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    The crimson and plum hued child sat in camp, her fur standing out, as did her plum eyes. Unable to feel pain, she was unaware she was bleeding from her paw, so she simply called out "Meet and greet"

    "You've got blood on your paw." Kirby stated objectively, looking at the small prick of blood leaking from a wound in her foot. The male had established himself as a non-social person, but sometimes when he saw people sitting alone he felt an intense inclination to join them, especially if they were looking for something social. Kirby gently leaned down to inspect the bleeding. He was no medic, but he didn't really need to be in order to find the actual wound. Kirby leveled his gaze once more with the child. "Do you want to get it checked out? I'll come with."

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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width:420px; line-height:13px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana]what a strange sight. there was a child here, bleeding from the foot, and without apparent acknowledgment of the wound, hosting a meet and greet rather than addressing the issue. approaching with concern, the brit spoke after a few moments of sitting nearby. "pardon, dear," the turkish van started, awkward but polite. "you seem to have a little... leakage." he gestured toward the bleeding paw, his ear twitching a little confusedly. was she aware?

    She looked down at her paw rather sadly. "oh, I didn't notice." was all she said. "I'm eternalkit, nice to meet you both. And it'll be fine, its not like I can feel I-" she stopped, mentally slapping herself for bringing up the fact she'd been born with nerve numbness, and so she couldn't feel the touch of others, pain, nor the heat or cold. she could be dying and she wouldn't even know it.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 25pt; letter-spacing: -1px; float: left; WIDTH: 155PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Praguekit[/fancypost][b] male tiger - windclan - general tags - powers tags - other[hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Geez, she looked sad. Praguekit didn't like to be around sad people - they bummed him out, sucking the energy out of whoever joined their company. Of course, he didn't say that aloud. That'd be insensitive. He didn't want to actually make someone cry. But if anyone had a reason to be sad, he thought it ought to him - Praguekit loathed his stutter more than he loathed his fiercest enemy, the one out of the many. He had accepted it finally, but it still was a sore piece of insecurity for the tiger cub and he responded fiercely to any insults directed towards his speech disorder.


    "T-that's an interesting n-name," Praguekit remarked aloud, trotting over to join the trio. He came to sit beside Dan Howell - whom he had met when the older male had came to join WindClan. "W-was there a reason y-you were named Eternalkit?" he asked conversationally. "By t-the way, I'm Praguekit. Nice t-to meet y-you."


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    [size=10][font=georgia] "I could get that fixed up for you. Just try not to put a lot of pressure on it if it starts to sting, okay?" the rabbit said. She headed off towards the medic den and came back with some moss soaked with water and a bit of cobwebs. Standard stuff for a small cut. She smiled as she attempted to dab the moss onto Eternalkit's paw, then press lightly with the cobwebs to stop the bleeding. "I'm Drippingkit, by the way. Just stop by the medic's den if you're ever hurt."

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    [align=center][size=10][color=red][font=impact]tyler padded over shyly and tilted his head at the newcomer. another kit! kits always made him excited. being too childish for his own good, he only seemed to make friends with the younger ones. and josh. but that's because he'd known him since they were kits. "hi, i-i'm blurryface, or ty-tyler. call me either one."




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    [font=impact][color=red]blurryface/tyler | male | bisexual | just normal windclan cat who's always in the background | 12 moons
    [font=impact][color=black]NO KNOWN INFORMATION



    [font=impact][color=white]looks
    [font=impact][color=red]white pelt | black markings around neck and front paws | amber eyes
    [font=impact][color=black]NO KNOWN INFORMATION



    [font=impact][color=white]injuries
    [font=impact][color=red]a few noticeable scars on front legs
    [font=impact][color=black]NO KNOWN INFORMATION



    [font=impact][color=white]personality
    [font=impact][color=red]insecure | sweet | creative | shy | compassionate | a little protective
    [font=impact][color=black]DEMANDING | REVENGEFUL | CONTROLLING



    [font=impact][color=white]storyline
    [font=impact][color=red]born a loner | met josh | lived with josh for a while | came to windclan with josh
    [font=impact][color=black]BORN WITH TYLER | STARTED MESSING AROUND WITH TYLER | NOW CAN TAKE CONTROL OF TYLER



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    [font=impact][color=red]localdreamer/josh - best friend and crush
    [font=impact][color=black]TYLER - TARGET



    [font=impact][color=white]in battle
    [font=impact][color=red]easy | would never start fights | attack in [color=black]black
    [font=impact][color=black]HARD | EASILY PICKS FIGHTS | ATTACK IN [color=red]RED[/spoiler]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Coronalight strolled himself towards the group, a small smile on his maw. "Hello, I'm Coronalight" he meowed kindly, dipping his head. He didn't really know what else to add to that.


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    "it wont sting." she said simply. She nodded at each person in turn, and though she was rather pretty, it was ruined by how sad she looked at the mention of pain. She didn't seem to notice or care for the herbs on her paw. But really, she was so numb she just didn't feel it. She didn't explain further. "And has anyone seen my mother?"

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    [Justify][Font=andale mono][size=8]"Why won't it... How does it not... Why do you think it won't sting? " That confused Tempest. Why would someone who wouldn't even take care of their own injury know about whether or not something would sting them? It seemed odd. "And what would your mom look like? Why would anyone want to look for their mom?" She and her mother never got along so just the thought of looking for hers made her very confused.

    [justify]That fact that she stopped just short of finishing a sentence made Kirby suspicious. He didn't press with any further questions but his gaze was withered and tired as he looked from the blood then back to her eyes. Animals swarmed around to help her and he stood back a little to give them some room. "Can't feel the..what? The wound? The pain?" Kirby suggested evenly, smiling a little.[/justify]

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width:420px; line-height:13px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana]more or less, dan was in the same boat as tempest. his interactions with his mother were hell, he wouldn't dream of seeking her out. he'd much rather avoid her, as sad as it sounds. maybe he should be more mature in that regard. but he understood that others actually had relationships with their family, bonds that could barely be broken. even if they weren't that close, decent relationships with parents were something that could be aspired for.


    he made like kirby and stepped back to give everyone space, curiosity growing. couldn't feel pain, then? the wound? he agreed with kirby's fillers, sure that was what eternalkit meant; especially after she claimed it wouldn't sting. how bizarre. he'd never heard of something like this before, someone who couldn't feel. or was it just pain? he hoped his assumptions were correct, as he was quite curious now. was the lack of physical pain something he'd wish upon himself, or would the missing sensation drive him nuts?


    he noted that drippingkit stepped in on the medical issue, supposing that must be the rabbit's job of sorts. "nevertheless, it's nice to meet you as well, eternalkit. i'm dan." the brit's words were soft, as he was somewhat more focused on her injury. he felt a little guilty, as poor eternalkit's meet and greet was instead a scene of concern, but he also felt that her issue shouldn't be ignored. there could be something wrong, couldn't there? he was sure he hadn't seen her mother, too, waiting for her description of the femme.

    "the wound, the pain, the touch. the weather even. I feel nothing," she mused, a faint spark of self hatred flashing in her eyes for a brief moment. "And her name is wineglass, and she looks... her eyes are wine colored. " she said simply. The crimson feline flashed a smile towards Dan, liking how he didn't pester her with questions as the others did.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width:420px; line-height:13px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: verdana]ah, wine. dan knew the taste of ribena all too well, and it was something he would very much miss now that he lived with a clan rather than a human. if he wasn't so observant, he would have missed the glint of something that came across eternalkit. he knew the look. he knew it as if it was a childhood friend; he had plenty of dislike toward many things about himself, and the look could be found in his eyes at most times. he didn't blame the child, not when she was destined to be numb, oblivious to the physical plane. she couldn't feel. he knew many senses could be amiss; taste, sight, sound. but touch? he wanted to pity her, but he assumed she probably experienced pity all the time. all of a sudden, dan felt grateful for his own ability to feel.


    "i'm afraid i haven't seen her," dan said with a frown, replacing it with a little smile when eternalkit gave him one. "i'm sorry, sweetheart." maybe he would encounter her one day, tell her that he had met her daughter.

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    [Justify][Font=andale mono]Tempest's eyes stretched wide, "Doesn't that make things hard? I guess it'd be awesome if you couldn't feel the wind but what if someone attacks you? You wouldn't know!" It seemed like much more trouble than it was worth. Thinking over that, the leopard completely disregarded everything else she had said, questions still rolling from her mouth as she thought them in her mind. "How long has it been like this? Do you wish you could feel?"

    Her eyes darkened for a moment. "I've always been this way. and I don't know, I guess I wish I could, but I've never really thought about it. " her left ear twitched. She was lying through her teeth. Her left ear always twitched when she lied. She conjured up a bottle of beer, already half empty. "Anyone want any?" she offered, taking gulp of the bitter liquid.

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    [Justify][Font=andale mono]It appeared out of nowhere. That drink she was drinking. "Was that a power? I've never seen a power like that. Oh my that's so cool." She had to keep her mouth from gaping as she took a step forward, sniffing curiously. Her nose wrinkled as the scent of the beer touched her. "Ew." She grumbled, "No thanks. Does it taste better than it smells?" It smelled like urine.

    [size=10][font=georgia] "Hey! You shouldn't be drinking that!" the female exclaimed, aiming to grab the beer bottle and take it away from Eternalkit. Alcohol could be extremely dangerous for any animal, let alone kits! "If you're not feeling too well, then talk to someone about it. Don't resort to alcohol," she pleaded somewhat irritably. Great, there were kits drinking now.

    She laughed cheerily. "can't help it, kinda got hooked in the womb," I mean, what did you expect from a cat named wineglass? Her mother had drank while she was in the womb, and drinking helped her emotions be just as numb as her body was. So it was like a cure to her, once she drank enough of it anyways. She took one more gulp before the bottle vanished, and she grinned cheekily. "there, it's all gone, see?"