Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*i was waiting for tara to rp blackkit, unless i should just start?*
(>call me void for it is what i am<)
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*I think you can start, we could do Nightkit instead.*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*alright brobably best. so nightkit is washing down the river or such*
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*yep*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
onyx, from the roof of a building by the riverbank, spots said kit and jumps down into the stream, and drags the kit to shore
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Nightkit struggles wildly before looking up at their rescuer. “Who’re you?” They ask.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"the cat that just saved your life. be grateful it was me and not someone else" as i am seen more clearly, a clean hole was visible through the center of my right ear
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Padding along the outer edge line of Dark Clan's territory is a bulkier cat, a maine coon of sorts covered in thick fur and a few slashing scars along the back that blend in with the darker tabby stripes along its coat. Strangely, its claws glint a golden color, unsheathed and visible, head held low to the ground to better take in nearby scents. It's tail swishes, ears perked and alert for danger.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“What’s that hole?” Nightkit asks, pointing. “Oh! Also thanks. Yeah thanks. I’m still learning please and thanks.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
The cat hears the sound of rustling nearby as a young cat peeks his head out of a bush. He’s a dark gray color, very fluffy, with amber eyes and sharp claws and fangs. He looks around nervously. “Hey! What are you doing on our territory?” He sniffs the ground just to make sure. “Yeah… I think this is our territory. Yeah. Sorry. Wait why am I saying sorry? Ughhhhhh… Anyways, who’re you?”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
They give the younger cat a quizzical look, tail flicking. "Ours? There is only one of you. I am hungry. Surely, in such plentiful season, it is not a crime to share. And.. you think this is your territory?" They give the air another sniff. "That is why it must smell so.. strongly of other felines. Inconvenient." They flex their golden claws, nearly unnaturally long accoutrements and upon closer look, seem to have rather painfully replaced their former claws judging from how the material protrudes from where the bone would naturally be.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
bullet hole, or thunderstick as you may know it. lets get you back to you clan before something decides you look like a good snack *i gesture to follow me*
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“Yeah… I know there’s only one of me. Jeez this was a bad idea. But it’s the warrior code! Find somewhere else to hunt!” He glances at the claws squeamishly. “That looks nasty.” The words slip from his mouth. “Uhhh… I guess you make sense. But I could get in trouble!”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
“S-snack? People eat cats?”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*onyx snorted* hardly. but wild dogs roam here, and even if they dont get you, the twolegs dont act kindly to wildcats. now get a moveon before i change my mind, kit *i started walking towards the forest*
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Nightkit bounds after Onyx. “So… are you a kittypet?”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*I turn suddenly, a low snarl in my throat, as i push my face into his* dont you dare compare me to those pampered soft excuses for felines. *i turned just as suddenly and resumed walking into the forest*
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Nightkit squeals. “Bbbbut… you’re not part of a clan?”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
no. *i returned to silence and continued walking*
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“So… you’re a rogue?”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.