look what i have learned ;; open, shapeshifting for show

Littlestar gave off a quiet groan and rubbed her arms as if it would ease the sickness flipping throughout her belly. She wanted to lie down until the feeling passed but she knew it wouldn't. The damn sickness had stuck with her all throughout this week and that meant there was no way it was just getting up and leaving because she was lying down. Fuck. She knew she'd have to tell Lessa about it one way or another. She stood up and stretched, shaking her head and pretending she was shaking out all the exhaustion and nausea. Then, she went on a walk through the camp. It wasn't long before her attention was snatched by Hestia calling out. Mirror image, huh? May as well see what she's going on about. It's better then fighting off fucking sleep all the time. Sighing softly, the Monarch limped over and stood before the yellow furred canine. "Okay, try me." Littlestar forced a crooked grin although she was genuinally curious to see if Hestia could pull off the missing leg, tail, broken jaw, various scars littered all over her body as well as the raptor claws she wore on both front paws. Her golden eyes watched the apprentices every move, brow muscles raised in question.

"And at least try to flatter me." The tabby joked with a half frown, half grin on her face.

The compliment was very unexpected, especially coming from Hestia and especially considering the state of her face, and she didn't know quite how to take it. It wasn't every day she was put in this kind of situation after all.. people complimenting her looks. A warm tingle went up her belly but she didn't know how to react so she simply snorted and shrugged it off before watching the apprentice as she began to shrink. Huh. Her body was changing quickly. Littlestar watched, enraptured, as scars began to appear on her body and her fur changed color too. She looked.. terrible. But she had also been looking at herself for years now in a mirror. This was no different. It was just more.. alive. And it kinda freaked her out if she was being honset. Hestia had even managed to pull off the raptor claws and the belt with all her things on it too. The Monarch licked her lips and listened to Hestia speak. "Uh.." Her face felt warm. She sat down before Hestia. "You look like me." Duh.

She shrugged and waved a paw. "You have talent."

ARIZONA;;

This was a dangerous game. Since Arizona was already on the edge of seeking death and seeing herself right now would be bad. Her usual bright face paint had dulled and faded away to stained white fur because she hadn't felt the need to apply more. She wasn't bright and cheerful anymore. The girl had rubbed red dust on her paws to keep them blood stained looking. Yet everyone went on like it was fine. It was fine? Her eyes watched as Hestia shifted to look like the leader and she thought that was pretty cool. Padding on over she felt nervous but maybe she was just being a baby. "That was pretty cool Hestia."

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The sight of two Littlestars made Poe wonder if his head really was alright after his capture. He stopped dead in his tracks, mouth falling open, until one Littlestar changed into Hestia. Huh. Poe quickly straightened up and made his way over, brown eyes amused. What a cool trick. It would be really useful to be able to change your appearance at will, especially if you were something like a spy. Hestia was good at it too.

"Nice," He mumbled, hoping he was saying it right. He stood close to the original Lit, tail low. Just because he couldn't hear didn't mean he had to avoid everyone always.

"Whaaaat...?" Ollie murmured to himself, eyes wide in shock. He felt his body tremble with excitement as he witnessed a clan member, one he hadn't familiarised himself with yet, change form into the leader - Littlestar. The golden retriever, now wearing a bow tie and glasses, bounded over to get a closer look at the interesting show. "What-how did you do that?" He asked, trying to not act as impressed as he was; a hard act to accomplish when his wagging tail failed to co-operate. He wouldn't admit it, but it would make his day-no week if she were to shapeshift into him.

A skill she learnt whilst she was dead? That was.. impressive to say the least. Littlestar grinned and shrugged as Hestia once again complimented her. "Fucking course ya can. Just don't use it to takeover the clan or whatever." A joke and one she showed by chuckling afterwards. The long furred tabby wondered what it would be like if she could just changed forms. It would be so nice and she'd likely use it all the time. Anything to escape the wretched disable form of hers. It really bemused her to think that Hestia actually enjoyed it.. least of all it was her favourite. As Arizona came up followed by Poe, she looked towards them too and nodded at Poe who sided by her and mumbled something slightly incoherent. The tabby felt extremely empathetic towards him.. he was figuring out how to work around his new disability but she knew he could do it. If she had then he could for sure. Littlestar then looked towards Ollie as the new member padded forwards, trembling in shock and excitement. "My guess is shapeshifting and a shitload of manipulation." Littlestar responded but her eyes went to the apprentice for the formal answer, brow muscles pricked.

"Oh right, conjuration." That was a power that Littlestar wanted most, asides from the ability to fly. If she had the ability to fly and conjuration, she'd be set for life. Of course, when she was in firestate, she had conjuration but it scarcely worked and what fun was it when you could only use when you were really mad? She studied Hestia, wondering what being 'dead' was like. How did she even manage to practice stuff like that when she was dead? "Were you a ghost or something, Hest?" Littlestar inquired curiously, knowing it might sound really fucking stupid.