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| xAmbyx | Spotkit | 5 | Dec 18 2009, 11:07 PM EST by Silverstrand | ||
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Thread started: Dec 17 2009, 9:29 PM EST
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((Wanna start here, Silvys?))
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| §wimmy | Sit Back, Relax, Enjoy the Ride ((Human RP)) (page: 1 2 3 4 5 ... last page) | 137 | Dec 16 2009, 6:21 PM EST by lemster | ||
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Thread started: Dec 5 2009, 11:07 PM EST
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((Yes, I'm posting this because I'm bored. Maybe we could have some fun))
Mallory stepped out of her house, and looked longingly at the Silverforest. She wouldn't disrupt her cats today, instead, she went to the local Two-leg pool, which naturally, was a favorite spot for her. It was awfully cold to be swimming, so she snapped her fingers and made it warm, like summer. That was the great thing about the imaginary Silverforest, she could make it warm when she wants to swim. She wondered briefly if anybody else would want to come and enjoy the nice weather. Grinning, she retrieved her phone from a very jumbled pool bag and sent out a message to her fellow RPers. "Pool party! Let's just enjoy the day for once," Snapping it shut, she stepped onto the divingboard and cannonballed into the water. |
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| xAmbyx | Herb Searching (page: 1 2 3 4) | 74 | Oct 13 2009, 6:57 PM EDT by lemonkit | ||
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Thread started: Sep 28 2009, 10:19 PM EDT
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A few moons ago, Mint had scratched a twoleg kit while defending her kits. . .
"No! Sage!" Mint screeched painfully, as the twolegs threw her into a cage. Sage looked at her mother with large, sad eyes, and mewed, "No! No!" She flung herself onto the cage, but the twoleg hit her with something, and her vision went foggy. . . Later, Mint and Sage had been dumped in a river, floating downstream in a picnic basket. Sage's collar was jingling in tune with Mint's collar. After they drifted onto a bank, they smelled cats. SightClan cats. Sage mewled, "Maybe we could live with SightClan." |
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