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Originally Posted by Shadow (Post 154450)

I didn't make this...)

Good point. @NineTailsNetwork (Jason) is this private?

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Originally Posted by Undercover (Post 154464)

Good point. @NineTailsNetwork (Jason) is this private?

@The Bloddy Kitty made this @Undercover ..

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Originally Posted by Undercover (Post 154464)

Good point. @NineTailsNetwork (Jason) is this private?

I didn't make this either. Please refer to the very first post, and sign up from there. This RP is not private.

Okay, sorry guys. Nine, your idea definitely makes sense. :)
@The Bloody Kitty would you be able to accept my charrrie named Sulferpaw on page 9?

Reaper was still in the tree

Crimson complained "what do we do"

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Originally Posted by Undercover (Post 154818)

Okay, sorry guys. Nine, your idea definitely makes sense. :)
@The Bloody Kitty would you be able to accept my charrrie named Sulferpaw on page 9?

accepted)

Name: Moalion
Age: 18 Moons (2 1/2 Years)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Small | Orange and White | Tabby | Dull Green Eyes | Born with no hearing
Personality: Caring | Hopeful | Logical | TBRP
Rank: Warrior
RP Example: Sandorrow's dark gaze scanned the clearing, unyielding, unemotional. His stature was of dark intelligence, his calculating scan catching everything. The ginger tom shifted to a standing position, his hard-muscled body arcing in a luxurious stretch. Shaking out his paws, the tom searched for something to do.
I wonder if anyone will wish to go hunting. After all, it was nearly sun-up. The fiery orb was just peeking over the edge of the fields, and Sandsorrow watched it curiously.
I wonder how it got their. Questions like this often came to him when he was alone...so often. But he enjoyed it. Lonlyness seemed to press upon his so often that's he began to lose the feeling of closeness. Being by himself began to take less of a toll on his sanity, which many would question at times. They had a right to, but it still caused him to become more guarded and firm with his beliefs, thoughts, words, and actions.

He Walks
He Talks
He Thinks
(You will have a hard time reading his words and thoughts if you are using the winter theme.)

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Originally Posted by Undercover (Post 155273)

Name: Moalion
Age: 18 Moons (2 1/2 Years)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Small | Orange and White | Tabby | Dull Green Eyes
Personality: Caring | Hopeful | Logical | TBRP
Rank: Warrior
RP Example: Sandorrow's dark gaze scanned the clearing, unyielding, unemotional. His stature was of dark intelligence, his calculating scan catching everything. The ginger tom shifted to a standing position, his hard-muscled body arcing in a luxurious stretch. Shaking out his paws, the tom searched for something to do.
I wonder if anyone will wish to go hunting. After all, it was nearly sun-up. The fiery orb was just peeking over the edge of the fields, and Sandsorrow watched it curiously.
I wonder how it got their. Questions like this often came to him when he was alone...so often. But he enjoyed it. Lonlyness seemed to press upon his so often that's he began to lose the feeling of closeness. Being by himself began to take less of a toll on his sanity, which many would question at times. They had a right to, but it still caused him to become more guarded and firm with his beliefs, thoughts, words, and actions.

He Walks
He Talks
He Thinks
(You will have a hard time reading his words and thoughts if you are using the winter theme.)

Accepted c;

Moalion sat at the edge of the clearing, her eyes downcast on the paw she was grooming. With a final lick, the she cat blinked, satisfied with her work. With a small flex of her shoulders, she look a scan around the camp with her dull green eyes. Her gaze fell on Canestar. She threw him a short, calculating glance before padding tver to the tomcat.
"You look like you've been doing some thinking." Moalion meowed to the leader, a small hint of curiosity tugging at her words. She wouldn't prod, but always the she-cat seemed to be at a thirst for knowledge.
"I hope I dinna interrupt."
@xxJaggededgexx

She Walks
She Talks
She Thinks

@Undercover

Canestar snapped out of his thinking, confused but very intrigued. "Oh, hi." He meowed, approvingly.