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  1. 5 minutes ago, —(••÷[ ⓦέภ𝐝𝓲gØ ]÷••)— said:

    Have you designed the children? If not, may I?

    Also, would you want them to be put up for a "rp adoptable?"

    They would still be your characters, but another person might rp as them.

    Sorry, I know that twas a lot of questions xD

    Feel free to do that! (also, they don't have to be my characters anymore if someone rps as them)

  2. Name: Ratshell

    Gender Pronouns: He/Him

    Appearance: A long-eared furry cat with a long snout, Ratshell easily blends in with rocks due to his gray fur color. He does have a lot of scars, most notably on his neck and face, and he is also rather short.

    Bio: Ratshell is a tom that doesn't usually think before doing, and isn't the most patient. He does try to be rather respectful, making sure he treats others the way he wants to be treated, though his jokes do end up usually offending a few. Ratshell also isn't the most emotional of toms, but he does sometimes open up to his closest buddies, usually regretting it afterwards as he is very secretive.

    Other: He has a daughter named Woolymouse and a son named Ratnose. 

  3. 8 minutes ago, Possum Girl said:

    What came after that?

    Simple: Absolute panic and chaos.

    Nobody really knew how to fight these things, and the fact that most hadn't even seen one of them before seriously added to the fear.

    Everybody scattered, and the monsters followed suit. 

    The jungle left a lot of dead ends.

     

    Pocky was almost completely unconcerned about this situation.

    He simply sat there, tail curled around his paws, and listened to the rain.

    Wildfire was next to him, though she was a lot more panicked and yelling something that he couldn't hear or really cared about.

    Oh, wait-

    A couple of them were coming his way.

    That's an issue.

    He stood up, flinching as his ears finally decided to pick up on something that wasn't the rain. Screams. Lots of them.

    "Do you know how to fight these?!"

    "Do you?!"

    Pocky watched as Wildfire and Chardonnay backed up as the monsters got closer, standing on the edge of the river.

    He didn't move a muscle, tilting his head as one of the monsters was mere inches away.

    Wildfire pulled him back, staring at him like he was insane. Maybe he was.

    It's not normal to be unafraid of death.

     

    He had an idea.

    Without a word, he grabbed Chardonnay by the scruff, pulling him forward to sit in front of the other two. Before he could say anything, Pocky curled his tail around, pricking Chardonnay in the throat with the tip.

    The other nicheling slowly slumped down, losing conciousness from the venom. Just as he seemed to fall asleep, Pocky tossed him to the monsters, watching as they stopped.

    Within heartbeats, the creatures were going to town on the body, tearing it apart with gorey ripping sounds and snappng the bones under their teeth.

    Wildfire was frozen, staring at the monsters. Pocky simply nudged her, gesturing to follow as he ran towards a safe space.

     

    "Wh-what?! Why?-Why would you do that?!" She hissed at him when they stopped by the rocks, something in her eyes...what was it?

    Black. Why is she feeling black? Black isn't good.

    She looked angry-very angry, in fact.

    Like how thorns feel on your pads, how mud smells, how-

    He shrugged, feeling a rush of orange-green-purple and purple-red run through his veins.

    "He didn't feel anything."

     

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