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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:400px; margin-top:-8px] Commercialpup was new here, and had recently been allowed to leave the safety of her mothers home to explore. The ghastly looking child had been exploring for the past few days, not managing to meet too many people. But now, as she explored the main camp, she found what seemed to be an oddly colored she-cat. Unless, of course, these types of colors were normal and she just hadn't had the pleasure to meet many of them. The purple feline seemed to be calling out, her mouth moving but Commercial hearing no sound.


    The dire wolf decided that she didn't appear to be crying out for help so it would be safe to introduce herself. Sitting, suddenly a card appeared in front of her with the words 'Salutations. I am Commercialpup.' The card was gone as soon as it appeared, and it was soon replaced with another one. 'I am deaf, I am deaf.' Of course, she didn't mean to conjure the card with the phrase on it twice, but sometimes she messed up.


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    A deaf wolf and a blind cat; StarClan, this is going to be interesting. At least Commercialpup isn't the center of attention, instead he merely hears Moonpaw speak and a rustling of paper from the child who has padded forth next to him and nothing else. Which is... odd, but he thinks very little of it. His ears are swiveled towards the apprentice instead, his blind gaze looking blindly just past her. "Ah, I... I-I think we met when you joined? B-But, um, my name's J-Jericho," the Councilman introduces himself once more. To be honest, he wasn't sure what else to say. She'd said to ask questions and play games, but... what could he ask? The tabby lingers on the thought for a moment, hesitant to speak before he pushes past his shyness and his jaws part once more. "Uh, wh-where do you come... where do you c-come from?" Hopefully it's alright to ask; he's merely trying to get to know the apprentice better.
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    Turning to Jericho she had offered a reassuring smile only to come to the conclusion the male was blind. She hummed, this was definitely interesting. She still smiled, however, genuinely happy to meet them. "I think I remember you, Jericho." She paused, humming again as she thought. She didn't remember much as a kit. "I came from a small clan, far away. But I don't remember much of it. I've just mostly been a loner with my mother and twin brother up until now."



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]"I'm Partyanimal, but just call me Par. One half of the Commune Councilmen," Par chuffed, padding over and taking a seat. So Comm was deaf, and Jeri was blind. Something told the tiger that it'd be a bit of a challenge for the two to communicate. She supposed she should throw in a question, too, and after thinking for a few moments, she came up with one. "If you had to be something other than a cat, what would you like to be?"


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    Indeed, as the dire wolf looked around with her ghastly grey eyes everyone's mouths were moving, but being deaf the pup couldn't hear them.


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    -arabella hawthorn muse norwood vexed
    -4 months old(ages realistically starting at 2 months on may 11)
    -cisfemale
    -sunclan
    -lady (hp) of commune
    -ambassador for thunderclan (next visit by 8/15)
    -all white kitsune with golden eyes
    -has a familiar named peach (tragulus chevrotain/lesser deer mouse)
    -3/4 demon + 1/4 mortal
    -can only eat fox meat and fruit
    interaction
    -pm for any plots(including capturing)
    -no killing/maiming
    -she is generally kind to all, though easily angered. she holds herself very highly, however doesn't let this warp her opinion of others
    -understands why enemies are enemies & probably won't be friendly to them
    relationships
    -daughter of phantom h.m.n and cain v.
    -sees phantom as both parental roles
    -sees fairykit as best friend
    -no significant other
    powers
    -elemental(fire)
    -elemental pelt(turns on/off with emotions, fire)
    -molecular manipulation(uses this to walk & look graceful as heck)
    -soundwave manipulation(her scream is very scary/demonic/loud/sounds like it has multiple voices)
    -the sight
    -telepathy
    -super senses

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    BROWNWYN DUPONT

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    Bronwyn approached next, studying her clanmates for a few seconds before offering Moonpaw a smile. Jericho was blind and Comm was deaf- it'd be funny to see them try to communicate.
    The femme, however, didn't say anything on the matter. She turned to Moonpaw, still smiling, and decided to speak to her directly. "Hi! I'm Bronwyn Dupont, and I'm a Councilwoman here." The femme didn't know if it was okay to state her guild- Espionage was known for being pretty mysterious, and they were supposed to hide, right?
    To distract from the brief moment of silence in between them, Bronwyn asked Moonpaw a question, her tail flicking behind her. "Um, would you rather be able to fly or read minds?"
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    She pulled her notebook, tilting her head as she read the cards and nodded. She wrote out quickly, 'Thank you. I like your name, too! They're just introducing themselves and asking some silly questions.' She slid the notebook back to Commercialpup and moved to the next two.


    "A pleasure to meet you, Arabella and Bronwyn!" She tapped her chin again, humming once more as she thought. "Oh, definitely read minds. I'm scared of heights, actually." She grinned sheepishly and shrugged, "What about you, which would you rather be able to do?"



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    CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE, AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]So he'd left the Exiles and stuck to this place. This was good, this was good. In his mind, at least. It just meant now he didn't have to hop between places back and forth constantly, and a raid on Sunclan from the Exiles would've been awkward. So here came the serpent, slithering over and locking his gaze to the stranger (who'd introduced themselves as Moonpaw, from what he overheard.


    "Keiji, part of the Medical guild here," he'd greet, nodding his head only slightly before curling his lips, which was becoming more of an annoying habit to him now. "Questions mm... Pacifistic tendencies or genocidal? What are your greatest fears and what do you consider your dominant strengths?" It was always a good thing to know what people felt like towards those few things, and they were vital to his collection of information on everyone.
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