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Post by dragon on Aug 24, 2008 11:31:23 GMT -5
Okay. I finallyl decided to do this. I made a bord for all those lovey dovey Legend kittie couples/singels!
You guessed it! My new favorite couple SymphoniaPaw and Blister!
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Post by water on Aug 24, 2008 17:55:52 GMT -5
Haha! Fav couple for now is Fayreign and Glacierheart because they have so many problems with the other but they adore each other all the same.
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Post by dragon on Aug 27, 2008 19:41:11 GMT -5
Awwww. Welll you rp them here!
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Post by water on Aug 28, 2008 19:17:54 GMT -5
Err.... no thanks. Fayreign is Seren's cat... O.o
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Post by seren on Aug 29, 2008 22:36:56 GMT -5
ooc: For Glacierheart and Fayreign:
Le: Several days had passed since Fayreign had confronted Glacierheart and gotten to know his kits. Shaded under the sturdy oak towards LegendClan borders, she examined her surroundings, taking it all in one breath at a time. Everything was intensified by her new vision. She half expected her mate to appear out of thin air before her at any moment.
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Post by water on Aug 30, 2008 13:54:45 GMT -5
ooc/// Same as seren:
Glacierheart padded up to Fayreign and sat next to her. "Hey you," he purred.
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Post by seren on Aug 30, 2008 14:21:38 GMT -5
Startled, she was unable to supress a gaspy mew. "Glacierheart, I was just thinking about you," she replied, ears flattening in humiliation. Here she was with the greatest tom-cat of the Clan making an utter berk of herself.
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Post by dragon on Aug 30, 2008 16:58:53 GMT -5
ooc: LOL!! 'making an utter berk' LOL!! thats so halarious!
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Post by seren on Aug 30, 2008 17:02:44 GMT -5
She's my English kitty; what else would she say? ;3 (Besides, I get so tired of always using the word "fool".)
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Post by dragon on Aug 30, 2008 17:15:04 GMT -5
ooc: hm.....lol i'll think of something else for her to say....bloody 'ell.....lol
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Post by seren on Aug 30, 2008 17:16:21 GMT -5
Pillock's always fun to use. As well as another word that I put on the censored list...
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Post by dragon on Sept 1, 2008 1:27:00 GMT -5
so you guys are the ones who deal with that kinda stuff...I always wondered!
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Post by dragon on Sept 1, 2008 1:42:33 GMT -5
ooc: Okay, here come the young lovers!
bic/L: It was sunrise and Blister was just starting to stir as well. SymphoniaPaw had awakened some hours ago, because of Blister mumbling in her sleep. As Blister's eye opened, the sparks of her tail popped alive. Soon a rolling sizzle (one much like the sound of a frying pan frying bacon) was quietly making its way out from around her. As the 'sparks' fell to the ground, the hit the ground like snowflakes, refusing to light anything on fire, and instead melting into the ground.
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Post by dragon on Sept 1, 2008 1:50:18 GMT -5
L: She walked out of the low celinged den, with every step she took, her paws came alive and shimmered. The sparks hovered slightly around her paws and then fadded out just in time for the same foot to hit the ground again.
Symphoniapaw noticed all of this is acute eyes as he analyzed how amazing she looked. Her bright red fur matched the sky behind her. It was the symbolisum. His very own gift from Starclan. They had created this beautiful she-cat and now they had put her in his life to match all the pain that he had suffered alone through. But something told him he would never have to be alone again. She was his new begining.
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Post by dragon on Sept 1, 2008 1:58:51 GMT -5
L: Blister saw Symphoniapaw and her blue eyes were suddenly as alive as her tail and paws. Those deep lakes of water were suddenly rippling with life. She walked as quickly as she could without running over to him. "HEY YOU!!" She said with a deep purr rising in her chest. She was extreamly happy to see him. She had felt him get up and leave the den in the middle of the night. The reason had her worried. He had kept her warm all night long, and suddenly he was just gone.
"Hey Blister!" 'Play it cool man...play it cool!' His thought told him to try to remain calm, but the plum purple notes on his canary fur were bouncing like crazed teens in a mosh pit. It was impossible to tell that he had not been waiting for her, and was increably happy to see her.
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