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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 12, 2015 3:35:00 GMT
oh its nothing bad -pets head reassuringly- i just am thinking about redesigning my character that i consider my fursona hes litterally my babu and i dont want to hurt him or anything but i was also thinking shoud he be a girl? idk see i came up with him on a whim and i dont really draw him alot but hes my fuckin bAE and idk what to do about his blasted gender god hes an asshole >.> but then i was thinking about making him into two one girl one dood but then i was like first of all what would i call th gril and second of all that would be too complicated so then i was like what if he is gender fluid? that way i can draw him as a girl and a dood when ever i want to and he can have two diferent personalities but idk idk what to do hes my bab
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 12, 2015 8:41:44 GMT
ok its 4:40 am i will sit here and stare at the window until i can see the grass then i will look at the clock and clock the exact time
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edit;; okidoki, it's 5:40 and i can see the grass i wouldnt have noticed it if i wasnt looking for it so i guess that means its time for me to hit the hay XD
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 15, 2015 17:59:46 GMT
Howlpaw drifted away from the box when Robinpaw sneezed and it caught fire. He nudged Foxpaw back towards the shore, his entire coat filled with water. His eyes would have been stinging, if he was a normal cat. He got a useful gift, one that wasn't hard to use but difficult to shut down. All his life, Howlpaw had strived to be the best apprentice he could be. He was ambitious and knew what he wanted from life but now he'd been cast out. His anger gave him the strength to push Foxpaw until she could stand in the water. Then he turned to look at Robinpaw and Silverpaw. The latter had just slipped into the water and was currently sinking. Silverpaw had been unconscious since last night. "Silverpaw!" he yowled. Panicked, the red tom dove under the water, feeling her belly fur brush against his upper back, he kicked out his hind legs to reach the surface. His head bobbed back above the water, Silverpaw's head rested atop his limply. He could feel her strangled breath, for the water had entered her lungs, and he swam as quick as a soggy apprentice could to the shore. "Owlpaw... help," he called, though he hated to ask. He turned his head to the side a bit. "Robinpaw, can you swim here?" he asked, his legs trembling from being on dry land.
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