Cookboi

Copperkit looked toward her mother, her eyes questioning.

Copperkit continued to listen.

Copperkit perked her ears toward the voices.

Copperkit was partially soothed by this, but the noises were too loud for her to fully relax.

Although Copperkit quieted down, she couldn’t help her whimpers of fear at the noises outside.

Copperkit let out a small, feeble mew.

May I join? Name- Copper_ Gender- She-cat Pronouns- She/Her Clan- Fallen-clan Appearance- Lean ginger tabby w/ blue eyes and a long tail Personality- Ambitious, judgmental, stubborn, and dedicated

Some lil nicheling statues!

I had 1000..........

Terrifying is our motto!

1, mainly because it looks like you’re seeing the nichelings in their natural environment.

Can I apply to be a tester?

“Oh, so now you won’t let me rest”. Cinder said aloud, her fear turning to frustration as she looked for something to preoccupy her mind.

Relief washed over Cinder.

Sore form all the running, Cinder pressed herself against the sand. Maybe I can... think... away the whispers...

Cinder runs left.

M Y S O N H A S A R R I V E D

(Nah, I like the challenge.) Cinder began to frantically scan the camp for an escape from the noise.

(me back) Not being able to take the noise any more, Cinder flung herself out of the den.

Cinder’s spine tingled with fear. These whispers were... familiar? (I have to go, is that ok?)

Cinder wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked toward the noise.

Ye, I fixed it

Can I start playing?

*Maniacal laughter*

Can I roll for Dune or Oasis?