your mood is always maniac — meet n greet

Miya cautiously padded forward, Amber resting on top of the kit's cranium, it's own cranium cocked to the side in interest. Miya then weakly smiled at the odd looking male, Hiya, I'm Miyasaki but call me Miya. Her sky blue orbs then shifted to her pet phoenix, her smile brightening slightly. And this is Amber, the kit prodded at the small bird making Amber ruffle up her flame colored feather slightly.

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"Hey Volcanic," Shift greeted as walked over, she had met Volcanic when he joined, and had known him before when he had been Winterchild.//bad writing!

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IC: Mal was, as always - when was he not? - following Shift closely, his pupiless silver optics focusing onto where the sound was coming from. Not that he could see whoever it was. The wolf had no idea - he hadn't showed up at that rejoining - who this was until Shift said the cat's name. After making sure that he could feel his adoptive mother beside him, his blind gaze fell in the cat's general direction again.

"H-hey. I'm M-malachite, p-pretty sure we h-haven't met yet."

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Malachite's Opinions!!
#malachitethewolf

[abbr=Malachite Hadrian; NPC xx NPC; Pansexual; First generation; Adoptive mother is Shiftingstar Hadrian; adoptive sister is Samantha; White, green, and black wolf pup pupiless silver eyes; Blind; Missing top half of right ear; Scars on shoulder, stomach, back left leg, and under right eye; 6 months old; Windclan; PTSD; Insomnia; Suffers from nightmares; Suffers mental and emotional trauma; Ages 1 month every 100 posts]Personal and Appearance[/abbr] || Battle Tags || Powers || Bodies[align=center]

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"Chartedstars. Pleasure," the advisor stated plainly, no clear emotion in his voice as he spoke in Volcanic's direction. He had not yet met the male, as he was not at his joining. He had been slacking in a sense that he hadn't been going around to meet as many people, but there was a reason behind it. He didn't quite enjoy the presences of others, as he was more introverted than extroverted. Still, Charted attempted to make an effort when it came to introducing himself to others, and this happened to be one of the occasions. The lion sat back on his haunches, calmly observing Volcanic with a nebulous expression lining his features. It was difficult to perceive and interpret, so he doubted anyone would be able to figure out what he was really thinking.

[size=10][font=georgia] Drippingkit hopped over, saying, "Hi! I'm Drippingkit. Once we've all introduced ourselves to each other, how about we all go out and do something?" The rabbit hoped that her request would be accepted; she'd been to many meet and greets in her short time in Windclan, and she wished that this would be one of the better ones.

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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ Alaska, to say the least, was still a bit weary of her brother after what had happened between him and Ed. She was unaware of the two males' scrap that had taken place several months ago while she was gone. She was equally unaware of the fact that said fight had taken place because of her. It was a case she would have to investigate soon. In the mean time, she would have to act as normally as possible. She didn't want to jump to conclusions and get the wrong idea. Nor did she want to be biased. "Hey," the lilac bodyguard said softly, a smile playing at her lips. "How've you been?"

#alaskarevised
#alaska16

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She had heard whispers of his return: but Sam was not one to get her hopes up easily, and had taken the rumors with a grain of salt. Multiple grains of salt, at that- a whole shaker's worth. But that voice was unmistakable, regardless of the forms that they shifted to. Her breath caught in her throat from where she had secluded herself within the Medic's den, head lifting from where it had been tilted down to shuffle through an assortment of unorganized herbs. Peach-coloured paws briskly led her toward the entrance of the cabin, pushing the door open with one shoulder as she stepped onto its porch, hazel-green optics busily flicking around her surroundings as she stepped down into the thick snow that blanketed WindClan's village. "Winter?" The lioness inquired in a soft tone as she approached the gathering crowd, weaving through those that had collected to stand alongside the significantly smaller Drippingkit. Sam's ears inclined back when she spotted the male that now identified as Volcanicmalice, a delicate smile caught somewhere between pleasantly surprised and pensive. "Are you alright?" It was only in Sam's nature to inquire their well being, after seemingly disappearing upon being diagnosed as pregnant- back when Cloudhouse was still alive. Sam's lips pressed into a thin line at the thought, taking a step forward to embrace the smaller feline before deciding against it, instead settling down into a seated position. He likely did not need any hugs or affection. "Did you give birth? How are your children?" It was a risky question, seeing as how they might not have even wanted children in the first place- not to mention their body might not have carried them to term.

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