xenobiology
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About Me
Howdy! You're welcome to call me Xeno! I'm GNC and Queer, I use fae/they/sidhe pronouns, and I've been role-playing online since around 2011. Used to be really into Warriors growing up but fizzled out around high school. Nostalgia's brought me back though and I'm more than excited to get back into it all!
I'm currently a college student studying zoology & I have chronic pain + chronic fatigue. If I'm slow to respond I apologize, but feel free to message me over on Discord or PM me!
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Post by xenobiology on Jun 25, 2022 23:51:46 GMT
RIVER MOON, 2021
Tag: @ N/A Words: 249 Bigs || Molly, She/He || 36 Moons
Bigs had heard a lot of talk in the alleyways. Much of said talk was cheap; lies that didn't hold much weight in water. But he knew some of it was worth more than it first appeared to. So when Bigs had heard word of some weird cats going past the limits of the upwalker's places, he was a little more than curious. So early in the morning when the sun was still just barely peaking over the horizon, Bigs set out through the alleys towards the edge where the buildings started to peter out and make way for the forest. Though, Bigs never left the very edge of the buildings. Knew better than to run her way out into the open where she didn't know right paw from left paw.
Instead, Bigs found an old upwalker rotbox and clambered his way up onto the top. There, he sat down and watched the alley and edge quietly. Bigs knew a lot about rumors and in her experience the best way to confirm them was to do it yourself. So she waited, wondering just what exactly cats would be doing going out of the alleys and into the largest unknown Bigs could think of off the top of his head. Maybe they knew something he didn't. Or maybe they just had a death wish. Bigs just couldn't be certain without a little more intel and she was more than willing to wait for it to find its way to her.
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Solaris
Warrior
445 Posts
Sol/Solaris | Ae/he/they | 16
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Post by Solaris on Aug 21, 2022 2:54:14 GMT
F I N C H She/Her | 58 Moons | Rogue Since returning to the monotonous landscape of twolegplace, Finch found a den in an alleyway. It was nothing much, just a slanting roof to the entrance of an dusty-looking twoleg den, but it provided enough shelter from rain, and no twolegs entered the area. It was quiet… usually. A thud of feet, followed by a hollow rattling sound woke Finch up. She jolted upright, searching for the source of the disturbance. Sure enough, there was a cat standing on top of a rotbox at the other end of the alley.
Finch blinked away the bleariness that clouded her vision, creeping towards the ginger-furred stranger that sat upon the rotbox. She flicked her head up, cleared her throat, and spoke in a gravelly, exhausted voice. “What are you doing here?”
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