TEARS RUSHING DOWN MY FACE ➢ o, m&g

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    ➢ DION CURATIO-AETERNUM
    If Di had enemies, they would call him lazy and unmotivated, a spoiled child who did only what he needed - or wanted. Di probably would have agreed, too. He didn't like going too much out of his way. What happened would happen, and he'd figure it out as it occurred. "Forethought" and "planning" were seen as unnecessary worrying by the year-old serval. Blessed with a quick wit and a calm mind in bad situations, Dion had never had the need to plan ahead.


    Of course, that didn't mean he'd never make an effort. He didn't want to be completely ostracized from everyone else, even if showing his face meant more work. Socializing was decently fun, he supposed, and since he didn't know anyone yet, why not start out with a meet and greet? They seemed like the easiest way to get to know everyone and match some names to faces. [color=white]"Meet and greet!" the serval called with a lazy yawn.


    ➢ INFORMATION (01/01/17)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify][font=georgia]"If you're going to yell out that stupid saying, at least do it first." Jayfeather grumbled, slowly padding over. Partly due to his blindness, partly due to his irritation and unwillingness to get closer. But he had to admit that he hadn't been around in the past few days, and therefore didn't know anyone. Which was a problem, because then he'd be bumping into all these unfamiliar bodies (and legs, for some) and he didn't know what to call them when he yelled at them. "I'm Jayfeather. Who and what are you?" he introduced, sitting down with a nod. He wasn't used to introducing himself, mainly because he lived somewhere where everyone knew each other by birth.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Christ, somebody pour the poor kitty a beer. Fish felt his whole pelt cringe, a small smile tugging at his maw as he listened half-heartedly to the blind tom speak. At least not everyone here was rainbows and sunshine. Fish was starting to wonder if anyone had any brains, or maybe he was just too smart? The jaguar couldn't tell. "Hey, kid," the large male rumbled, settling himself in among some other NPCs gathered. "My name's Kingfisher Tobeyume." Considering grumpy-cat had already asked the question of the serval's name, he would touch on it. There was no sense in being repetitive.

    updated 12/21

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    Jay was always asking what people were, and Sylmae found it odd. Sure, he was blind, but she had never met a blind person who asked what someone was. Maybe he had a very active imagination and so he wanted to picture them in his mind, fit voices to bodies. Thinking about that as she padded up, Sylmae smiled softly and dipped her head towards Dion. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Sylmae, if you need anything, please let me know." She said and settled down beside Jay, her long tail curling over her paws with ease as she did so.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Ron bounded over with her signature smirk on her maw. She would give a quick nod as a greeting before speaking. "Yo, the name's Ron. You liking RiverClan so far?" She conversationally asked, despite being unsure for how long the serval has been in the clan.


    TAGS — BABY I'M A BEAMER BOY

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 480px; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; font-family: georgia;]A serval... was this another one of Cora's spawn? Ivylee was almost certain of it. They seemed to be popping up again, which was a good thing, quite actually. Though it was odd, how their mother was now stuck as a kitten, and her children were now older and larger than she. Shrugging at her own thoughts, the peppy canine bounded over, tail wagging vigorously as she found a seat next to Verona. She then offered Seraphim a bright smile, happier than ever. The war was finally over, and there were many members popping up everywhere. Everything was so... nice! "Oh hello there, I'm Ivylee, the leader here! Is Coralie your mother?" She couldn't help but ask, desiring to know whether this was one of her best friend's children.
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    tags — 12.31.16


    Meet and greet. She hosted one a few days ago, for whatever reason. It seemed reasonable to try and get to know those in the clan she'd chosen to reside in. But.. there were quite a few people there already. London decided, finally, to approach. If more people started to mill over, she'd excuse herself. There was no reason for to show everyone how anxiety ridden she was in large crowds. Soft paws carried her over, amber eyes stared at the ground they walked on. Her fluffy tail flicked nervously behind her as she slowed to a stop, standing close enough to be heard. "Hello.. I'm-I'm.. Londonpaw." Sure. That was fine. She was fine. Just stand there and stare at the ground. Everything was fine.

    The large Cane Corso plod forward, a look of stout determination on his face. It seemed like his paws were doing nothing but getting him into trouble ever since he'd woken up in this blasted body. He had longed for some power, some canine body, and then he'd been granted that wish. But did it have to be so big and awkward? Plus, he couldn't figure out how to change his body at will. Isn't that the point of a power? So you could, oh you know, use it? Because of this, he'd been trying his hardest to change back. But it was to no avail.


    The call for a meet and greet distracted him from his thoughts; he loved meet and greets. Letting his tongue loll out of his jaws, the reverse brindle canine padded forward and wagged his measurably heavier tail. Man, that thing could be considered a lethal weapon if it smacked you across the face! Probably knock you out cold or something! This thought brought a smile to his face, though he did keep the thought to himself.


    "Hello! My name is October, it's a pleasure to meet you," he rumbled, his voice deep and still foreign to his ears. Man, this whole body swap thing was certainly difficult to get used to! October glanced at the others, wondering if they had any thoughts on his new body. Nobody had really mentioned it, but he was certain some of them were jealous! He was in a new body while they didn't get a new body. Yeah, he was a little boastful sometimes. Now only if he could master this power...

    ➢ DION CURATIO-AETERNUM
    Well, someone had an attitude. Dion allowed his maw to slip up into an amused smile. [color=white]"Touche. I'm Dion Curatio-Aeternum, but Di or Dion are both fine. And I'm a serval. Nice to meet you, Jayfeather," the male would say, some of his amusement showing in his tone - no doubt the grumpy feline would appreciate that. The next few RiverClanners to approach had a thankfully better attitude. [color=white]"Nice to meet you, Kingfisher, Sylmae, Ron -" Oh, that was a curious name. He had always thought Ron was a guy's name. Maybe it was short for something? [color=white]"Well, RiverClan's all I've ever known, so I suppose I don't have anything to compare it to," the serval chuckled. He wasn't surprised that he had been mistaken for being new - he tended to not show his face, after all.


    [color=white]"Hi Ivylee, and yep, I'm Coralie's son," Di would say, somewhat surprised that someone recognized the family tie. He supposed that that meant he was at least somewhat similar to his mother, then, but he could really care less about his appearance. In fact, his fur was probably still sticking up from when he took that nap a few hours ago. Another feline appeared, this one seeming somewhat scared for whatever reason. He wasn't that intimidating, was he? [color=white]"Hi Londonpaw! I'm Dion, if you didn't hear. Nice to meet you - and you, October!" he'd finish greeting the crowd.


    [color=white]"So how's everyone?"


    ➢ INFORMATION (01/01/17)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0; font-family: arial; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]Coralie had found herself stuck in the body of a kitten in the last few days, leaving her to feel jealous of her spawn who had the physical capabilities to do the things they wanted. She was like a baby who was jealous of their parent's freedom and intelligence; though this time she was the parent. She bounded towards her much larger son and cuddled against his leg in search of warmth. "Hello, honey bun! How have you been lately?" she chirped up at her son with a smile.


    [spoiler]GENERAL INFORMATION
    ♡ Coralie Mae Curatio-Aeternum (nn. Cora)
    ♡ 21 moons [appear 4 moons] | ages real-time (every 6th)
    ♡ cisgender female | heterosexual heteroromantic
    ♡ created on 8/22/15


    CURRENT EVENTS
    ♡ Coralie has been accidentially changed into the body of a four month old kitten while retaining her adult intelligence.


    FACTS YOU SHOULD KNOW
    ♡ Coralie has only ever been trained in medicine, and therefore does not partake in warrior activities such as fighting or defending the clan. If she doesn't serve as an official medic for a clan, she surely could be considered a medic assistant.
    ♡ Coralie is, and will always be, a pro-clanner.


    CLAN INFORMATION
    ♡ RiverClan member
    ♡ Former clans include SylvanClan, WindClan, SunClan, SolsticeClan
    ♡ Former positions include WindClan advisor [HP], WindClan medic [HP], SunClan medic [HP], SylvanClan medic [HP], SolsticeClan medic [HP], RiverClan head medic [HP]


    APPEARANCE INFORMATION
    ♡ thin, solid chocolate domestic cat with yellow eyes
    — blooms flowers and herbs from vines that grown on her pelt
    — always wears a pearl necklace - her "signature feature"


    PERSONALITY INFORMATION
    ♡ bossy | skeptical | religious | maternal | easily jealous
    ♡ introverted | worrisome | passive aggressive | short-tempered
    ♡ relatable | sympathetic | careful | responsible


    FAMILY INFORMATION
    ♡ single | crushing on Iconoclast
    ♡ biological daughter of Seafoam x NPC
    ♡ adoptive daughter of Sharkattack and Bonfirestar/Bittersweet
    ♡ mother to Vanillapaw, Aslanskies, Woodenkit

    ➢ DION CURATIO-AETERNUM
    Di hadn't been there when his mother had gotten stuck in this body, so he was obviously shocked and a bit creeped out when a kitten bounded up to cuddle against his leg. The voice was familiar, though -- [color=white]"Mom?" Di questioned, eyes widening slightly in surprise. Well, served him right for not going out more, since everyone else apparently knew about this. [color=white]"Er, hi. I've been good, what about you?"


    ➢ INFORMATION (01/01/17)

    [justify]Ah, for once the lioness didn't stick out like a sore thumb.


    At the call for a meet and greet, the large sandy furred girl had made her way over on long legs. Thus far she had towered over everyone since she had joined - the only person she'd met that was close to her height being a jaguar she was told to call Fish. Now as she made her way over she was somewhat relieved to see the male in the crowd. Usually she didn't mind sticking out, but after living with a pride for awhile it felt weird to stand out so much. So she found herself taking up position near the male, her signature friendly smile turning up the corners of her maw.


    "Nice to meet you Di - the name's Rach." Her words came out with her smile and a nod of her head directed towards the serval. He seemed friendly enough, but with a look of slight amusement in her eyes the feline spotted someone who wasn't - Jayfeather. Having joined very recently, she remembered clearly the tabby telling her to take care not to step on him. Personally she knew she wouldn't dream of doing such a thing, but she had told him that if he wanted to keep growling at her then she'd let the thought cross her mind. Amber gaze moving on, she found that the only other face she recognised here was Sylmae.


    ◂ INFO | 31 / DECEMBER

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Jayfeather was used to others demeaning him, and now even more because they were all bigger than him. It irritated him even more, but it had some of the familiar traces of home as well. With that, it was merely tolerable. He shook his head, forgetting the matter entirely, because Dion had mentioned that he was a "serval". A serval? "I don't know what a serval is. What do you look like?" No one would ever say that they were ugly, but Jayfeather liked to imagine that it was that way.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 428px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 8pt]If someone was ugly, and they asked my opinion on how they looked... well, needless to say, I'd probably be getting smacked. (A lot). If there was one trait that people loved (and hated) the most, it was my honesty. I was the brutally honest type, and not to mention I was somewhat eccentric, as well. Which didn't combine well most of the time, but I simply went with it. "Oh, well, he's the same species of you, but bigger! Longer legs, he's kinda yellow-gold, with black spots? Yeah, we'll call them black spots," I would input, probably not so helpfully. To the person in question, I would offer a smile, and a small wave of my paw. "Hello! I'm Trenchwarfare, or just Trey!"


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    ➢ caution tape around my heart | updated 12/28

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    Meet and greets were quite boring in his experience, but he always held onto the hope that the next one something interesting would happen. He had yet to see what this one would turn out to be like. Nochtli took a seat by himself, gaze fixated on the serval. Coralie's son, hmm? He supposed he hadn't been alive when she had that litter, considering the tom looked much older than himself. "Nochtli," The dark-colored tigon rumbled, not bothering to say anything else. What else was there to say, anyways?
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    Ah, and there was her own son, popping up to say hello to someone else. She smiled softly as she looked over towards Noc and then she gazed up towards Coralie's son. He was adorable, but then she thought every kid was adorable. "Do you have any fun activities you like to do?" Mae asked curiously as she tilted her head a little bit and pondered over what she did here for fun.
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