the gods above are smiling in the night ; [ OPEN; 3-SIBLINGS JOINING ]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:420px;font-size:7pt;]His back hurt, his stomach growled, and he wasn't even sure if it was worth it. Afterlife and his siblings had went on an adventure to find their father on a simple half-fact from their mother. Afterlife had been absolutely torn about leaving his mother but she had been relentless. She wanted her children to go, explore the world. And a perfect start, of course, would have been finding the very tom who fathered them.


    Afterlife sniffed. The smell of RiverClan clung to his nostrils although he couldn't identify it. His siblings were somewhere behind him, he had decided to scout ahead. Out of breath, the large black smoke allowed himself to crash on a thick wad of moss at the base of a nearby tree. Out of breath and exhausted, Afterlife rested - waiting for his siblings or someone to find him. He was done for the day.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px]Though it dearly pained him having to leave their mother behind, Baroque had to admit that this new adventure would be...exciting, at the very least. He didn't know much about their father, other than his name ("Jager") and that he lived in a place called RiverClan. His siblings might not have been too keen on meeting the one that had abandoned them so early on in life, but he himself was looking forward to the prospect. Perhaps there had been extenuating circumstances, or he hadn't had a choice -- either way, Roque wasn't the type to judge a situation without knowing the full extent of it.


    [color=#e1e1e1]"You alright?" he'd question the other male, wondering if perhaps they should have stopped and rested, even if it meant that they'd arrive a day late. Hopefully they'd be able to get a good night's rest here, as well as some food. Baroque was somewhat tempted to drop down next to Afterlife but...no, it wouldn't do, especially if someone approached them soon. He would sit down however, neatly tucking his tail around his paws as he waited for one of the RiverClanners to greet them.

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    [justify][font=georgia]"giving up so quickly afty?"
    the teasing tone of the black cat rose in the air, the domestic feline moving over to stand next to her brother with a sashay to her hips, something that spoke of her confidence in matters. not that she felt very confident about any of this - she had gotten home with basically enough time to be sent away with her siblings on a little 'adventure'.


    thanks mom. sarcastically.


    but like hell was she going to let anyone else realize this fact outside of her siblings. supernatural wasn't enjoying this whole plan, had already formed an opinion of this 'jager', but she... couldn't stay on her own anymore. not at the moment.


    [color=#008917]"smells weird here. like... fish. and cat. fishcats."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Ivylee, all her life, had wished that she could've spent enough time with her siblings to actually know them. Humans took that away from her, however, when they gave her away. Ever since then, she hated humans, and her heart panged for her family that she would never be reunited with. When the small Samoyed arrived on the scene, she couldn't help but feel envious of the three siblings. She wasn't one to normally get jealous, but she couldn't help it. She just wished she had her own siblings by her side still. It really hurt to know that she never even got the chance to grow up with them. "Umm... May I help you?" The Riverclan Advisor politely asked once she reached the trio, tipping her head to one side. She was curious about what they were doing here, and more importantly hoped that they would join. Who could blame her? she loved new joiners!

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    "Well, for one, I'm no cat." The hulking mass of the bear-sized wolf leaned over them, a grim look on her face. The demon then settled into an easy grin, sitting down. The wolf tilted her head, the demon's eyes searching the three siblings. Huh. "Well, whaddya doin' here kiddos? And what're your names?" She huffed. Her tail flicked behind her in silence.




    [spoiler=tags, updated 8/10]general:
    cryingangel | cry, angel | cisgender female
    pansexual panromantic polyamarous | dating hana/wave
    riverclan | npc x npc | immortal fallen angel/vampire with demonic actions
    recently raped | crying x exiler rape litter




    physical:
    - white wolf, extra fur, black feathers on back, ice blue eyes
    - (main && current) black wolf, extra fur, white stripes, blood red eyes




    injuries:
    - 67% health
    - bullet wound in left shoulder {bear trap incident} (healing, bullet removed)
    - missing front right paw {bear trap incident} (healed over)
    - multiple cuts on the front {exile capture}
    - two stab wounds, on her stomach and left side {exile capture}




    personality:
    - {shown} sharp minded, vulgar tounge, lustful, strong, bull-headed, bloodthirsty, unbreakable
    - {not shown} sharp minded, inspective, natural eavesdropper, believes she can conquer anything, quiet, withdrawn, protective




    powers:
    - elemental - fire
    - the sight, telepathy
    - ability to take/give pain, conjuring, flower prints
    - shapeshifting
    - memory manipulation, molecule manipulation
    - growing ability
    - super speed




    confrontation:
    - physically hard, nearly impossible mentally
    - attack in [color=#888888]bold #888888
    - can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions[/spoiler]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:420px;font-size:7pt;]Afterlife twitched his nose in obvious distaste. "Don't mess with me Nat, i'm exhausted." He replied mildly, groaning inwardly. The black smoke's ears turned in the direction of his brother. He made a noise at the back of his throat - a small gesture that he was okay - and laid his head down against the moist moss.


    Supernatural had been right. This place did smell weird. It stunk of fish and it made Afterlife want to throw up. But maybe that was because fish wasn't his favorite - not in the least - and his stomach had been empty for quite a bit.


    Ready to speak again to his siblings, he was cut off by the arrivals of other felines - and a wolf. The wolf made Afterlife leap to his paws, back arched and teeth bared. He blindly dismissed Ivylee for the time being, his green eyes narrowed into slits. His black-strained fur brushed against a warm side, and he found comfort in knowing he had found himself pressed closer to Baroque.

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    Cry sighed, then groaned. It wasn't like she was going to eat them. She wasn't, she swore. She might've screwed up and drank their blood, but no, she wasn't going to eat them. "Kids, kids, settle down, damnit. Look, completely harmless." Cry said, coughing twice. Completely harmless and slight pregnant, but that was besides the point.




    [spoiler=tags, updated 8/10]general:
    cryingangel | cry, angel | cisgender female
    pansexual panromantic polyamarous | dating hana/wave
    riverclan | npc x npc | immortal fallen angel/vampire with demonic actions
    recently raped | crying x exiler rape litter




    physical:
    - white wolf, extra fur, black feathers on back, ice blue eyes
    - (main && current) black wolf, extra fur, white stripes, blood red eyes




    injuries:
    - 67% health
    - bullet wound in left shoulder {bear trap incident} (healing, bullet removed)
    - missing front right paw {bear trap incident} (healed over)
    - multiple cuts on the front {exile capture}
    - two stab wounds, on her stomach and left side {exile capture}




    personality:
    - {shown} sharp minded, vulgar tounge, lustful, strong, bull-headed, bloodthirsty, unbreakable
    - {not shown} sharp minded, inspective, natural eavesdropper, believes she can conquer anything, quiet, withdrawn, protective




    powers:
    - elemental - fire
    - the sight, telepathy
    - ability to take/give pain, conjuring, flower prints
    - shapeshifting
    - memory manipulation, molecule manipulation
    - growing ability
    - super speed




    confrontation:
    - physically hard, nearly impossible mentally
    - attack in [color=#888888]bold #888888
    - can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions[/spoiler]
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    " speaking "thinking roleplaying


    [justify][font=georgia]oh, there were a lot of people suddenly. supernatural wore her friendliest smile, which had an aura of 'don't touch me unless you want to lose a limb', but was truly the best she could do. subtly trying to take a deep breath, she took it upon herself to introduce her and her siblings.


    "hello there, crowd of strangers, 'sup? I'm Supernatural, these are my brothers, Baroquemusic and Afterlife. we're here for... some reason. something about a father?"


    towards the end of the sentence, the she cat decided her claws were far more interesting than the crowd surrounding her, and her extended claws were gazed at with extreme scrutiny with her dark green eyes.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#f8f8f8; border: none; width: 460px; padding: 3px; font-family: arial; font-size: 5.5pt; color: #979797; text-transform: uppercase;]you look as good as the day i met you, i forgot just how much i loved you. i was insane.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; width: 448px; height: 140px; overflow: hidden; padding: 9px; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 448px; height: 140px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 26px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 448px; min-height: 140px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; color: #979797; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: 0.2px;]Something exciting was going on? Brooklyn came forward to look at the group with her fiery golden orbs. "[b]H-hello,    " She meowed in her usual quiet tone. She hadn't seem them before but she seemed to feel somewhat connected to them. It was an unpleasant feeling.


    The apprentice smiled toward the three newcomers, her fluff of a tail waving behind her as she took a seat next to Ivylee. "Brooklynpaw." She said, gesturing to herself. A father? They came here looking for their dad? Well hopefully they find him.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]"What's his name?" grumbled Ironpaw with a drawn-out yawn. Jaeger seemed to have an army of children so perhaps these were his. It was odd though, considering most of his children were clan-born. Maybe the trio was searching for Pyresong? He probably had a mate long ago so it was plausible.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:420px;font-size:7pt;]"Jager" Afterlife cut in, coming off his high of fear. The black smoke's green eyes still watched the bear-sized wolf but his gaze flickered towards the new members finding their way forward. "Is he here? Or, do you know him? Where could we find him?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px;]"We know him." The black apprentice stated as he joined his sister at her side. these three had just claimed that jager was their father. There had to be some sort of mistake. Jager only had one mate and wild had never seen or heard of any of these three before. "He is the leader of riverclan and my father." Wildpaw sat down and sighed. None of this really made sense in his head. Hopefully said leader would arrive soon and clear some things up.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Was that all Jager did in his spare time? Impregnate people? It seemed like a tiring sport, especially since family matters tended to be fickle. Not only that, but Ironpaw couldn't fathom why anyone would go out and have one night stands. That kind of crap wasn't worth the possibility of unwanted children or the pain they would have to endure.


    Yes, these children were definitely accidents. In no way did they resemble Minnowscales.
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    [justify][font=georgia]so he had other children? supernatural would have to be honest, that was surprising. if she really thought about it, she had crafted an image of the man her mama had mentioned already, and she hadn't really thought of him being a leader. or a father. at least, not a father who would stick around.


    "well, i guess i've got some younger siblings now, ha. join the club kiddies."


    she snickered, and flicked an ear to the side, trying to subtly watch her brothers' reactions and behaviours. gauging the situation, she supposed.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]He had had...more kids? The male frowned at that information. He knew it could be a possibility, of course, but he hadn't really...expected it. Then again, he had left them and their mother, so he supposed he shouldn't have formed that high of an opinion. Nat didn't seem too pissed about it, and Afterlife looked a bit too tired to be angry about anything at the moment (not that he got very angry in general, of course). He himself...he wasn't upset. Just disappointed.


    "Well, like Nat said, I'm Baroquemusic. You can just call me Baroque or Roque, though. It's nice to meet you all," the tom would say with a polite smile. They all seemed like nice people, and hopefully nothing problematic would come out of their stay. Perhaps he'd even make some friends and get closer with their father.


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