[justify]She was lost. Oh so lost. But at least nothing too bad had happened to her, not that she knew of anyways. She had even met a bunny, but for some reason it had run away from her before she could have said hi, which was a shame in her opinion. Wandering around, the kit barely noticed as she passed over the Windclan border, more focused on which direction her home was located.[/justify]
Who Cares Where You Are? // Open + Joiner
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[fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=silver; borderwidth=1px; width: 390px; height: auto; margin-left: -6px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=#1F1818]Mississippi had gone on a light stroll. She was out to catch some prey when she noticed a somewhat white figure moving in the corner of her eye...
Turning her head suspiciously, she was shocked to find that it was a kit. What was a kit doing wandering out alone?
Carefully, she walked over to the young kitten, gaze curious. She had little idea of what to do with kits, but she would try anyways.
"Hello." She would say sweetly and carefully. "What are you doing out here alone? What's your name, little kit?" She would ask.//rushed af
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-Mississippi
-(former) Loner, wanderer
-WindClan
-3 yrs
-Female
-Single, bisexualPHYSICALLY;;
-Slim, streamlined cat. Well-groomed fur. Sleek pelt.
-Black/brown fur.
-Pale green eyes.PERSONALITY;;
-Mysterious but friendly. Social, interactive.
-Sarcastic, sharp tongue. Natural hunter. Adequate fighter.
-Light on her feet. Does not like to stay in a place for too long, likes to keep herself busy.
-Has a habit of procrastinating or neglecting things.
-Avid collecter. Likes to hoard things. Junk and miscellanous items in her den.INTERACTIONS;;
-Medium difficulty
-pm for capture/major injuries
-Attacks in [color=teal]Teal
-Open to plots/relationships[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border: 0px; overflow: auto; width: 400px;][justify]Bearpaw had been wandering about, not really doing anything in particular, when he heard Mississippi's voice. He trotted over to find said person and a young, kitten-sized stranger. "Oh - Hey there!" he greeted the kit, smiling. He gave Mississippi a friendly nod in greeting as well.[/justify][/fancypost]
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[justify]I'm Featherkit, a bit lost, but I'm sure I'm fine, who're you two? the female would cheerfully, honestly curious who they were. Huh, they seemed nice too, she liked that, made this place feel not so lonely.[/justify]
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leafpaw hadn't been far from there when he heard his clanmates voices - with another smaller voice in the mix. the striped feline padded quickly over through the grass, cocking his head as he approached. he took a casually tense stance next to bearpaw, flicking an ear. who was this kitten?
[hr]updated 7/29/16
GENERAL INFORMATION
♔ Leafpaw >>Leafwhisper
♔ Cisgender male
♔ NPC x NPC
♔ Trad. Windclan apprentice
♔ Mentored by Briarpatch
♔ Brother to Bearpaw, Soundpaw and Sparrowpaw
♔ Six months old
♔ Bisexual and single
♔ Crush is undecidedPERSONALITY
♔ Distant and short tempered
♔ Quiet but responsible
♔ Not quite emotionally dis-attached yetAPPEARANCE
♔ Very undersized for his age
♔ Tabby with partial white and yellow-green eyesHEALTH AND MENTAL STATE
♔ Physical Health: 79%
♔ Mental Health: 64%
♔ Under 75%?: A recent deathHarepaw
♔ Anger: 32%
♔ Happiness: 45%
♔ Sorrow: 21%
♔ Confusion: 2%BATTLING AND INTERACTIONS
♔ Attack in underlined white
♔ Easy to medium difficulty
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[justify]Otterbrook had had a task in mind when he stumbled upon the gathered cats; from the chunk of borage leaves in his maw, it was pretty obvious what. The medicine cat blinked down at Featherkit, surprised. She was lost... but she didn't seem too down about it. He set down his herbs, and gave a swish of his tail. "Ah, hi, Featherkit." A Clan name, he noted with interest. "This is WindClan territory... oh, and we're WindClan cats! My name is Otterbrook." The Burmese glanced around, trying to see if any cats were looking for her. "Ah, do you have... parents? Littermates?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -10px;][justify]★★★ Why would someone just leave their kitten out in the middle of the moors, unattended? That seemed like poor parenting to Flightpaw. The mottled molly came up, tilting her head at Featherkit as she sat down. "Hey, I'm Flightpaw. Yeah, where are your parents? They should be keeping a better eye on you. It can be dangerous for a kitten being out in the open like this," The apprentice said, words spilling out of her mouth. The talkative Windclanner didn't even think of the fact she could potentially be missing her parents.
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[justify]Dangerous? How is it dangerous? Just look how nice you're being! Featherkit would smile, oblivious to any real dangers such as predators or Bloodclanners. Really, she saw no reason why she shouldn't be here. It wasn't like she was causing trouble, and plus, look how nicely she was being treated![/justify]
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"We've had some trouble with dogs lately." Wolfkit explained, hoping the kit knew what a dog was. And a clan name? For a kit with no parents around? It hit a little too close to home. "Do you have anyone with you? Were you near anyone?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=silver; borderwidth=1px; width: 390px; height: auto; margin-left: -6px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=#1F1818]Mississippi flashed the kit a smile. "Name's Mississippi. A tongue-twister, I know." In all honesty, there were few cats who could pronounce her name fluidly and correctly. "Just call me Missi for the time being." She said. "That's much easier."
She glanced around, and then nodded at Wolfkit. "There's danger everywhere. Predators and enemies. Dogs are only just one of them."
She wondered if they would take the kit to camp.
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-Mississippi
-(former) Loner, wanderer
-WindClan
-3 yrs
-Female
-Single, bisexualPHYSICALLY;;
-Slim, streamlined cat. Well-groomed fur. Sleek pelt.
-Black/brown fur.
-Pale green eyes.PERSONALITY;;
-Mysterious but friendly. Social, interactive.
-Sarcastic, sharp tongue. Natural hunter. Adequate fighter.
-Light on her feet. Does not like to stay in a place for too long, likes to keep herself busy.
-Has a habit of procrastinating or neglecting things.
-Avid collecter. Likes to hoard things. Junk and miscellanous items in her den.INTERACTIONS;;
-Medium difficulty
-pm for capture/major injuries
-Attacks in [color=teal]Teal
-Open to plots/relationships[/fancypost]
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Missi talking, caused an unsettled feeling to settle on Wolfkits' spine, the fur spiking up. "Should we get away from here then?" He examined the surroundings, trying to place where they were by looking. When that achieved nothing, he sniffed the air pointlessly. Not being an apprentice sucked, because you weren't trained enough with scents to tell. "Are you sure that you can't scent any other cats?"
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