WE WAIT FOR THE NIGHTS DECOR [open]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]small light steps pattered against the ground as scout walked through the village, looking around the cabins to look for an empty one to provide as his shelter. while low-lit glowing eyes looked from one house to the other, he took the time to memorize who was who. the demon was terrible with names and it would be embarrassing to forget those who accepted him into their home. so there was praguespring; he seemed rather nice. an intriguing fellow but he wondered why he stuttered. perhaps some partial brain damage that controls his speech patterns... then there was kate. she was a bunny who he was almost as big as.


    strangely enough scout could care less for his size. this form he took was just perfect for him he found it quite entertaining to find out a bunny was larger than him, actually. the last name he heard though was camael. she didn't seem all too welcoming to scout when he initially joined but it was predictable. the asian palm civet was a stranger. they didn't know him and caution was logical. it seemed as though the majority of the clan though wasn't very talkative. it was so... quite within the borders. not many had even spoken when they approached him at the border. it was... interesting.


    as the small mammal was lost in thought, he bumped muzzle-first into someone and stumbled back on his rump, shaking his head and dusting off the fur on his chest. i apologize, i wasn't watching wh- he was suddenly cut off as the windclanner growled at him and sulked away, leaving scout to frown in confusion. perhaps his apology didn't sound sincere enough. with a shrug of his shoulders, scout would turn his head to the vacant cabin to his side and smile while hopping up the stone steps to the door. he nosed the door open and sniffed the air inside. the inside was completely empty. light filtered through the few windows from inside and dust particles slowly drifted through the air.


    it was perfect. he had enough room for himself and a possible roommate at that. a smile spread across the toddy cats maw and he turned around to sit atop of the porch. would anyone like to help decorate my new home? he called out, loud enough to be heard just within the camp at least. the cabin was rather drab from not being inhabited for some time, and he would surely enjoy bonding with his new clanmates over the activity.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Happykit wanted to help! He LOVED to help! He was going to be super useful today. The tiny ginger pelted tom scampered over with a mouthful of pretty looking flowers from his momma Kate's garden. People liked flowers in their home right? His momma had lots of flowers in her home for decoration. "I got fwowers!" he exclaimed once he handed them over to the new member to the clan. "Whadda you want? I get lotsa cool stuff for ya house!" he was already pacing in circles, ready to run and fetch whatever he needed at command.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The individual whom they had stumbled into previously was clearly rather rude, barely bothering to listen to their apology, and acting as if they had never so much as apologised? Chervil didn't like people whom pertained to such ignorance, really. He'd try his best not to judge them, of course, but had he known them personally, he'd have pointed them out on their obnoxious behaviour.


    For now, however, it seemed as if the newcomer was far more invested in decorating his home, and therefore, Chervil would be happy to help. "I'll give you a hand, if you'd like?" The canine would offer, approaching shortly after Kate's child had - whom seemed quite excited by the idea, too.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Sanctifiedpaw on the other hand was already seething from the rudeness she had witnessed while she had been returning from a hunt by herself. She had nimbly stepped into the inside of the village area, weaving around large clanmates and small, her mind was half-conscious since she was thinking about her mother. She had promised to return soon but without her's spirit resting at night around the curled up apprentice, San had managed to barely get a wink of sleep. Nightmares had seeped into her head and caused her to fidget and constantly wake up. But hearing the tiny commotion, the female had glanced over and gone to a half when she noticed an unfamiliar member begin to apologize to another one that rudely walked away with their refusal to not apologize. Her chrome lime green optics narrowed and the female's spotted fur began to rise, her quick tongue ready to shout out or shove the windclanner without a sound.


    But as she was about to, the savannah noticed the small mammal simply gave a light shrug with its tiny shoulders and the dappled hybrid's narrowed fueled raging gaze slightly widened with curiosity. He seemed to be a lot more patient than her as the stubborn female wanted to see if the male was okay so she followed close, noticing he was attempting to find a new home. San supposed he must be new then, or just an inactive outsider of the clan although the first one seemed more likely. Her paws lead her towards the path but at the corner of her eye, noticed Cherviltea. Her tired rather dazed form went to slip beside him as she heard just in time that Scout wished to receive aid from his clanmates. Giving a small light smile on her muzzle and dipping her head respectfully, the female offered "I could help you if you don't mind. I don't believe I've met you. I'm Sanctifiedpaw but I prefer just San." A small yawn cracked itself open as the feline leaned back into her lean back haunches, raising a paw to rub an eye but making sure not to rub off her tribal marks.
    [hr][align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][spoiler=TAGS — UPDATED JUNE 26, 2016][justify]general information —
    sanctified(paw)+(taboo) mononoke
    reincarnation of wednesday hayate
    daughter of wingstar & fireflyspark
    prefers to be called simply "san"
    female
    single
    savannah feline
    unknown sexuality
    windclan apprentice
    mentored by praguespring
    9 months(body) + 16 years(spiritually)
    ages one month, every 100 post milestone
    based off san from princess mononoke


    confrontation information —
    medium/hard physical difficulty
    medium mental difficulty
    attack in BOLDED LIME-GREEN
    no killing nor capturing without given permission
    can powerplay peaceful actions if needed


    power information —
    teleportation power
    ability to take away pain
    manipulation of molecules
    multiple possessions


    personal information —
    (SHORT PHYSICAL) agile lean caramel brown russet red savannah feline with forest green eyes. has red paint markings on her cheeks & forehead. wears a wolf tooth necklace (only during special events) & dark blue arm cuffs on upper forelegs, tends to wear her mask when off to battle.


    (MENTAL / SHORT PERSONA) can see a wolf spirit named Moro, who follows her around, she is the adopted mother of San and speaks only to her in thoughts. positive traits: bold, highly determined, and natural strategists with fighting. she is mostly fearless and will tend to express her thoughts freely without any uncertainty. she is extremely hard working and also has a loving wonder for nature & new things (if they are not human-related) negative traits: fiery, stubborn, and tends to create fights or arguments if pushed to the brink of her short temper. she is known to fail at social skills but does not lock away from people.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1; width:400px; overflow:auto; text-align:justify; font-family:constantina][size=11pt]Big deal. The beast didn't feel compelled to say anything regarding the random Windclanner's behavior. Perhaps that made him a bad Guardian, but Locksmith didn't see the civet caring much and so it was pretty mutual. Lock lumbered over, towering over the little group as he gave his shoulder blades a slow shuffle. "Ditto. Me name be Locksmith." He didn't offer to help with the decorating though since he was pretty much clueless when it came to that sort of stuff. He could probably lift some heavy stuff if it was needed, but the rest of it wasn't particularly one of his strong points.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]as the first to approach was a jovial kit offering flowers, scout would allow a pleasant close-lipped smile to spread across his dark mottled features. he politely accepted, and conjured forth a nice blue vase to set them in. he would add water later of course. thank you young sir, they're perfect. scout chuckled as he set the vase down beside him. the windowsill next to the door would be a nice place to keep it. get enough sunlight through the window, and everyone who passed by could see them as well.


    nothing extreme. a bed, maybe some lounge furniture. a dresser, bookshelves. he listed them as he thought of what would be proper for just an animal to have. he wasn't human, so any sort of electrical appliances were a no-go. he wouldn't want to risk accidentally setting the house aflame from not having proper thumbs to fix something. a dining table maybe? it wouldn't be used often though, he liked to eat outside and whatever he caught was usually consumed then and there. maybe some rugs to soften the place more. and lanterns to give it some more light inside. he finished, turning his head to cherviltea. i would very much appreciate all the help i can get, thank you.


    then sanctifiedpaw was next to approach, and he bowed his head in greeting. wonderful to meet you; i am scout archelaus. you may call me scout, though. he dipped his head the same to locksmith before rising to a stand once more, and beckoning those who offered help inside. i would enjoy to hear some advice as well; interior design isn't exactly my forte. he smirked, carrying the vase by his teeth and nudging the door open once more. he set it on the windowsill as planned, and looked around the cabin through narrowed eyes. he had too many idea's for the place buzzing in his head to just select and focus on one. he never had a home all to himself before...


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]She passes by early enough to witness the exchange between Scout and another WindClanner. She makes a mental note to confront her unnecessarily rude clan-mate later— the most likely outcome will end in her bruised from a fight, 'cause she literally can't go a fuckin' day without gettin' beaten up— and decides to heed Scout's call for now. Sanctifiedpaw's there, and she kinda gives San a discreet, admiring glance before returning to the matter at hand. "Yo, I c'n help with... somethin'," she says.


    /bye muse
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