[ Momo ]'s Den

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the roles we play
_{Listed below are some character sheets. You’re welcome to peruse and if you happen to be interested in some one-on-one role-play, then feel free to shoot me a message! As of right now I’m only open to using Lioden/forum thread for role-playing. Thank youuu.}

warrior cats based
shadowfang
{ female • 27 moons.. so she says • silky obsidian fur drapes over a svelte bodice • moody sapphire eyes • clanless, but a warrior at heart • once bonded to windstorm • kits:snakekit, berrykit, stormcloud, secretstorm • quarrelsome / intuitive / quirky / loyal / introverted / protective of her family }
birds were twittering as canary rays peeked through the thistle brush of the den, prompting a sapphire orb to open to a slit. morning already? the inky queen thought sleepily to herself. blinking slowly, shadowfang noticed she was alone in the nest. the matron isn’t a stranger to two tabby cats invading her bubble. what the..?
"MOTHER!"
oh, neato, they’ve started at it already. shadowfang groaned aloud to herself, rising to her paws and stomped into the clearing already so, soo tired. ”I told you we shouldn’t have–“ ”Oh yeah? You wanted–“ two pairs of matching blue eyes locked on her immediately, and both cats rushed to their mother to deliver paramount news.
"enough with the yowling! What? shadow snapped. the twins, however, were too amped to calmly conduct themselves, and the male tabby spoke, rather than hollered like before. "seriously, mom, there's an intruder–"
"–in our territory, mom!" the sister interrupted frantically. stormcloud shot a look at his littermate, mouth opening to retort, but shadowfang hissed, "we are not clan cats; we cannot own land anywhere." a sense of anxiety flooded the queen's body. her twins are all she's got of the past. protecting them is everything.. even though they can raise the blood pressure of a rock. taking a few paces into the direction they dashed from, shad inhaled deeply, inviting the scents into her lungs. they're right, someone is nearby.. friend or foe, it's best not to know. both young cats flanked shadow, their fear scent almost choking the seasoned she-cat. "hackles down," shadowfang managed a soothing tone, despite her own worry prickling her dark fur. "we must travel to high peaks–"
"–but the waterfall frightens me!" secretstorm expressed earnestly in attempt to dissuade her. "everything scares you," stormcloud muttered under his breath. shadowfang flicked her tail to silence their bickering, and started west in the direction of their spring hideout. they followed closely at a brisk trot, and each feline hoped that whoever was out there did not trail behind them.
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stonepaw
{ male • 12 moons • gray tabby with charcoal markings • amber windows to the soul • once apprenticed to sunclan until a terrible outbreak of green cough wiped everyone out • too young for love or kits • shy / a chatterbox when nervous / gold hearted / patient / hard-working / longs to make a difference }
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wolf based
ribbon
{ female • 4 seasons • sleek brown fur with cinder markings • brilliant almost gold, honey eyes • loner • mourns her lost sweetheart, “captain” jack • no offspring • melancholy / friendly / obsessive / adventurous / outlandish / admires the ocean and catching fish }
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percy
{ male • immortal; 127 • black coat with whitish fur stretching across his neckline • emerald orbs • nomadic • many past loves and countless children • sweet / inquisitive / secretive / snarky when hungry / lazy; can be found napping in various locations / a fan of the sunsets }
how do you know you’re alive? sure you’d have to have a heartbeat and some form of electrical activity in your brain. yet, that is only for starters; every creature begins that way.
it was dusk. there was no note of what day it could be, nor the exact location. somewhere south.. maybe. things were blending together in a way where it felt like.. nothing. days were bland, weeks were morose, and months were literal years.
jasmine and lavender aromas hung thick in the air, slightly charred by the relentless sun. fog swirled through the woods waving its cool fingers through the brush. night shift is always a welcome relief. especially to this semi-nocturnal gentle-wolf. ”perhaps I might see how long I can go without food. I haven’t fasted in almost twenty years,” percy drawled to no one in particular. he had no companions. they’ve all died. and he’s become particularly nutty not having any interaction in almost ten years. percy knows how to engage. in fact the patron craves gossip so much, he’s imagined an audience. “different” versions of himself.
Snout to the sky, his maw parted to utter madness. ”oh beautiful tangerine pecks upon the ever darkening firmament, won’t you powder glowing purple and brilliant magentas back upon your cheeks? I beg you not to part from me as you are the only way I breathe, the only vision i ever wish to see,” the lad said in a most sophisticated manner. the dialect reminded him of his commencement into life as a dispersal. another reminder..a bachelor this wolf is cursed to remain. ”great dire wolf, am i really the only one here?” this time calling for someone. anyone.

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