Cucumberpickle felt dumfounded. (What should he do lol)
...I dunno. What would you want your suitor to do for you?)
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Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
Her ears twitched a little at his response. She thought for a moment before nodding a bit. "Yes. If you can make it work. It's a lot of risk I know you're putting in. Don't get in trouble because of me. I'll understand, I swear," she replied before realizing she sounded a little attached already. Her eyes averted away shyly again before she composed herself and offered him a friendly smile once more. "You don't think you'll be caught... do you?" she inquired, her green hues darting around their surroundings suddenly. She had a false feeling that someone was watching them even though she knew he'd sense that way before she did.
The orange tom gave her his most charming smile. "Don't worry, pretty Petal. I won't get in trouble." He reassured her, even though that was something he couldn't guarantee. Blazingcomet glanced around, looking up at the sky and then into the woods. Time to make my exit, I'd say. Just in case... behind that "no-care" confidence was a cat who was worried he could get caught. "I won't. I'll be careful," The feline promised her, before glancing into the woods again. "I think it's time for me to go now, beautiful. But, I'll make sure to meet you again... be here in the next few days, and let me take care of the rest." The tom winked at her before seeming to melt into the treeline, a blur of orange fur against the outline of the dark trees. Until we meet again... my pretty rose Petal.
I mentioned on my profile that I was starting over. A fresh start is best for me right now; I've created quite a few new characters, and they will all be on my site, but not all will be used in roleplay right away. it's likely I'll bring them in more gradually.
FOR THE LOVE OF STARCLAN PLEASE PING ME ON DISCORD
I have the ADHD
I'll forget.
Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
Cucumberpickle dropped into a hunter’s crouch hunting the rabbit he saw, he knew she liked rabbits. He caught it and approached her,” Uhh...I caught you this rabbit.” He meowed awkwardly.
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Cucumberpickle dropped into a hunter’s crouch hunting the rabbit he saw, he knew she liked rabbits. He caught it and approached her,” Uhh...I caught you this rabbit.” He meowed awkwardly.
She dipped her head to him, eyes sparkling. "Why thank you," she mewed.
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FOR THE LOVE OF STARCLAN PLEASE PING ME ON DISCORD
I have the ADHD
I'll forget.
Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
He shrugged,” I noticed you always eat rabbits so I thought you’d like it.”
"Always?" she asked.
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FOR THE LOVE OF STARCLAN PLEASE PING ME ON DISCORD
I have the ADHD
I'll forget.
Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
Bee whimpered as he dragged his nimble, broken body along Skyclan territory.
He was tired and weak; he was hungry and cold. Bee simply wanted to curl against his mother's belly with his littermates and purr at the warmth and eat food and just feel happy.
Though, Bee knew that wouldn't happen. His thin legs dragged the limp part of him to a nest of dried grass against a rock that stuck from the ground like a sharp claw of the Earth that tried to scoop the tortie tom up and throw him away.
"Mother.." Bee called helplessly, to no avail. His mother was not with him. His father had walked away. His siblings had been taken by the big, fur-less creatures that lived in the giant wooden nests. A shudder shot down his spine, tucking his nose under one of his legs and closing his green eyes. He knew sleep wouldn't come to him, not in a situation like this, but it was good enough to just rest and try and hope to drift away into his dreams and wake up nourished and full with his mother and his father and his sisters by his side, tucked into a box by the big fur-less creatures that lived in the giant wooden nests. But no one emerged and came to his sides, even though he was desperate for them and for food and warmth and to go home. He wanted to go home.
Re: SkyClan Territory
