YOU'VE BEEN ON MY MIND * o, colouredclan gifts

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]This place was considerably harder to get to than Hogwarts had been, not to mention far. Already, the apprentice’s paws were beginning to hurt. That was fairly normal, though, compared to everything else that had happened, so Madpaw almost welcomed it. Almost, because it was still, well, pain. He was beginning to wonder if he should’ve asked his Clanmates to help him.


    Probably, he decided, sitting at the Rift’s border and dropping the basket of gifts. Just like the rest, this one contained Twoleg things, herbs and food, blankets, and some rocks from Madpaw’s own collection. He was especially proud of the last item in that list. After checking to make sure they hadn’t fallen out, Madpaw looked out over the territory. Man, why didn't ColouredClan have islands like this?


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS][font=arial]INFORMATION △
    madpaw | colouredclan captain + apprentice + yellow scrapper | loyalist title | seven months | cisgender male (he/him pronouns) | blisterpack tennant x npc (does not know about/carry tennant name) | brother of alexander hamilton, hiddenpaw, and parispaw | asexual homoromantic | single | mentored by nighttales | roommate of ephemeralpaw


    INTERACTION △
    physically super easy | mentally super easy | no kill or severe/permanent injury | pm for capture | attack in #AA99AA | will attack in underlined bold unless told otherwise
    • very little combat experience
    • will not capture or torture opponents
    • character bond (leaderpaw, undiscovered)


    APPEARANCE △
    domestic cat | mixed breed | very small for his age, very fluffy | white solid | three light blue eyes | third eye never blinks | lion mark on shoulder (reference)
    • current injuries: deep clawmarks on muzzle (untreated, swelling)
    • body reference, eyes reference


    PERSONALITY △
    adventurous | cheerful | childish | curious | empathetic | enthusiastic | forgetful | forgiving | hasty | impulsive | obedient | talkative | will give stupid nicknames
    • all opinions are ic only


    OTHER △
    member of the lion guard | sharing body with a spirit named leaderpaw (speaks in #9096D1; name unknown) | cannot read or write | inactive on tuesdays | always open to plots | biography | heart chart & opinions | playlist | plotting thread

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase]someone with a basket? was it gifts? drawing her attention away from the basket, gia would flash her usual friendly smile towards the stranger. [color=#95b3b2]"hello! name and business, please?" the clouded leopardess would question politely.


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS.][color=#95B3B2]INFORMATION
    giana lucas - winzor - harbringer - xerses - dixon - baskerville - targaryen - resurgam - osiris › commonly called giana or gia › seven moons old › one moon every 100 posts › account started at five moons › the rift › skald [hp] › female › heterosexual-romantic › single › no crush › silentforest xx sylmae › clouded leopard › half angel › face claim is maddie ziegler from dance moms › perfectionist, optimist, cheerful and enthusiastic


    [color=#95B3B2]BATTLE TAGS
    physically easy › mentally medium › no kill › ask for capture, torture, other › pm for plots › attack in [size=1][color=#95B3B2]#95B3B2[/size] › uses knives


    [color=#95B3B2]POWERS && BODIES
    no powers atm › clouded leopard


    [sub][size=1]last names: lucas-winzor-harbringer-xerses-dixon-baskerville-targaryen-resurgam-osiris
    all ic opinions; apologies in advance if anyone is offended.

    ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]As petite legs brought the slumberous dragon to the border beside Giana, she let out a yawn and Smiled at Madpaw, reminded of her dual-alliance with Colouredclan. That had eventually fallen apart as she devoted more time to The Rift, but she still remembered the three-eyed feline. "Hello, Madpaw... Mrr..." she greeted, before idly waiting for his business. Probably gifts...?[/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #sonambulist [/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Was that – yeah, it was the fluffy dragon! He couldn’t remember her name (it started with an S, didn’t it?), but it was impossible to forget her fur. Tired as he was, it was nearly impossible for him to fight the urge to poke it. If he stopped for more than a handful of minutes, he’d fall asleep for sure. ”Madpaw of ColouredClan, here with gifts,” he said, shoving the gifts toward Gia and Sonambuli. ”Also, how’s stuff going here? How are you doing?” That was as much a part of his mission as the delivery itself was. Yuri had asked him to do this specifically, and Madpaw wasn't about to disappoint. Probably.


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS][font=arial]INFORMATION △
    madpaw | colouredclan captain + apprentice + yellow scrapper | loyalist title | seven months | cisgender male (he/him pronouns) | blisterpack tennant x npc (does not know about/carry tennant name) | brother of alexander hamilton, hiddenpaw, and parispaw | asexual homoromantic | single | mentored by nighttales | roommate of ephemeralpaw


    INTERACTION △
    physically super easy | mentally super easy | no kill or severe/permanent injury | pm for capture | attack in #AA99AA | will attack in underlined bold unless told otherwise
    • very little combat experience
    • will not capture or torture opponents
    • character bond (leaderpaw, undiscovered)


    APPEARANCE △
    domestic cat | mixed breed | very small for his age, very fluffy | white solid | three light blue eyes | third eye never blinks | lion mark on shoulder (reference)
    • current injuries: deep clawmarks on muzzle (untreated, swelling)
    • body reference, eyes reference


    PERSONALITY △
    adventurous | cheerful | childish | curious | empathetic | enthusiastic | forgetful | forgiving | hasty | impulsive | obedient | talkative | will give stupid nicknames
    • all opinions are ic only


    OTHER △
    member of the lion guard | sharing body with a spirit named leaderpaw (speaks in #9096D1; name unknown) | cannot read or write | inactive on tuesdays | always open to plots | biography | heart chart & opinions | playlist | plotting thread

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; font-family: lucida sans unicode; line-height: 12px; width: 480px;]The Chief padded over, looking considerably better than she did the night before. The lupine looked down at Madpaw and offered the apprentice-aged feline a small, reassuring smile. One paw was raised to tug the lion skin cape a little tighter around her head, an ember-coated tongue quickly making an appearance to toy with the ring on her lip. "Hello, Madpaw," came her soft greeting, dipping her head as she spoke. "The Rift thanks you for your gifts."


    A soft hum rumbled through her lips as she thought about how to respond to Madpaw, and decided that she could just be honest about it. "We're doing fine, still looking for a new camp to live in. We've waged war against ArcadianClan for burning our territory, but have a cease-fire against RadicalClan," she relayed truthfully, the name of the two clans bitter on her tongue at the memory of the earth shifting, the fortress blazing. Talia shook her head, as if the physical action would stop the thoughts from coming back. "That's about it for now. Would you like to stay for a bit and rest? I'm sure my clanmates and I can get you something to eat for the journey ahead."[/fancypost]
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    BODIES/TAGS


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: COLOR; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛agent olive[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: yellow; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]female -- five years -- the rift thane[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify]Olive bounded up next, eyeing the Colour- whoa, hold up. "ColouredClan? I was a member there for a little while. I...my name is Agent Olive; I'm not sure you remember me." She struggled to find words halfway through that, but her brown eyes scanned the friendly face with interest. "And thank you for the gifts."[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -0.5px;]/waves hey there!!


    rey blinks at madpaw, approaching on light paws to join the other rifters. "thanks," she chirps, ducking forward to curiously inspect the gifts. if she can find a few tools and parts to replace the ones she'd lost during the territory's destruction, it would just about make her day.


    tags

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]//hi!


    The Chief was wearing something weird on her head; for a moment, Madpaw genuinely believed there was an entire lion attached to the cape, and he stood on tiptoes in an attempt to find the rest of it. He realized his mistake a few seconds too late. Sinking back down with an embarrassed smile on his face, he replied the only way he knew how. ”You’re welcome! Wait, you’re moving? Should I have brought more food? Maybe more blankets…” He couldn’t imagine moving an entire group from one place to another. Then again, he couldn’t imagine ColouredClan moving at all. He’d gotten too used to their territory. ”Yeah, rest would be great,” he said. He’d need it if he wanted to make it to the rest of ColouredClan’s allies.


    Though they were moving, the Rift seemed like a nice place. Maybe he'd come back for a proper visit.


    Something about Olive’s face was familiar. Madpaw stared at her, and stared, and stared, but the name just wasn’t coming to him; he couldn’t remember running into her at the border, though he was sure it had happened. The voice wasn’t correcting him; how far off could he be? ”I think I remember you? Sort of?” He glanced toward Rey, wondering what she was looking for. If it was food or rocks, she wouldn't be searching long.


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS][font=arial]INFORMATION △
    madpaw | colouredclan captain + apprentice + yellow scrapper | loyalist title | seven months | cisgender male (he/him pronouns) | blisterpack tennant x npc (does not know about/carry tennant name) | brother of alexander hamilton, hiddenpaw, and parispaw | asexual homoromantic | single | mentored by nighttales | roommate of ephemeralpaw


    INTERACTION △
    physically super easy | mentally super easy | no kill or severe/permanent injury | pm for capture | attack in #AA99AA | will attack in underlined bold unless told otherwise
    • very little combat experience
    • will not capture or torture opponents
    • character bond (leaderpaw, undiscovered)


    APPEARANCE △
    domestic cat | mixed breed | very small for his age, very fluffy | white solid | three light blue eyes | third eye never blinks | lion mark on shoulder (reference)
    • current injuries: deep clawmarks on muzzle (untreated, swelling)
    • body reference, eyes reference


    PERSONALITY △
    adventurous | cheerful | childish | curious | empathetic | enthusiastic | forgetful | forgiving | hasty | impulsive | obedient | talkative | will give stupid nicknames
    • all opinions are ic only


    OTHER △
    member of the lion guard | sharing body with a spirit named leaderpaw (speaks in #9096D1; name unknown) | cannot read or write | inactive on tuesdays | always open to plots | biography | heart chart & opinions | playlist | plotting thread

    ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]She simply waved a fluffy wing at him and smiled, silently going over the questions with an inquisitive, sleepy smile. She yawned as Talia showed up and offered a few words for answers, soon followed by Olive and Rey soon behind them. She probably wouldn't have said anything much better, so she simply murmured a drowsy 'thank you' and peered into the basket with eyes full of stars.


    Attention piqued at Madpaw's words, she let out a few trills of slumberous laughter, merely laughing at the fact that she would only hoard the blankets if he had offered, but it was a nice thought. She nodded in genuine thanks with a little, sleepy nod. "Thank you for the offer... Myu, it means a lot...!"[/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #sonambulist [/size]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: COLOR; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛agent olive[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: yellow; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]female -- five years -- the rift thane[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify]He didn't remember her? Well, maybe she hadn't been active there long enough. "Ohh...all right then. Well, maybe I'll come by for a visit then, sometime. Or do a dual-membership." Her face looked disappointed. "Well, anyhow, would you like me to show you the way to our temporary camp?"[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -0.5px;]rey triumphantly pulls out a harris wrench. the action overbalances her and she falls flat on her back. she's swift to rise to her paws, however, equal parts embarrassed and wary. madpaw seems barely any older than her, but maybe he's got powers. it's good to retain a certain amount of caution, right?


    the wrench probably won't fit in her bag, though, so she slides it between her belt and her body. it fits snugly against her fur, but she'll soon place it somewhere else, anyway. "uh, thanks," she repeats to madpaw, awkwardly.


    tags

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:8pt; font-family:tahoma; line-height:120%;]The Rift was a difficult place to get to for sure; it either took experience, or knowledge beforehand of how. Or luck. That was the case for Winter, at least; really, someone had to take some time out to acknowledge his primal struggle to find civilisation. It had been a tough journey, no food or water or Spring's incessant singing to help build his strength by way of giving him motivation to lift his head and snap at her to please stop for, like, a second -


    Yes. That was a joke. To himself. Anyone could tell that Winter wasn't good at jokes. It really was for the better that he kept most of them to himself.


    All in all, the shore was a hard place to reach for shore.


    The tabby tom came up impassively, whiskers and nose twitching slightly as he leveled the stranger a fleeting blank look before his head sloped down again. He made himself blink. "Thanks," he added on the down low, muffling himself again when Agent Olive went on to talk and keeping his head off-handedly angled at the ground. ColouredClan... dual memberships... all new knowledge. So was the gift-giving. Why? Was it someone's birthday?


    Privately, Winter furrowed a cat-brow and wondered if he should say 'happy birthday.'
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/mechanics/mec-5/mec481.cur"), auto;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; font-family: lucida sans unicode; line-height: 12px; width: 480px;]Wait, Talia just realized that none of them introduced themselves, and Madpaw probably looked at them like a bunch of nameless faces. Shit. She had to correct that. "Oh, right! These are my clanmates. That's Giana over there, this fluffy dragoness is Sona. We got Agent Olive, as she already said, Rey over there, Winterchills, and I'm Talia," she said, motioning to each one with her tail before pointing to herself.


    "Anyway, yeah, if you all could follow me, I can lead you to our camp and you can rest for a bit, it's not too far a walk," she encouraged brightly, helping some of her Clanmates with carrying the gift basket by using her telekinesis to make it hover a few inches off of the ground. One particularly dazzling rock caught her eye, and she would have to make sure to retrieve it later-- what? She liked sparkly things. "Come on, then. I think we're just about ready to eat lunch. Is anybody hungry?"[/fancypost]
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    BODIES/TAGS


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: COLOR; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛agent olive[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: yellow; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]female -- five years -- the rift thane[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify]As Talia motioned to her she gave a friendly wave before perking up at the mention of hunger. "I am. I could use some lunch."[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; margin-top: ; font-family: ; line-height:100%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]"Wait...there are other clans?" It had been the odd scent and previously never heard before tone in which had drawn the petite child to the ever-growing scene, but his once average amount of curiosity concerning the standard gift exchange had now been peaked to the highest point worthy of comparison to that of the mighty mount everest. "Talia, can I go to them all? Pleaseee, I promise I won't get into anymore trouble if I do!" The starry-hued boy begged. Staying out of trouble, of course, was something of complete and utter impossibility for the little pup and he would never be capable of holding good on.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -0.5px;]rey hums in acknowledgement as talia speaks her name, still looking over the gifts. then talia mentions lunch and her head shoots up, staring at the chief. "i am," she says, very solemnly, and attempts to clamber up on top of talia's back.


    tags

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