SWEATER WEATHER || boneclan snow party

REYNA DEERLING · Sep 21st 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=8]Reyna shifted her gaze to the cat as he approached, a dark form against the snow. She recognised his scent as that of Phantomclan, though she couldn't recall seeing him before. He was watching her too. She arranged her neutral features into a smile, preparing herself to become a perfect host. To some, it might be a chore, but she didn't mind it. She wasn't exceedingly social, but simple politeness and small talk were easy for her. She was ready to go forward and greet him, but was distracted by the approach of a second Phantomclanner. Maybe she would talk to him later.

She turned to the Bandit, watching as the other wolf deposited the rabbit on the food table. She was glad for the gift - it made the pile look much less empty, and she was too pragmatic to take offence. "Reyna Deerling, right hand," she said, returning his introduction. Her tone was polite, though slightly businesslike. "Of course we don't mind, thank you." Then came the the thank yous from Artpop and Diamond. The raccoon, she knew of from her frequent visits to Boneclan, as their ambassador. The Shadowclan leader, less so. "You're welcome," she said to both leaders, drawing herself up slightly.

Her steady amber gaze wandered to the rest of the guests, studying them and their reactions. Some were looking around nostalgically, others beginning to play in it. It was a good turnout. When they had first moved to this territory, she had hated the snow. The wolf had been born and raised in the tropics, so it was completely foreign to her. But she had began to warm up to it, and she was glad that it was serving a purpose.

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Lazy_Wolf · Sep 21st 2016

Dipping his head to Reyna yet again, Bandit stood quickly and walked of. Letting his lanky legs carry him, Bandit stopped at the table and looked around. The only people here he knew were Reyna and Cas, oh well. Shrugging his shoulders, Bandit got a cup of juice.

ROSS H. · Sep 21st 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Snow. Ross would make his way forward with ears angled in the direction of all those conversing, he would briefly twitch his whiskers momentarily. He took a seat flicking an ear back and relaxed his muscles letting his paws start to roll up some snow. Rox would've loved this. He frowned at the memory of his twin but simply tried being happy that he remembered her. He had been hearing voices, well, a voice that whispered to him. It made the felidae snort though he tried not to think all that much about it, he waited hoping someone would start a conversation with him.

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IMPORTANT FACTS:
— Twin brother to Rox Hyacinth
— Educated/learning herbs/medicine
— Too nerdy but lowkey darkasf/will kick your ass

POWERS:
Note; Rarely uses powers unless the situation is necessary
— Super strength
— Super speed
— Elemental power(s) ; fire, wind, electricity
— Memory manipulation
— Multiple possession/shapeshifting
— Super senses
— Flower prints
— Venomous fangs/saber fangs
— Telekinesis
— Telepathy

PHYSICAL:
— Has a tattoo on his left shoulder on ALL bodies; the mark
— Wears black bowtie

— Red Lynx patterned Ragdoll [ birth/main ; ftm ]
— Has a pair of heterochromatic eyes, the right eye being hazel and the left eye being coffee brown. A red lynx patterned ragdoll with "freckles" on his cheeks who wears glasses w/o lenses [ color of glasses; #8C60F4 ] He carries around a backpack to hold most of his items which usually consist of "junk". References found here, here, here, here first two are by me and the last two are by the baaae, Nyghty <3

— Eurasian Lynx [ casual secondary body ; intersex ]
— A rare sight to behold, a Maltese (blue gray) Eurasian Lynx with a pair of hazel eyes and his body is covered by quite a bit of spots that scatter around his body, underbelly is soft and ivory. His ears are tufted and his tail is horribly stumpy being the length of an index finger. The Maltese Lynx has a small yet lethal pair of saber fangs that can easily puncture through flesh. The eyesight is somewhat bad since he can't see that far ahead of him but at a close range everything is clearer thus encouraging to wear glasses that help a bit. Reference found here, here, and here by ( 2nd reference ) Freerunnerwolf and ( 3rd reference ) by KingJunkie.

— Obsidian hued Western Dragon [ battle body ; male ]
— Large dragon with a pair of large wings, the height of said dragon is around the size of six feet. He has a pair of yellow/green eyes along with a pair of large pupils that narrow and widen at ease, he has a thick forked tongue and a sail-like tail that helps with turning directions as well as balance/gliding. He has retractable teeth that he can put out and in easily though two pairs of fangs stay in place due to being venomous. Powerful and muscular, Ross has a hard time controlling the body and is much more hostile in the form. Has a glowing mutation that occurs when he's very hostile and about to attack his opponents, the spots of where it glows are located on the base of his forehead, the inside of his nostrils/mouth, and trail down his spine that reach to the middle of his tail where it ends. Reference found here excluding the red flag bit of the tail.

— Winged Falcon/Wolf hybrid [ male ]
— A large sized (5 ft) lupine with a pair of obsidian hued wings and has a masculine build despite his lithe legs as well as slender tail that is topped off with a pair of falcon feathers. He has a thick sandy colored coat and it's an even lighter shade underneath his nose that goes down to his underbelly and ends there. His front claws are actually sharp talons that can easily grip onto prey like any bird of prey. He has great vision and his tongue is black as well as the inside of his mouth. He has some of the features as well as small genetics of a falcon. References found here; x x

— [i]major injuries: N/A
— [i]minor injuries: Claw marks on underbelly

PERSONALITY:
— Intelligent, loyal, friendly, extroverted, very caring of those around him, "Goody-Two-Shoes"
— Hard to enrage, often seen as stubborn, passive aggressive, can be formal
— Tends to procrastinate, sometimes considered lazy, can be very apathetic, slightly sadistic
— Ross loves interacting with his clanmates and is usually loose and sociable when necessary though it naturally occurs when he's in a good mood. He's usually very positive unless someone brings back something from the past does he get slightly uncomfortable. He's found to be a stuttery mess when speaking with those he's attracted to otherwise, Ross is like any other friendly fellow. He can be protective of those close to him and he'd protect them.

INTERACTION:
— Physically medium | Mentally easy
— Rare when starting fights, will attempt to end battle
— Attack in [color=#C886FD]bolded #C886FD

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roanne · Sep 21st 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 96%; font-size: 8pt;] the small boy felt his frame shudder- though from the cold or the steady gaze with which the grey wolf held his caramel eyes he did not know- and proceeded to trail after the white canine that he knew as bandit. looking down at his paws again, he stared almost apathetically at the sheer difference in size between his small, slender paws and that of whatever large beast he was following the trail of, and the stark gleam of white of the crushed snowflakes and the dull black-brown of his own pelt.
faintly, within the depths of his mind, he felt a gentle tingling of pain in one of his paws, and then the other, and soon each step was akin to walking barefoot through a field of thorns and bramble, each sensation of ripping skin and warm bodily fluids falling into the rhythm of his slow gait. the youth paused for an indecisive half-moment, then continued on, tears shining thickly in his eyes presumably from the pain, though his eyes expressed little else.

it did not take him long to reach the festivities, re-opened wounds and all, yet he glanced through wide eyes at the many peoples and clans that were gathered- and he swiftly chose to hang by the darker corners of the camp, farther from the celebration and the loud voices and sounds that bombarded his sensitive ears.
vaguely he wondered if fishpaw would show up, to figuratively sweep him off his paws with the odd, but kind of endearing, way that he had, or perhaps tell a few jokes to get a peep out of cass, to get him to loosen up.
but right now, he was more concerned about the crowd and what must have seemed like a vast ocean to him, of unfamiliar faces, and distancing himself from said strangers. to keep away from those he did not trust, to get away from the people who had little care for personal space or how his throat started to become parched and heave with panic when his claustrophobia began to kick in around these kinds of people. or the kinds of people that he painted them as with one broad brush stroke, labeling them all as the same kind of person that he feared the most.

to occupy his troubled and roiling mind, as he began to re-think attending this so-called party, out of fear that something might happen to him, the curly-haired boy stroked the bruised and dirtied pads of his paws with his pale tongue. the copper tang having long lost its sharp taste on his tongue, as he had licked his scratches and scrapes more than just a few times- now, blood tasted... plain, average, as if it was nothing special. it was not something that kept his heart beating and his life prolonged to him, just... nothing. he did not fear it- at least not from himself.
so he kept licking those paper cuts on his paws, the repetitive motions grounding him and forcing him to concentrate on something other than his endless worries and whatever else was going on in his head. and he ripped off what little remained of the moistened scabs, continuing to clean the wounds as though he were upset by germs or something like that.

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Frightfur Seraphim M. ! · Sep 22nd 2016

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Frightfur stared a long while at the oval shaped portion his Blizzardclan helper had made. His mouth was slightly agape and he was clearly judging it as if trying to decide if it would suffice or not. "Yeayeah, that can be the head. It'll look perfect," he had a feeling it would actually look odd, but he didn't mention it. His nonmetal parts of his body were already numb, even after being covered by the blue blanket that draped over him.

Slowly and carefully, he leaned to hoist the smaller lump of snow up to rest on top of the one he had shaped. He leaned back, judging it, before clawing deep enough under the snow to find some meager dark-coloured stones to place on the smaller ball of snow as facial features. It was a snowman of only two sections and it fave was smiling and lopsided.

Hopefully, Çelina would be fine with the fact that it didn't look like a human man at all.

character tags/info — updated 09/15

Leonardo da Vinci A.R.W. · Sep 22nd 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:225px; margin-top:-10px; height:220px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 50px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px;][size=11px]was he... the first scarclanner here? ilmo wasn't entirely sure - he had followed someone here, too blind to make the journey on his own without taking off his customary blindfold (which would, frankly, never happen). still, the silver margay found himself a little too cold for comfort. his birth body would have handled this could expertly, but his current form, skinny and thin furred, did not fare well in the cold. his teeth chattered a little and he struggled to keep from shivering too noticeably.

"is this s-supposed to be f-freezing?"

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[spoiler=tags][justify][font=georgia]GENERAL!
★ 'il morto' -- poorly disguised leonardo da vinci
★ male
★ son of ferdinand x jupiter
★ four years
★ rogue of scarclan
★ single, widowed, no crush

APPEARANCE
★ margay
-- grey fur, black spots, light brown eyes
-- silver scars on his left hind leg and chest
-- thin, flexible
-- wears a soft black mask

PERSONALITY!
★ relatively quiet, observant, artistic, cunning
★ loves plants

[color=#4bd3f5]OTHER!
★ medium physically, difficult mentally
★ pm for kill/capture/injury

Lazy_Wolf · Sep 22nd 2016

Seeing another new face, Bandit decided it would be best to introduce himself. On his way over to Ilmo, he saw Cass. Smiling, bandit used his floralprint, powers and surrounded Cass with white daffodils. Coming up to Ilmo, Bandit quietly answered his question. "Yeah, it is actually. If you'de like, I could conjure you up a sweater or something...", he said calmly.

Çelina · Sep 22nd 2016

[shadow=#D59253,left]...Çelina[/shadow]

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[align=center][shadow=#D59253,left]But She Pressed On...[/shadow]

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Frightfur Seraphim M. ! · Sep 22nd 2016

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Frightfur knitted his brow and exchanged a miffed look between the snowman and Çelina. Well, she was right. The creation didn't look human...it was very abstract. Shivering, he give a peaceful sigh and close his eyelids. "Its name is Çelina," he drawled in a poking manner that held a hint of playful sarcasm. Gradually, he peeked open one wild eye to catch her reaction.

character tags/info — updated 09/15

Leonardo da Vinci A.R.W. · Sep 22nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; margin-top:-20px; margin-bottom:-20px; word-spacing: 2px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 10px black; color: #949494;][size=30pt]IL MORTO[/size][/fancypost]
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the rest of him was wondering how long it would take his limbs to fall off from the cold. this had been a poor idea.
"i-if it's n-not too much trouble, s-senor."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; margin-top:-10px;][hr][hr][align=center][size=6pt]▲ polaroid
[spoiler=tags][justify][font=georgia]GENERAL!
★ 'il morto' -- poorly disguised leonardo da vinci
★ male
★ son of ferdinand x jupiter
★ four years
★ rogue of scarclan
★ single, widowed, no crush

APPEARANCE
★ margay
-- grey fur, black spots, light brown eyes
-- silver scars on his left hind leg and chest
-- thin, flexible
-- wears a soft black mask

PERSONALITY!
★ relatively quiet, observant, artistic, cunning
★ loves plants

[color=#4bd3f5]OTHER!
★ medium physically, difficult mentally
★ pm for kill/capture/injury

Lazy_Wolf · Sep 22nd 2016

Conjuring up a sweater that matched Ilmo's pelt, the wolf handed it to him with a soft smile. "Nothing is too much trouble for me.", Bandit said with a small laugh.

Çelina · Sep 22nd 2016

[shadow=#D59253,left]...Çelina[/shadow]

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hemlock v.m · Sep 23rd 2016

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The corporal padded in, and unlit cigarette hanging out of his lips. He gave a nod at all of the random people before looking for someone to start a conversation with. Finally he padded up to Çelina and Frightfur. "Next? Well, give me your names of course. I'm Hemlock Vantas-Mikaelson, a Corporal in Darkclan." the male introduced with a crooked grin, moving his cigarette to throw corner of his mouth with his tongue.

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Kei Nagai · Sep 25th 2016

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From the rift and before that, the exiles, Kei had never seen so much snow in one place. Honestly, it was cold and wet and had no logical purpose except to torture everyone would had to walk on it. He padded towards the small gathering, lifting his feet more than necessary to walk, being careful to touch the snow as little as possible and squinting his eyes against bright glare of the sunlight that the snow reflected into his eyes. How odd this clan was, wanting to always live here. He didn't like it and didn't like the abundance of people here but he stayed anyway, frozen still as he surveyed the crowd, seeing some familiar people that he knew and steering himself towards them.

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PASTELGIRL. · Sep 27th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]late as ever. good job pastelgirl! arriving there late, meant pastelgirl's only plan was to find a snake to nibble, sit on the outside and watch people talk or dance. pastelgirl wasn't going to dance unless she really wanted to. but she would be dancing alone.

as pastelgirl entered, she stayed to the outside walls and looked around for a small snack. once she found it, she looked at what they had. she found a little cupcake and started nibbling it. she wouldn't scarf it or eat it all.
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Electriclove · Sep 28th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; width:470px;]the cream tabby arrived next after pastelgirl, their copper eyes shifting from unfamiliar face to unfamiliar face. wow, there sure was a lot of animals from different groups there. the clash of scents was odd, every few animals they'd walk past all carried the scent of a clan they didn't know of. electriclove found a nice little corner to stand in, deciding that they'd rather be approached by someone than go try to start a conversation and fail miserably.