Posts by Miss Havisham

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]"Magnificent." The young daughter of Lady Avorio purred to herself, happiness splattered across her face as she took a deep breath of the restaurant air that was of the Skull camp. The scent of the imported spices stocked in small quantities on abandoned tables that called her place of residence theirs played with her nostrils and made her tail curl. The indescribable aroma of salt mixed with the spunky tones of pepper and the sassy notes of sauce could be unfairly tagged as 'overwhelming' to the untrained palate, but to Miss Hashisham it was the smell of heaven itself. The sensation was irreparably fused with this place where she belonged, it was so undeniably hers. It never ceased to make her smile as she awoke from her midmorning naps and stretched her ever-growing muscles for the rest of the day.

And my, my, wasn't she getting tall, now? The sun that managed to peek throuh the curtains made pinpoints of golden fur glow as the kit, tall for her age, examined her oddly long extremities, hoping her proportions would balance out lest she grow to be a frail-pawed adult.

The senses of the young were probably the most vivid, as they remained untainted by visions of tragedy and corruption, and kits were the least preoccupied of the age groups- giving them plenty of time to enjoy the simple pleasures of existing. Whatever gods above knew she certainly did. Miss rolled onto her back to enjoy the warmth of the sky-or . She was a bit of a lazy bug, preferring to bathe in the sunlight as opposed to trying to sneak into battle training seshs before her time, or whatever it was productive kits did.

The bundle of fur flopped to one side, trying to find a comfortable position to rest on, but her bony shoulders put up quite the protest. Fine then, she'd sleep on her stomach, but no. Her paws were sore from having explored the restaurant earlier. Why did she have to be so weak? An attempt on the other side resulted in her shoulders fighting again. Perhaps lying on her back was worth another shot?

The carpet tugged at the fuzz that coated the kitten as she rolled around in this manner for quite a while. That was, until she jostled a table leg and number her head. She cried out, batting at her muzzle as if a touch would bring her relief, but only ended up unconsciously unsheathing her claws and getting them embedded into the silky wood of the table's pillar. Miss Havisham pulled back sharply, confused by the sudden pains to the point that she didn't acknowledge her move as a bad choice. A shaken plate plummeted down from above, smashing into millions of glittering fragments not inches from her head.

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The small, golden tabby wrinkled her nose. Not in disgust, as a body language reader might expect, but she felt a sneeze coming on. Alas, it ebbed away uncomfortably, robbing her of the satisfaction of the release of pressure as she kneaded her soft paws again to the ground. This was the first meeting of the daughter of Lady Avorio, and judging by the crowd reaction and the general lack of exciting vocabulary, this meeting was pretty standard stuff- excluding the last bit, which had received mixed reactions from her peers.

She had no prior experience with proclanners, but the kit had caught on that they were bad news and looked down upon. Yet, if that was the case, why would the god want a sacrifice of one of them? Wouldn't they rather Skullclan provide them with something meaningful to them to show their true devotion, as opposed to a disposable spoil of war? Maybe this was one of those things that made sense to the grown-ups.

Close to her was kind of a gloomy-looking guy that those who'd, unlike her, met him knew as Voltaire. She padded a couple of steps closer to him in curiosity. "Everything okay, Mister? You're looking a lil down".

She'd been born not too long ago and had a pretty pleasant life so far. There had been no need for Miss Havisham to grow attached to any particular religion or supernatural beliefs, so even if she knew what was up with her fellow Skullclanner, she wouldn't be able to relate. She could, however, understand fear. When she'd began to shed her little shell of being a newborn and slipped into her first traces of awareness, everything seemed terrifying. It had been so vivid, the world seemed so vast-like it was going to eat you up. Something had gotten her through it, otherwise she wouldn't have made it without fainting.

The kit tried to lie down comfortingly next to Isaac/Jakov, blissfully unaware of the concept of personal space. She had spent much of her existence curled up next to parental figures, after all. "Sometimes l, when I get scared, I think about my family, or how pretty the sky is," she suggested brightly.

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Heya peeps c:
Anyone want to plot with Miss Havisham?
I just started rping her a couple hours ago and she's already my musebby. /w\

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Havish. I like it. :3
And sure! Do you want me to make the thread?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]There was really no way she knew of to describe the sound of a throat clearing, it wasn't yet a growl and it throaty like a gulp, so she couldn't thinking about it poetically as the she-kit reacted by turning her head, ears tilting forward. "Yes?" Her tail booped against the ground uncertainly for a couple of taps before turning back towards the scarred tom. There was no need to be rude to him, the thin-looking tom could wait his turn. If not, he could certainly rush up to her and yell in her face- that was always an effective way to get someone's attention.

She really needed to start playing the name game, didn't she? It'd be kind of inconvenient to go around calling to everyone based her description of what she perceived of them. If she called for 'that one tabby' in a crowd she'd get about a dozen faces, if any bothered to respond to the vague inquiry at all. Yeah, Miss Havisham should probably get started on that with speedy efficiency before she found herself engulfed in the next social huddle.

Voltaire's change of expression was clear, but the calico struggled to discern if it was genuine. "If you're sure, sir," she meowed with an uncertain smile. She was unaware of the anger he kept hidden towards Wolfgate who, despite being Lady's current mate, wasn't her father. Nah, her lineage was Lady and npc with her father being nothing quite so interesting as the leader.

But back to reality, the femme would have liked to get to know her home inside out, paying special attention to the ever-changing population count made of her peers. If Roland was still around, she'd twist back to nod him in Voltaire's direction to get him to come over. If the cards were played right, she could get two faces in one go- a win for team Havisham. "So I'm kind of new to the world and the social aspect of Skullclan, so apologies for not knowing them already, but what are your names? I'm Miss Havisham, by the way, but you can call me whatever you like."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Well, this was uncomforatble. The kitten rolled into a sitting position and flexed her claws, she was almost unhinged. Sucking in again, she pulled again hoping for the best. "Nnf!" Nothing fell this time, but if it had? Her momentum had cause her to tumble backwards and out of harm's way. She didn't stay down for long, but she held her left forepaw gingerly above the ground, resting her weight on her haunches a distance from the broken plate.

Now, she acknowledged her company with an aloof nod. "Hey, peeps," came a cool mew as an attempt to look hip despite her earlier predicament proceeded. "The name's Havisham. Miss." She performed the equivalent of a hairflip and flicked a calico ear, smiling sheepishly all the while. "And you?" Golden eyes glanced at the canine, who was pretty chill despite almost finding her as a corpse, then the russet-dabbed tabby. Despite being a kit herself, she found something about Afterkit endearing.

The she-kit kind of felt like cuddling someone, since having a large object smash into the ground inches from your head was a little terrifying. After a moment's pause, she realized that she could feel something in her ear. Tensing up, Miss tried to shake her head, once again pawing at it. To a breath of relief, a tiny piece of ceramic fell out with a plink, and everything else felt alright. "Pretty, but precarious, huh?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]"Sweet." Miss Havisham made her way to the gathering group around the bucket. The kit was a single pringle who wasn't sure if she was ready to mingle, but she was looking for someone to go to the party with. Things were more fun with friends.

[font=georgia]character's name;; Miss Havisham
gender;; female
sexuality;; pansexual
describe your character in four words;; amiable, caring, adventurous, playful
describe their ideal date in four words;; (open to anyone)
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hope you feel better soon <3

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Screen name; Cinderwish/Miss Havisham
Character name; Miss Havisham
Gender; female
Age; warrior-age (since she's not going to be my bby forever)
Species; cat
Detailed appearance;
-anime
-golden
-orange+black calico calico with short hair
-ears; perked
-expression; cheerful
-accessories (opt.); a flower crown
-no bangs
background or transparent ? ; transparent

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Miss couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to tote antlers on you head all day as Samson approached, asking about her welfare like a knight in shining armor. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Thanks for asking, though. You're a deer," she purred with a wink.

"Hi, Marie. What's up?" The calico managed a little wave with the paw she was holding against her chest, the one that had gotten stuck.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]"Sorry, geez. I was getting to you, Mister. Please don't snap at me."
"I never got to know my dad, he was just some dude, but my mom's name is Lady Avorio, although it seems like most cats call her Lady." Her thin shoulders shrugged. She couldn't miss what she'd never had, but curiosity about her father was inevitable. Did she have his eyes, his pelt? An answer would be impossible to fi-
waitwaitwait
The Minister seemed familiar, she'd seen him at the meeting he called a few sunrises ago, and wasn't he Lady's-?
think fast, Havisham
Her relationship with her mother wasn't exactly buddy-buddy, but she didn't want her to get in trouble, either. She squealed, falling over on her side. "I THINK IM BLEEDING ON THE INSIDE. QUICK, GET ME A MEDIC!"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]That was definitely a mistake, her pawss pushed her to all fours as her tail stiffened. Okay, real talk time.

The Minister was definitely a threatening authority when he was angry, all puffed up to look twice his size, and a booming voice to match. The she-kit almost cried, a part of her wanting to give in to the more powerful cat. Miss Havisham could feel tears welling up in her eyes, yes they weren't of fear. This was so unfair! It wasn't her fault Lady had a thing with another guy at some point, and she hadn't lied to Wolfgate, she'd only tried to divert his attention. Why was she the one you got yelled at? A roar ripped from her throat.

"Listen up, BUTTERCUP. If you're having relationship issues or you want to know how old I am- I suggest you talk it up with youR WIFE. You know? The one you have a commitment with? So KEEP IT TOGETHER, FOR OCEANU'S SAKE OR WHATEVER HIS NAME IS, GET OUT OF MY FACE AND STOP YELLING at ME."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]ooc: "Maybe Havisham's father was Macklemore."
^I have no idea who Macklemore is so out of context this made my day xD
sorry back to the drama

The question didn't need an answer from her, really. Her size and the fuzzy, rocky-road fur that bristled along her back told the story. She was about 2 moons old, so she was born fairly recently in the grand scheme of things.
"GO AHEAD, KICK ME OUT. IT WON'T FIX YOUR INSECURITY ISSUES AND IT CERTAINLY WON'T MAKE HER LOVE YOU AGAIN."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]After this, if she hadn't gotten herself exiled, she and Darwin would probably tell stories and laugh like old friends over a piece of prey. Havisham was sure he was a delight, but now was not the time.

"I'D RATHER BE A STUPID CHILD THAN A WASHED-UP OLD COOT THAT'S SO INSECURE ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIPS THAT HE LOSES HIS MARBLES AT THE FIRST SIGN OF A STORM."

Her lips curled back in a gnashing snarl and her claws unsheathed, sinking into the ground as the she-kit held her ground. Idiots who threw fits as feats didn't get treats- or answers. She didn't even care about becoming a trainee. Anything a mentor could show her, she could learn herself or from others, and titles meant nothing to her. Title didn't say anything about who you were, or your personal worth. If they did, Wolfgate would be the scum at the bottom of her announcement rock.

"YOU DON'T GET IT. YOU CAN'T MANIPULATE ME INTO TELLING YOU MY AGE. YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, BUT YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BLACKMAIL ME INTO BECOMING YOUR SLAVE, WHIPPING YOUR BAN-HAMMER PRIVILEGES AROUND LIKE SOME SPOILED, TRIGGER-HAPPY FREAK. AND YOU STINK, WHAT FILTH WERE YOU ROLLING AROUND IN BEFORE YOU CRAWLED OUT OF YOUR HOLE, ROTTING LEMONS? LEAVE ME ALONE!"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Dawny, did you want me to make the Volty and Havish thread? c:

Wolfgate | wrote:

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yes please c;

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PEN!THESILEA ✐ wrote:

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]threads with marie? she needs some gal friends xD

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Same deal with Miss Havisham. Could I have one? c:

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Honestly? Because she was a defiant knucklehead. She cared for others well enough when all was dandy with her, but as soon as she had a problem, the world revolved around her. Never mind that Wolfgate was upset over the possibility that he was cheated on, no. The focus should be on what really mattered- the injustice being done against her. I did nothing to deserve being yelled at. Wolfgate attacked me for no good reason, and I defended myself. I'm innocent.

The record needed to be straight, the one in the wrong didn't deserve to have their way, so he could throw his little fit. A stubborn jaw was set, ruining her delicate features. There was no way she would cave. His head was in the clouds for too long, this dude needed some reality to get him back on the same page everyone else without a dictator's power and multiple lives had to be on.

Then again, at least he'd learned to calm down. That merited some sort of award. She flounced down onto her haunches with the faintest signs of a smug smile tracing across her muzzle. "I'm two moons old." But she was still annoyed. "Does that save your crumbling relationship?" Miss Havisham did things because she wanted to, not because she was told to.

ooc: thanks for the macklemore recap, by the way c:
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Getting her claw stuck in a table and having a plate nearly crush her, having a screaming match with Wolfgate, being born- getting into trouble was starting to become a real trend with the kitten. The party was probably the best things that had happened to her all week, excluding getting to meet new people, as that was always a treat even if it wasn't an extraordinary one. Miss had always though of herself as a sweet persona, someone who was friendly, playful, a real slice to be around, but in only a day, she discovered her aggression towards injustice when she spoke with Wolfgate. The cute little kitten was willing to get nasty if something didn't seem right to her, but what else could you expect from a kid finding her place in the world, seizing as much control over her own life as she can before someone else does? She was testing the boundaries, seeing how far her will could push before something snapped. Her monster was her lack of maturity and control, the self-absorption that she'd adopted along with her consciousness that she had real effects on the world around her, and her burning curiosity that demanded she explore her limits. Sometimes, the calico could be a real best.

However, right now she was on her best behavior, hiding her demons as was the practice she'd observed between her clanmates. You never let someone know how messed up you were on the first date, duh. Although, this technically wasn't a date, more like a time to see how she got along with Translucentmeanings and see if they could hang out together at the party. Phew, the name was a mouthful to say, but a musical one.

Originally, the kitten had planned on making her own mischief, but ultimately she'd decided to see if she could just hang out with company, instead. She got kinda lonely sometimes, especially in large crowds. Miss Havisham scrambled to get her tiny paws up onto a chair. When she eventually hauled her small mass up there, she waited patiently for her match to arrive.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]With what she considered a victory under her paw, against the leader, no less, she certainly would enjoy the rest of her day. Golly, the kitten might stretch out the thrill so she could enjoy the rest of her week. Contorting her facial muzzles, Miss Havisham flashed a dazzling smile in his direction. Using political tactics, are we?Check it out- I can be a phony, too!

"Back at cha, Mr. Minister. I hope it all works out." The stubborn fur-ball admired that he had the decency to try to scrape up the last shreds of his dignity. Looking back on this occasion, she would be disgruntled by her barbaric actions and their result- a lifting sensation of victory, but she'd enjoy it for now. At the moment, she couldn't wait until the next time she'd encounter the tom.

Blinking apologetically towards the kind Skulls that had come to greet her earlier, she mewed lightly. "Sorry you had to see that, ladies and gents. Here's to hoping we meet again under more pleasant circumstances."

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