Posts by Tatjana Hladky

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can you? I usually have really bad muse for starting threads.

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A few of my characters have had this problem, where I might repeat developments because I've forgotten so making a tracker here.
Newer is at the top. Base Personality at bottom. Newest dev is current.
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Dev.5:
After joining Windclan and living there for a day or so, she initially loved it and felt it fit much more than Boneclan ever could. She still carries her mental scars, and is still very reserved, though gradually she is becoming more and more open, though she still views herself as weak and is trying to prove herself worthy to herself. Therefore she is not asking for help and trying to do everything on her own, right, the first time. This is causing her a lot of stress because she is feeling self doubt even with the simple task of finding her own home, she is unable to do it. So she sleeps outside, alone, and keeping her feelings locked up.

Dev.4:
Aerin after breaking down, convinced herself that she couldn't live like this anymore, not being loved, being near death everyday, and the overall attitude of Boneclan. So she nearly decided to suicide when Icarus showed up. She ended up being brought to Windclan where she now lives. She now believes she owes Icarus her life and would do nearly anything for him. Upon arriving at Windclan borders was very contradicted and nervous about the whole leaving her family regardless of what they'd done to her. She had decided that she was starting over. She was very reserved and in that polite, for fear of rejection.

Dev.3:
Aerin was attacked by her father Eric in their cottage, all she had been asking for was attention, and when he ignored her, she tried to catch his attention, resulting in a bad injury to her neck, nearly resulting in the loss of her throat. She grew very distant from all of her family and friends. She started believing that all her family would betray her, deepening her abandonment issues and making her hesitant to develop deep relations with anyone. She started to believe that all bad things were happening because she was there, and that she may need a new start. This attack by her father gave her deep fears and scarring memories, she does not like to be mentioned with her father, but does not harbor a grudge against him or her family, simply believes that they all hate her.

Dev.2:
Aerin had begun to accept her life in Boneclan, living as a shadow to her siblings. She began to look elsewhere, stray further and further from her home, developing thoughts about leaving and other various things. She began to ask herself if anyone really cared, they didn't seem to see her pain.

Dev.1:
Aerin was subjected to abandonment by her mother, left in Boneclan to be with their biological father. She suffered severe trust issues and started to realize differences between her and her siblings. She grew lonelier and started talking less.

Base:
Aerin started off being your average, bubbly, kind kitten. She loved to play with her siblings, and mother. She was not quiet, nor cautious. She liked to bounce around and tackle her siblings, and had no sense that her life would take a big turn. She had not a care in the world. Her life was nice.

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The young feline was determined to finish her task unlike the last one she'd been given. She sat on the rooftop of a one story building. With her she had gathered many items, each attached to a large, parachute. Each parachute was the same size, Aerin wanted to see if the size, weight, or shape would effect the time it took for each to fall and hit the ground. She had a timer next to her and a paper keeping the scores. She didn't really imagine anyone would want to watch her specifically so she made no announcement. She pushed the first object off, a toy soldier.
"Look out below!"

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The distant kitten watched with an amused glance from afar. It was funny watching a group of boys put on flower crowns, because why not? She walked over, holding back her laughter and amusement. She didn't question this fabulous thing that was going on, it seemed fun. The straight forward feline couldn't help but compliment.
"You do look fabulous." she giggled. She wasn't crushing on anyone in particular, she was a bit young to be doing that, even if someone did end up crushing on her, she may not notice for a little while.

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The kitten's usual bubbly self was starting to come back slowly, bit by bit her confidence was growing, along with the occasional set back. Maybe one day she'd be happy again. The dreamer loved the sky, she wanted to touch the stars, though she lacked the ability to fly. A regret that she would carry.
"Will you teach me about them?" she asked curiously, while peering at his books.

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The kitten was curious over what had happened, though it wasn't her clan so she wouldn't pry.
"Thank you for notifying us." she said, while dipping her head in greeting. The she-cat was raised to be polite, her spunky self would be emerging shortly, they should probably prepare.

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The tabby marked female watched silently from a distance, she wondered if the girl had not wanted to show her pictures by the way that she was acting, not quite scared, maybe nervous? She had never been the best with emotions and knowledge, that was Xing.
"Do you mind if I look at them too?" she asked quietly while approaching.

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Favorite word?
"I like the word Bamboozled. It sounds cool." the tabby marked feline said, that had been an interesting question. She had never thought about a favorite word, nor would it have occurred to her, though at an instant the word had come to her.

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Aerin yawned, for some reason she was tired, was she sleeping? Not really. It didn't matter that much.
"What happened?" she asked bluntly, as she came down and sat across from him, lifting her own paw up to her face to groom it. Her eyes moved from the injured serval to her own paw.

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"Oh sorry Felix, I didn't realize you were down there." she called out, her weekly task was a simple one, she didn't know why she was doing it really. Just to keep herself around others.

"Hey guys, I'm doing an experiment!" she said before releasing a few more parachutes, with each a different item.

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"Anything and everything you can tell me about them." the kitten said, she wanted to be smarter like her brother, he was extremely smart, while Aerin was a bit jealous at all the attention he received.

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using~ thanks!

tracking

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Everything was out of place, the daughter of Bleedingsouls dragged herself over to the border. Various feathers had been ripped out of her once white wings, now the color of dark, dried blood. Nobody had come to save her, stuck in an enemy clan, tortured, nearly brainwashed. She'd returned to her clan, only to find them living on happily. Her eyes glowered, watching the ground before her paws. Welcome to her life. They could go to hell.

She felt lost, she'd been kicked while she was down. The once, kind, feline was no more. She lived in reality now. Nobody loved her, she didn't need anyone. Love kills slowly. So she'd left, to start a new. Various scratches and bite marks along her legs and belly, all dried blood. Of all the pain, she didn't acknowledge it. She was left out. Why did she deserve to complain, she wasn't as worse off as some.

She sat down on the Boneclan border, a young feline, nearly old enough to be apprenticed, or whatever they called it here. The scratches under her eyes stung every time the blinked. She was sick of it. She wanted a better life, no more fake smiles or lies.
She sat down in good posture, her normally well groomed fur sticking out randomly. Her tail wrapped around her paws, bloody just like the rest of her. Her amber gaze looked up, scanning the bone covered land for signs of life.
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The young feline sat down in the near vicinity, amber eyes watching the wildcat closely, he wanted to say something, so she would listen. She licked a paw and dragged it across her forehead, before cleaning the feathers of her right wing.

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She was lost. She wanted to be someone else. She was just a waste of space. Fake smiles and lies greeted her everyday. She had been able to hide it before, now she was loosing it. One of her siblings had found her, she had expected anger, sadness. No he'd been happy, happy that he didn't have to see her anymore. He'd laughed. She felt like such a stupid girl. How hadn't she seen through their fake emotions, pretending to care about her.

Kicked while she was down. Aerin was in her apartment, all their forged smiles, why such a cruel fate. She was just their toy to push around. She could connect the dots now, it all made sense, her father had hated her, so he'd tried to kill her. None of her siblings had been around or even spoken to her after she woke up. They didn't care. She didn't belong. She was hurt, suicidal, crying into her pillow, music turned up so that they couldn't hear. She was sick of all this.

The young feline walked through the main apartment, a scarf tight around her neck, looking closely one could see blood drops just underneath. Her eyes portrayed no emotion. Welcome to her life.

[Summary. she was told and convinced by brother that she'd not loved. No sleep because of crying, music to hide the noise. Now shes walking through the main apartment's social area, wearing a scarf that is barely hiding her self inflicted wounds. Someone can feel free to step on the scarf end accidentally~

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The fluffy feline's gaze landed on Rhy first, it wasn't uncommon for her to be approached by people she didn't know, the people who were social, or trying to be. She offered a weak smile, "Hi." she murmured softly. Aerin hadn't barely had time to say anything else before Icarus showed up, a face that she knew, he'd brought her here. He'd saved her, or so she had thought.

She hadn't even spoken before he'd noticed the blood, she should have been more careful while hiding it, the wound on her neck had been reopened with the addition of new scratches. "I. I', um. yeah." she said softly, if nobody had noticed she probably would have dropped dead by lack of blood all being adsorbed into the scarf.
"I had to do it. I had to." she murmured, her gaze flickering back between the three who'd approached her. "It was too much." she continued, sliding into a sitting position. Slowly she attempted to peel the scarf off.

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The kitten heard the call and padded over slowly, scanning the area quietly, she'd make her development retro to this thread. She wore a white scarf around her neck, and sat off to the side, watching quietly and hoping that the event would go by fast. She had no date, nor did she expect to have one.

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bumping. sorry. closing/locking. read first post.