Is it true that pain is beauty? {open, CAKE'S MUTATION}

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake had been in a deep slumber, her dreams full of strange, vague things before ending abruptly with what felt like her falling. This caused the feline to jerk awake in a startled state, catching her breath before deciding to walk off. Getting out of her cottage and heading into the main camp, the egotistic feline couldn't help but be distracted by a sharp, throbbing pain on her back. As if something was weighing her down and hurting her shoulder blades. Damnit. I better not of hurt myself in my sleep or something. She thought bitterly, she'd already earned two scars from an attack casted by Duskmire recently, and one of them was rested on her shoulder. Perhaps her injury was getting worse, she pondered. But Cake's guess was wrong. What she couldn't see that everyone around her would be able to, was that she'd grown two small almost bird or angelic like wings on her back. They where a decent size (still not full grown) but did not appear to be big enough to carry her in flight very far just yet. Cake was completely unaware of their existence so far, after all why would a feline suspect herself to grow wings. But the wings were white unlike her raven colored pelt, and were easy to spot by her clanmates. Sitting down, Cake began to groom herself, trying to ignore the throbbing pain on her back.


    [ooc- in short, i bought the mutation power and Cake's got wings now.]


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    Haldor saw Cake grooming herself and saw the wings sprouted from her back. That was new. Making his way towards her, he arched a brow and said, "Wow, look at you. You look like a goose--no, a duck."
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake lifted her head at the sound of Haldor's voice, her sapphire eyes clouded with confusion before drifting over to the lion. Given she did not see her wings quite yet, she had no idea what he meant by this statement. "... Are you drunk or something? I'm a cat. How do I look like a duck?" She scoffed before letting a small laugh escape, completely oblivious of the snow white feathery wings on her back.


  • "FASCINATING!" During his training in Skyclan, Pulsingstreams had seen numerous cats with wings, and was curious if they were born as such or if their development later occurred. The robotic feline practically raced towards Cakefrosting, destroying the ground in shredded metal claws as he leapt until he was beside the mutant. The robot buzzed, "SIMPLY FASCINATING! QUICKLY, LET ME TAKE A SAMPLE OF YOUR DNA TO ANALYZE WHAT TRIGGERED THE PHENOMENON. I WILL COMPENSATE YOU LATER, FOR TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE NOW!" Without much else to say, the robot attempted to lightly scratch at Cakefrosting's pelt to try to get some hair and possibly skin.


  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake's attention was whipped around to Pulsingstreams, his loud chatter causing her fur to stand up on end. What was this guy's issue? Before the feline could even stop to think about it any further, she saw what looked like a mechanical arm or paw coming at her and she instinctively jumped away, her eyes narrowed to slits. Cake had already been attacked one time this week and she was not going to be treated like a freak show by someone else all over again. "Hey, back off!" she snapped, her words coming out in a hostile hiss. What was with everyone and touching her lately? She was angry, and very upset.


  • "There's no need to be upset!" Pulsingstream's voice was unusually suave for how quick he was to follow up with another attempt to get a sample. "We all must make sacrifices for the greater pursuit of knowledge, and it isn't every day that a cat gets to see wings erupt from another!"

  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]"Hold the fuck up," she barks, sprinting over to create a wall between Cake and Pulsingstreams. She's physically unable to tolerate Cake Frosting, but that doesn't mean she'll let some weirdo pull Cake's fucking fur out, or treat her like a goddamn test subject. So help her Gods, she will fight him and tear his fur out like he wants to do to Cake's. "Back off, motherfucker," she snarls, bristling at the unfamiliar male. "She ain't consenting, and y'all better fucking respect that before I bring this up with a high position."[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial;]

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    Haldor snickered. Oh, this was great. She was obviously oblivious to her mutation. His father had magnificent white wings, and they almost sparkled when the god entered flight. Maybe Haldor would gain wings one day. He always wanted to fly like Thor.


    When the weird, unfamiliar scientist guy came up and tried to 'get samples' from Cake. If this took place right after he joined Windclan, he would enjoy this sight. But Cake had already enough scratches of her own. Besides, they had established some sort of a love-hate relationship whether Hal acknowledged it or not. For some odd reason, he felt obligated to say something. "Yeah, you freak." He snorted. "She already has enough sh*t to deal with." That guy could open up a wound if he wasn't careful.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; width: 450px; font-family: times new roman; auto;][justify]"S-step away from C-Cake immediately." The small-framed Maine Coon stepped quickly to the female's side, her golden optics widening slightly at the new addition of angelic-looking wings but quickly focused her stare on the strange robotic male attempting to grab at Cake. "M-mutations are quite c-common," remarked the long-furred advisor, her voice maintaining the same quite volume but no longer held the same warmth she used when addressing clanmates, "N-now cease this at o-once."[/justify][/fancypost]

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    From the way the others were reacting, Marley could tell that these wings were relatively new. Realizing the mechanical cat had been spouting something of taking DNA for science, the winged wolf grimaced. Casually conjusing up some ice in a bag- it had helped her when her own wings had been first growing, the wolf nudged it towards the newly winged.
    And then there was the matter of the robot. They seemed awfully persistant, and while she was deeply afraid of needles and pain and the like, she had to stick up for her clanmates if she could.
    And besides, it was only certain kinds of pain she was afraid of. If the DNA could come from anywhere, despite how unsual it was, she would choose her face.
    "Hey, if it'll get you to stop harassing her, you can take some of my DNA. Just from my face, and just a little bit."
    She gestured to her cheek; the others likely wouldn't know the significance of her choosing her face, likely just assuming... Something. But as a human, her face had always been her personal target; strange, how visible and invisible the face can be if nobody thinks to question the way scars form.
    But that was in the past, and somehow she had partially kicked the habit- likely because of how oddly different her face felt now. Alien, but in some ways more like her than any other creature she'd been.
    And so her actions were not completely selfless; more along the lines of self-depriciating, but she knew it wouldn't be interpreted that way.
    The offer would also probably be confused for something like trust or her being symbolically more at ease in Windclan. There were distinct differences between being attacked and offering to endure pain so another didn't have to, though.


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    [spoiler=tags (may 20th, 2016)][justify]GENERAL;;
    marley rose | genderfluid | 16 months old physically, has memories of a human | mhyrr rose xx npc | gravity falls, the nox, windclan | student, beta, warrior | stubborn, intelligent, compulsive liar, neurodivergent | single (but in a polyamorous future plot) | demipanromantic asexual | creative | gullible | caring


    POWERS;;
    free powers | telepathy | multiple possessions | memory manip | emotion manip | the sight | super senses | shapeshifting | ability to take away pain | molecule manip | teleportation | telekinesis | mutation combopack


    BODIES;;
    white winged wolf with brown eyes | purple scaled tinted red with orange underbelly and violet eyes large dragon, wings look like the night sky | black with white splotches water panther with brown and green eyes | spidermonkey | black sheep | scarlet macaw | ashy faced barn owl | giraffe | moose | white tiger with hazel eyes


    INTERACTION;;
    physically easy | mentally hard | no kill/major injure | pm about capture | pm for plots | attack in snow and/or bold


    LINKS;; (bio is wip)
    heart chart | plotting | bio[/spoiler]


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  • Oh, a tough guy? Pulsingstreams applied a little bit of prediction and selectively overlapped a censorship beeping sound effect to Livepaw's scolding. The nerve... not understanding any better the importance of nature over comfort. "Ignorant child, you halt progress! Science does not need 'consent!' Do you think that our friend here consented to sprouting wings? If that were true, then this becomes all the more pressing! We must get a small sample of stem cells..." The robot gleamed its glass eyes towards Marley, before clarifying, "...While they're fresh after the transformation. Just a fleck of skin, or a hair, nothing she wouldn't lose while walking about camp... or do you suppose we should carry her?" His sarcasm was well withheld until now, waning in restraint with diminishing patience. The longer he stood her bickering with simpletons, the less sampling pool he had of such a rare phenomenon to witness in-person.

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    "A sample of stem cells would kill them. You are proposing a murder, right in the middle of camp. Knowing what causes wings isn't worth the death of even a single clanmate. Sure, it's painful, but I have yet to see someone die because of getting wings. May I suggest looking into the development of powers instead? And focusing more on environmental causes than internal ones?"
    Marley frowned, rolling her eyes. Honestly. She knew the type that this guy was, likely doing anything in the name of science.
    "If you don't get consent and documentation, whatever findings you have will be considered invalid. Try clearing it with individuals who don't have wings in case they do get them, rather than assaulting someone."
    Buzzwords. Some of her favorite words to use. And technical jargon; she hadn't read up on any of this stuff for years, but some of it was ingrained into her memory so that she could practically envision the exact places she read of it.


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    [spoiler=tags (may 20th, 2016)][justify]GENERAL;;
    marley rose | genderfluid | 16 months old physically, has memories of a human | mhyrr rose xx npc | gravity falls, the nox, windclan | student, beta, warrior | stubborn, intelligent, compulsive liar, neurodivergent | single (but in a polyamorous future plot) | demipanromantic asexual | creative | gullible | caring


    POWERS;;
    free powers | telepathy | multiple possessions | memory manip | emotion manip | the sight | super senses | shapeshifting | ability to take away pain | molecule manip | teleportation | telekinesis | mutation combopack


    BODIES;;
    white winged wolf with brown eyes | purple scaled tinted red with orange underbelly and violet eyes large dragon, wings look like the night sky | black with white splotches water panther with brown and green eyes | spidermonkey | black sheep | scarlet macaw | ashy faced barn owl | giraffe | moose | white tiger with hazel eyes


    INTERACTION;;
    physically easy | mentally hard | no kill/major injure | pm about capture | pm for plots | attack in snow and/or bold


    LINKS;; (bio is wip)
    heart chart | plotting | bio[/spoiler]


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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake relaxed herself, thankful for her classmates sticking up for her -- including Livepaw who she was certainly not expecting it from. She was not happy with the way this stranger was speaking to her. She was not a test experiment. As much as the feline wanted to protest against him once more, the feline was much too overwhelmed and fainnt feeling to defend herself. She looked vulnerable. Cake looked to the others in desperation, her sapphire eyes sad.


  • Pulsingstreams stood completely motionless for a moment, lost for words. "I think you have 'stem cells' confused with 'gray matter.'" Stem cells could be pulled from the bones or, in this case, from probably what was left molting from cells rearranging themselves into wings.

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    "...No, I'm fairly certain stem cells come from the base of the spine, where it connects to the skull."
    Darn, she was probably wrong. When was the last time she had looked at a medical textbook? Wait. Never, unless it was actually read about diseases, and it wasn't like this was covered in the health class she'd taken as a human.
    "And you didn't answer my other rebuttal. If you don't have consent, your research is going to be looked down on! Who wants to read about something found out by a scientist that essentially assaulted those that assisted their research?"
    This was actually giving her an odd, queasy feling- the sscenario was slightly similar to stories she had heard of another scientist doing in her human life.
    "Without all the documentation, how will you know the causes and effects? How will you be able to isolate one variable as the distinct cause of wings? Really, work with sentient beings, not against. Find out stuff like diet, environments, heck- even faith might be useful."
    Perhaps her tone had taken on a slightly condescending edge, and perhaps she was not going to win this... Conversation? Debate? She had always loved- well, not loved, but had initiated many debates. And perhaps won a few. And perhaps others thought her a bit strongheaded and self rightous after seeing her in one.
    She flicked her ear in acknowledgement of Padme's words, despite them not being directed at her.


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    [spoiler=tags (may 20th, 2016)][justify]GENERAL;;
    marley rose | genderfluid | 16 months old physically, has memories of a human | mhyrr rose xx npc | gravity falls, the nox, windclan | student, beta, warrior | stubborn, intelligent, compulsive liar, neurodivergent | single (but in a polyamorous future plot) | demipanromantic asexual | creative | gullible | caring


    POWERS;;
    free powers | telepathy | multiple possessions | memory manip | emotion manip | the sight | super senses | shapeshifting | ability to take away pain | molecule manip | teleportation | telekinesis | mutation combopack


    BODIES;;
    white winged wolf with brown eyes | purple scaled tinted red with orange underbelly and violet eyes large dragon, wings look like the night sky | black with white splotches water panther with brown and green eyes | spidermonkey | black sheep | scarlet macaw | ashy faced barn owl | giraffe | moose | white tiger with hazel eyes


    INTERACTION;;
    physically easy | mentally hard | no kill/major injure | pm about capture | pm for plots | attack in snow and/or bold


    LINKS;; (bio is wip)
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  • IC (thoughts are IC as well, because major salt): Pulsingstreams' patience had run out. By now, the cells had probably all settled, rendering useless cat useless, and the peanut gallery an imposition to scientific breakthrough. Getting lectured by such a close-minded cat did little more than lower two metal plates above the robot's eyes, as if he were narrowing them. Now furious, Pulsingstreams pointed a claw towards Marley while buzzing loudly, "Listen here, simpleton, for someone who wants to pretend to have such a firm grasp of the scientific process, you lack the basic methodology behind understanding it. Those wings did not appear from nothing; cells had to rearrange and multiply for that to occur. If a sampling of that proves a cache of stem cells, safe to harvest, exists, do you understand what that could mean? Limb regeneration, tissue reconstruction, ethical organ farming... all stopped because barbarians like you think knowledge cares to ask for permission. Consent is a Twoleg imposition; or do I need to list how many phenomenal advances the world has made at the cost of a few grotesque acts, much less a hair sample, or how many accidental and spontaneous discoveries found documentation after their genesis?! I could, but I'm not gifted in the language of cave paintings and grunts, so the endeavor would be lost on you!"


    Raising his chin into the air, Pulsingstreams turned around, not particularly caring if his metal tail struck anything. For once, he was glad to be in a robot suit, lest his body be subject to these fundamentalists. "May you all ask for consent from the medical herbs you chew for green and whitecough." The robot's parting words could have been more morbid, he supposed.



    //OOC: If anyone needs Pulsingstreams after this, he's probably going to be relieving stress by trying to electrocute some corpses to see what happens.


  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cake was starting to feel less and less welcome in the clan as of late. Sure, she was brash, rude and egotistic -- but she was also emotionally vulnerable. She was a cry baby. And most of all, though she tried to hide it with a serious load of fake high confidence, she secretly hated herself. In her eyes, she'd always been a "worthless cat". She was still struggling to understand what the whole argument had been about, she had no idea she had wings now even still. She looked about read to burst into tears at his words, ears flattened against her head as her gaze grew distant from everything around her, her breath quickening in pace.


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    Haldor folded his ears. All of this scientific talk, this useless arguing....he was getting fed up. He flexed his claws and snarled, "Can everyone shut the hell up?!" He twitched his white tail and looked to Pulsimgstreams. "You, get out of here and keep your 'experiments' away from us. Especially me." Haldor snorted. He turned to the others with a grunt, "Stop egging him on. He'll just whine some more."


    He took a deep breath and exhaled before glancing back at Cake. She didn't look so good. "What's the matter with you?" Haldor huffed.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; width: 450px; font-family: times new roman; auto;][justify]Seeing as Marley had everything under control and Pulsingstreams was just flat out ignoring her existence, the long-furred Maine Coon turned her attention back to Cake for a final time. Her tail flitted up to linger lightly on the winged female's flank, twitching slightly as she wasn't sure if the female would mind or not. "It's a-alright, C-Cake," murmured Padmé softly, warmth flooding back to her quiet voice and her golden optics, "J-just come g-get one of u-us if he comes b-back." [/justify][/fancypost]