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Feb 18, 2008 18:04:02 GMT -5
Post by Blackheart on Feb 18, 2008 18:04:02 GMT -5
Blackheart's black and gray pelt glowed a soft white against the early mourning sun. The ground was covered with layouts of snow and ice sending a cold breeze up to her belly as she padded toward the Thunderpath. All u could see was white. She had no idea where the heck she was walking in her ‘wanderings’, which just so happens to be the 12 that week. The NightClan had been in a war with the BoneClan and they where having a huge food shortage. Her stomach had literally shrunk from that fall.
Blackheart stepped forward few steps forward and the ground started rumbling and shaking. And she was… on the road! ‘Crap!’ a gray monster zoomed forward toward her. A bearded teenager was at the wheel on his cell. Blackheart sprinted out of the way. The teen had a holy nuts sort of look on his face. A cat stepped behind her and…
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Feb 20, 2008 20:11:34 GMT -5
Post by sunstripe on Feb 20, 2008 20:11:34 GMT -5
((Um... Blackheart, I've told you before. You're using liquid-time, which is role-playing in multiple threads at once, you're using your cat on the WRONG territory, and you're using chatspeak, though just a bit.
Your character hasn't even been accepted, either. You CAN'T roleplay yet, and even when you do, you HAVE to role-play in one thread, on the RIGHT territories.
Oh, and cats don't know what cell phones are. And I can tell you cursed, since a human probably wouldn't say "holy nuts". I know what word that's a censor for.))
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