A Windswept Leaf Travels Far (Open)

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    I don't even know where I'm going...


    This thought crossed a young tom's mind quite often as he made his exhausted journey through the night. How much longer am I going to be out here, anyways? I thought there was supposed to be some sort of tribe or something out here... The tom was a gray-coated cat all across his pelt, except his tail, which was brightly colored at the base and ended in an ink-black on the tip. He stopped trekking across the plains when his exhaustion finally hit its peak, and laid down (more like collapsed) onto the soft grass below him. "This sucks...all this mess for a prophecy, and I have nothing to show..." The tom looked at his dirty fur. It'd been awhile since he had cleaned his appearance. Probably not the best thing to look so dirty if he was looking for others, he figured, so he started to lazily clean his fur. He figured he might as well take his time; after all he'd probably be sleeping out here in the open if he couldn't find the strength to get back up. Maybe in the morning I'll find what I'm looking for...I'm tired of walking...

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 450px; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;]The large bear appeared, his hulking figure and his slightly intimidating facial expression evident. His natural expression made him look serious...or at least intent. When he stopped in front of the cat (assuming he's on the other side of the border) he let out a huff and snort. "Can I help you?" Viktor's Bulgarian accent intertwined with his question?
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    The tom cat jumped at the sudden voice, made all to quick to get up at the sight of a bear. His adrenline was ready to go, despite his tired form, when he realized that the bear was the one who asked the question. He hesitated, "Uhm, perhaps if you don't mean to eat me?" He began nervously. Oh yes, because that will make him not want to. "I'm a bit lost. I've been travelling for two days now under my father's request; he told me to seek out the 'clan of nature's breath,' whatever that means. I...don't suppose this makes sense to you, does it?" Brush, the tom, wondered why he was telling this hulking creature everything. Why would he care? Or even help?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.5; cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-2/cur192.cur"), auto;]"Clan of Nature's breath? Nature's breath would be the wind so I suppose you are in the right place. This is Windclan." San's sharp voice came from behind the lumbering figue of Viktor for she had closely followed behind due to being near when having spotted the unfamiliar stranger as well although she had been a couple steps late to question what he was doing here. Going to stand beside Viktor, her intense clear mint green gaze locked onto Brush, her dappled tail twitching behind her in curiosity as she glanced over the male's shoulder warily before locking her gaze back onto him. "What's your name?" She questioned, raising a nonexistent eyebrow as she wondered who this could be. A spy? A joiner? For now the female was just curious of what title the tom placed on himself.
    [hr][/fancypost][align=center][spoiler=TAGS — UPDATED OCTOBER 6TH, 2016][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; MARGIN-TOP: -5PX; cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-2/cur192.cur"), auto;][size=8]GENERAL —
    sanctifiedtaboo mononoke-hayate
    reincarnation of wednesday hayate
    daughter of wingstar & fireflyspark
    prefers to be called simply "san"
    female | 11 months | D.O.B: sep 01
    taken | dating cherviltea | pansexual aromantic
    savannah feline ( ref I & ref II & ref III )
    windclan advisor of espionage & clan relations
    ambassador for lithiumclan/windclan alliance
    mentoring daisykit
    ages one month = every 300 post milestone
    based off san from princess mononoke


    RECENT EVENTS —
    none currently!


    CONFRONTATION —
    health condition: 100%
    extreme physical difficulty
    hard mental difficulty
    attack in BOLDED LIMEGREEN
    no killing nor capturing without given permission
    can powerplay peaceful actions if needed


    POWERS —
    teleportation power (mastered)
    ability to take away pain (mastered)
    manipulation of molecules (untrained)
    shape-shifting (mastered)
    flower prints (mastered)
    telekinesis (mastered)
    invisibility (mastered)
    fire elemental pelt (lights up when adrenaline kicks in)
    fire power control (mastered)
    conjurations (semi-trained + a spear or dagger)


    APPEARANCE —
    slender - agile - swift - stealthy - short - lithe - nimble
    san is an undersized beautiful athletic streamlined agile cinnamon/coffee brown dappled savannah feline with vibrant mint ivy green colored eyes (mostly noticed as smoldering or glaring) that tend to appear lighter or darker (depending on the light source). the only scars she holds are jagged claw marks on her hips which somehow never fade away. she has tribal "warpaint" markings that are scarlet red and are based on the character "san mononoke". the accessories that can usually be seen on san are the following: a dagger necklace that cherviltea gave her, two dark blue armbands on her front legs, a wolf teeth necklace (only during special events), and war mask (only to battles) along with thin oval-shaped white earrings on her dark chocolate colored brown ears along with a black or very dark brown nose. her fur is rather semi-short and glossy although it tends to grow semi-long around her tail-tip and chest causing a slightly bushy appearance. san's usual stance is one of tense and rigidness when she is around unfamiliar faces although it tends to loosen up when she recognizes or knows the people that are around.


    PERSONALITY —
    conflicted - independent - instinctive - courageous - fierce - honest
    san's personality is known to be mainly one that is considered very "intense" and even "powerful" due to her sharp "wild" manners of acting. she is considered to be very blunt and honest with her answers, not enjoying wasting her breath on excuses or long drabbles (however, does so mentally). the most notable personality trait that san has is her inner turmoil/confliction with herself which causes her to argue with her choices due to having the ability to think of both sides of an argument which causes her to become elastic with thoughts and giving her the capability to bounce back easier from trauma although it always lingers due to her self-doubt. this can lead to her becoming hesitant with her choices and uneasy for she will never truly be pleased with the choices she makes for herself. san has a fiery attitude although only when pushed to it (which tends to be quick due to her short patience). san is usually seen as the brooding type that does not seem to trust anyone who she has not been with for a long time, her actions always carrying mutual respect which can either be lifted to the likeness or lowered to hatred. san is incredibly determined which causes her to become almost pig-headed and stubborn, believing her way is always right, however, after giving good advice, san will tend to straighten her actions to a better way of acting. san believes she can do anything by herself, adding to her stubbornness which causes her to not excel at being a team-player. due to past events in her life, san holds big trust issues and doesn't really believe anyone unless they have "won" her trust through acts of honest care, friendship, etc. she tends to also become paranoid, believing the world is out to get her. however, san is very loving when actually growing close with someone and is very loyal to who she loves, believing they are worth more than she is. this can lead to her becoming sacrificial since san actually does not have a fear of death and does not mind dying for those she loves. san also has a secret side to her rough sharp exterior which is rarely seen but is actually a very excitable eccentric girl who can become very lively if she is with the people that she has grown close to and tends to get easily flustered by comments.


    FACTS —
    > holds a massive love for nature (especially forests)
    > believes flowers should remain on the ground - not as gifts
    > flower print power is only cacti & succulents
    > elemental flames are always pure red
    > uses a carved bow (given by happypaw) for hunting
    > when in deep thought, left ear twitches uncontrollably
    > attempts to be intimidating due to her undersized stature
    > believes in nature-based myths & legends
    > does not hesitate to kill (depends on current emotions)
    > hates anything human-related
    > enjoys all the seasons / does not hold a preference

    Brush let out an exhausted sigh of relief as he heard the words 'in the right place.' "Well I'm glad I'm not a total mess up, then," he said before rising wearily and, despite his tired form, displayed a moment of regal humility. "My name is Brush, of the Sunset Scribe, son and last remaining heir to Solice, the King of the Tribe of the Sunset Scribe. I would not be surprised if you have not heard of us; we live quite far away, and that's...a story for another time, I suppose. What I wanted to say was...I'm in need of a new home. My father thought that your...clan would find me suitable. To be honest I've never met a clan before." The words spewed from his mouth like a panicked child; a part of him wondered if disbelief coated his words. All he had was what he said; there was nothing to prove that he really was who he said he was. All he could do was hope in the trust of these strangers and their customs.

    [size=10][font=georgia]"Well, welcome aboard, then," Patrick greeted the male with a warm smile. He could tell that the joiner was quite nervous, and he could relate. Getting thrown into a place you know nothing about and having to live a 'new life' was even harder than it sounded. "Name's Patrick Kane." The male tried to relate this scenario to one he'd faced before. Just treat it like there's a new guy on the team. "So, uh, you need anything?"

    (Sorry, meetings will be meetings xD)
    "Maybe a good meal?" Brush said half-jestingly: any food would be good at this point. Jokes aside, Brush seemed eased by these words. It was good to know that there were others so trusting. "Hopefully I can learn to be useful; I'd hate to be imposing." A tired smile formed on his face. "Also...I do not know if it is commonplace, but I do have a few...magic powers. Although I guess they can hardly be called that. The repercussions of using them are generally strong enough to warrant me not using them."

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    "Kid, everybody and their aunt has powers." Anima states, tilting her head to the side slightly. She's missed this guy's name but by god, she heard titles. She had a few of them from her heritage in Haerii, but since Haerii fell they all became pointless. "Regardless, welcome to Windclan. Anima Alae Blair, there's a freshkill pile around here somewhere? Food's better caught fresh though."
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    info — updated 13/09

    Brush noted Anima's presence with a formal nod. "I thank you for the recommendation, Anima Alae Blair. I fear however my lack of sleep will make it more like a game than a hunt. I appreciate the concern though," he responded. Now that his mild worry was gone, it was evident that Brush spoke with a sort of childish regality: He was only an apprentice's age, but something about him demanded that he be formal anyways. It was almost like that of a kit's pretend game, where they try to be leader but ultimately end up giggling and laughing.