i got my red dress on tonight ((p; Skyler/Lockie))

Suiren · Mar 30th 2014

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I let it fall, my heart;
And as it fell, you rose to claim it

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[font=times new roman][color=black][size=9pt] The Tribe of... Of...
Summerpaw really couldn't remember. The Tribe of...
Okay. Whatever. The Tribe of some poetic description of nature. That was most likely it. She knew of that other tribe, the Tribe of Many Storms or whatever that was, but she always got the two confused. Not a good sign, considering that she was basically a diplomat, but she had time to learn, right?
The head merchant wasn't really here to trade. She'd just escaped from SunClan, not knowing there was a battle, and had aimlessly stumbled onto the tribe's territory. Her sense of direction was absolutely awful; it was a wonder she hadn't fallen off a cliff. Perhaps that was due to her disorganization.
At least she wasn't a [i]huge mess. There had been worse. Luckily, she had learned the lesson of cleanliness: be clean or the other high positions and older cats will just think you're a ratty kit and not head merchant. Now, that was annoying. I am not a ratty kit, she had thought bitterly, grooming her fluffy cinnamon calico coat thoroughly (much to her disgust) as she left SunClan. I am a head merchant! A diplomat! A trader! Unlike you, you stupid NPC warrior.
What did Summerpaw know about this tribe? Well, considering that she stumbled on the name, little to nothing. Well, it was a tribe, right? Therefore cats had to have the cool names like "Rock that Sits on Mountain" or "Happy Unicorn that Farts Rainbows" or something. Why they chose to have such mouthfuls to say, she would never know. At least they were an ally... right? Probably? Most likely?
Ack. She needed to study, or she'd stumble into some anti-Clan territory to trade and be impaled by an enemy.

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Naturally nature · Mar 30th 2014

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]in the bright rays of sunshine, the characteristic bright colorization of skyler's pelt grew to be eye catching, caught up with ebony stripes that eased the appearance with tufts of white spreading about. this bright pelt caused problems from now to then, however not to the owner. unless something changed and officially plants would run away frightened as some bright colored tigress would want to pick them up and heal her tribesmates. or eat them. depending on the time of the day, that is.

yellow green eyes flashing about, an excited squeal escaped her, a sight unusual. a calico feline a little further the way. stepping into the hiding of a tree, her head popped into view, a rock balancing on her head. her rock. her pet, of sorts. she made him, a rock with a painted smile and eyes. some might find it weird, but they never had pets probably. "who is that?" the healer in training briefly wondered in a whisper to her "pet".

eventually deciding to step out, her eyes focused on the fem. they were about the same size, taking that the stranger was fluffy and older, while she was quite short furred rather and had only reached three moons of life so far, leaving her quite pitifully small. as it was not yet the day to go into battle of any sorts, it didn't matter. not now. not at the day. plus, if she completed her training hopefully she would never have to use her teeth and claws to do such horrible deeds. slowed down by her wrongly healing broken front paw, she grinned at the stranger. no, the "stranger danger" never exactly appealed to her. "hello there, what's your name? and why are you on tribe of burning eclipse's territory, miss?"[/fancypost]

Summerparasol · Mar 30th 2014

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I let it fall, my heart;
And as it fell, you rose to claim it

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[font=times new roman][color=black][size=8] Oh! A tiger. With a rock on her head. At first, the kitten didn't know what to think. Then her maw split into her usual crooked grin. "Hey! I'm Summerpaw. Head merchant from TidalClan." The cinnamon calico gave a small dip of her head in hurried greeting to the little tigress, then another to the rock. She was used to eccentric cats; in fact, she was rather fond of them.
"I'm just a bit lost," Archipelagoisland's daughter continued, her mew acquiring a sheepish tone. "Sorry for intruding." At least she was being polite. Ah. Tribe of Burning Eclipse. So [i]that was the name. Right! The leader was... Standstill? And that guy's brother, right? Ah. Memories. Finally. At last her crammed studies were flooding back. Not quite flooding, though. More of a trickle. Considering how little she knew, it was a miracle she could recall anything.
Summerpaw then turned to the cute little cub. She was really cute. Kind of like Jericho, but tinier. In fact, she really reminded Summy of Jericho somehow. She couldn't place her whisker on how-- was it her persona? No. Jericho was so timid, whereas she seemed bubbly and welcoming. Ah. It was her scent. It was vaguely herbal, carrying a trace of the sweet scent of plants. Was she a medic? Or a medic-hopeful? Perhaps. Then again, Summy herself tended to smell like Klondike after hauling herbs to trade or working in her garden. Maybe in the tribe they, too, had gardens.
Or she could have really stumbled upon a miniature medicine cat or healer or whatever they called it. Healer, right? Yes. Probably. "Nice to meet you. What's your name?" the merchant ventured after snapping out of her inner queries. Her bright heterochromatic optics-- silver left, aqua right-- studied Skyler curiously, but not as if she were a specimen. More like a possible playmate, or a new friend that her parents had introduced to her.

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Naturally nature · Mar 30th 2014

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]as the tidalclanner spoke, tenderly did skyler take the rock off her head, placing it in the ground, half expecting the thing to ran off like a pet and play somehow, but it remained still, staring ahead with a crooked thin line of a smile. oh well. what could you expect of a rock, overall. tail thumping against the ground as she took a seat down beside her makeshift pet, her limey eyes fixed on the summerpaw.

head merchant? was that a high position? or semi high position, no difference. was she similar to her? joy! skyler had rarely seen someone that held a special position like she did. it didn't stop her from having friends. four. three of the four actually living. that didn't matter though, did it? the thing was she actually made a few friends. her pet rock, gréine, miasma and nightfury. and maybe the darkclanner she grew fond of, but they never saw each other. that would be all four of her friends, and now hopefully a new one could be added.

understanding quite well how it was to be lost, she simply nodded, beaming a smile. the healer to-be set a twisted paw on her pet, "skyler resurgam, a healer to-be of our tribe. i suppose that's like medic trainee, or isn't it called medicine cat apprentice in your clan?" she meowed timidly. the way clans worked were just ugh. at least for someone who grew up in a tribe and never got really too close with the ways of the clans, especially others than scarclan. in that case though, summy could help.[/fancypost]

Summerparasol · Mar 30th 2014

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[i]I let it fall, my heart;
And as it fell, you rose to claim it

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[font=times new roman][color=black][size=8] "Oh! You're a healer!" So Summy had guessed right. She liked medicine cats. They were always so nice. Well, there was Klondike. But he was a big ol' softie inside, so his prickly exterior didn't count.
"Then I guess I should be calling you Miss!" Summerpaw added, giggling, dipping her head again. "It is called medicine cat apprentice in TidalClan. I guess we're pretty standard about most things. The Clan that has the weirdest names, in my opinion, is SunClan. Or BloodClan." She could never remember how the ranks went. Was first tier the best or the worst? And what was a SunClan physician called again? A doctor? Something?
"In TidalClan, we're a semi-high position that leads trading and stuff with other Clans. We keep good relations and give them stuff."

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