[Center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid gray; padding-top: 10px; width: 400px; font-family: gisha; font-size: 20pt; color: white]Winterpaw ✵
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: gisha] Winterpaw made her way over, icy blue eyes peering warily at everything around her. There was a time when the feline was friendly and open to everyone, willing to play and get her paws dirty in mudfights. But now she got her paws dirty in a different way. Some time in the Exiles could do that to you. The young feline had blood on her paws, but these people didn't need to know that. No, she would start afresh here, where no one knew who she was or what she had done. Winter finally halted at the border, letting out a long sigh. "Hello?"
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[size=6pt]☪ Endeavor[/size]
basic
winterpaw - female - she/they pronouns - 9 moons - smaller than average domestic feline - black tortoishell pelt, ice blue eyes - colouredclan - paratrooper x npc - single - asexual aromantic - warrior - holds no titles
powers and interaction
attack in bold red - shapeshifting/multiple possessions - has a male dog body - medium physically - easy mentally - no killing/maiming unless pre-planned - pm for capture/plotting - somewhat experienced in battle - unafraid to fight and kill
other
formerly of the tomg and the exiles - hates anyone mentioning her small size- indifferent, bored, angry, and aggressive - slightly depressed - carries a knife on a belt around her chest - ages the 21st of every month real time - theme song is monster by imagine dragons - working on bio


