SWEETIE LITTLE JEAN WHERE DID YOU GO? | open, joiner

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    The blonde kitten had no idea how he had gotten there. Something had drawn him and since all of that had happened, he had felt like this was where he should go. He had no idea why but that was what boosted his optimism. Being in a new place, having a fresh start, it was delightful. Maybe he'd go and pay Phantom and the others a visit. Ah, little did he know...


    The child stood on the border, pale leafy green eyes vibrant behind his black glasses as he glanced around. Yes, this place was interesting as it was also extremely cool. Not as cool as him, but that was subject to opinion he guessed. Not like he'd ever admit that though. He flicked his ear, his expression bright however there was no trace of a smile. A light hum bubbled from his throat, a little rhyme passing through his closed lips as he glanced around. Maybe he could find Gameboy after settling here and they could build flower crowns together. That would be fun. Maybe they could make pasta necklaces as well to go along with their crowns. The mere thought of it brewed excitement in the pits of his stomach as he leant back and forth, shifting weight between his paws as he waited rather impatiently.


    [spoiler=info, updated 9th July 2016]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    ▪ Mythicalkit Vargas-Muse-Norwood-Divinus-Winchester-Obliviscatur
    ▪ Myth, Michael (only lets Tas call him that) | Male
    ▪ Demi-Panromantic | Pansexual
    ▪ 5 months | Ages every 250 posts
    ▪ Child | Sunclan
    ▪ Based off Link Neal from Good Mythical Morning


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ▪ Single | Not crushing on anyone | No potential crushes
    ▪ ½ ---
    ▪ Blair x npc | Has no mentor


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ SPECIES [birth/main]: Domestic Feline | health: 100%
    — Creamy blond furred kitten. Stunning pale leaf green eyes. Wears a pair of black glasses due to short sightedness.
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none


    PERSONALITY:
    — Friendly
    — Creative
    — Optimistic
    — Bubbly
    — Naive
    — Gullible


    POWERS:
    ★ title | [un]discovered — [un]mastered
    — how they are able to use the power, etc.


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ easy/medium physically and mentally
    ▪ Attack in bolded and italicized #9ea467.
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The individual she managed to stumble across seemed fairly ecstatic, drawing a curious blink from the femme's ashen orbs. "Ah, name and business?" Tama would sport the usual question, though she was rather interested in knowing as to why he happened to be so thrilled.. Ah, or no, now that she considered it: being enthusiastic in regards to a new home, and a new beginning, gave substantial reason to the other's vibrant demeanor. She had been fairly excited to join a new home, when she had joined Blizzardclan, around this time last year, after all.. Though, she had been quite young, and therefore, she couldn't truly say that she had wrapped her head around concepts such as 'new beginnings' or a 'new home' in general, especially given her amnesia at the time. She supposed that she had merely been overjoyed by the fact that she wouldn't have to thrive alone, in truth, though such a thing had been subliminal.


    TAGS 01/08/2016

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]He was still reeling a little from his own recent joining. He couldn’t cling to Whiskey the entire time they were here, he knew, but he missed having a piece of home already. Everything about BlizzardClan was new and different and mind-boggling. That was why Polarispride was on its border now; he had to get his bearings somehow. Patrolling had always helped him figure things out in the past. It gave him time to think, time to be alone, and an opportunity to make himself useful. BlizzardClan had been kind enough to take him in, no questions asked; he had to repay them somehow, didn’t he?


    It was only logical for him to happen across a stranger. Still, he found himself hesitating when he noticed the kitten on the border. One of his Clanmates – he cast around for a name, but came up with nothing – had already approached; Polarispride followed at a distance, folding his wings. Just a kid. Wow.


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS | 8/12][size=8]* all telepathic messages [written in bold italics] can be ignored


    " I WILL TELL YOU I LOVE YOU "
    ★ polarispride brides | transgender male [he/him]
    ★ single | crushing on nobody | pansexual
    ★ npc x npc | adopted by legacy | mentor to none
    ★ twenty-eight months | march 17 | aged real-time
    ★ warrior of blizzardclan | ½ travel buddies


    " BUT THE MUFFS ON YOUR EARS WILL CATER YOUR FEARS "
    ★ frequently speaks with telepathy*
    ★ runaway ex-leader of windclan
    ★ ex-member of dorne and the knights of eden
    ★ out of practice with most powers
    ★ suspicious of manmade objects and foods


    " MY NOSE AND FEET ARE RUNNING AS WE START "
    ★ DOMESTIC CAT [current/main] | health: 100%
    — blue point siamese with light blue eyes. tall and thin, but stronger than he looks. missing chunk of left ear. has sweeping black wings and stubby blue-gray horns; often loses feathers. heavily scarred; most severe scarring across muzzle and right shoulder. always wears necklace with a blue box. reference.
    — major injuries: none
    — [i]minor injuries: none


    " TO TRAVEL THROUGH SNOW, TOGETHER WE GO "
    — alert, dutiful, kindly, neat, peaceful, polite, soft-spoken, unpretentious
    — apologetic, careful, indecisive, pessimistic, prejudiced, private, wistful
    — trying to heal. has difficulty forgiving creatures, including himself, for past crimes. learning to protect those he cares about. blindly loyal to few individuals. afraid of being recognized and hated by former clanmates.
    — [i]all opinions are ic only


    " WE GET COLDER AS WE GROW OLDER "
    ★ reluctant to form relationships | polite but reserved
    ★ attack in slateblue | physically medium | mentally medium
    ★ fights from a distance | never aims to kill | avoids combat
    ★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    ★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    ★ may respond negatively to physical contact


    " WE WILL WALK SO MUCH SLOWER "
    ★ character bond [whiskey, currently weakened]
    ★ elemental powers [all, mainly fire], unmastered
    ★ invisibility, unmastered
    ★ scent manipulation, unmastered
    ★ super senses, unmastered
    ★ telepathy, semi-mastered

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    wisteriagarden has become slightly numb to the surprise of those who came to the border. sometimes it was creatures she never saw, other times it was children who were scared for their lives. rarely, there would be a joiner with an injury. mythicalkit seemed to be none of those. at least, not a scared child. he seemed pretty relaxed to be on the border - she assumed that was good. he wouldn't have to do much adjusting if he stayed if he didn't seem like he had much to lose. she stayed silent as she waited for the child's response to tama, gaze briefly landing on Polaris before bouncing back to the tom in question.
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    tags! ( updated 7/23 )

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px]This little cutie seemed excited!— as he should be. Francis could understand that the reaction to joining a new Clan could vary from creature to creature, but wasn't it so thrilling? It was a home, a perfectly permanent one, and he was assuming that everyone who joined didn't have a home yet, so they ought to be super grateful. At least, this was what Francis felt when remembering his own joining. Honestly, he'd just been grateful for the company of other, sentient creatures. Flirting with mindless prey wasn't going to boost his sanity any (if he could be considered sane). "Bonjour." he murmured, giving the kitten a friendly smile.


    TAGS (7/23)

    Storm came up next to Francis, offering the kitten a faint smile as he swished his tail from side to side. This kitten seemed excited, which was probably a good thing. It meant they already liked it here, right? At least that's how he saw it. Either way, it was nice to see a happy child face show up at the border for once, most young joiners tended to have experienced something terrible or something like that... This one seemed different though.