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Perspectiveshift · Aug 29th 2016

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[justify]Today's a day that's not too warm but it's not too cold either, which makes it perfect exploring weather for Perspectivekit. She's never been fond of moving around a lot in the heat, nor the cold, so she always takes every opportunity nature gives her and uses it to help discover the territory more. Unfortunately, today's also the day where she's somehow managed to sleep in. Percy thinks it's because of how late she stayed up last night to gaze at the stars, though she doesn't think it would lengthen her sleep by an extra three hours.

She's already scampering out of her bed when her eyes land on the window. It currently displays the sun almost being directly overhead, a sign that tells her it's almost noon. If she's right, that means she's only got about six or seven hours of exploration time. To others, that would seem like a lot. To her, it isn't, mainly because Percy always ends up getting lost and needing more time to return than to actually do stuff.

It's the reason why the kit is running all the way across the village. She occasionally stumbles over her paws and trips, but she's lucky enough to be met with no gruesome injuries, or anything that really can hamper her spirit and energy. It's, unfortunately, also the reason why Perspectivekit isn't really watching where she's going. All she cares about is getting to where she last ended her trip, even if it means that she's going to get into a little bit of trouble. Or a lot.
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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

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

roleplayer notes ;
currently going through some issues, posting may be slower/delayed[/fancypost]

? DESTINYKIT · Aug 30th 2016

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Dear August,

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It seemed perfect, the weather was, Desmund enjoying the sunlight as he strolls down the path through the village. Originally the feline had woken to an early morning sunrise of oranges and pinks from the silhouette of his windowsill, seeping in the colors through his fur. Subtracting that time from his usual morning routine schedule, he had only gotten a few minutes of fixing his fur before having to hurry out to meet in the willows at the right time. That seemed to be the reason flies of fur was fluffing out from his pelt, his bag loosely fitting under his bed-head style of fur.

Wondering down the stone valley, that was the time he had viewed the pelt of a white serval from the window of her home, enjoying the morning through the clear window of her own cottage. Nodding in salutations towards the she, Desmund lifts his head whilst carrying down with no hesitation. This wasn't the first time he had seen her, but it surely wasn't the last. She was Rosekit's sister, Tama's daughter, and had gotten stuck in a tree earlier the past few weeks. Through his eyes she was just another member, a friend, but future begged to differ- like it always did. Yet it was oblivious as the feline kept down the path, swiveling his ears back as the wind brushes down his pelt towards the trees.

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Perspectiveshift · Sep 2nd 2016

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[justify][ aggh sorry for the late response! i procrastinate too much rip ]

Her head doesn't rise at all to notice the figure that's giving her a wordless greeting, nor do her ears pick up the pawsteps that belong to this individual. She keeps her eyes trained on the ground, emitting soft grumbles as she mentally bashes herself for awakening at such a horrible time. How is she going to have time to explore if it's going to take her two hours just to reach her old spot? It's horrible and she hates herself for it.

What she hates about herself even more, though, is accidentally slowing herself down.

Percy runs straight into something - someone, more likely - with her shoulder taking the brunt of the blow. She lands flat on her bottom, the force being enough to throw her light frame to the ground. Nothing about her is harmed, though: she's more irritated than anything. Not only does she wake up late, but now she has to deal with this accident that could have been easily prevented! A scowl crosses her lips, though her head stays down, focused on the ground as she sulks quietly for a moment.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; margin-top: -30px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;][spoiler=tags (updated 08/24)][justify]information ;
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

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

roleplayer notes ;
currently going through some issues, posting may be slower/delayed[/fancypost]

? DESTINYKIT · Sep 3rd 2016

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Dear August,

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It had been a great day so far, the weather on its peak as he slipped towards the willows in the deep dark forest green pines, but Desmund knew something like this was to be worried by something of a different matter. Perhaps that was when it happened, the red pelt wondering down the cobblestone's as his frame made way through the soft sunlight that gaped through the high trees. The path ahead laid clear like it almost always did, empty to welcome Desmund's soft hum that illuminated the forest's own hymn in a different glow. Yet as the feline turned the corner, a familiar pelt of white brought his face to turn to a coded smile. The day was going just great, but as he said: something was bound to happen.

Fluffing his fur upon the appearance of the unaware serval, Desmund tried his best to avoid any conversation, preferring to keep the morning quiet for the sake of silence. Yet life had other plans of Destinykit Desmund. Without much caution, Percy rammed into the other kit's side, the force enough to push him down upon the stones. A pain, striking up his right leg, brought a squeak to get caught in his throat. It was something of rug-burn-ish, scraping away some of the fur. It was enough to cause pain, yet not enough to cause much damage. By this time his ears were swiveled back, fur poofed so much like a lion's mane, he found himself sitting still whilst watching the Percy get up from her fall and continue on.

Wow, wasn't that a warm greeting.

Biting back a rude remark, raised fur carried to his paws, the default-uncontrolled tears covering up the sadness in his eyes. Yes, Desmund was a smart kit that was very mature for his age but a simple thing like this- well, it could bring the slightest ping of tears to him. He was a kit from the out to the in, he was still young and a cut could bring him to tears at time. Yet he found himself cutting back the sadness, his paws closing together to straighten his back whilst his head veered up towards the serval. "Uh- Um- Are you alright? That was quite a blow you took," it seemed about the only thing his high-pitchy voice could say, body gaining up before turning towards Percy. She too had taken a fall, enough to scrap her, and enough to pain her much more than Des. Was she alright? Please say it wasn't Desmund's fault? Oh, but it had been, he had seen her coming and did nothing to move, serves him right.

/im just going to second your remark
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bio & opinions & journal & plot

TAGS | 8/24/16