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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;] SUNCLAN — KIT — [abbr= SUNCLAN SWEETHEART : connor x npc, melanistic serval, flower power, easy, pm to plot, open to capture]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]the pretty melanistic daughter of connor strayed the mansion, long eyelashes fluttering closed as she sat down on the roof. lately, she'd had this nostalgic feeling as if she'd been here before- long long ago. though she'd shaken it off, unsure and insecure of herself.


    she let the wind tease her fur, pulling it back and then forward as the season of fall moved in. it was a scary thought- the season she was born in would be disappearing soon. dammit.


    you might be wondering why the kit was so calm, relaxed. why she wasn't playing with her siblings, or dancing around the mansion with the great ease of sunclan's youth. it wasn't that she couldn't- oh no, she definitely could, and had before- it was just the fact she had nobody to dance or play with.


    swanee ball was an artistic type of feline, a female who was great at creating and composing things to fit her life structure. she loved nature, and had a strong affinity for beauty and aesthetics. she was independent, needing her space at times, for her creative and original imagination. she was a nature lover, thus how her power came along of sprouting flowers nearly everywhere she walked. she was gentle, sensitive, and kind, an easy female to speak with about problems. she was very sympathetic and loving, genuinely caring about the well being of her friends and enemies. she was very curious, gathering information about a person, and her perceptions of others were normally very spot on.


    now that was her personality. as expected, swanee was a very elegant creature. her long legs and petite form were a beautifully constructed figure. her eyes a light violet, strange but enhancing, something that drew you in. her fur was black as night, like all melanistic creatures, but held no specific pattern until she grew older. despite her long legs, she'd always be the shortest of her family, the runt of the litter. she was a simple, beautiful girl with her values set right.


    an angelic creature she was, as she stood on the roof whilest the wind blew seemingly through her. after a few moments she climbed down from the roof and into the hallways, looking around with her violet orbs, as if for her savior. "meet and greet." she called suddenly, voice soft and trembly as she sat neatly, tail curled around her paws.
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    GIRLS AND BOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE

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    [justify]Lannister limped up beside her daughter. In all honesty she was at heart a terrible mother, not suited to be nice, and patient with kittens, simply doing it as it was an act. The only part of her fake life that was true was the fact that she had actually cared about Jade, and that she was head over heels for Michael. "Hello. I-I'm L-lannister." The cream tabby doctor meowed softly.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=9pt][font=dotum]Connor would just move up silently beside the Doctor with a smile at his daughter and a little glance at Lannister and offering the same smile to her. Multicoloured fur dancing slightly in the wind as he stood there and thought. About his family, and the fiance he didn't know just how close he had been to. Connor was still unaware of how he had ended up with children, but they seemed nice from what he had seen of them so he supposed it was best to just take things in his stride for now.


    #ConnorSunClan

    [sub] Everett plodded up to his sister, the male frowning. He inwardly shrugged. Heck, if Swanee was introducing herself, he might as well, too! He blinked. "Everett." The serval stated, voice dull and rather quiet. He stretched nonchalantly, then sat down by his sister. He dipped his head in a greeting to the others. The male sighed, then shifted on his feet. He too was born in fall, like his sister. Fall was a pretty season, and Everett greatly enjoyed it. However, it would soon be winter.

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    "it's great to meet you." she smiled, a sweet and charming smile, at her seemingly stepmother and stepsister, eyes sliding over to her single parent and second brother. her tail flicked in greeting, pretty violet eyes yearning to know them better. it was an understatement to say she wasn't close with her family, seeing as this was nearly the first encounter she'd had with them.


    swanee let a silence run, not really wanting to break the serene-ness she heard, though it must've been awkward for those gathered. "er... how are you all?" she asked, eyelashes fluttering into a friendly blink as she bumped her brother's shoulder, trying to be like most siblings.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]SUNCLAN — KNIGHT — [abbr=Mercedes Nicole Jaeger-Targaryen-Osiris, married to Eren Jaeger-Targaryen, Head of the Targaryen family, Khaleesi of the Dothraki, Capo of Capone Family Mafia]INFORMATION[/abbr] — [abbr=Flower prints, absorb spirits (0/9), shape shifting, emotion manipulation]POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=Hard, attack in bold white, physically 10 moons, spiritually 36 moons, reincarnation of Balconyscene & Chelseagrin Resurgam]INTERACTION[/abbr] — [abbr=Wears a yellow bow & necklace with Targaryen sigil & blue / green cloak, carries a butterfly knife, based off of Princess Anna from Frozen + Princess Aurora from Maleficent]OTHER[/abbr]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Making her way over, the blonde-hued femme would smile as she settled herself amongst the others. "I'm Mercedes Jaeger-Targaryen, and I'm doing fine. How are you?"


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