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3 yrs ago
Current Do what I do and write two novels and then have like 4 people read them B)
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3 yrs ago
We've got a certified "Bozo Down" today
3 yrs ago
Also why's everyone getting so pressed about writing perspectives like dude just go write a book lol
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3 yrs ago
Might want to pick it back up before I put it in my wallet
3 yrs ago
40k fans are like the "Can he beat Goku" guys of Science Fiction
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Bio

Literally 1984 by Jorjor Well

Most Recent Posts

I feel like my characters are very boring XD

I can't wait to kill off Frostbite with no remorse...No one will mind?
@corrosiveYou'll come across them at the Border of Thunderclan...
@ChronoBovinoNot for a fight...she acts nice...until she knows them 'Too well'...
@Ginger KollieI am the law now...Undercover detective secret services shooter spy man guy thiiing...that's my ID rank...
@corrosiveOooooooooooooooooooooh...close to the Border, y'say? Maybe one could meet an Wild Python? :O
@ChronoBovinoJust checked. No one spoke to me :D

-No. 1 loner-

4/10 - "Put in Shrek."
@Ginger Kollie Also...sorry about the lack of Activity I'm currently having...It is hard to keep up with you all. And I have no idea if I've been interacted with or not ;3;
@BlizzYou do realise we mentioned not using OC clans, right?
@OriorShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...joking..........although...still...XD
Frostbite


He simply shrugged off her over-excited antics. What he needed to focus on was delivering the Vole he caught in such a strange way, back to the Clan so he can receive some sort of praise from Hawkstar, something which satisfied him dearly. He turned, leaving Angelfeather once more as she scrambled to pick her catch up. As she called for him from behind, he was already gone, disappearing into the Clan boundaries.

He took a peep inside, noticing it starting to crowed up a little bit. He sighed. Frostbite hated crowds, hence why he always avoided Gatherings. He always had an excuse to slip out of them. Smooth and steady, he was. Taking it slow and finishing, he plodded back into the camp. A drag of the vole was held up high from his tail. Strange sight, as it was. Some still hadn't gotten used to the fact of how different and strange he was. His tail strength was quite fascinating in some ways, though. How dependent he was at using it was what had kept him alive. Nothing would ever really be as difficult as it was as long as his sleek and furry tail was in the picture. Greatness and happiness had followed as he smiled, putting the Fresh-kill onto the pile. Frostbite didn't want to stay around for too long...but looked around to see if he had actually made a good name for himself. Though there were some un-named eyes watching him from around the Clan, he sighed. He figured Hawkstar wasn't around to see his catch, as he padded to the Elder's den to see his 'Mother'...
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