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Thank you so much to everyone who participated in this year’s gift exchange! As always, your creations were absolutely wonderful and you never fail to blow me away with your talent and creativity! To find your name in...
Okay, so this post is a little later than what I would’ve wanted, but I’ve had a busy week 😛 I’m also a little tired, so, only one cat pic this time 😛 You’re getting plenty from Cadvent, anyway...
The seventh edition of the Blog Monthly is here – written by Lil, fresh off the printing press Hello, everyone!! The Blog Monthly is back and better than ever! I hope you all love this edition, in my opinion it is one...
Frostclaw shares various opinions they have about the series.
claimed!
claimed
yeah anyways im giving this to poppypaw
I’m not sure what I’m going to use this for yet. Maybe start a roleplay.
I’ve decided I’m going to give this to Minktail for her roleplay.
Thank you, Poppypaw!
This will be the page where Gatherings for An Age of Blood and Bone are held.
RULES OF THE GATHERING:
The Gathering will take place every three weeks on Fridays. The first leader to arrive at the Gathering each time is responsible for creating the leader announcement thread (where each Clan leader can give news from their Clans). Otherwise, feel free to create interaction threads for every cats. Please keep non-leader interactions out of the announcement threads to avoid confusion.
Let the Gathering begin!
Lotus-
Lotus dug her claws into the soft wood of a fallen tree. It seemed to lead to a small island,hopefully it would be safe enough for mair to rest there. She had been travelling moorland for days,straying into clan territory after a while. There wasn’t much prey,so mae decided to move on and find a new place,and now she was slowly making mair way across a tree bridge.
The wind blew through her fur,soothing her slightly. Mae felt uneasy. The air was thick with tension,but she wasn’t sure why. It was eerily quiet,cat nor prey was out that night. But it still felt like eyes were on mair pelt,like someone-something-was watching her. And very faintly,she could smell blood.
Claimed!😀