August 5th, 2024, 02:15 PM
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pfp by picklepotatochip!
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Join Date: Jun 2021
Status: nvm foggymask is cooked
Gender: Male, he/him u can use they/them too!
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oak's are strong, but all must fall at the claws of a soldier
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37 moons
purrks: lyrebird's lullaby (active), Billingual T1 (active | he/him |the assassin Ooo. He could scent thunderclan. And he needed another victim. His kills had been... sparse. He'd met a cat named... Twilightforest before. Maybe this cat was close to them. Maybe. He scrambled up a tree, adjusted his voice to match that cat's voice, and wailed. "Help me! I'm hurt! It was a coyote!!! Please, come save me!" he cried out in a pathetic, high-pitched tone, one that matched "Twilightforest"'s. He dug his claws into the cedar tree, making sure he didn't fall out and blow his cover.
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