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Post by Sweetrose on Mar 12, 2021 12:09:36 GMT -5
Writing Template
PANTHERKIT . NIGHTCLAN . KIT
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THE LONE PANTHER
[Pantherkit is found at NightClan's border and taken to camp]
[Open]
[Open]
[3/12/2021]
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WRITING KEY:
Number of Sentences Per Paragraph: 4
Font Type: Verdana
Speaking Font Background Color: (Light Salmon Pink) #ff9999
Font Size: 10
Regular font for: Actions and decisions
Quotation marks for: dialogue
Italicized text for: Thoughts, followed by, You/They thought
Bold for: Emphasis, RAGE, and ANGER!
Point Of View: Second-Person
Single Quotation Marks ('): Quoting Words
Double Quotation Marks (''):
Beginning the speaking of words
Ellipsis (...): A pause at the end sentence, that would be too long.
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ROLEPLAY:
You were barely able to move. The sweet smell of your Mother's milk, slightly lingered in the air, but she was nowhere to be found. Your parents both rogues, had just up and left you at the border of the Clan that would take you in. You open your mouth and let out a wail, as you called for someone to help you.
You were hungry and cold. Your body was now shaking from the night winds as it blew over you. A heavy set of paws heading your way, could be heard. Was it someone coming to rescue you or was it someone who was going to eat you. You had no clue, and even if you did, you had no way of moving, you could barely move at all.
Darkmeadow had been spending more and more time alone, which was something she wasn't particularly fond of. She wknew that that was going to happen, though, once Duskveil became deputy. It was only natural that she had less time to see her partner. Still, there was a lonesomeness that came with her new position as the deputy's mate, and on long nights, she wished that she had someone else to occupy her time.
Luckily for her, that was exactly what she got as she came across the yoweling kit, her eyes wide. "Are you okay, sweetpea?" she asked as she ran over, aware that she wasn't sure that the kitten was old enough to speak. "Oh, come here, love," she mewed, pulling the kitten to her body to keep it warm.
