ILL BE THERE 7 8 9 [p, ivoryclaw]

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width:400px; height:;][fancypost bgcolor=olivedrab; border: 0px solid transparent; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; text-align; justify; text-style: courier; height:; width: 380px][size=14]Butterflykit [/fancypost][justify][size=10][font=courier][color=olivedrab] Now that she was all and well, she felt she needed to thank the cats whom had rushed to her aid just three sunrises ago. Looking around nervously, the kitten hesitantly left the safety of the nursery where she was now living, and scanned around. She hoped ivoryclaw was out and about, she was to anxious and terrified to ever get close to the Warriors den, let alone poke her head in or enter it.



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    ■ butterflykit; butterflyheart
    ■ 4 months; ages every 100 posts
    ■ cisgender female
    ■ pansexual heteroromantic
    ■ single; no crush
    ■ emmy x npc; 1/2 of nothing
    ■ thunderclan kit; no mentor


    [APPEARANCE]
    a small she-cat with long fluffy fur and a slightly chubby build. she has a plumed tail of cloud-like downy fur, and thick sturdy legs. she has a bit of baby chub on her body, but most of her fluffy appearance is due to her thick pelt. has a charcoal grey pelt and almond shaped olive green eyes, and wears a thin green collar adorned with fake plastic flowers of cream, pink, and orange.
    ■ domestic feline
    ■ charcoal grey fur; olive green eyes
    ■ olive green collar with fake flowers
    ■ thick fluffy fur; plumed tail
    ■ curvy; short and compact; slightly stocky
    ■ eyes are puffy from crying; sad expression


    [PERSONALITY]
    meek and shy, she does her best to stay out of the limelight. she is very fearful of nearly everything, caused by growing up on the harsh streets of the twolegplace all on her own. she is especially afraid of the dark and of loud noises such as thunder, rushing water, or dogs barking. she is considered a crybaby, as she cries often and always seems to be sad. emotionally fragile, she is very much like a fragile little butterfly, so easily broken or damaged by even the slightest of things.
    ■ shy; awkward; timid; soft-spoken
    ■ anxious; fearful; crybaby; fragile
    ■ scares easily; very jumpy
    ■ has nightmares; self-inflicted insomnia
    ■ suffers from anxiety, ptsd, and depression


    [INTERACTIONS]
    ■ no kill, maim, or injure
    ■ pm me for capture or plots
    ■ easy physically; extremely easy mentally
    ■ will not start fights; will run away
    ■ no fighting, hunting, or healing skills
    ■ can power play affectionate actions


    [OTHER]
    ■ born in bloodclan; raised a kittypet
    ■ likes flowers, butterflies, and bees
    ■ favorite color is pale pink
    ■ favorite food is sparrow or finch
    ■ loves listening to stories

  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: transparent; width: 500px; text-align: justify;]she's so precious oml


    Ivoryclaw was, in fact, out and about. The albino warrior tried to stay in the shade and usually just helped out around camp during the day, as the leafless forest's light hurt her melanin-lacking skin. She had just gotten done checking up on the small, makeshift camp of ill cats. It was pretty sad, actually. She hoped they got better. Admittedy, camp was pretty quiet without all of them around. Her eyes wondered a bit before landing on Butterflykit. Oh, there she was. The kid looked like she was recovering nicely from her malnourishment. Ivory smiled, padding over to the kit gently before sitting down near her. "Hey kiddo, how's it going?" She asked, a bit lamely. She wasn't so good at starting conversation as she was at holding them.