Or was she traveling in search of Creamsicle and her siblings? The question that had came to her earlier forced itself to the top of Creamsicle’s tongue. She didn’t want to ruin the conversation between Smoke and Cotton, especially not when Cotton was coming off as a lot friendlier than she had been earlier, but she couldn’t help it. Before she knew it the question was out into the cold air.
”Smoke, did you ever know my momma?” Splash had talked of a molly named Cinder before, but she had never mentioned a tom named Smoke. Maybe their paths had never converged, but it was worth a try. This could be Creamsicle’s only chance at reuniting with her mother some day.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 20:49:19 GMT -5
aaaaaand 7000+ words later, all my replies are done -v-
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Post by whispering on Aug 26, 2024 21:03:02 GMT -5
im sobbing as i plan out smokes reply😭
is smoke about to reveal creamsicle and cotton’s relations x.x
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 21:07:10 GMT -5
It is smoke’s destiny, he’s the chosen one
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Post by Myst on Aug 26, 2024 21:11:00 GMT -5
I love Sarabi’s thought process knowing damn well her brother will come back all dusty and shit to visit them
I love Sarabi and Rami so dearly
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 21:13:03 GMT -5
Sarabi will get their owners to give Kuta a bath
Refuses to acknowledge him until he’s clean again
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Post by Myst on Aug 26, 2024 21:15:28 GMT -5
Omg how will it go when he eventually comes to terms being a leader and just like
Breaks it to her that he can’t keep getting bathes cause his clan mates get very confused why he smells like this
She’d have to settle for a dip in the river
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2024 21:25:28 GMT -5
She’d just tell him to get over it, she’s clean Kuta’s sister, not dirty kuta’s sister
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