FRAGILE FLOWER // open, mass meet-and-greet

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    This would be a good thing for Gordon to do to get used to the ThunderClanners. The she-cat had made some flower crowns for the new Clanmates and her Clanmates in the Knights of Eden, though there might not be enough for everyone; she only did what she had access to. "Uh, m-meet-and-greet!" Gordon chorped out. "I've-I've made flower crowns for-for some people. Th-ThunderClanners are welcome to-to join if they want!"
    "speaking" actions thoughts


    (c) advo

    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS-UPDATED 4/03][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    gordon praelium-cipher (goes by gordon cipher)| female (she/her) | baroness [shp] of the knights of eden; former shadehunter specializing in rescue [hp] of (non-traditional) shadowclan| physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] light gold abyssinian
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    scar going from the bottom of her stomach to her side (from bill)
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    post-traumatic stress disorder
    anxiety disorder
    panic disorder
    PERSONALITY:
    nervous, easily scared, persistent about her beliefs, clingy, compassionate, thoughtful
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on frisk; panromantic, asexual
    CONFRONTATION[/color]
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER:
    please message me if you don't want gordon to interrupt your capture/torture!!
    played by maple
    tag: #gordonciphersc
    finnishwars praelium xx bill cipher (gen 8)
    all powers (doesn't use them often)
    character bond with frisk and billiam
    tv tropes/bio

    「 and should the sky be filled — with fire and smoke 」

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]"This is a great idea, Gordon." Hazel purred, trotting over. When she was younger, she'd sit in the courtyard for hours at a time, using her flower print powers to do nothing but weave flower crowns until the day sank with the sun. Hazel did and didn't miss those days - mostly, she missed them because of her old friends and the old familiar feeling pulsing from the castle walls that sounded like home, but she was perfectly content to try and start over again. Fresh life and fresh faces, right? Spare Dahlia and Bastille, of course.


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    YOU'RE STILL ALIVE — kno — koe — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Kno ghosted forth, her presence like a specter but her tangibility undeniable. Much like Hazel, Kno too could remember the old days, but again, Kno remembered everything. In the end, the past mixed in with her future and blurred the lines between history and on, and despite her photographic memory, the cat found herself growing fuzzy on exactly what she did back then. maybe it was because she isolated herself to the library where the only soul around was her and the souls inscribed on the pages. It was no matter. That was the past, and this is now. Kno could reminisce when she wasn't socializing. "Hello, Gordon." she greeted calmly, her voice echoing from behind the skull covering her face. "I am Kno, in case you have forgotten."


    With these words, Kno gently lifted a paw and took up a flower crown, before settling it atop the weathered bone of the skull. It was odd seeing something so alive sitting just above something so dead. Maybe it was an omen that the flowers would soon die as well.

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. MARQUESS.


    "I'm still Bast," he commented as he joined them, evidently not too cooperative with meet and greets when he knew everyone there already. It was the thought that counted; maybe ThunderClan would show up. Stopping beside Hazel, Bastille glanced around and decided that he most certainly would not be starting the awkward small talk.


    I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!


    ANOTHER BAD POEM | 3.28