THE ECHO IN THE MIRROR [open, intro + playing]

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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] Today was an exceptional day, as Butterflykit wasn't crying, hiding, or acting jumpy and paranoid. She had momentarily let loose, playing by herself in a secluded corner of camp. It was rather peaceful, as it was mid-morning and many cats had left out on patrols, or where out of camp due to sickness. Her fluffy pelt and stocky frame was lightly dusted with frost and snow she had collected in her tussle with her toy, and her olive green eyes would follow it every time she launched it. Pouncing on and throwing it around, she was rather enjoying herself, although she did occasionally look around to make sure she was still safe. Her collar made her stand out around here, but it was one of the few things she didn't mind. After all, she had good memories of warmth, milk, delicious food, and warm days that came with the green acessory, not to mention she found the fake flowers adorning it to be absolutely beautiful. Today was a good day in deed.



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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;]Ivoryclaw woke up late as she always did- she was definitely more of a nocturnal being. She opened her color-lacking eyes, which appeared pink almost as soon as the rays of light hit them. Her eyes weren't really pink, they just appeared that way because of the light reflecting off blood vessels in her eyes. Albinism was something she was always learning more about.
    The warrior opened her eyes to peek at who was making those noises, and found it was Butterflykit. Ah, cutie. Ivoryclaw took a clump of moss from her nest and compressed it into a tight ball, then rolled it over the snow towards Butters, hoping the child would find the good old traditional mossball to be to her liking.


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    [hr][justify][size=8]It was common to see the young child mulling about anxiously. Daisystem had grown used to it, though she did wish she could coax Butterflykit out of her shell. Today, however, it seemed she was doing that all on her own.


    A smile upon her snowy maw, the medicine cat apprentice wandered over and requested, "May I play with you? It looks fun!" She, for one, adored playing in the snow.


    /my muse rip

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px][justify]Greenkit was getting used to being outside on her own, learning about the Clan and the beings in them. So far, she wasn't doing such a good job. She tried surreptitiously to follow older members outside of camp, but that always got her in trouble. She was trying something different; just exploring camp. There was enough to see, sure, but she yearned for what she could not have. Just a few more moons. She chanted in her head. She couldn't wait to venture outside.


    When she saw the trio of unfamiliar faces, the she-kit got excited. Her emerald eyes lit up and she scampered over, occasionally tripping over her too-big paws. The beauty of a feline grinned at the others, a purr rumbling in her throat. "I wanna play!" She exclaimed, not willing to take 'no' for an answer. She didn't even think to introduce herself, as it was unlikely for them to know her, for she had spent most of her life inside the nursery by herself.


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    The newly named warrior joined the group, watching the kitten play with her toy. She really was a sweet little thing, with soft, downy gray fur and olive eyes.


    It felt strange to think she was a warrior now. She was Spottedfern. Not Spottedpaw. It was... different. But it felt good too. She was a full warrior of ThunderClan now.


    "I'll play too, if that's okay," she announced.
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    Info | Updated 31/12/2016

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    ★ Owldapple had just recently come back from a solo hunting trip with no prey lingering from his massive jaws. He was fairly disappointed that he couldn't find the prey the Clan needed, and felt the need to relieve himself of the icky feeling that clung to his skin and pelt. He leaned over and picked moss and bits of bark from his thick pelt, but just as he was finished, he heard pawsteps of his fellow clanmates reach his ears and turned his head curiously over to the event that was going on.


    Seeing what was going on, Owldapple allowed a small smile to snake onto his features, before bending down to continue grooming himself, every once in a while sneaking small peaks towards the kit and the three warriors and the two kits.


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    [align=center][font=arial][color=#aaa9ff]Addanaya had returned minutes before from a hunting patrol, dropping her share of catches into the pile that cats surrounded. She wasn't hungry, so she ignored the meaningless growl in her stomach. Approaching the small group of cats, she smiled towards Butterflykit. How fun it looked! She wanted to watch for now, but she surely was interested in joining in sooner or later.


    The small bob of a tail poked up into the air, as she took a seat not far from the gathering of few cats.

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    [spoiler=INFO][justify][color=olivedrab][font=courier] actions | "speech" | thoughts | attacks
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    [justify][color=olivedrab][font=courier][BASICS]
    ■ 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

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    ☁ --- Unfortunately for poor, rattled Butterflykit, here came her bully in shinning armor. It didn't take much to anger the white tomkit, anyhthing from insults to simply breathing in his general direction could set him off. But none made him burn with rage quite like Butterflykit. Her entire existance was detestable - her name was sickening! While Dovekit may not outright want her dead or wish to harm her, he certainly wouldn't be bothered if she, say, tested her little angel wings off a CLIFF!
    Plodding over with steam practically billowing from his white-hot expression, the kitten watched nearby as the mass of clan mates began crowding in around Butterflykit. From his experience with bullying the little molly, Dovekit knew social interaction - or more like too much and too fast - made her extremely nervous and frightened. He snorted, irritated by her shyness. She would never make Butterflysong - or anyone for that matter - proud if she stayed a shy little baby all her life!
    His brown eyes suddenly flashed as an idea came to mind, and instantly a cold smirk followed suit into his freezing expression. Easily passing by all the cats through their legs, Dovekit trotted seemingly happily towards Butterflykit. "Aw butters! Dont look so scared - they just want to play~" the small tom cooed, making his way to stand behind her, "Dont be rude, go on, just - Play!" once positioned at her back, Dovekit aimed to shove the other kitten towards the crowd. His motives for such an action was simply to enact an experiment. What would little butters do when she couldn't run away like a coward from her problems?



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    [hr][justify][size=8]Noticing the child's anxiety at the large group surrounding her, Daisystem offered a kind smile. "That's alright. If you're not interested in playing anymore, perhaps we can chat. I really would like to spend time with you." For her, nothing was more important than helping every clan member feel like they belonged. Butterflykit was more than welcome here, and she was alright with helping her realize that.