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    BEVERLY MAY JOHNSON

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    Ever since her discovery of the library, Beverly had practically not emerged except to eat or use the bathroom. Of course, she socialized when people entered the building (though usually they weren't too interested in learning about the mitochondria; didn't they know it's the powerhouse of the cell?? important stuff) or when she was out, but in all honesty she would much rather be reading.


    Which is what she would be doing right now, if she hadn't just finished reading her entire biology textbook for 'curious young minds.' Now, the female was eagerly looking for another book on the subject; that one had been good, but it was so simplified, and she knew there just had to be more to learn. But what topic should she choose to read about? That was the question. Biology was so broad- how could she pick just one? By now, a small stack of various books were next to her book fort (which she hadn't built intentionally, but decided she liked it after realizing its presence. It was like a den of knowledge) and she was in the library aisles looking for a new one.


    Wait, what's this- the perfect book, right there, in all its glory: A Beginner's Guide to Neurology. Standing on her stubby hind legs, the mottled gray kitten arched her back, reaching for the book...only to discover it was just out of her reach. Even extending her claws as far as she could, the kit simply couldn't reach it. If only someone were here to get it for her.
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    //cries im sorry i cannot find any muse[color=#A0142E]


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    travis | male | 8 months | npc xx npc | adopted by kaijū | gael village | chief | black cat with multicolored butterfly wings | character started at 7 months | single | bisexual | ages 1 month per 100 posts | wimpy | imaginative | works hard | a huge dork like wow


    POWERS;;
    free powers | shapeshifting


    BODIES;;
    domestic cat | western dragon


    INTERACTION;;
    easy physically | medium mentally | no kill/major injure | pm about capture | pm for plots | attack in [color=#A0142E]#A0142E     and/or bold[/fancypost]

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    BEVERLY MAY JOHNSON

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    Beverly dropped suddenly onto all fours when her name was called out. The child hadn't heard him enter due to her concentration on the task at hand, namely retrieving the book. Now her eyes darted to the small leader in alarm before shifting to an expression of intrigue; he had wings, didn't he? By her calculations, that meant he could fly up and reach the book she was trying to reach. What a genius idea that she came up with all by herself! "Travis!! You need to help me reach this book!" the civilian stated promptly, with no time for formalities. This was highly important, nothing could stand in her way. Rearing back up, Bev once more stretched her claws, scratching in the direction of the offending stack of papers. "I can almost...get it..."


    //it's ok fam i have the same problem
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