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The silver tabby would appear to ghost out of the fog and tilt her grey eyes at the tom. Studying him, her eyes focusing on him as if she would crawl into his pelt herself and walk around for a while just for the shits and giggles. Instead of doing that, she would flex her untrained claws into the soft ground underneath them, unsure if he posed a threat but not going to risk not being ready for it if so.
"Who are you?" She said, her voice soft and though not hostile, not friendly either.
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parody candela
- student of phantomclan
- female
- 6 months old physically
- silver tabby w/ white chest, paws, and tail tip w/ grey eyes
BATTLE INFORMATION
extremely easy- no kill
- attack in ivory
- no powers
RELATIONS
ringo candela x selenium deerling (generation 13)
- sister of rhys and cassie, related to and many more
ETCETERA
bio is on profile
- dislikes being called ugly, boyish, or told not to do something (she will immediately plan on doing it)
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;opacity:.7][sub]Rolling her eyes at him, the six-month old femme would tilt her head the other way, sizing him up. He didn't look like much; what could he bring to the Clan? Of course, though, Parody was watching his actions as well, his posture, his words, she wasn't just seeing if he was fit for PhantomClan, she was seeing how she mimic his behaviour. She had no honest-to-god reason that she could find for herself that she should work on being individualized and unique instead of copying others mannerisms.
"Parody. This is PhantomClan, and that's not a 'matter of opinion'. I'd say you should be comfortable where you live, and being somewhere 'creepy' isn't it." She said, matching his somewhat flippant tone almost to the t. To him, it may be silent, but it was if the fog was murmuring to her: smile like he is, do what he does, the only winner is the one who gets away with it and you're the best player you know.
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parody candela
- student of phantomclan
- female
- 6 months old physically
- silver tabby w/ white chest, paws, and tail tip w/ grey eyes
BATTLE INFORMATION
extremely easy- no kill
- attack in ivory
- no powers
RELATIONS
ringo candela x selenium deerling (generation 13)
- sister of rhys and cassie, related to and many more
ETCETERA
bio is on profile
- dislikes being called ugly, boyish, or told not to do something (she will immediately plan on doing it)
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[justify]Two people. Neither of them did he know. He was slacking, then. Shame on him. Silent as always the boy would pad over on soft paws, head ducked in a way that made it hard to see his face with his hood hanging over. Ack. He'd open the notepad and flip it to a page where he'd previously written the words, 'I'm Threepaw. Welcome to Phantomclan.' before the kid slid the paper over to Gin, his orange striped tail flicking easily.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;opacity:.7][sub]She nodded at his words. Didn't like change? He may not like her, her personality was about as solid as water was when wet. Glancing at Threepaw, she found his name strange; he obviously had four legs, which meant four paws. His pelt was pretty though, she wouldn't mind having it, though she did like her own pelt for the most part. The silver was the same colour as the fog you could see far off but never really sink into. That mystical, darker shade that meant it was farther away, but when you traveled towards it, it just got lighter. That was her pelt. If you come too close, she'll disappear.
"You're excused, for now." She said as Threepaw slid his notepad over. It was only because of him that she knew how to read, really. Thinking about his words, though, she would nod. "However, I suppose you will get used to it." With a flick of her tail, and without a goodbye, Parody would saunter off, feeling as if her presence was no longer needed. Someone else could impress the joiner, she was tired of trying to copy him. It wasn't fun, really, he was too... She wasn't going to say cute, he wasn't, not to her young brain.
He was too charming. And she didn't really care for it. It was too much fun just reacting normally; she didn't want to get used to it.
As she'd been thinking in the back of her head earlier, she disappeared into the fog, and she was quite satisfied.
/maybe we could do a private thread with them later on? not tonight, i'm losing my muse cuz i'm tired, but i'm thinking they could have a lot of innocent fun together
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parody candela
- student of phantomclan
- female
- 6 months old physically
- silver tabby w/ white chest, paws, and tail tip w/ grey eyes
BATTLE INFORMATION
extremely easy- no kill
- attack in ivory
- no powers
RELATIONS
ringo candela x selenium deerling (generation 13)
- sister of rhys and cassie, related to and many more
ETCETERA
bio is on profile
- dislikes being called ugly, boyish, or told not to do something (she will immediately plan on doing it)
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Ringo made the slightest face at his daughter as he appeared beside of Threepaw. My my, wasn't she snarky? She probably inherited it from Gabriel... Wait no, wrong litter. It was probably just Ringo then, as much as he relucted admitting it. "Welcome to PhantomClan," he would chime in lightly, a smile creeping onto his face "The name's Ringo Candela."
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She didn't appreciate this, this... social interaction. Standing stiffly to the side for a moment, the rugged creature would say nothing of importance, orbs glowing, though it wasn't noticeable due to how she tilted her cranium. "Mercury.. thorns." Just her name, and she'd fall silent again, rather rigid.
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[justify]yikes, whose kid was this? can't people control their brats these days?
...that's what he says, but fish didn't listen to a word he said. if he were an old man, he would probably ramble about how his son is just like him when he was a kid, but that wasn't exactly the case. fish was less of a violent brute and more.... sassier? still piss annoying at times, though.
''welcome.'' holy, whose grandpa was this? bakshi eyed the newcomer with a hint of curiosity, but knew better than to voice his thoughts. if xeryus was anything to go by, old people aren't to be joked with.
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