we're a copy of a copy | colouredclan gifts

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  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;][size=8][font=verdana]He hadn't dropped by Shadowclan for a while - it had been a rather busy past week or so, with Christmas, followed quickly by the New Year. It had been full of celebrations, or preparations for celebrations. Now that this had died down somewhat, though, the vice leader had pulled himself together to visit the clan he was ambassador for. Euphemia had stopped just shy of the border, and had set down the gift basket he'd brought - mostly just typical things such as herbs, weapons and prey, but the Resurgam family heir had also packed some fireworks, and some iced cookies wrapped in plastic. "A - ah, hello? I, I'm the ambassador from Colouredclan, h - here to check up on you."
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    Kate didn't know Coloredclan too too well, but it was home to Morty, who was a very good friend of hers. She hoped that he was doing alright. Curious as to who Euphermia was, the small canine bounded over with big curious silver eyes. "Hi there! Howsth Coloredclan doing?" she greets the stranger warmly "Thank you for the basthket, by the way!"
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    [color=#94B7BF]"Hello! I'm Finch. Don't think I caught your name, dear." she meowed, trotting forwards on short legs. she flicked a large ear and looked over the Colouredclanner. "Whatchya got there?" she meowed, curiously nodding to the package. She assumed it was a gift, considering he was the ambassador and all, but who knew? Being presumptuous was rude. Besides, it would be embarrassing if she acted like it was a gift, only to find out it wasn't.


    [spoiler=tags dec. 31][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:400px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:20px;][font=times new roman][color=white]Finch
    "a little fall of ran can hardly hurt me now"
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    [color=white]appearance
    finch is a domestic shorthair. she is solid white, with stunning blue eyes. she has oddly large ears, as well as oddly short legs, and is sometimes self conscious of them.


    personality
    finch is socially awkward, having grown up mostly alone. she always introduces herself by her first name, making sure to clarify that while her name is finch, she is not a bird. she is friendly and approachable, however. she is intelligent when it comes to strategy and ideas, and is tactical in her actions.


    basics
    female || heterosexual || she/her || single || interested in none || 8 moons || shadowclan || warrior || carries last name harbringer || valentine harbringer x happypill grimm


    important events/information
    recently tortured by Hawkmoon


    statistics
    health 65%
    mentality 95%

  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]The cloaked hound would hold her breath as she watched the ColouredClanner make his way over to the border and began talking to Kate and Finch. Raven didn't really want to come over, feeling as if she was forced to hide in the shadows. But, the hellhound decided to step out to face the others, holding her breath. "Hey," she murmured, hanging her head low to hide her face.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]"hi euphemia!" your paws flick up, signing out the others name with ease because although you never properly interacted with this character, sans has told you enough to make you feel an excited little jolt when you see him. moving to settle doen by kate, you direct a grin in his direction, "ah, i think our alliance still stands if thats what you're ah, asking.." you respond, breaking away from sign language and reverting to talking instead, "but i dont know for sure!"

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    [spoiler=AND I'M THE ONE WITH THE LIGHTER / ✦ / 1/1][size=8]GENERAL EVERY INCH OF ME IS CHARRED
    frisk | born female | nonbinary [they/them]
    single | ½ of charisk | soul bond with gordon [undiscovered]
    npc x npc | adopted by imperiousdevotions
    considers artpop and sans their parents | uses the donatella surname
    physically a child | mentally a child | CREATION DATE: 12/5/15
    fear of water [intense]; fear of being touched [mild]
    selective mutism | knows and uses sign language often [ "SIGNING" ]
    schizophrenic | primarily medicated with xanax
    shadowclan | [abbr=phantomclan poltergeist (HP), shadowclan vanguard (HP), remnant initiate (sHP), windclan honorguard (HP), windclan head medic (HP)]hover[/abbr] for past ranks/positions | trailblazer title
    loyal to [u]people
    , not groups
    — last saving point
    kate marsh's room


    PHYSICAL GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HEART
    GERMAN SHEPHERD [main/current] | HEALTH: 13%
    — lithe, fuzzy cinnamon brown shepherd puppy. baby chub, kinda plump. golden flowers line left cheek, briefly lurk inside the left side of jaw, and trail down to collarbone. pale yellow glowing eyes (usually closed). packs boiling, blistering body heat, like a severe fever. purple and pink striped turtleneck sweater. SOUL manifests and pushes out of their chest when they are in danger/under attack. [X]
    injuries: scar along neck, shielded by flowers. severe wound on the left side of head, bandaged up. soul is weak, so they are weak. given an aching, bruised jaw from duncan.


    PERSONALITY I'M ABOUT TO FALL APART
    INFP | All Loving Hero | The Determinator | The Cutie
    — determined, quiet, altruistic, escapist, sarcastic, protective, self-deprecating
    — friendly, peaceful, anxious, lonely, impressionable, merciful, openminded
    — will not fight, will not kill, will not harm another creature. even if that means they must die and die and die again, continually reanimating and trying once more, they will do it. mercy is the only option they'll allow. they won't necessarily always stop people from attacking others, but they won't partake in it themself. they place others before themself at all times, can often seem like a pushover. loving, affectionate demeanour, total cuddle buddy. likes giving gifts. uses their cute appearance to their advantage, but not cruelly so. not manipulative. mostly nice. true neutral.


    CONFRONTATION AGAIN, AGAIN
    attack in #F7E0B1 | physically medium | mentally super easy
    formerly trained by sans and holydove
    studies medicine | knows some self defense
    will show mercy | dodges most attacks, roleplayer is using a randomizer
    might run if challenged | [i]rarely
    fights back
    no kill/maim/capture | pm for plots/threads
    violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers flowerprints, the sight, time travel

  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;][size=8][font=verdana]Ah, most of these Shadowclanners were unknown to him, the exception being Frisk - although he didn't know them well, they seemed familiar and he did instantly associate them with their name. His eyes skimmed the small group for a moment before he spoke up in response to Kate's queries, relieved that she seemed friendly. "A - ah, Colouredclan is doing alright," he replied with a friendly smile and a crinkle of his nose as he tried to think of how to expand on this answer. There was the issue of their lack of medics but from what he understood they were making do, and they had also recently made a new alliance. "Oh, ah, you're - you're welcome!" he tagged on in afterthought subsequent to registering the thanks. His attention wavered when Finch introduced herself, reminding him that he hadn't done the same. "Ah, of course! S - sorry. It's Euphemia...nice to m - meet you, Finch," he hastily answered. He would then look down towards the gift basket. "Those - those are some gifts for you. I hope, ah, you'll find some use for them."


    The third arrival seemed less...comfortable, with speaking to him? He could empathize, but he wasn't sure whether she would be more comfortable if he spoke to her or whether she wanted to be left alone. He compromised, waving with an amiable smile for a moment before turning to Frisk. He perked when he registered their quick paw movements, knowing that they were spelling out his name almost instantly. Ah...they knew sign language? Although he knew it, he rarely got the chance to use it, rarely coming across someone who understood it and knew it. Perhaps a bit eagerly, he responded through gestures. Hello! Frisk? he signed, offering a questioning look to indicate he wanted confirmation, hoping he'd gotten the name right. He switched to speech as they did, however. "A-ah...I'm glad. I was just, ah, w - wondering whether anything was going on that Colouredclan should know about? A - ah, any..." he hesitated for a beat. "...issues, or, a - ah, news?"
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height:97%; height: auto;font-family: helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify]Haiiro knew Euphemia, although it was only through the other's visits to ShadowClan in the past. Still, he liked them well enough, and it was nice to have a familiar person around that seemed to always come back. With so many people either coming in or leaving all the time, it was hard to find a sense of stability. Even if it was something as small as a recurring ambassador, it was something, and it was nice to know that Euphemia hadn't died, as well. The canine-like hybrid felt his way over with a nod of greeting to Euphemia, before speaking. "We're on better terms with RiverClan, but the Cartel has been acting up and giving us trouble. Other than that, we're doing well," he said, unsure if theyeven knew about the leadership change from Fayina to Sango yet. Whenever he had last visited was blurry, and Haiiro was unsure on when it had been.


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; color:#;]The kitsune had been listening to the conversation progress, and had nodded as she walked closer. She leapt into the scene, winking at Euphemia. It was her way of greeting people, as well as actually saying hello to people."ahhh, hello there Euphemia. I'm fairytale! Thanks for the gifts." She said cheerfully, taking a seat.