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    Aristotle wasn't used to being around other people, especially not for such a prolonged amount of time. While he spoke in a way deemed eloquent and charming, carried himself amongst his peers as confident, he was unfamiliar with the clan life which all of his clanmates were so used to. It was baffling how comfortable all of these people were, living in a community; he was simply used to being alone. When he was accepted into the clan, he was presented the chance to be toured around, to be shown the ropes, but he politely declined as to not be an inconvenience. Unfortunately, he was somewhat regretful.


    All of these cabins around the camp, and he didn't know what they were used for. Well, housing, obviously, but were there other uses? Food storage, medics... a library? Aristotle, very new and feeling quite out of place, padded through the camp in quiet examination, his breath condensed in the miserable cold.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸dean wasn't use to being in such large groups either. while he enjoyed being able to have a family without constantly worrying about something supernatural swooping in and killing them, it was odd to be surrounded by so many unrelated/unfamiliar faces and expect to bond with them all. "you like you need a drink," remarks the dog rising from his place on his own cabin's porch. his own cabin. ha! he'd only had a room twice before and now he had an entire cabin to himself. god this was great. the dog part sucked but otherwise this wasn't too bad.


    giving his shoulders a quick roll, the massive canine would descend from his outpost to approach the old individual. any excuse to have a drink right? besides, they looked like they needed one.
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    As far as she was aware the cabins were used for housing, if they had extra cabins, she could guess they would be used for storage. She had just came back from going out on a walk, to notice that one of the recent people that joined seemed lost so to say. As she came over she heard the mention of drinking and frowned a bit, she couldn't understand why people liked alcohol. "Need help with anything?" she asked, "Oh, uh, I don't think I ever got your name, mine is Littlepaw, it's nice to meet you" she greeted. Of course she wouldn't know his name, she had not been there when he joined.


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    Kate had been rolling around in a small pile of leafs she'd collected earlier, giggling the whole time and only stopping when she overheard the conversation. The child stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Eeeeemwwww! Drinking is yucky and bad!" the puppy exclaimed, having remembered quite a few others drinking earlier this week and it had gone less then pleasurable for Kate. She never drank; not in this life and not in her last one. She stood up and shook the leaves off her fluffy pelt, struggling to get one that was stuck on her tail. "Are you losth? Because I can help too!" she yipped, practically stumbling over to Littlepaw's side.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:370px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.5; cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-2/cur192.cur"), auto;]The big question that San had always baffled her since day one of joining Windclan was why did she join such a massive group. She was used to small compact families, her biological one that she only had dark murky memories of and her wolf pack. Her real loving family had burned those memories away - only to fill them with soothing waves of love and nurture. Nature and nurture, that was the two things that one needed to adapt and survive. Well, that was San's perspective. So why then - would someone so desolate decide to slip into the ranks of one of the largest clans? She did not have a true answer yet she could explain that it was because partly for all the people she had connected to. Some have stayed, others had faded away. It was time mocking how temporary everyone was while time remained immortal, watching by the sidelines with a cocktail in their hand. However, San couldn't really do anything about that now could she?


    The nimble cinnamon brown dappled savannah was tending to her potted succulents in the front of her home, her piercing lime green gaze for once - soft and gentle. She only appeared relaxed around nature and her family, which was perhaps a typical habit people also fit into but oh well. Albeit, her tranquil placid composure tensed up when she heard nearby footsteps and then a voice, two clanmates she was not familiar with. Her long striped tail twitched uneasily as the lean muscles under her short chestnut fur tensed and locked into preparation for flight or fight. Straightening herself, the streamlined female's ivy colored gaze flickered towards Dean and then to Aristotle. The remark about having a drink caused San to let out a small scoff, wrinkling her pale raspberry nose ever so slightly before stepping down from her own porch as the female mumbled "Freezing and drunk, what a fantastic combination." as she went to stand to the side of the rest of the group, her optics flickering towards the others.
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    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 )
    regular member
    ages one month = every 300 post milestone
    based off san from princess mononoke


    RECENT EVENTS —
    has decided to return to windclan


    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)
    eye color manipulation (eyes turn dark stormy blue when stressed)


    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 light salmon pink 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 special hunts
    > 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

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    When Aristotle was approached by the unfamiliar canine, he was almost tempted to turn and scurry away. That was how it was on the island - when you were presented with someone bigger than you, hungrier than you, or stronger than you, you ran, because you would be at the poorer end of the deal. However, the scruffy feline stopped himself, as WindClan was vastly different from his old abode. Dean did not present himself with hostility, instead sauntering afore Aristotle with a quaint observation on his tongue. The auburn-tinted feline halted, blinking toward Dean.


    "Ah," he hummed, a bit at a loss for words. Sheepishly, he painted a polite smile onto his features, a small chuckle falling from his throat. "I suppose I do look a tad worse for wear." but he had never had any alcohol before, not really. Once, parched from a lack of clean, saltless water on the sandy beaches of the island, Aristotle had discovered a washed up bottle, glass, stained, and full of a liquid light brown and sweet smelling. Young and innocent back then, he'd downed the whiskey, and that was that. Other than such an occasion, he didn't prefer alcohol. An actual drink of water did sound heavenly, however.


    Turning toward Littlepaw, the cat was almost taken aback by her willingness to approach one, or possibly two, strangers, though he smiled toward her nonetheless. "I'm just exploring, ma'am." he responded, trying not to wince as the intrusive telepathy pounding against his skull; his powers were rather rusty. "My name is Aristotle Midday. Might I ask for yours?" After his inquiry was the breeze consistent throughout the wind-clan fluttered over his shoulders, causing him to shiver against the chill that had settled in the air. Lifting green-blue eyes, he examined the snow atop the roofs, reflected on how miserably cold it was compared to the island. But, well, he really didn't wish to be back there, so he could shoulder the cold all he needed. Plus, it seemed others were doing just fine with it - even the child he'd seen around so much.


    Looking down at Kate, a light smile was pressed into his maw, a quiet admiration for her youthfulness. In all truth, Aristotle himself wasn't old; he wasn't much older than Kate herself. Yet, he acted so much more mature than what should be expected of him, so people assumed he was more of what he wanted to be, which he had no complaints over. "Not lost." Aristotle meowed truthfully, shrugging his shoulders lightly. The cold caused his black eye to ache, but he assumed it was healing nicely nonetheless. "Just looking."


    When the streamlined build that was San padded forth with cynical words tumbling from in between her teeth, the feline turned to give her the time of day, an obligatory laugh politely fluttering from him. "Well, to each their own, they say, Madam." Aristotle compromised lightly.

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    Kate wouldn't be wavered from the idea that drinking was bad. It smelled and tasted funny, and it made people do and say things that where not pleasant. The child shivered at the thought, shaking her head to herself. "Have you got a place to sthay and sleep yet, like a cabin?" she decided to ask, trying to shake the unpleasant thought of alcohol out of her head.
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    Kate's youthful chiming resonated in the crisp winter's air, drawing Aristotle's attention back toward the fluffy pup that stood amongst a crowd of adults. Green-blue gaze trained upon her, a small frown crept up on him silently, molding his maw thoughtfully. He didn't have a cabin, heavens no. On the island, he slept under the shade of trees, concealed by bushes and leaves. There was once a small, rotten shack he'd found solace in for weeks at a time, however. He'd spiffed it clean and used it as shelter, and he remembered it quite fondly. It was far from sturdy, although, and was blown away in a storm soon after he'd discovered it. It was a shame. "Ah, I actually discovered a sturdy willow near here. It's plenty hospitable, in fact - I've been using its branches to rest on, since there's really not many trees on the moor. Not that it wouldn't likely be my first choice, if I had to make one." he was rambling, something he often did. No matter. The scruffy youth gave Kate a smile, the thoughtful weight on his lips lifting into something more lighthearted by his earnestly warm words.

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    Tottering over to the group, the little albino-furred wolf came to a halt beside the chatting Pomeranian, her nose scrunching a touch at the bitter cold, her golden optics resting on the male she had not met before. She pushed her muzzle at Kate's shoulder before aiming to half lay down on the small dog, basically cuddling for warmth. Personally, Victorianpup had decided to sleep underneath the stairs of others' cabins instead of the empty cabin she had been told she could stay in. It was cozier there in the small enclosed spaces. Plus, it did feel as lonely. "I'm Victorianpup," hummed the three moon old before adding, "What are you looking for?"
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸the dog quirks an eyebrow at the girl. he'd ask how she knew but then he'd be hypocritical and he did not need that debate running through his head. "more for me then," chuckles the dog turning to look over at the other newcomers. was it bad he didn't know half of these people? probably, but who knew how long he'd be staying -or really how long sam would be staying.


    turning to face the original cat the wolfdog would tilt his head slightly before realizing that the feline was turning it down. well f*ck. he really needed to find a drinking buddy now that he wasn't running around trying to kill anything remotely supernatural at the moment. sam was out of the question. despite his own love for alcohol dean wasn't about to start giving sam some until they got their sea-legs back.


    green eyes jump between the unfamiliar face and kate before the dog finally takes a seat himself. if they kept walking that was fine, but it seemed like the group would be lingering and dean really didn't want to sit awkwardly on the porch while they sat and chatted away. besides, dean barely knew anyone since he was so preoccupied with sam half the time. he could play 'normal' for at least the afternoon right?
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    Oliver Queen


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    Oliver could use a drink. Back in Westeros, he owned a bar. What he wouldn't do for a good beer right about now.


    The griffin padded over to the group with a grunt. "[color=green]Does this willow provide enough shelter?" Normally he didn't mind the weather, especially since he spent most of his time in the cold snow of the north of Westeros, but at least there was plenty of shelter.


    Here, he'd yet to pick out a cabin of his own, but it was on his list.


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    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
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    What was he looking for? Toward the pale wolfpup that had approached him, adding to the crowd that Aristotle wasn't uncomfortable with, only found unfamiliar and strange, the scruffy cat blinked, his countenance reflecting that of thoughtfulness. "Nothing in particular." he replied after a moment, glancing out at the cabins surrounding them. In truth, he wasn't really searching for anything, moreover acquainting himself with the camp. However, when he put in some consideration, he implored himself to sheepishly add: "Perhaps a library." which he would find just heavenly.


    While Dean seemed content with sitting there, Aristotle moved on to more chatter, turning to address the somewhat more familiar form of Oliver. "Of course! I'm quite grateful for my welcomeness in using it, in fact." brightening, the feline spoke, peeking up to express his gratitude; he wasn't about to be rude and complain. How inapt would he have to be?

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    "It is nice to meet you, my name is Littlepaw" she greeted as she continued to listen to him talk to others. An old willow tree? They were pretty nice but she was worried a bit that it wouldn't provide enough shelter for the winter. "Are you sure the tree is good enough for you?" she asked. Lit was sure there was extra cabins that they could claim as their own, it would be warmer too. Now she wasn't sure if they had a library, if they had she never saw it maybe someone else saw one? "I haven't seen a library here, someone else might either have one or has seen one" she shrugged a bit, if they didn't have one maybe they should make one.


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    Tiny body wiggling with the sudden increased movement of her tail, the little wolf pup flitted around in a small circle for a few seconds before yipping, "I know where a library is!" She was oddly excited to be helping someone. "There's a lot, a lot of books!"
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