private FIFTEEN HUNDRED ON ALCOHOL // cornflower

FROM COFFIN TO THE CRADLE
I GOT DEMONS, I GOT ANGELS
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ternfrost 23 moons female she/her shadowclan queen
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Parenthood is a strange thing - but Ternfrost is enjoying it, she supposes. There is something about having tiny figures relying on her that leaves her content - settled, as though the cat who got the canary. An upbringing she'd never been allowed - that's her goal, since they day she found out that they would someday exist. And if that means lazing about in the leaf-fall sunlight, fur fluffed up against the cold as she answers questions? Well, then that's what she'll do. " So what do you want to know? " she asks, voice low and lilting - tail swishing languidly behind her.

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'
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I - S H O U L D- H A V E- B E E N- B O R N- W I T H-
A -W A R N I N G- L A B E L
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// @CORNFLOWERKIT