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Human Roleplay / Re: his mind is in a different place // P
« on: June 09, 2020, 12:38:05 AM »

you're my sunflower
Marcus smiled up at his friend, who laughed and patted him on the head after snapping out of the dirty look aimed at Vessie.

"What a surprise, never thought I'd live to see the day that you'd come to a party again."

Christian seemed to completely ignore the fact that there was someone other than Marcus there. Though, the short brunette didn't seem to notice as he pouted and crossed his arms. "Of course I'd come to a party again. If I recall correctly it was you pressuring me to drink that got your clothes vomited on" He shrugged as he spoke, throwing his hands up a bit and grinning.

He turned to look at Vessie with his wide eyes sparkling, "Vessie! This is my friend, Christian. He's kind of a dick so don't take anything he says personally." He said, gripping his new friend's sleeve gently. He noticed the little awkwardness that arose, though figured it was because they didn't know each other. Never would he have thought that they had actually met before, and quite literally hated each other.

"I know him."

Marcus blinked at the tall tattooed man with a blank look, head tilting.

"Not well, but we met before." He wrapped an arm around Marcus' neck and pulled him close, leaning down to be eye level with him. "Be careful around this guy. He's bad news, Grey."

His voice was quiet and he spoke cryptically, but Marcus didn't understand. He just shrugged- "I think you're overreacting to seem cool in front of your new girlfriend" He tapped Christian's nose as he spoke, before shrugging his arm off- "We'll leave you two alone. Be safe! I don't want to become a babysitter!"

He turned to face Vessie again, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly and chuckling. "Sorry about that. Like I said he's a dick. He's probably thinking you're someone else."

He might have taken the words seriously if they came from literally anybody else. Christian was known to exaggerate things and just be plain wrong.

He didn't know Vessie well. He barely knew anything about him, but so far he had been nothing but kind. He even invited Marcus to this party-granted Marcus hated parties-to get to know him better. There was nothing that made Marcus think that he couldn't be trusted.

He smiled wide, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He needed something to take his mind off of the thoughts that maybe Christian was right. He shouldn't judge someone based off of what one overprotective friend said. He took a long drink of the foul-smelling liquid he held in his hands, grimacing a bit at the taste.

"Is there a balcony or something? It's kinda loud in here."

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sl
everyone will come
everyone will yell
id thank you just the same
if you didnt tell
my mother says that
i will surely go to hell
please be a good man
please say you won't tell

Heron watched the cats begin to drag Raven towards that tree. Her long tail wrapped around her skinny paws, head held high and big, round ears droopy as if she didn't really care.

She didn't care, really. Not in the sense that she should. She didn't care how twisted and petty it was, but she did care that Ravens eternal resting places would be under the soil of her countless yowls and smacks that she seemed to love giving to her daughter. She cared because Ravencloud deserved it.

Heron sniffed hard, turning and watching as the big russet-coloured tom came and sat near her. She listened to him speak with an aggravated expression. Whiskers twitching and tail wagging upwards every so often to show that her temper was hanging on by a string. It usually was, anyways. She was quick to snap and had been for a long time now. Since Raven finally broke that kit-innocence that she had and made her realize that the world was cold and cruel, unforgiving.

The white oriental molly turned her head to look away from Russetfur and watch the cats begin to dig her mothers grave. Any cat would be crying and whimpering at the sight of their mothers grave being dug next to the lifeless body. But the young cat just sat. Watching with obvious disinterest.

Sure, she was upset. A little. Because of Crow, mainly. He loved Ravencloud despite her being the worst mother in the forest. She was kind to him, coddled him. Any sane cat would love a mother who treated them like that. But heron herself had a much different upbringing.

Since she was first born, Raven despised her. Heron tried everything from bringing her pretty flowers or food or random Twoleg things she thought was cool. But every time, Raven stomped on whatever she brought or spit on it or otherwise damaged it and called Heron a disgrace.

Eventually, while Crow was still being doted on and purred about by the abusive molly, Heron stopped trying. She sat in the shadows and watched. She didn't care anymore. She didn't care that Ravencloud was dead, but she cared that it upset the only cat who had ever been kind to her.

Heron gave a deep, frustrated sigh. "He's strong. He'll survive because He doesn't want to die. He's just depressed, he'll get better." She murmured simply, almost a whisper.

Her sunflower-coloured eyes slid shut for a brief moment to enjoy the peacefulness that this place currently brought. To her, at least. Despite the scent of death, fear, and blood, Heron felt her shoulders relax. She liked the fact that for once, her home was quiet. Not filled with arguments or growls. And no fear that Raven would come up behind her and start snarling in her face.

"He did shut down. I think he shut down when Ravencloud first died. He barely started to run away. But the thing is..." She turned to the clan cat with an upturned nose and scrunched muzzle, big ears now flat against her skull- "His fire fuels mine. His fire goes out, so does mine. If mine goes out, his will start to dim as well. That's how we've been since kittenhood. If my flame is still burning strong, his will perk up, or I'll go down with him. That is what being littermates is all about." Her voice was barely above not speaking at all, as if she was talking to herself. She then stood, picking up the little gifts for her brother with a strange delicacy, and walked over to the now ready-made grave. She quite literally pushed Ravencloud inside.

'Have a great time in hell, Ravencloud.' She thought bitterly, before kicking the dirt over her to fill the hole back up. That didn't take long, with the couple of cats that were also beginning to cover her body.

Heron placed the three rocks she had gathered in a little circle on top of the dirt. Where it had been dug, there was a clear cut off from the grass. Heron hoped it would grow back soon so that Crow could visit without being reminded that someone had dug that out and put Raven inside.

Whatever.

Heron turned back, little smooth pebble and bright orange flower in her mouth. She didn't say anything, but the minuscule shuffling of her paws showed that she wanted to go back. To see Crow.


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Fandom Roleplay / Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« on: February 09, 2020, 06:55:25 PM »
sl
everyone will come
everyone will yell
id thank you just the same
if you didnt tell
my mother says that
i will surely go to hell
please be a good man
please say you won't tell

Heron tore her eyes away from Ravenclouds dead body. She watched the patrol search for a good burial spot and Swiftclaws scent. Her facial features blank other than a little irritated twitch of her eye.  She noticed Russetpelts look and she just stared back at him as if challenging him to say something rude to her.

Though she didn't speak, for the time being, she just made her way back to her little place by the river, staring down at the little Flower and Pebble. Her features softened for a split second at the thought of giving them to her brother. Perhaps Crow would perk up a bit. Maybe he would see that their old life wasn't completely gone, but it had just changed. Drastically.

Ok, that sounded dumb, she heaved a deep sigh and flicked a big, rounded ear as Russetpelt spoke. She turned to him and listened to what he said to his patrol.

That kit back at camp will join her soon.

Heron felt her tail began to lash and the fur along her back to bristle. "Crow will not join her. He's not going to die so don't you dare talk about him like that." She snapped, fury in her bright sunflower eyes.  Though she soon forced her fur to lay back and she gritted her teeth. It would do no good to get into a fight with this cat. She'd be kicked from the protection of the clan and wouldn't be able to see Crow while he recovered.

"I don't give a damn where you bury her. Keep her above ground for all I care." She murmured under her breath, finally moving her gaze back to the limp molly with a dead gaze. Raven didn't deserve to be buried. Not after all she had done to completely ruin Heron, while she coddled and fawned over Crow.

Crow wouldn't like what she just said, Heron idly thought. She glanced around and stared at where her nest was. She walked over and prodded at the ground "Here is fine if you must. She spent most of her time in her nest." She glanced over to where there was a tree that was split in half.

That's where Raven liked to take Heron to hiss and yowl at her about something she had done wrong.

"Only one bird? You're just like Swiftclaw. Not able to hunt like a good warrior. Go back out, do it again. Come back with enough for all of us or you're useless."

Heron was useless, she dug her claws into the soft ground as she pulled her lips back in a silent snarl.

"You play too hard with Crow. He's delicate, and now he has a scratch from you. Go away, Heron. I don't want you here and you're just hurting Crow."

She was hurting Crow. She was the reason Ravencloud had died. She suggested they go find Swiftclaw, and then she led him right back to their safe place without thinking that he was a dangerous cat. She lowered her ears, and her distant gaze came back.

"Actually, bury her by that tree. The one with the split in the middle."


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Human Roleplay / Re: his mind is in a different place // P
« on: December 01, 2019, 01:55:19 AM »

you're my sunflower
Marcus was almost immediately bombarded by questions. What did he do for a living, what was he doing here, why was he wearing that, what product did he use for his hair?

He answered the questions with a bit of uncomfortable tugging at the hem of his cute yellow sweatshirt. He noticed Vessie wander off a bit. He watched as the man stepped between a guy and some girl who was seeming to be very uncomfortable and a bit scared. When the music started to pick up and more people arrived, Marcus' head began reeling. He felt cramped and overwhelmed.

He came back into focus as he noticed Vessie nodding a bit, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He seemed visibly relieved, glancing at the dude who Vessie returned with. He grinned up at his new friend, letting his hair be ruffled.

"Yeah, I do. I'm kind of out of my element here. Am I obvious?" his pink lips stretched into a teasing smirk.

Marcus followed him up a few floors. The music was still shaking the floors a bit here, though it was much less crowded and you didn't have to yell to be heard.

He walked over to a guy handing out drinks. Yes, he probably shouldn't, but he needed something to loosen up a little. He'd only have one as to not get too out of control.

He looked up at Vessie with a chuckle, amber eyes glinting "Sure I won't see a ghost? This place is spooky. May be haunted." His gaze shifted over to a blank-haired man who was letting out a belly-laugh, a strange girl leaning on him and twiddling with her hair.

Marcus couldn't help but feel like he knew that guy. He was lanky, though had some obvious muscle with his loose-hanging tank. Tattoos covered his arms and piercings along the cartilage of his ears.

Maybe if he wasn't lip-locking with the girl he would be able to see his face and put a name to it.

Marcus scrunched his features, obviously deep in thought. He caught cerulean eyes that were now glaring a hole into Vessies head. Though that didn't seem to phase the short brunette, as his face lit up like a Christmas tree and he pulled on Vessies sleeve a bit "I know that guy" He yipped, grinning.

"Wanna come to say hi with me?"

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Fandom Roleplay / Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« on: October 26, 2019, 10:42:56 PM »
sl
everyone will come
everyone will yell
id thank you just the same
if you didnt tell
my mother says that
i will surely go to hell
please be a good man
please say you won't tell

The white molly just stood near the water. She wanted to leave, now. She did what she came here for. Though it seemed as if they weren't leaving any time soon. With the patrol looking around the camp for signs of Swiftclaw, though the oriental deemed it safe enough to lay with her long muzzle resting on her dainty paws. The rock and flower laying next to her as she waited impatiently. Her long wiry tail lashing back and forth to show her irritation. Though she said nothing, just listened to the idle chatter and communication between the cats.

As Russetpelt spoke of the sickness, Herons massive ears flattened against her head. Though not directly, the sickness is what got her killed. It was Herons fault, too.

She looked away, yellow irises glancing to the side to stare at where she and Crow would often sit and pick flowers. Under the shade of a tall tree, a wide array of pants grew. It was probably because they were so close to the water.

She heaved a deep sigh, looking up as a big shadow loomed over her. Seeing Russetpelt, she hummed. "I'll go look for some rocks or something." She answered, more relaxed in this familiar environment. She rose to full height and stretched with a yawn. She looked over her shoulder as the tom spoke.

He wasn't wrong. Plus, It would be better to make allies in a tough time like this. There was a bloodthirsty cat out for their necks, they would need the protection clan life brought. Though she didn't feel super comfortable with it. She probably never would, though. She preferred to be on her own.

"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind." She said simply, before walking down along the water and grabbing three good sized rocks to mark the grave with. Though thinking of what clan life had to offer.

While it brought protection, it also came with a unique set of problems. She wasn't clan-born, and she knew from Ravens stories that it could cause a problem. It would, in fact. They were not fond of outsiders.

And she looked like Swiftclaw. She already noticed a few cats staring and whispering. Something she was used to with Raven, but not others.

Nobody had said anything to her, which was a relief. She wasn't Swiftclaw. She never would be. Sure she had her anger issues but never would hurt a cat with no good reason.

The tall cat pushed the rocks towards Ravens body, staring down at it blankly before turning to Russetpelt again - "I got rocks." she deadpanned


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Fandom Roleplay / Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« on: October 19, 2019, 08:03:39 PM »
sl
everyone will come
everyone will yell
id thank you just the same
if you didnt tell
my mother says that
i will surely go to hell
please be a good man
please say you won't tell

"How..." The tall molly murmured, disbelievingly. "You're older, more experienced, and stronger than me. What am I gonna do? Bite your tail a little?" Heron snapped at the russet tom, whiskers twitching with agitation. She stared up at him with burning eyes.

Though, at the mention of Crow she seemed to relax, even though faint frustration still burned behind her yellow irises.

"He can handle himself. Hes unconscious, anyways. Not like I'm any use here." Her lip curled, though no other sound came from her. She let her fur lay flat and she smirked "Then I'll follow you. I'm sure your leader will be thrilled to know that a cat she had taken into her camp and decided to care for ended up dead because of an incompetent warrior!" She chirped, watching the tom go to collect his warriors. She stayed put, though.

Her long, thin black tail lashed around on the ground in a frustrated manner. Though she stayed until they began to leave, following behind at a bit of a distance. Her paws moved quietly, though she knew that the patrol knew she was there.

Nobody asked any questions, though. It was mostly silent on the journey of patrolling. Some idle conversation and communication.

Heron just followed silently, big ears flat against her skull as she noticed they were nearing her old territory. Her lip curled once again and she felt a flurry of emotions.

Fear, anger, sadness. Though none of it showed in her blank, dull eyes.

It was as if she had no emotions other than anger. Though could you blame her, after all that just happened the day prior? She was scared.

Her and Crow weren't ready to leave Raven. Sure, she was quite a horrible mother, though Heron knew that they wouldn't last without help. She was thankful for the clans help.

As they neared the body, Heron let out a snort to disturb the awkward silence.

The limp, lifeless body looked pathetic. Sprawled in old, dry blood with wide eyes that were obviously panicked before the life drained from them.

Heron couldn't even bring herself to feel pity, though. She just felt...nothing.

Was that wrong? Was she weird?

She wanted to kick dirt at the body. So she did, as soon as she thought nobody was looking, she turned and kicked the dusty dirt right into the pretty black mollys face.

She then walked to the river, where some pretty flowers bloomed. She nipped at the stem of a bright orange one, just sitting there holding it. She then grabbed a pretty smooth stone.

Gifts, for Crow. Maybe some things from their home would help him feel a bit better. Less homesick, maybe.


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Fandom Roleplay / Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« on: September 11, 2019, 09:26:46 AM »
sl
everyone will come
everyone will yell
id thank you just the same
if you didnt tell
my mother says that
i will surely go to hell
please be a good man
please say you won't tell

Heron had stopped walking a few tail-lengths away from the duo, listening as Sparrownose gave a sigh and said, "Yes, thank you Russetpelt. Bury the body in their home. And put a marker over the grave. Like rocks or a flower or something, so the kits can find it."

She paused, nose crinkling. They were going on a patrol or something? She needed to go. What if they found Swiftclaw? She wanted to see him suffer for ruining Crows life.

She made her presence known by clearing her throat and walking up to the two, sitting down next to them and staring at the reddish tom with a determined gleam in her yellow eyes. "I'm coming with." She stated as if she had a say in it, turning up her nose "Even if you say no, I'll follow you anyways. So you best just say yes." Her voice was quiet as always, so the two would probably have to strain just to hear her.

She heard the deputy take in a shaky breath, rubbing his head with his paw "I'm exhausted. You two sort this out. Russetpelt, whatever you decide I'll be fine with. I trust you. He said, before turning towards the warriors den and slinking inside next to the others.

Heron turned her gaze back to the fluffy tom, eyes narrowing as she awaited his answer. She didn't really want to leave Crows side, but she, for some reason, trusted that medic to take care of him. And he was out anyways, what help would she be to him right now while he was unconscious?

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Human Roleplay / Re: his mind is in a different place // P
« on: September 11, 2019, 08:50:36 AM »
  marcus
Bright chocolate eyes basically glittered as Vessie approached, the short man bouncing a bit. Marcus was excited to finally have found the person he came here for. he was contemplating on leaving soon if he hadn't found him. Again, he really disliked parties like this.

"Of course I came!" He chuckled, pulling on the sweater a bit nervously "Ah, don't worry. I always stick to my word." Wait...group? They were gonna be talking in a group?

Marcus felt his anxiety rise, though he swallowed hard. Through his hazy mind, he didn't notice Vessie reaching for him. If he had he probably would have latched onto his shoulder. But he stuck with rubbing his own arm and following Vessie nervously like a lost puppy.

He basically was. Whose house was this, even? Was it Vessies? He was snapped out of his thoughts as Vessie began to speak. He felt a heavy crimson flush rise to his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, laughing a bit.

"I wouldn't say I saved you...you weren't gonna die or anything." He said, straightening himself up a bit and giving a wide, toothy grin to show that he wasn't that antisocial.

"I'm Marcus! Marcus Grey! Nice to meet you guys!" He contemplated sticking his hand out. But there were multiple people. And this wasn't some formal meeting.

Come to think of it, was saying his last name too much? He shook his thoughts away quickly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his shorts.
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Human Roleplay / Re: plastic taste // P
« on: September 09, 2019, 01:10:43 AM »
winter                                              19   ♂️
Too early, too early...

A small blonde twisted and turned in his bed, pulling the brightly coloured blanket over his head as his sister opened the curtains and began yelling. "Up and at 'em, Winter!" How could she be so energetic when it was...what time even was it? He poked his hand out of the covers and patted down his bedside table, searching for his phone. When he found it and pulled it underneath the fluffy blanket to check the time, he was basically blinded by the light. 7 AM....still to early. Though, he knew he had the stuff to do. So he sat up, stretching with a strained groaning noise. "Who, bro, your hair. What do you do in your sleep?" Georgia teased, stifling a laugh as Winter shooed her away.

He almost fell back down and went back to bed for an hour. But, instead, he stood on his feet and stared in the mirror. His eye bags and, yes, his hair that looked like he was just in a tornado, both were clues to just how late he was up. He had been trying to do his math homework. Too bad he was always terrible at math. So, of course, he texted Aki and asked for help. Luckily his friend was kind.

The boy stood on wobbly legs, making his way over to his dresser to grab the clothes he laid out the night before. An oversized yellow hoodie and some patchwork blue jeans his sister got for him. He changed quickly, pulling on some rainbow socks before he turned to comb his hair while looking in the mirror. He touched his bright pink bandage before deciding he didn't need to change it yet. He grabbed his bag, shoving his homework into it and beginning to head out. Then he remembered that food was a good thing to have, and he plopped himself down on a chair.

"Here. Eat and then head out." Georgia appeared out of nowhere with a piece of toast and some honey milk. A true hero. Winter ate fast, shovelling the food into his mouth and chugging the milk. "Don't forget your keys." She called as Winter began to leave the house. He waved at her before grabbing his lanyard with his keys and some cute keychains on it and leaving their house.

It was a short walk to Akis. Ever since they were little they'd lived near each other. He texted his friend when he was close, just to be sure he was up. Winter was pretty sure he would be but better safe than sorry. When he arrived and gave a few quick knocks to the door, he was practically bouncing on his feet with excitement.



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Fandom Roleplay / Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« on: September 01, 2019, 10:56:10 PM »
sl
everyone will come
everyone will yell
id thank you just the same
if you didnt tell
my mother says that
i will surely go to hell
please be a good man
please say you won't tell

Sparrownose heaved a great sigh, finally letting his stress show with a hunched back and half-lidded, baggy eyes. "I was planning on it. But, I do not know who to send. I don't want the cats too disturbed by the rouge to go, as they won't get much done. Would you mind leading a patrol of uh..." He trailed off, squinting at the warriors den before speaking - "Vinetail, Scorchfrost, and Blackmuzzle? I want the least scared and largest cats going. Swiftclaw seems to have killed somebody important to those kits. I'm assuming their mother. Try to find the body, I think it's between the territories, where the river runs through." He sighed, "And be careful. We don't know if hes more dangerous than before, if you see him and a fight ensues send a cat back to bring a bigger patrol."

He turned to watch the clan, a weight seeming to have been lifted off his shoulders from talking to the reddish tom. He stared at the two sisters talking, Honeybreeze seeming to look really disturbed as Badgerfang glanced at the Medicine Den. Just as the tall white kit walked out again,  he turned to Russetpelt and gave a smile.


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Human Roleplay / plastic taste // P
« on: July 27, 2019, 02:41:42 AM »
sdf
name Winter Voss
age 19
gender male
pronouns he/him
sexuality probably gay
occupation baker
hometown  ??
― faceclaim:luke newberry
― aquarius

― mute
― almost drowned when he was a kid, and when someone tried to get him out he his his head on the side of the pool and he hasn't been able to talk since
― he can laugh but it sounds weird
― he can also make little noises
― has a huge fear of water now
― hes a bean tho
― really sweet and excitable
― his parents died when he was 16
― he does have an older sister, georgia, though
― shes very protective of him
― he loves her kid, kane. they're very close.
― super clumsy
― hes always wearing band-aids
― he also has a gap between his 2 front teeth
― hes rly embarrassed by it
― tho he smiles with his teeth bc he doesn't want to feel ashamed of his body
― THICC
―exclusively listens to cavetown and dodie clark
made by zenith

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Fandom Roleplay / Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« on: July 16, 2019, 01:22:15 PM »
sl
everyone will come
everyone will yell
id thank you just the same
if you didnt tell
my mother says that
i will surely go to hell
please be a good man
please say you won't tell

heron stared at her brother with a worried frown. what was going to heppen to him? was he okay? he looked like death. heron knew he loved ravencloud, but she didn't think he'd be like this when her death came...she always thought he would continue to be optimistic about the whole situation. like he always was.

she was wrong.

as he fell unconscious, heron felt herself start to panic. "what happened?! she demanded, sprinting towards him and leaving froststar to stare with wide eyes, pressing her paw against him to try and wake him up. when that didn't work, she looked up to the two medicine cats with burning eyes.

"he probably passed out from stress...theres nothing we can do. he wont cooperate." the little molly responded, averting her gaze.

she hears froststar heave in a breath and turn to walk away.



honeybreeze frowned, staring towards the medicine den with hooded eyes "i just...feel so bad for them." she said slowly, pressing against her mate in search of comfort. "and you know they won't do that...i hope he survives or at least cooperates with them...heron...she'd probably blame ivyleaf. and we don't know how dangerous she is yet." honeybreeze shuddered at the thought. what kind of damage could the tall kit do? she was skinny and weak, but her paws looked powerful despite that.

"just because they aren't our responsibility doesn't mean we shouldn't help them. you know that none of the other clans will help. and especially not the rouges..." she frowned. they were the only ones that could help these poor kits. "yeah...that'd be a good idea, thank you honey. she replied, nuzzling his cheek after the affectionate lick. she watched him walk away before padding towards her sister, watching turtlepaw play with lizardkit.



sparrownose was sitting outside of froststars den, watching her walk towards him and tell him that she needed to call a clan meeting soon, before padding into her den slowly. obviously deep in thought.

he frowned and watched her closely as she walked past him, ears flattening as he thought of the possibilities of what could be wrong.

he basically jumped out of his skin as he noticed the russet tom standing in front of him. "ah, russetpelt. whats up?" he asked, tilting his head to the side to show he was listening.


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sdf
name Winter Voss
age 19
gender male
pronouns he/him
sexuality probably gay
occupation baker
hometown  ??
― faceclaim:luke newberry
― aquarius

― mute
― almost drowned when he was a kid, and when someone tried to get him out he his his head on the side of the pool and he hasn't been able to talk since
― he can laugh but it sounds weird
― he can also make little noises
― has a huge fear of water now
― hes a bean tho
― really sweet and excitable
― his parents died when he was 16
― he does have an older sister, georgia, though
― shes very protective of him
― he loves her kid, kane. they're very close.
― super clumsy
― hes always wearing band-aids
― he also has a gap between his 2 front teeth
― hes rly embarrassed by it
― tho he smiles with his teeth bc he doesn't want to feel ashamed of his body
― THICC
―exclusively listens to cavetown and dodie clark
made by zenith

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Fandom Roleplay / Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« on: June 28, 2019, 04:54:26 PM »
sl
everyone will come
everyone will yell
id thank you just the same
if you didnt tell
my mother says that
i will surely go to hell
please be a good man
please say you won't tell

Heron watched blankly as a big reddish-brown tom padded up to them and placed a flower in Honeybreezes fur. She assumed they were mates, from this. Honeybreeze acted like this was a normal occurence. Though Heron had never heard of a cat doing that for their mate. She did live a secluded life, though

Suddenly she wondered where they would go after this. They couldnt go back home. Swiftclaw would expect that. They couldnt stay here either, though. She felt a couple pairs of eyes on her and heard some whispers.

It made her uncomfortable. She wanted to leave. Though she knew she couldn't. Crow needed help. She wasnt about to deny her brother that.

Honeybreeze smiled wide at the large tom, a warm look in her eyes as she thanked him happily.

"This is Heron. I took Turtlepw and Applepaw out a little bit ago and we found them sleeping in the roots of that old tree." She said softly, and Heron sighed.

Barn cats. Swiftclaw was one of those, wasnt he?

She stared at Turtlepaw as he rushed out. Her expression gave nothing away as she watched him. He reminded her a bit of Crow, and it upset hef a bit.

She scrunched her nose as he was sent away and the big tom spoke to her.

"Thats none of your business." It was obvious that she didn't want to talk about it.

Honeybreeze frowned, and Heron saw her take a step forward. So she backed up, tail bristling a bit. She was so uncomfortable. She just wanted to run. She finished up her mouse and turned "Im going bacl to Crow." She said simply and padded into the den, staring at the dappled cat who pushed some herbs towards him. She had to hold back a yowl of anger. So she just sat, watching closely.

Until she felt a presence behind her and quickly turned, hissing out of fear though settlig when she recognized Froststar. "What?" she frowled at the strange cat, who just closed her eyes and whispered patiently.

"What happened, exactly? We need to know if there are any dangers near our clan. You can trust me."

Heron knew she was being reasonable, though felt herself not wanting to talk about it.

But she needed to know if her cats were in danger. Heron wasnt that cruel, so she spoke quietly so Crow wouldnt hear. And she told the whole story, flinching at a few points.

Froststar was nodding silently. And after Heron finished  she said nothing for a moment, thinking.

"Would you care if I told this to my deputy? The clan needs to know about this so we can keep an eye out for him." This made Heron jump back a bit.

She didn't want everyone to know. Shes heard from Ravens stories how fast things spread in a clan. Everyone would know.

"fine....just leave out some parts that you dont need. I dont want everything out." she glanced at crow. for his sake. she didnt want everyone knowingwhat happened to him. what e was going theough. this was a private thing...




Honeybreeze watched Heron leave. She wanted to comfort her. She  ould easily tell that something was very wrong. What exactly had happened? She wanted to know. She wanted to help the two terrified cats.

She turned to Russetpelt with a sigh, "I think it has something to do with that one cat, Swiftclaw. Applepaw said they found those two on a patrol yesterday and they asked where he was. I know theyre loners. But thats about it..." She told hom gently, shaking her head "Im worried about them...Theyre both so skinny and Crow is unresponsive. Im scared he'll doe. And Heron will hardly let anyone near him."


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Fandom Roleplay / Re: everything i've loved has turned to stone // P
« on: June 22, 2019, 09:05:21 PM »
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everyone will come
everyone will yell
id thank you just the same
if you didnt tell
my mother says that
i will surely go to hell
please be a good man
please say you won't tell

Ivyleaf wasnt so worried about Heron. She seemed to be talking and moving around just fine. She was just scared out of her wits. Though the poppy seeds would help that. It would also help her sleep.

Though, Crow, she was very worried about.

He wasn't responding. He didn't eat the poppy seeds. He was just sitting there. And when he passed out she began to grow frantic. "Dapplepaw, check him."

Heron was not happy about that. She pressed herself into her brother with a low warning growl. "No! Don't touch him..."

Iveleaf had had enough. She shoved heron up, narrowly avoiding a snap in her direction as she pushed the tall white cat out of ber de and stoodbin the enranceway. Heron did not like that. She was bristling and lashing her tail.

"Let me back in! He needs me!" "No he doesn't! He needs our help right now and you need to calm yourself down. Go eat something."

Heron seemed to realize that she wan't going to get anywhere. So she turned, angrily stalking off.

Ivyleaf scrunched her nose and turned, beginning to work on Crow.



Heron stared at the little pile of prey, absently taking a little mouse and eating it slowly. She wanted to be with Crow right now. She needed to keep him safe from these strange cats. 

She noticed Turtlepaw out of the corner of her eyes and turned to look at him talking to another stranger. She stared for a moment with a blank expression.

Who was he talking to? Heron suddenly found herself wanting to know the names of all these strange cats. That was the polite thing, anyways. What was that mollys name from earlier? She turned and noticed her sitting and talkig to a large black cat with long fangs and a tiny white kit.

The silver and orange cat noticed her gaze and smiled wide, padding over slowly.

"Hello, Heron! Glad to see you eating....did Ivyleaf kick you out? She does that often..." The cat purred in amusement, sitting in front of the oriental cautiously.

"uh, yeah she did. whats your name, by the way?" she asked. She didnt know how log they were going to be there. So she figured it was best to know some cats names.

"Honeybreeze! Sorry about not introducing myself earlier." She purred and Heron nodded slowly before going back to take another bite of her mouse. She was beginning to feel tired...


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