November 19th, 2023, 12:09 AM
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⌗ ✶ dog days are over
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Join Date: Dec 2016
Status: 彡 ╰► werewolf on the hunt ✩˚｡⋆
Gender: wolfboy ✧ they/he/it/howl/fang/any neos
Bump Policy: ‧₊˚✩彡 3 days / 1 day if time sensitive
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search for catmint [ p ]
✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ [ COWTUFT ‼ ] ˚｡⋆ ༘˚✧┆彡 THE GENTLE GIANT | WINDCLAN'S MEDICINE CAT | 27 MOONS ✮✮✮ ✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars
╭₊˚ purrks﹕monkey's paw, the collector, herb knowledge, kitty softpaws ₊˚੭
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cowtuft shuffled about the twoleg gardens. he was on the search for a few fresh pieces of catmint. fresh but he would take anything he could, to be honest. the frost was beginning to settle in deep and it would take away these herbs. he wouldn't be shocked if it hadn't already happened. so, cowtuft searched and searched. his hindleg burned in protest but he weaved through crooked fences and wandered about. eventually, and he didn't know how long but he was able to find 2 pieces of catmint. not the most freshest but it was something. he nodded contently. best to not push his luck today (he could hear a dog barking in the distance) and he made a route back home.
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❝ hold on tight to this time,
this place 'cause everything you know will be erased.
you were born inside your head.
and that is where you'll be when you are dead. ❞
-- easing back into roleplay / dealing with finals --
꒰ pronouns.cc꒱
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