something about a rose -- open, stranger with flowers

Rorschachsplotch · Dec 10th 2016

For some reason, she was on the border of someone's territory, with a basket of flowers held in her jaws.

Oh, well, she didn't think she needed them for anything, so why not give them away? Stopping by the edge of the forest, the cream feline set down the basket, then glanced up. Would somebody come by? Hopefully at least one happened to like flowers, even if not everyone did. Even if it turned out that none of them were fond of flowers, she could always take them and give them to someone else... she'd have to make a note of that. With a nod, she pulled off her hat and took out a folded piece of paper, then scribbled take flowers to someone else on it. Smiling, she looked back up, waiting for someone to arrive.

/I'm bored so have a random thread

WINTERNIGHT · Dec 11th 2016

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Seeing flowers in winter had a strange way of putting something into his chest, a sort of warmth that he hadn't even known he was missing. Win wasn't the type of person to even think about flowers, but he did think about spring. Summer was too hot and winter was too cold, but spring and fall — they were those seasons that he could consider just right. Sort of like Goldilocks and the three beds, he supposes. (That's even more pertinent considering winter's aptitude for leaving him exhausted, feeling half asleep all the time.) He walks it off like he does with almost every injury that comes his way, though exhaustion couldn't normally be considered an injury. And today it led him to flowers and this particular train of thought, because he's staring at the basket the stranger had placed there, a mix of curiosity and confusion in pale blue eyes. "What's this for?" A question he's almost perfectly sure he knows the answer to already, considering that she's waiting at their border, but Darkknight liked to preach that it was best to be certain of everything, and that extends to things that you think you're certain of.
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———— sold my soul to the calling | information; updated 12/10/2016

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RELATIONSHIPS: [notes] [heartchart]
& Kinda Taken | Not Looking | Gay for Boywonder
& ½ Boysoldier / Boyknight [Disaster Duo; brotp]
& NPC x NPC [deceased] | Gen 1 | Mentoring Littlepaw
& Father of Roguecub/Bat [biological son; NPC mother]
& Untrusting; Loyal to people, not places or ideologies.
& INTJ / [abbr=Paragon in relationships, Renegade in action]Paragade[/abbr] / Chaotic Good (Chaotic Neutral?)

PHYSICALITY: [american lion] | health: 95% | ■ [abbr=underbelly]■ [abbr=rosettes/stripes]■ [abbr=eyes]■ [abbr=bat symbol]■
& greyscale lion, darker rosettes and stripes; pale ice-blue eyes.
& paler underbelly and throat; bat symbol freezebrand on his right hip.
& incredibly muscular, overall very imposing; slowly regaining health.
& scarred; notably a pale patch of fur on his neck with faint teeth marks.
& vampiric traits: venomous fangs, increased sense of smell + hearing.
— hunger level: ~ 20% && bloodlust: low && control: high
— current injuries: injured paw, general cuts and bruises

[color=#000]PERSONALITY: [color=white][broken ace] [color=white][friend to all children] [color=white][ex]
[color=#000]& Win is his own character, with several loose inspirations.
[color=#000]— Bruce Wayne [high?], Midnighter [low], Tiger King [low]
[color=#000]& an emotionally unstable and damaged ass at times; hard to talk to.
[color=#000]& adaptable, caring, disciplined, efficient, observant, thoughtful, kind.
[color=#000]& private, sarcastic, emotionally distant, unsure, quiet. [i]very careful.
[color=#000]& assertive, critical, stubborn, demanding, hardheaded. charismatic.

[color=#000]INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=white][c. pragmatist]
[color=#000]& Speaks several other languages; [abbr=German, Arabic, French, Mandarin]list [hover].
[color=#000]& Very Difficult | Can powerplay nonviolent actions.
[color=#000]& Contact unconditionally allowed from the following:
[color=#000]— Boywonder, Roguecub/Bat, ~~Stevie~~, Meg, children
[color=#000]& May Start Fights | Shows Mercy | [Mostly] Won't Kill
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———— sold my soul to the calling | information; updated 12/10/2016

Ditzblitz · Dec 11th 2016

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info — updated 12/10

GENERAL:
⚓ O'Fraiser Permafrost Marcavellio Aquillian | Frai | Male
⚓ Homosexual
⚓ 5 years old | May 8th
⚓ Sentinel of Hawkclan | Hawk title

IMPORTANT FACTS:
⚓ Talks a lot and is touchy
⚓ Widower mourning loss of his fiance, Cambrian
⚓ Scots-Irish with accent
⚓ Caring and emotional, but also lazy
(takes many naps)

RECENT EVENTS:
⚓ Regaining friends / helping Ichigo recover
⚓ Had to imprison his own son
⚓ Kidnapped; Crashed landed in Windclan

PHYSICAL:
⚓ SEAPANTHER [only] | health: 70%
Voice: (young) Ewan Mcgregor
O'Fraiser is a seapanther that appears to be a mixture between an aquatic creature and a leopard. His form is lithe with pointed shoulders, a very long fish like tail, and webbed feet. His body is primarily peachy orange, white, grey, and turquoise in color. His whiskers are long and are more sensitive than a domestic feline's whiskers. They help him feel his way around dark ocean environments and his large tail helps keep orientation when swimming as well as provides extra power. Just under his ear and tracing his upper jaw are two fins on each side of his head, the top one larger than the bottom one. He has similar looking fins (though more ruche) along his side behind his arms. Both sets of fins conceal gills and only one set has to be active at a time when he his traversing the sea (head gills for shallow waters, side gills for deep sea diving). His movements are otter-like in that he will often hold things between his paws and stand up on two legs though he has trouble walking like this. He is quicker in the water than on land, but he is still able to adequately move and fight. O'Fraiser is very emotive in the face and has bright, life filled golden eyes perched under thick black lashes and over a red waterline underneath both eyes. His body is about as long as an adult alligator's and his paws have non-retractable, small and usually blunt claws. The real danger is his powerful bite facilitated by two rows of sharp, shark-like teeth. On his neck is a collar that looks like it belongs to a person's shirt, but acts like a regular collar for an animal. In his right ear is a small earring of gold and red and his head and neck sport curly hair. Down the back of his neck the hair becomes longer and he holds it in a ponytail with a lime ribbon. O'Fraiser is Scots-Irish so he speaks in an accent reflective of both cultures, having been raised in Sule Skerry (Scotland), but influenced by the Irish harbor seals that helped raise him.
— [i]major injuries: broken back leg in a splint, two broken ribs, head gash
— [i]minor injuries: scratches and bruises

RELATIONSHIPS:
⚓ Single | ½ no one
⚓ Npc x Npc | Generation 1

INTERACTION:
⚓ Loves to make friends and talk
⚔ Moderately difficult mentally | Normal physically
⚔ Avoids fighting when possible, but will defend
⚔ Attack with his name in ALL CAPS
⚓ Can powerplay peaceful, flirty, or nonviolent actions

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| ICHIGO KUROSAKI | · Dec 11th 2016

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Ichigo isn't an extreme fan when it comes to flowers. He just doesn't see a use for them. Yes they smell good but other than that they aren't interesting to his eyes anyway. He knows that there are a couple creatures in the clans that would like to deal with the flowers and that was up to them. The over sized cougar wasn't really the type to enjoy random gifts from other creatures that he didn't know the scent of that was for sure. Ichigo would blink his dark brown optics as he would make his way over and noticed that Fraiser and Win were standing around someone. Once he was able to make his way in between his two clanmates, he was able to notice that there was just a young cream tabby domestic cat that was sitting on the border with flowers in a basket. Well this was certainly interesting toward him as he had never had anyone deliver flowers before. The last time he had dealt with flowers wasn't exactly the best experience with him. It had been Keylime was still alive, and decided to prank the cougar during that time. Putting glue on the bottom of a flower crown. Not just any glue though, it was super glue. To a Shinigami one would think it would be easy for the likes of him to take off. Those people would be wrong. When he least expected it, his best friend had ended up sticking the glue covered flowercrown on his head. Having no way to remove the damned thing without ripping both fur and flesh from the top of his head, he had to wait it out. Every day he would end up going to river trying to get it off. He ended up getting his best friend back by dying his fur in one quick flash. Which Ichigo had laughed his ass off about. The armored wildcat would raise a nonexistent eyebrow at the creature standing on the border. Slightly confused as to why this is happening. "Uhh thanks I guess? But yeah who are you? Seems a little odd just to receive random gifts." Ichigo says, the last part of what he states almost becoming a mutter as he purses his lips. It's rare for any random loner to come around and drop off gifts. It just didn't make sense to him. Was there something off about the flowers? The distance he was at it was hard to tell.
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Rorschachsplotch · Dec 11th 2016

Well, at least they seemed to like them, although... why had she brought the flowers to them, again? Well, if she'd forgotten what they were for, it probably wasn't important. "I don't know, I just had them on me and figured you guys might like them," she answered, with a shrug. As for who she was, her name was Rorschachkit, last she remembered- but she obviously wasn't a kit anymore, so she probably didn't need the suffix. Grinning, she added to the strange fish-leopard, "I'm Rorschach. I don't remember where I found them, it's been a while." If you defined a while as two, maybe three days, that was, given that they were still fresh and colorful.

spritekit · Dec 11th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; line-height: 14px; border-radius: 0px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver;]flowers were something that spri loved, all their colours and their scents, and the way you could give someone a flower and it could make them happy! of course, sometimes it could make them confused and have them think you love them, but it's usually a 9/10 chance that doesn't happen. for sprite, anyway. he arrived upon the scene, stretching forward to give the flowers a little sniff. pulling back, he gave a large smile, tail swishing from side to side in anticipation. "they're really nice!" he offered, eyes travelling upwards to rorschach's face.

[ quite rushed ]

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info — updated 06/20