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A meek, unassuming file slinks to your end of the table. Despite its simplicity, you feel uncharacteristic interest in it…
“Ah, Aquifer Aquifer Aquifer, my good… frien
A gold inlaid file is handed over to your side of the table, its size hefty and impressive as it rattles the wooden surface a bit.
“Now we’re talking some high caliber
A dusty, forgotten file is slid to you, marked with a black ribbon on the spine.
“Well.. if you’re a family member of hers then uh.. my condolences.. Oh, you’re not? W
A meager, standard issue file slips over to your end of the table. The cover has a gritty film of dust on it.
“So you’re lookin’ for what? An iron worker? Well, I was
An old, worn, and forgotten file slides across the table to you. A few swipes of the spiderwebs are needed to open it.
“Banana eh? Little ol’ banana… Poor chap. Becaus
A decorated, gold gilded file is planted onto your end of the table. It seems to have had attentive care.
“Cholla, or should I say, General Cholla of the Sandwing Arm
A modest file sits before you, one with natural materials and decorative wooden framing.
“Ah, yes, the Holy Mud Monks. Probably the most dedicated group to peace and r
A sinister, scratched file skids over to your side of the table. A large “WANTED” stamp indents the surface.
“Not really the type you should be looking for, you know.”
A dusty file skids over to your end of the table. A few brushes clear away the spiderwebs.
“Eh, this thing’s seen better days. I could say the same for the dragon that
A torn, stained file drops on your end of the table. It seems to have been saved from being recycled.
“Heh, scored this one before they tried to cut it up. I can see w
A thin file slides over to your end of the table, accompanied by a large “WANTED” stamped diagonally across the leather surface.
“I’m pretty sure I know why you want t
A worn file slides over to your end of the table, a small lantern illuminating the stack of parchment that lay staunchly censored with bars of black ink.
“This guy.” A
Your mother died giving birth to you, and your father—driven mad—massacred the palace before abandoning you in the concubines’ quarters. You met him again by chance when you
𓆩🕊𓆪 || What if.. he didn't die?Swiftpaw was standing over Brightpaw as she lay unconscious with half her face ripped off seeping blood, his fur bristled, the tip of his tail
"He wasn't cold, he was just broken."yooooooooo a warrior cats bot? thats right pookies.
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💔 | Dohwa was tried of trying win user’s heart, finally breaking down in front of them…
I want to say that I DID NOT read this manga and I don’t quite know much about
can I forgive you mother?
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TW: dark, angst, mention of death and cruelty, change of cannon
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