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    WE'RE ALL MESSED UP INSIDE — dreamkit — serval — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]How did the 3 month old serval end up in front of the giant staircase to floating islands beside a mountain? Sounds like a dream, if you ask me. But that's a story for another day.
    Now, Dreamkit sat at the base of the stairs, paws shuffling and eyes shifting nervously. Why was she trying to reach out to civilization? They wouldn't want her. No one did. She should just turn back and....
    No. I've come this far, she told herself. No turning back now. And so the kitten began her ascent of the stairs, awe replacing the fear in her eyes as she approached the island in the clouds, now actively seeking someone instead of wishing no one else existed.

    Trying to find

    my way back home to you


    Awww what a poor little thing. She has been watching the passed out kit for a while in a cloud near by. She was as fluffy as one so it was easy to blend in. Pixel tilted her head with a hum. She flapped her cloud like wings, silently following behind the other. Not once did she think what she was doing was creepy, actually. She was simply just used to following others. The angel tilted her head, gently tapping the other on the shoulder.


    You were supposed to wait on the stairwell. She informed with a gentle smile. Pixel, too, went against the regulations of borders. She was a gentle creature, so she was forgiven. Dreamkit probably would have been too, if anyone drastic or patriotic showed up. Who can stay mad at a baby? But she just thought she'd let the other know. Poor thing must be so confused. And then she meets a pink cat when she wakes up? She must think she was still asleep!


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    3/20

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Oh, what a cute little kid! Pierce loved children, despite the fact that he had barely grown out of being one himself. Coming over after Pixel, he smiled gently at the younger serval, crouching down to be at her height. What was she doing out here all on her own? This was no place for a kitten of this age. Sure, he had been just a few months older when he joined, but a lot of maturing went down between three and five months. The vice-leader watched Dreamkit with round eyes sparkling warmly, tail swishing behind him. "Hi there, sweetie, I'm Pierce. What's your name?" He observed the little girl for a moment, before a wind blew and caused him to shudder. It was pretty cold out here, wasn't it? His gaze rested on Dream's short fur, quite like his own, and frowned slightly. If he was cold, and quite adjusted to the temperature of Blizzardclan, how would she be feeling? Perhaps if she mentioned being cold he could check his satchel - he usually had a scarf or something in there.

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    WE'RE ALL MESSED UP INSIDE — dreamkit — serval — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Pulled out of her daze by the touch on her shoulder, Dreamkit jumped several feet into the air, stumbling and spinning around in a panic. Settling her nerves, the kit looked up to a fortunately kind face, and a trembling smile crept back onto her face. The cat was.... well, pink. It was confusing, but a welcoming look to the kitten. At Pixel's words, however, her eyes once again blew up in the beginings of panic, but was quite quickly shut down by her brain. She doesn't seem mad. It's okay. Still, Dream nodded. "S-sorry. I h-hadn't realized."
    At the sound of another arrival, the serval looked up to meet the gaze of someone much like herself. "D-D-Dreamkit," she replied, taking another deep breath to steady her voice. "Nice to meet you, Pierce." As the chilling breeze passed, the kitten shuddered, but held her head high, continuing to observe the two strangers. A pink, winged cat and a serval carrying a satchel? Not a common sight.

    Fadingmoon

    Every breath that you take has meaning...

    Fadingmoon perked up at the sound of paw steps on the stairs. She padded forward on her short legs, barely breaching the top of the staircase in time to see the kitten. A small smile spread across the pup's face. "Are you looking for a place to join? You look quite young, can I get you anything? Sometime to eat or drink? Don't worry, we have plenty."

    ...You are here for a reason.

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    WE'RE ALL MESSED UP INSIDE — dreamkit — serval — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit began to visibly relax as all her fears were disproved. Everyone here seemed nice so far, and the kit forcefully shut out the negative voice sure to arise before it could. She'd save that inner argument for later. A bright smile shone of her face at Fadingmoon's offer and Dream nodded eagerly. "I was hoping to stay here, if that's alright. Food and drink would be nice, too, if it's not a bother..." The serval released her tensed muscles with a slow exhale, ceasing the shuffling of her paws.

    Fadingmoon

    Every breath that you take has meaning...

    Fadingmoon nodded her head, turning to pad toward the center of camp. She picked up a sizable squirrel, thinking about how it must be spring if things were coming to be this size again. Smiling to herself at that prospect, she padded over toward the water supply and also dunked some moss in it. Carefully juggling both in her mouth, she made her way back toward the serval kitten. Placing them at her feet, the pup then scooted backwards to allow Dreamkit some space. "There you are. And welcome to the Clan," she said cheerfully, glancing at Pierce to make sure that she wasn't doing something wrong by accepting this person.

    ...You are here for a reason.

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce sat back, his smile broadening. He assumed she was joining. If that was the case, great - new clanmates were always good. "Dreamkit," he echoed the name in an attempt to engrain it into his mind. It was a nice name, sure, but the boy wasn't concerned about her name; he was concerned about her nerves. Was she afraid of them? He didn't think they were that scary. "Pleasure to meet you too, miss." His head turned as Fadingmoon approached and smiled, glad that the kitten was getting taken care of. When Dreamkit spoke again, stating that she was joining, and Fadingmoon welcomed her, he nodded. As he realized the pup beside him's questioning glance, he said, "Welcome to Blizzardclan, Dreamkit. Would you be interested in finding a place to warm up?" He noticed her slight shiver with a frown. She was young and should probably have someone to watch over her, but stopping to give her a chance to start a fire and maybe grab a scarf or blanket sounded like a good idea.


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    [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%]He had been about Dreamkit's age when he found BlizzardClan, although "found" was not exactly the right word. He was left at the border in a box with his friend and had stuck around the BlizzardClan floating islands ever since. He felt like he could relate to Dreamkit and felt bad that she didn't seem to have anyone accompanying her as she walked up the staircase.


    The dark-furred Turkish angora watched silently, ears twitching as he followed Fadingmoon's movements and Pierce's friendly comments. "Hallo. My name is Germanicus." He said slowly, taking notice of her timidity. He glanced at Pierce; he wouldn't have minded to help Dreamkit settle in as well, and he hoped he could do something soon to alleviate her nervousness a bit more.


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    [spoiler=tags — updated 13 march][align=justify][size=8]★ I THINK THAT CHEST MIGHT BE HEAVY FROM THAT CROSS ON YOUR NECK
    germanicus | “german” | gehr - mAHn - nee - coos
    combatant (HP) of blizzardclan | riverclan ambassador | titles: adventurer
    male | bisexual biromantic | monogamous
    seven months old (spiritually 4 years) | double-aged | mortal
    prussian lystander x adelaide | generation 4 | mentored by sweetophelia

    ★ 'CAUSE YOU'RE A GHOST AT MOST, A SET OF EMPTY BONES
    BIRTH: CURRENT DOMESTIC FELINE | turkish angora | injuries: n/a
    a black smoke with a visible mackerel tabby pattern, semi-long fur, and pale blue eyes. front paws are white up to the end of toes, hind paws are white all the way up to ankles, and has a large white marking on chest and throat area. masculine and sturdy build. thick fur gives him a sort of scruffy appearance.
    ALTERNATEDOMESTIC CANINE | german shepherd | injuries: n/a
    a black and tan/red rich bicolor with sleek fur and pale blue eyes. masculine and sturdy build. this form can only be shifted into when wearing his iron cross. he typically has no control over when he shifts in and out of this form, though he is much more susceptible to have visions of his past life when triggered in this form.
    - carries around a recovered world war i german iron cross on a chain around his neck (currently lost it)
    - speaks with a light german accent; occasionally sounds like he has an italian accent

    ★         SEARCHING FOR ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING TO MAKE YOU FEEL WHOLE
    non-violent actions can be powerplayed on him | attack with '@'
    aggressive | usually avoids starting fights, will finish them or retaliate
    physically inexperienced | mentally moderate
    shapeshifting ability: discovered, not mastered
    no current weapons
    always open for most plots

    ★ YOU CAN'T CONTROL WHERE YOUR BODY LETS YOU GO
    reincarnation of former thunderclan leader deutschland schmidt
    first language german | second language english | illiterate
    enjoys collecting artifacts | developing craftsman in metal and leather
    socially reserved | studious | polite

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    WE'RE ALL MESSED UP INSIDE — dreamkit — serval — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The welcoming nature seemed to run in everyone in the Clan, thankfully, and Dreamkit's smile only grew as others approached to greet her. Names of the others looped round her mind in her best efforts not to forget them, and their appearances were also logged into her memory.
    At Pierce's offer to find warmth, Dream nodded eagerly. "I-it is a little cold out h-here..." she murmered, smiling sheepishly up at the older serval. "I'd really appreciate th-that. Thank you."
    On Germanicus' arrival, Dreamkit smiled again, more comfortable now with strangers as they all seemed kind enough so far. "N-nice to meet you."
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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia wasn't too concerned with where a stranger ended up in the territory, how far they got before being addressed, so long as they were friendly. The BlizzardClan leader was a fairly lenient animal when it came to small overreaches, especially when it came to children such as Dreamkit herself. She walked forward now to join the group, following after Germanicus and remaining standing beside her young apprentice.


    "Dreamkit, was it?" She smiled. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen, by the way. We're very pleased to welcome you to BlizzardClan."
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    Trying to find

    my way back home to you


    Pixel's ears pinned back. She was cold? The angel turned to the ground around her, nervous. She wished she had a blanket of some kind... She sighed and removed her scarf, wrapping it around the kit's neck. She smiled slightly, eyes bright at the other. You can keep this if you want. I have a lot. she chuckled.


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    WE'RE ALL MESSED UP INSIDE — dreamkit — serval — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit smiled up at the seal-point feline as she introduced herself, nodding to confirm her name. The kitten found herself drawn to Sweetophelia's eyes, fascinated by the unnatural color. Catching herself staring, she murmured a apology quickly under her breath before looking up to see Pixel offering up her scarf. Dream's eyes widened and her heart warmed, and she took the scarf gratefully. "Tha-ank you!" she squeaked, voice catching in her throat. The large scarf warmed her entire body and she hummed contentedly.

    Fadingmoon

    Every breath that you take has meaning...

    Fadingmoon perked up as Pierce mentioned to the kitten that he could get her somewhere warmer. How did she not notice Dreamkit shivering? Feeling bad, she gave a sheepish look toward the kitten. At least Pixel had given her a scarf. "If you wanna come back to my hut, I can get you a blanket. Then I can help you find a hut for yourself, or you can move in with somebody!"

    ...You are here for a reason.