out in the garden – open, joining/return

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%]It was good to be home.


    It wasn't like she was some renowned, unlike her parents. Alaskanscape would have never been one for limelight anyways. She preferred not to stick out; it was a dream when most of her siblings matched her dull birth body's appearance and her youngest sister was the sore thumb of the litter. She could remember Lavakit, the bright flame-colored pelt in a sea of mostly white. It almost humored her.


    Alaska padded forward, each step either leaving snow or small amounts of foliage. Nature followed her like thunder following lightning. The last time the tigress was in WindClan's lands she was a cat. Her tail dragged behind her, for a moment getting caught in the path she left in her wake. Powers and a dead tail were such bothersome things at times.


    She took a seat at the border, and decided to pass time watching flowers at her feet bloom.


    /2 am post pls forgive any mistakes :,)


    [align=center][spoiler=❈][justify]– Alaskanscape Sesi Kallisto-Prior ▪ nonbinary ▪ feminine/neutral pronouns
    – 18 moons ▪ March 20th, 2015 ▪ Lilystar x Fourfears
    – omnisexual ▪ omniromantic ▪ single
    – WindClan ▪ warrior


    – tiger ▪ female ▪ has "dead tail" ▪ venomous fangs ▪ no current injuries
    – white Malayan tiger with powder blue eyes
    – other bodies: cat, wolf, eagle


    – clever ▪ patient ▪ honest ▪ ambitious ▪ free-thinking
    – nihilistic ▪ nonempathetic ▪ headstrong ▪ aggressive ▪ compulsive
    – papyrophobic ▪ environmentalist
    – will act overly compassionate to hide lack of empathy ▪ IC opinions always IC


    – fairly difficult physically ▪ extreme mentally
    – 6 powers
    – quote to attack
    – killing/capturing is off limits
    – permission granted to powerplay medical assistance

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea had always admired flower prints, and the way in which they drew life to bud from the ground, and remain there. Though, his flower prints were only centered in his metallic limb, for some reason - likely coincidence.. It meant that slender stems had embroidered the iron plating of his prosthetic, like lace would have done. A few, small, but poignant alabaster flowers budded here and there.. And, well, that had cheered him up. Flowers, and nature in general, cheered him up - unless they were regarding rivers, anyhow.


    "Hey, name and business?" The collie would inquire, as he approached, tipping his head curiously towards the tigress. Of course, he had sported the usual question, and he wouldn't be surprised if she were joining. However, despite the assumptions made, he could always be incorrect - and well, if his guess was right, after all, then joinings were generally quite important, so he was glad to have made it over in time, anyway.


    TAGS 21/08/2016

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Eph still hadn't gotten used to powers. So many of his clanmates possessed one or the other, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Why wasn't he special like them? He was boring -- utterly normal. It stung him. But he managed to put those thoughts behind him; for now, at least. He grinned at the unfamiliar creature standing in front of him, waiting quietly for a response.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.2]All he's ever known is the desire to stand out, rise above the rest, though whether that's his wish in life or somebody else's, a want pressed onto him because of who he is, is unknown. It's been hammered into him so many times that all Batpup's ever dreamed of is greatness, a chance to succeed the legacies set out for him — drawing attention to himself with shows of his prowess are second nature to him, now, though in WindClan, his short temper and seemingly violent mindset seem to attract even more eyes than the fact that he's blatantly trying to help (or so he thinks).


    His powers are an extension of himself, abilities honed and refined to give him a fighting chance in life. At a week away from two months old — at least, physically — Batpup looks like an easy meal; the 'powers' he possesses enable him to survive, hit like an adult, hide in the shadows. It imbues him with an odd confidence, the sort that only arises in the face of insecurity, but he doesn't see himself as special because of them. If anything, his time in WindClan has taught him that he's anything but special when it comes to his abilities, and those considered "normal" are, in fact, the unique ones. Still, Batpup retains a certain sense of confusion when it comes to powers he deems useless — unless you're a medic, why would you need flower prints? It seems like a waste, if you asked him, but still, his eyes are drawn to the blooms at Alaskanscape's feet, and his gaze holds something like wonder.


    The runt of a pup makes his way over, falling silently into place beside Ephemeris — again, he's not too close, but it's obvious that he's attempting to stand near the apprentice, turquoise eyes locked firmly on Alaskanscape.
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    tags (updated 09/01)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%]A dog. This was new; she never saw one in WindClan before-- although it was understandable considering she hadn't resided in the group for long. Beowolf was closest she could remember to a canine, but her memory might have been failing her. "Alaskanscape." The white beast replied. "Or, Sesi." She wouldn't bother saying her last names as they had no worth in the question at hand. "I've come to return home." Or rather birthplace. Home was where the heart was and Ala didn't have much of the latter.


    Alaska's eyes flickered over what territory she could see. "Are Fourfears or Lilystar still here?" It'd been a long time, and the idea that they were still lingering around was a hopeless one, but they were people she was supposed to care about. Naming all of her siblings was something she was too tired to do.. Favoritekit, Lavakit, Bridalkit, Fallenkit and Jetkit. A mouthful.


    [align=center][spoiler=❈][justify]– Alaskanscape Sesi Kallisto-Prior ▪ nonbinary ▪ feminine/neutral pronouns
    – 18 moons ▪ March 20th, 2015 ▪ Lilystar x Fourfears
    – omnisexual ▪ omniromantic ▪ single
    – WindClan ▪ warrior


    – tiger ▪ female ▪ has "dead tail" ▪ venomous fangs ▪ no current injuries
    – white Malayan tiger with powder blue eyes
    – other bodies: cat, wolf, eagle


    – clever ▪ patient ▪ honest ▪ ambitious ▪ free-thinking
    – nihilistic ▪ nonempathetic ▪ headstrong ▪ aggressive ▪ compulsive
    – papyrophobic ▪ environmentalist
    – will act overly compassionate to hide lack of empathy ▪ IC opinions always IC


    – fairly difficult physically ▪ extreme mentally
    – 6 powers
    – quote to attack
    – killing/capturing is off limits
    – permission granted to powerplay medical assistance

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]A white tigress. Tigers weren't unheard of in WindClan but Praguespring didn't know of many tigers in WindClan aside from himself and his son and neither of the pair could boast white coats, a rare genetic trait in tigers. Eyeing Alaskanscape curiously, the WindClan leader approached slowly, coming to stand beside his deputy, Cherviltea. "Welcome b-back to WindClan, Alaskanscape," he spoke politely. Unless requested to specifically, Praguespring preferred to refer to other animals by their given names rather than their nicknames because he considered nicknames to be a little too familiar. He himself did not like being called "Prague" at all but by a select few and even then he only tolerated the nickname out of an affection or respect for those he cared for. "I'm a-afraid I've not seen Fourfears or Lilystar i-in all of my time in WindClan," he admitted. It was better to be honest than to get her hopes up for nothing. "I'm Praguespring though," the large Siberian tiger soon added, realising that he had neglected to introduce himself earlier.


    //Aera hii!! Also Margaery yes <3


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    tags; updated august 31st

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%][Hi Pen! Margaery is indeed queen I couldn't resist making her Ala's faceclaim]


    Alaskanscape nodded to the differently colored wildcat in return to his greeting. Hearing her parents weren't around anymore didn't quite sadden her, but guilt twisted her stomach. She hadn't gotten to say goodbye, and now they were gone, quite possibly to never come back. Her mother wasn't leading, or her father-- which lead to a question: did her father ever become leader? He'd been a deputy when she was born, but her parents were so in love it wouldn't surprise her if he stepped down to grieve in his own time. Or, it could have been the other way around. She'd have to find an older member and ask about the situation. Ala appreciated the leader's honesty.


    Praguespring. She liked the name; it made her mind flood with images of the season, spring. She thought of it as something do with nature instead of human propaganda. His stutter, the huntress took notice of. She could only wonder if there was a reason behind it, like some sort of emotional trauma. He didn't look the type though. Her curiosity got the best of her and she asked, "Would you mind showing me around the territory, Praguespring? I'm afraid I might get lost." Alaska would be the type to become astray while appreciating the scenery around her anyway, and this way she could ask about his speech impediment in privacy.


    [align=center][spoiler=❈][justify]– Alaskanscape Sesi Kallisto-Prior ▪ nonbinary ▪ feminine/neutral pronouns
    – 18 moons ▪ March 20th, 2015 ▪ Lilystar x Fourfears
    – omnisexual ▪ omniromantic ▪ single
    – WindClan ▪ warrior


    – tiger ▪ female ▪ has "dead tail" ▪ venomous fangs ▪ no current injuries
    – white Malayan tiger with powder blue eyes
    – other bodies: cat, wolf, eagle


    – clever ▪ patient ▪ honest ▪ ambitious ▪ free-thinking
    – nihilistic ▪ nonempathetic ▪ headstrong ▪ aggressive ▪ compulsive
    – papyrophobic ▪ environmentalist
    – will act overly compassionate to hide lack of empathy ▪ IC opinions always IC


    – fairly difficult physically ▪ extreme mentally
    – 6 powers
    – quote to attack
    – killing/capturing is off limits
    – permission granted to powerplay medical assistance

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial; line-height:100%; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;]Aslancub didn't like this. It wasn't that he hated Alaskanscape already, no, not at all. He actually felt sorry for her, that the people she was looking for weren't here anymore. It only reminded Aslan of the fact that his whole family was gone too, other than his father, that is. The small tiger found his way over only to stand next to Praguespring, offering the returner a small wave in greeting. "Welcome back, my name's Aslancub." His voice was soft and quiet, as kind as could be as he glanced curiously at Alaska with a piercing blue stare.
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