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  1. 3 minutes ago, randomspacecat said:

    Cracking. Cracking everything

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    I physically cannot draw this, so instead have an image. The Red Crossbill (simply 'Crossbill' in Niche) is a gene found on wanderers,  and provides 2 cracking and 1 collecting. It cannot scent.

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  2. Just now, randomspacecat said:

    No projects for you? Still, anyway, I don't get Memes. What's the point behind it? 

    I've got a week off ^^

    For fun! I also mostly upload memes to this site because I don't have anywhere else I can put them 

  3. 6 minutes ago, randomspacecat said:

    I've had two tests, 14 hours of sleep over the last week and still feel more alive than this forum today. Is this universal project-deadline month? 

    I don't know, actually. :? 

    I've been on a tumblr binge, and attempting to find blank memes so i can Memeify this thread, 

  4. Name: Juniper-tongue

    Gender: Male

    Eye color: Dull Copper

    Fur color: Frost Point (Lilac Point Siamese)

    Personality/Expression: Extremely extravagant, with an ability of always getting into- and out of- trouble. He never seems to be able to sit still well, having needing to do something with himself; he's not often taken to gatherings, and is quite naive due to this. Despite this, he has great emotional intelligence and is often the first to notice when a cat is upset, angry, ect.

    Details/other: Only has one canine tooth! 

  5. A playthrough of (the old version of) Ikla's Plague, because I realised that some rules may seem a little vague. 

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    They had washed up on this strange shore, alone and shivering, fur reddened with fever and malady. From the other side of the sandy bank, a strange, black-furred nicheling raises his head and stares at the couple- he does not speak, but a sense of dread builds in their gut. What does this one know that they do not? 

    Senses dulled, they turn and flee into the open water by the side of the sand bank; fearful. Afraid. 

     

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    Their fear is all but forgotten, even as the two breed- there was dread bubbling in the nearby water, and blood is scented in the air. Something was coming, something was here to slaughter them. 

     

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    Another Sick One emerges, drawn out by the sense pulling her away from the... centre. She whimpers and sobs, curling herself into the water-bodied male. Nobody has names here. They die.

     

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    The plague claims it's first victims. Yellow-Double-Claw watches her mother choke upon her own blood and mucus, eyes burning and blistering. She feels something amused beside her. 

     

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    But amid the Sick Ones, a strange, long-horned one emerges. She speaks of not being sick, of being untied from life.

    They do not see her green eyes, glittering away in the grasses. 

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