BREAKABLE // open- new familiar !

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    BROWNWYN DUPONT

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    Bronwyn had been feeling relatively serene lately. She had gotten promoted recently, her clan wasn't under too much stress; life was good.
    Life was good, she told herself. It was good enough to go down to the beach and relax there, like she used to before Lucifer drowned.
    So there she was, stretched out on the sand, trying to calm down and relax and slow her breathing, when she heard the pattering of tiny paws.
    Out of nowhere, a small weight pinned her tail to the sand. Bronwyn opened her eyes warily, prepared for it to be some sort of ambush or attack.
    No- it was an otter. A baby otter. It stared at her expectantly, it's tiny paws clinging to her tail.
    With a huff, Bronwyn closed her eyes once more. She wasn't going to stop relaxing, especially not for some otter.
    A tiny squeak- indignant, even, was heard.
    Bronwyn opened one eye and sighed, sitting up and allowing the baby otter to scamper around to her front paws.
    "Don't you have a mom or something? Parents?" Bronwyn asked, trying to sound annoyed. Sure, it was adorable, but it was annoying her.
    The otter stared back at her, wide-eyed and silent, keeping its little paws perched on hers.
    It wasn't going to leave- Bronwyn, at this point, had accepted that. It was staying with her.
    Bronwyn exhaled and moved her paws aside, letting it curl up in between them. The otter was now hers.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]It seemed everyone was getting familiars lately. The Initiate hadn't yet had it happen to her, but she was silently hoping. Having a little critter following you around sounded like great fun and company. Par smiled as she noticed the otter between Bronwyn's paws, padding over to her as she parted her jaws to meow, "Who's your new friend, Bron?"


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    GENERAL


      [li]partyanimal[/li]
      [li]13 months (ages real time; 1 month on the 15th of each month)[/li]
      [li]sunclan initiate (guild of commune)[/li]
      [li]ambassador for riverclan (next visit by july 9th)[/li]
      [li]domestic feline[/li]
      [li]bigender (she/her or he/him)[/li]
      [li]pansexual, polyamorous[/li]
      [li]single + ready to date almost anyone[/li]
      [li]npc x npc[/li]


    POWERS


      [li]ability to glow (pawpads; red & eyes; match current eye colour)[/li]
      [li]eye colour manipulation[/li]


    BATTLE


      [li]physically medium & mentally medium[/li]
      [li]no killing or maiming & ask for capture[/li]
      [li]attack in [color=red]red

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    Was it just her, or was just about everyone getting familiars these days? Noticing the baby otter, Scarletscream couldn't help but land near Bronwyn and Par, folding her wings as she approached them. Smiling at the little otter, she noticed how its eyes looked...intelligent, somehow? "Cute friend you have there," she commented.



    TAGS & INFO

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    BROWNWYN DUPONT

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    Bronwyn snorted as Partyanimal spoke, glancing down at the otter for a few quick seconds before she replied to both Par and Scarlet.
    "He's not my friend. He's just, uh, chilling out with me. I don't have a name for him or anything, but he was all alone, so I figured I could just let him sit here until his otter family came along or some *." Bronwyn looked down at the otter once more, watching it curl up and lay down.
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    more pets or something? looked like it. the small domestic bounded over, his alight tail swishing back and forth as he looked at the otter. "he's real cute!"


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