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    [justify]Nothing about Perspectivekit screams 'interesting'. Her pelt is almost as white as the colour of what this clan is named after, and her eyes are just two dots of red wine sitting at the bottom of the glass. Is there anything else? One could say that her near-translucent markings are another distinct aspect about her. After that, though, there is nothing else. She is just as plain as the other bright and bubbly kittens that Blizzardclan sees on a daily business.


    However, on the other hand, Percy also believes that she is an extremely unique person. Although there are relatively ordinary aspects about everyone, such as most animate objects are able of breathing, it is true that there is no one alike another. Everyone is different in this world, and it may just take longer for her to bloom into her own person. This is what she tells herself, anyways.


    Still, here Perspectivekit is wondering about what exactly makes her special, by attempting to reach the higher branches of a tree to see if athleticism, despite her small frame, is what makes her special in her own way. She knows of the danger of falling, but she's more curious about if she has the ability to do it or not. After all, that is the reason for her attempt, anyways.


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    perspectivekit xerxes | ' percy ' | identifies as female | uses she/her
    biromantic greysexual | prefers either | single
    03 months | created august 21th, 2016 | ages 1 month with 50 posts
    tama x enigmaticsoul | gen ?? | [abbr=sister to alastair, margarita, rosecub, cosmickit, crispus, ami]hover for sibling names[/abbr]
    blizzardclan | kit | mentored by no one


    appearance ;
    ▶ small wild cat of the serval breed
    ▶ off-white with faint silver-grey spotting & reddish-pink eyes
    ▶ relatively undersized but slim build with somewhat long legs


    personality ;
    open-minded | lively | adaptable | protective
    mercurial | uninhibited | inscrutable | impish
    impractical | impulsive | skeptical | morbid
    always skips breakfast | doesn't always fully pronounce t's


    interaction ;
    ▶ low difficulty in battle and training
    ▶ do not kill or maim | to capture, please ask
    ▶ when attacking, name in #F04A66 and/or bold
    ▶ non-violent actions can be powerplayed


    powers ;
    ▶ pelt & eye colour manipulation - undiscovered
    ▶ shapeshifting - undiscovered
    ▶ sound manipulation - undiscovered
    ▶ telekinesis - undiscovered
    ▶ the sight - undiscovered[/fancypost]

    [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]Ah, goodness, being a parent was rather chaotic. Cos had gotten herself hurt, Alastair had found himself with a bottle of alcohol, and Perspectivekit was already trying to scale a large tree. The servaline quickly weaved her way beneath it, ashen orbs wide and swimming with worry, as they settled on the child's alabaster frame. "Ah.. Perspectivekit, be careful!" The leader's fictional brows would knit, concern traversing her features, as her heart was gripped and tightened by the very same emotion. "Tama doesn't think that it's a good idea to go any further.." She hoped that they wouldn't press on, and whilst she could probably go up after them, she didn't want to find herself in the middle of hoisting herself up, as Perspectivekit fell. In fact, she would rather it if her child didn't fall whatsoever, but at least currently, she'd be able to catch them on their way down..


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    There are...way more children here now. They'd had a few before, but now it just seems as though they're everywhere. He doesn't have a problem with that, it's just the part where they're going to be difficult to keep an eye on, because kids are kids and they are magnets for trouble. They're not his children, no, but he does the same for everyone here, to a certain degree; worrying about people is easy, especially here, when he's attached to them the way he is. They worry, too, and that's how he finds Tama, who's standing beneath a tree, speaking to someone, and he looks up to see one of Tama's other children in a tree. He doesn't want to encourage what she's doing, but there's nothing he can say about safety that will be better than anything Tama says. "How's the view up there?"

    tags (updated 8/20)

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    Çelina didn't mind having Tama's children around, though they seemed to be getting in a lot of trouble. She didn't remember being like this when she was a pup, but all little ones were different. Since Tama had already voiced her concerns, the wolf didn't feel the need to repeat them, however worried she was. She had a feeling Percy was wise enough to listen to her mother and wouldn't appreciate everyone yelling at her from below.
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    Arctic Wolf||BlizzardClan Trainee||12 moons||Attack in #FF9CDA||Adopted Daughter of Moongleam||Water Elemental Powers From Pendant She Wears Around Her Neck

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    Cold damp stones made a path through the forest for the feline, his pads trailing across the rocks, his satchel slung against his shoulder as he followed the mossy road. He had been traveling back from Edge's cottage, homing back to his own house to work back on his journal and possibly read up on a few books he had gotten from gifts by a passing group of ambassadors from a fellow clan. However destiny had other plans for the kit, offering a new situation when he spotted Tama, Leon, and Çelina standing back one of the trees with frightened faces pasted upon their frame. Worry welcomed itself into the child's body, what had happened?


    Desmund quickened his pace, hastily following the cobblestone road towards the leader and her members. It was obvious from their eye's placement, there was someone in the trees. What was it- or rather who was it? Warm hazel eyes veered towards the highest placements of the tree branches where the snow had barely seeped through, a white kit clawed at the wood. Was she new? It seemed. "You alright up there?" he called, standing close next to Tama for warmth and protection. If she fell she could easily break several bones but if she came down fine she would show great power, though the later was more of a mix of the first. How exactly was she going to climb down a snow-stricken tree?



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    bio & opinions & journal & plot

    TAGS | 8/11/16

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:12px;line-height:1.5][font=trebuchet ms]"Persy!" Cried the child in amazement, looking up at her sibling in awe. "How'd you get up there?" The childish young being couldn't comprehend how her sister had gotten all the way up there on her own. Rose for sure knew that she couldn't have gotten all the way up there; perhaps it was some kind of power. Could her sister fly? That would be pretty cool.


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    TAGS: updated 7/22

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    [justify]She's already stretching up to grasp at the next limb when she suddenly hears voices - and four, at that. Surprised, she flinches and stumbles a bit, forcing her to drop her forelegs back down, though the branch she's currently on is wobbling a bit. Perspectivekit does manage to remember that she has claws, though. It allows her to quickly dig her claws down and keep hold until she feels like she can balance again. Which, if her counting is on point, only ends up taking her six-thousand forty-three seconds.


    Looking down, Percy nearly falls out again, finally realizing just how high she is up on the tree. "H..h-hi!" she calls out. "It's good! I-I'm good!" She's about to tell Rosekit how to get up here when Tama's words echo through her mind again. If it's supposedly too far up that she shouldn't go any farther, maybe Rosekit shouldn't come up either? It doesn't really make a whole lot of sense in her head, but her mom's always right. Even if she didn't directly say it (or even imply it at all), she always it.


    A soft sigh escapes her lips before she turns around and heads towards the trunk. One of her paws, however, catches itself on one of the patches of ice she doesn't notice. She does end up slipping, but not in a way that sends her sprawling off and towards the ground. Instead, Perspectivekit lands roughly on the same branch, her stomach and chest taking most of the blow. Her claws grapple on frantically, scratching the bark until she gets a grip on it. The sudden drop, though, suddenly causes her burst of confidence to vanish. "Um...I can't - um, I can't go down?"
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    perspectivekit | ' percy ' | identifies as a female | uses she/her
    biromantic greysexual | prefers neither over others
    03 months | born august 21st, 2016 | ages every 50 posts
    born in blizzardclan | lives in blizzardclan | kitten | no titles


    relationships ;
    currently single | crushing on no one
    daughter of tama & enigmaticsoul | generation ??
    sister to many ([abbr=alastair, rosekit, cosmickit, margarita, ami, crispus]hover for names[/abbr]) | mentored by none
    carries the xerxes names


    important facts ;
    ▪ always skips eating breakfast
    ▪ occasionally cannot fully pronounce t's
    ▪ really hates & really scared of spiders


    appearance ;
    ▪ serval | health: 100%
    — off-white with faint silver spotting & purple or reddish-pink eyes
    relatively under-average size & slim build with moderately long legs


    personality ;
    open-minded | lively | adaptable | protective
    mercurial | uninhibited | inscrutable | impish
    impractical | impulsive | skeptical | morbid
    hates being wrong | lies about unimportant things


    powers ;
    eye colour manipulation | discovered & unmastered
    — used subconsciously; eyes gains a purple or red tint
    the sight | discovered & unmastered
    — unaware that this is a power; to look at an aura's colour


    interaction ;
    ▪ low physical difficulty | low mental difficulty
    ▪ do not kill or maim | to capture, please ask
    ▪ when attacking, name in #F04A66 and/or bold
    ▪ non-violent actions can be powerplayed[/fancypost]

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    Trees were awesome, especially when you look down at everyone below. The boy walked over to the base of the tree, looking up at Percy. "Smooth move," he hummed, trying to inch up the tree and perch himself on a low branch. "Do you need a trampoline? Those are fun. It would be even more fun to jump off a tree onto one of those. Don't know where we'd get one. Let's use a person," he babbled, words senseless yet not dead or dry. Trying to hook his claws onto the limb above him, he swung up it, close to the ground but still a little bit more into the tree. Crispus was deeply scared for his sister, but as long as she kept her ground and let someone help her, Perspectivekit would - he really thought should - be fine.


    info | updated aug. 21st 2016

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    wisty only happened upon alastair and the vodka so far, and that alone told her that her adopted cousins were definitely going to be handfuls. she approached slowly, only having watched percy slip and hold on for dear life. of course, she wanted to help, but she had no idea how. "well, this is a predicament." she ended up murmuring, glancing around for something, maybe, for the child to fall onto. or someone with wings. she spotted the other child beginning to scale the tree. having two children stuck would be an even bigger issue.
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    tags! ( updated 7/23 )