Posts by BrynnCapella

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  • why does it smell like dogfood || plots oui oui

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    yess an oh thing would be fantastic
    hmmm i'm thinking i need that rainbow butterfly tate in my life
    she could be friends with bby girl kali or my unnamed nerd who i need to develop
    any plots in mind? or shoud it just be like a meeting thread?
    oh yes i remember the kai thread with them but i dont know what lion is doing with her kiera idk

  • || YOUR MAKERS MUST'VE KISSED IN COSMIC DUST ||

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    personality.
    blackness. he was used to it, the blank wall that blocked his view of the world. but the blackness that covered him then, it was... different. not only was it dark, but it was like he was immersed in nothingness. a huge void of absolutely and utterly naught. oblivion. it was like his mind had been wiped clean of every moment he'd ever known. all he knew was his head ached, and he could smell a yarrow flower. a white yarrow flower exactly. yarrow. that was his name right? suddenly he couldn't exactly remember. yeah, of course his name was yarrow, how could he ever doubt it?




    waking up with no memories, and no knowledge of losing them, yarrow creates his own personality as he walks, quickly making up the blank space in his mind. he doesn't know of a family, but isn't too bothered by it, nor desperate to 'seek the truth'. he does, however, remember quite a lot of his botanist knowledge, being able to pick out each seed and petal, branding them with their name and quite often their colour. he doesn't exactly know where the knowledge came from, and when anyone askes he brushes it off, stating he'd done a lot of training with medicine cats before. (little do they know he's trying to convince himself that).




    not only does he have an extensive knowledge of plants, he also has a deep love for them too. giving them made-up names and talking to them constantly







    leaves little gardens wherever they dock, doesn't want to be a medicine cat
    blind tom that like tends to flower gardens but will claw your throat out if you step on the flowers
    gets mad but instead of yelling he just leaves and goes and sits with his flowers, he talks to them
    should i make my flower boy fall off something (blind right) and he hits his head and doesn't remember anything
    then he's wandering
    and makes friends with the flowers because they smell good and his nose sense has heightened
    he like just finds the hitchhikers and joins them so he can find more flowers?




    put simply, yarrow is an adorable flower boy.
    good love advice.




    khyber
    internal.







    external.







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    >> yarrow
    >> flower most common in northern hemisphere, used for stopping the flow of blood.




    identity.
    >> male
    >> 15 moons
    >> asexual panromantic




    alliance.
    the hitchhikers




    family.
    doesn't remember any of them.




    playlist.




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    appearance.
    click
    yarrow couldn't be described as a gorgeous tom, having a simple but dark snowshoe patterned pelt on a lithe frame. he was quite ordinary, being on the smaller side of average. however amongst his small shoulder-blades and tiny round paws, his face did seem to shine amongst the dust. with very dark typical snowshoe markings, a white blaze between his eyes bleeds into a white muzzle with taupe blotches on his nose. his face was pretty, and it set the scene for his breathtaking eyes. a deep cornflower blue, darkening around the rim of his iris, dark flecks spotting the the lighter patches of the iris. his eyes were truly a standout, the light blue hazing over his ebony pupil. his sight had been stolen at birth, and in return had been given the beautiful steel blue glaze covering his pupils. though they couldn't see their own beauty, everyone else could.




    with beautiful eyes on a plain frame, the tom constantly had a bored expression painted on his maw. unbeknownst to him, he always looked like he was glaring at others, always looked angry. and so he got the bad nickname of the cranky flower boy. this resting bored expression only seemed to let up whenever he was with his beloved plants, his eyes closing and lips curling up into a truly happy smile, all his features softening. this was the only two emotions he ever showed, a bored expression and a adorable smile. with very unexpressive eyes, his emotions didn't paint his features very often.




    along with his different eyes, his body movements were also diverse. consistently he would tilt his head as he strained to hear to make up for his lack of sight. as well, he often runs into things, making him take his time whenever he walks, preferring to stay close to the side of a path instead of in the middle.




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