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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]A downpour's tiny liquid bullets mercilessly pelted down, Cottonkit's tiny alabaster form hidden safely inside the ship; though he'd managed to make his way from clambering up the shelves and leaping from the top to the window sill so that he now sat, gazing out from the ship, a cracked window perched in front of him as his crystalline luminaries trailed figures in the rain. It was beautiful; and he loved the sound. But unfortunately, the millions of droplets were so tiny and forceful so that it'd actually be considered painful to be out in it. Soon enough, a storm commenced, thunder rolling forward as the two moon old's tail flicked as it hung from the window sill.


    - mobile


    "[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Reyna liked the sound of the rain, but not when she was out in it. The water clung to her fur, weighing her down. She didn't mind swimming, because you always could stretch out on the beach to dry off. But after a storm, no matter how quickly you found shelter, you were always left damp and shivering for the rest of the day. Stepping inside, she shook herself out, sending little droplets spinning out all over the corridor. Jaw set into a scowl, tail lashing from side to side, she set off toward her cabin - maybe she could paint something while she waited for the storm to end. The pup happened to glance to the side as she walked, paws instinctively coming to halt as her amber eyes rested on the kit. "Hello," she called, voice slightly less polite than it would have been under different circumstances.


    #reynainsignia14

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    [align=center][font=georgia][color=#280060][size=17pt][b]arella.[/size]
    [size=9pt][b]female
    8 months
    The Insignia & Navy Captain
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    strength {★★★★✩}
    speed {★★★★✩}
    stamina {★★★★✩}
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    The captain tracked this, because effy had to go to bed :c






















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    The warrant officer was heading back inside as the storm got heavier, figuring she should probably head back inside. But she didn't rush to get to shelter, instead moving at a fairly leisurely pace. She had a fear of water and wasn't keen on rain itself, but storm with thunder (and preferably lightning too) were awesome. Her favourite weather was when it was storming. Not just drizzle, not just heavy rain, but real hardcore storms. Heh, it always seemed kinda more... sinister, perhaps? Whatever it was, the sadist was very much keen on it. Nonetheless, she got inside, about to shake out her fur when she spotted the other two and figured she maybe shouldn't. So instead, she padded closer, offering a light, "Ciao."
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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The duo of greetings sounding behind him made Cottonkit's gaze flicker over to where they were heard, cerulean orbs resting on both of them. [b]"Hi." Cotty chirped, lifting to his paws, turning, and crouching softly so that the cold, snowy paws tucked beneath his crest warmly. "How are you all?" The tomkit inquired gently, tail flicking against the window softly.


    - mobile =D


    "[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

    [sub]Next to arrive was the necromancer, who was dry because, like Cottonkit, he'd managed to escape the downpour. Noting that some others were not as fortunate, a pout came to his lips. "Aww, guys. I'm sorry to see y'all are wet! Want a blanket? Or mebbe a fire?" he was sure there was a fireplace somewhere in here, right? Yeah, he thought he might have seen one in the Admiral's Cabin...oh, whatever. Blackcurrant sprang happily at a droplet coming down from a small leak in the roof, batting at it until it soaked his paw.

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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Cottonkit alighted from his perch, carefully sweeping down the shelf he previously scrambled up on, paws supported by the knobs before the little alabaster frame stood gazing up at them, somewhat reminded of his tiny size. The two moon old kitten turned his head away, and quietly sneezed, before gazing back to see the additional new admiral of the group. Cottonkit, smile faltering, easing into a seat, ears perking to listen to the offer. He held back an acceptance of the offer, considering his snowy-white paws were feeling quite icy, but they constantly were. Since birth and up until the two months he'd lived, Cotty was always cold, night and day. It was really unexplainable, along with his occasional sneezing.


    Anyways, unsureness settled into his crystalline gaze, which landed on the leader for a moment before flicking about to the others. Eventually, Cottonkit turned back to Blackcurrant, offering a timid smile.


    "[color=#5CB7BF][b]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Rain was...not Winekit's favorite weather. It had a bit of a dreary quality, and it honestly made her fur look like a complete mess. But still. Better to hang out in the rain with friends than be alone. "Hello!" Winekit said, scooting closer to an area where there was less ran so she wouldn't get soaked.


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    [align=right]skipper


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    The white pelted creature padded ever so silently behind the crowd, rather carelessly steppinf on tails as his stalk sped him off. Blazing baby blue eyes peered at his brother, a strong silence and stiff nod the only acknowledgement his sibling received. After all, Nero was the bad boy of the two and had an image to keep. [s]Which one should be the oldest?[/s]

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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]/it'd be ironic if cotty was older xD


    As the trio separately join them, Cotty intently rolled his shoulders back, relaxing a bit. Motion seemed to help. [b]"How are you guys?" Cottonkit inquired to the newcomers of the fresh conversation, having formerly questioned it to the previous arrivals. He didn't know a number of these people, so shortly after he introduced himself as Cottonkit, crystal ice orbs beaming friendly warmth; though his fur was a cold chilly frost and the color of smooth, flat snow.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]"I'm good." Winekit nodded, smiling despite the horrible weather. "Oh, I'm Winekit by the way."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Quietly disapproving of their new admiral, Reyna pointedly turned her back on him while she dipped her head in greeting to everyone else. Hmph, as if the wolf needed another reason to be in a bad mood. Her thick gray fur was still damp, soaking into her skin and chilling her to the bone. "I'm Reyna," the pup introduced herself to Cottonkit.


    #reynainsignia14

    [align=center][size=10]indeed it would, it strikes that they both are white with blue eyes XD Twins!


    Wrinkling the black nose at his brother with the oh so friendly tone, Nero turned to the crowd with a curious glare. Normally kittens should be in awe of the warriors and apprentices of their clan, this little boy was just mildly amuse. Such a crock of shit was rankings, and seniority. The baby blue luminaries tossed a casual final glance to the small crowd before the psychotic dare-devil smile was given to Winekit. Tiny fangs revealed themselves, a mocking voice that mimiced his brother's. "Hello there.

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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]She has a pretty name. Cottonkit silently noted as he intently fixated his cerulean gaze onto Reyna as she spoke. It sounded like a princess, to him, and how beautiful that was. A smile perched onto his muzzle, given to anyone who saw. [b]"It's nice to meet all of you." Cotty told them, turning away to silently sneeze before looking back to them. "So, do any of you like the rain?" Ah, small talk fuel.


    His smile dimished as he watched his brother.. Flirt? Was he flirting? Hey! He was mocking him! Feeling the urge to push him or tell him to stop, Cotty decided against it, but uncomfortably flicked an ear, trying to ignore his rude brother as he gazed at all of them. Mmh, he'd gathered a small crowd. Perhaps new friends, if he was lucky; but that was a genuine doubt, considering how controversial everyone was over different things.
    "[color=#5CB7BF]speaking.    " [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bordercolor= transparent; border-bottom: white 3px solid; font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; margin-bottom: -8px; height: 20px; width: 300px][align=center]MICHAEL ![/fancypost]
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    Michael padded over and silently assessed the members of the group; the leader was one of very few he could recognize. He personally enjoyed the rainy weather as long as it didn't interfere with any of his plans and he wasn't touched by it. Unfortunately, the rain had ruined a trip to the beach and soaked him, so he wasn't a happy fellow. The lupine stalked over to stand a few steps away from the admiral's side and shook out his pelt, not looking to disrespect Blackcurrant but also not really caring who was there to sop up the water in his fur with their own - whatever, they were in his way.
    "Hey," Michael greeted nobody in particular, keeping quiet until Cottonkit spoke again. "I only like the rain if it's outside and I'm in."


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    She'd kinda stopped focusing for a while there, but began to concentrate on lip-reading again as Cot asked if they liked the rain. Watching Mikey Mouse's answer, she offered a shrug in response. "I like th-under and lightning storms." Rain on its own was just dismal and wet, neither of those being things that she liked. But when it was really storming, it was more badass.
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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]A smile was small as it dabbed across his lips, a the thin line given to Michael. [b]"Me too." Cottonkit agreed, an ear twitching noticeably as he glanced over his shoulder, gaze landing on the rain for a moment and his ears perked as Cotty turned to listen to Luciano's response. Mmh, lighting was pretty, he believed, but Cottonkit had the feeling that wasn't really why Luciano was fond of the electric. Either way, his seamless smile remained soft on his lips with ease. Rain dribbled onto the window he previously was seated at. It was likely to storm soon, in fact. "It's probably going to start storming soon." Cottonkit stated, assuming not everyone was trailing along his train of thought. He buried his nose away into his wrist and gave a frosty sneeze, and it was rather quiet, Cotty lowering his paw.


    "Wanna tell scary stories?"


    "[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Honestly Nero's smile just made her feel uncomfortable and the white serval simply narrowed her eyes. He was going to be a problem later on; she could feel it. A problem that would be nearly impossible to solve.


    Shaking out her head quickly, she grinned. "Scary stories? Sounds like fun." Anything to get out of the rain.


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    cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]Cotty, at the moment, had none. He merely offered in interest, and it seems Winekit was up for it, which meant he glanced about the gathered for a moment. [b]"Does anyone wanna go first?" Cottonkit offered, a bit embarrassed at his lack of stories, but that emotion was invisible as he politely spoke.


    "[color=#5CB7BF]speaking." [color=lightcoral]thinking/telepathy/flashblack [color=black]roleplaying.[/fancypost]