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    positive traits;; Forgiving, caring, family oriented, social butterfly, outgoing, hard working, adventurous, friendly, creative, petite, and polite.
    negative traits;; Curious, too adventurous, gullible, doesn't like to get dirty, and can be controlling.
    summary;; Déesse doesn't hold a grudge against her mother for what happened to her; all her hatred is put against her father for what he did to her. She's very caring towards her mother, always trying to get her approval or doing kind gestures/actions for her as she has sympathy towards her. Des is very outgoing, trying to make as many friends as possible. She's very adventurous so she might get into trouble every now and then; keep a close eye on her. Des isn't one to stay in the back of the crowd. She'd rather be the leader or take some control and express her ideas. She thinks outside of the box and would openly greet new members. As a rather petite femme, she doesn't like her pelt getting dirty and would clean it whenever she had the chance.




    disorders;; --
    phobias;; --




    strengths;; Exceptional hunter, successful fighter, and a stealthy slinker.
    weaknesses;; Can't swim very well, can't climb at all, not the best at defense, easy to manipulate, and a bit annoying to some.




    likes;; Keeping fur well groomed, hunting mice, being in a crowd, helping others, and springtime.
    dislikes;; Swimming, foul-mouthed felines, r.pists, catnip, getting into trouble, humidity, and Set.







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    favorite color;; Hazel green.
    favorite prey;; Mice.
    least favorite prey;; Frogs.
    favorite activity;; Talking with friends.
    least favorite activity;; Getting dirty.
    favorable weather;; Sunny.
    least favorable weather;; Rainy or snowy.
    favorite season;; Spring.
    least favorite season;; Summer.
    single or forever together;; Forever together.
    darkness or light;; Darkness.
    sunrise or sunset;; Sunset.
    humans;; What's a human?




    stats;;
    fighting- ●●●●●●●●○○
    running- ●●●●●●●○○○
    stamina- ●●●●●●●○○○
    tactics- ●●●○○○○○○○
    stealth- ●●●●●●●●○○
    climbing- ○○○○○○○○○○
    swimming- ●●○○○○○○○○
    fishing- ●●○○○○○○○○
    hunting- ●●●●●●●●●○
    herb usage- ●○○○○○○○○○
    defense- ●●●●●○○○○○




    plot ideas;;
    One: Des is Bi-Sexual and makes a femme friend of any sort of species. The two are close and hide their sexuality from each other until one day one of them confesses their love for the other. Then the two decide to get together and later on in life they both want babies. Since they are both femme, they can't reproduce together, obviously. So to get the family they want, the two of them find a surrogate father and BOOM! They have babies! [don't know if i'll keep]




    Two: As a young kit she goes out to explore without telling her mother or anybody else. She travels to a river, stream, and ends up slipping on the shore as she was too close. As she goes under she goes into a panic attack; thinking she's going to die. Des is saved by someone and time passes. During her late Apprentice-hood, early Warrior-Hood, she develops a disorder called Dissociative Identity Disorder. [probably won't keep this one]




    Three: [romantic plot] De is wandering around in some clan or tribe's territory in the middle of the night and manages to fall into some fast moving body of water [river most probably]. De can not swim at all and nearly drowns that night until a patrol comes by to drag her sorry fur out of the river. The patrol starts with their interrogation and when De finally manages to push down her shock and shame, she looks up at the patrol that saved her. [species does not matter to me but i'm just gonna say cat for the sake of this plot] De notices a cat with stars in their faded pelt [if starclan is their religion-if not it can change obviously]. The patrol fades into the back ground as she focuses on this cat because why isn't anyone else seeing this? Are they too focused on questioning her? Anyways, this cat is a deceased relative of one of the members within the patrol that didn't move on or whatever. De wasn't able to see spirits before but after nearly drowning she is now able to. So, the patrol takes De to their camp to heal her or keep her hostage, etc. She's forced to stay there however long they want her and during that time she meets with the deceased feline within her dreams when he wants to be seen. Same thing happens during the day. [the tom will have the say in when he wants to be seen or not] As moons pass she becomes conflicted because she wants to go back home but she doesn't want to leave because this clan/tribe has grown on her. As well as a certain tom. When the day comes, she pushes her wants to the side and lets her loyalty to Windclan lead her back home. De thought she would be happy to be back home but she can't help but notice how different things are now that she's back. Some time passes, be it a few days or more, and the tom appears before her. In conclusion, the two fall in love. [maybe have kits?] [love this plot honestly but changes could be made to it or other parties can be involved-just pm me ideas]




    [If you would like to plot with De, don't be afraid to shoot me a pm. ^^]




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    MARIPOSA'S RELATIONS:


    SET'S RELATIONS:

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


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    Her little round cranium turned to her left to see the peak of a mountain through the trees. She knew she must be at the base of the mountain, but would she dare climb it? No. It was just too much for her little body. Her best option was to rest up and then move onward as carefully as she could. Catching small prey like lizards, frogs, and the occasional grasshopper was easy for her, but avoiding predators was the real challenge. She had no ability with climbing. Running was out of the option with her little wobbly legs. All she did was slowly and quietly move along the brush until she found real protection.


    Still feeling rather worn out, De remained sitting, but to pass time she began to lick a lifted paw. She despised getting dirty, and well, her pelt was filthy. She never really had enough time to sit down and clean it since she's been busy hunting, wandering, and hiding.


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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


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    With a rush of fear running up her spine, the serval kit stood up half-leggedly and quickly trotted towards a nearby bush. Would she make it in time to hide from the predator or was she too late to react? De's still baby blue eyes widened with fear and her heart raced. In the back of her mind she shouted, "Mari, save me!" [/fancypost]

    [sup][font=georgia][color=black]Hi everybody. ^^
    I'm Déesse Divinus, but to keep it simple, call me De. :P
    My current characters for windclan are Déesse, and she's my very first one here. :]
    I'm not too creative with plots, so nothing has really been decided for her. :/

    [align=center][font=georgia][color=black]I recently joined Windclan with my little serval kitteh, Déesse Divinus or De for short, and I'm in the mood for plots and extra stuff. To be honest, I'm not a very creative person; and I like realistic things, but I'm willing to do just about anything with De since she's my first Main Clan character ever. ^^ And she's currently my muse bby. <3


    [General Information]
    Serval kit
    Femme
    Bisexual
    Very adventurous
    Rather gullible
    Petite
    Social butterfly
    Hard working


    [See bio for more info]


    Open to;
    ● Friends
    ● Enemies
    ● Short term crushes [can be one sided on either end][can be male or female]
    ● Future mentor will be needed [she's only 4 moons right now]



    Closed to;
    ● Mate
    ● Long term relationships
    ● R.pe
    ● Litters
    ● Major injuries
    ● Kill
    ● Capture


    Note: All Closed to options may open up in the future if I feel like it, so don't be afraid to look back here later to see. ^^

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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#333333; width: 350px; height: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px solid #292929; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 275px; color: #4C4C4C; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify;]The little serval kit stopped in her tracks and hunched down, making her look smaller than what she really was. As De turned her head towards the side of the bush, she made out a familiar figure. Another serval! She wasn't alone! But then her baby blue eyes slowly looked up, coming to a rest on a scar on the serval's eye. De was a little freaked out, thinking that she had just encountered what was called a "group of rogues". Her mother, Mariposa, had told her that she should be wary of them fore they would kill without reason, and sometimes kidnap kits to raise them as a new group member.


    Her short legs began to move backwards, away from the one-eyed serval. But her eyes remained fixated on the scar. How could she see with one eye? Is she part of a rogue group or maybe a loner? Will I get taken to the rogue group and be raised as one, like mom said? With too many thoughts rushing through her head she stumbled and fell. Then in an instant, a breeze rushed over her and she looked up to see a larger white cub. De had never seen such an animal before. And a rather pretty animal at that. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest, but she began to realize something. They sounded pretty friendly.


    Mustering up as much courage as she could find in her little soul, she sat upright and looked at the two standing in front of her. "I'm Déesse, she quietly mewed. She wanted to add in, "And I'm lost", but she didn't want to admit that. As soon as she finished, she heard more pawsteps approaching. She whirled around, only to see two felines. When she heard the dark furred tom speak, she felt relieved. He sounded friendly too. Her heart began to calm and she realized that maybe these felines could help her out.


    "Y-yeah." De finally admitted, but only to the she-cat that had a commanding-like voice. In De's eyes, she appeared to be of higher importance in the small group. Perhaps she was their leader or held a position higher then they.




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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#333333; width: 350px; height: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px solid #292929; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 275px; color: #4C4C4C; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify;]De's little head turned back to the larger serval as she spoke. It was rather surprising to see a tough looking serval speak with a soft voice. How was that even possible? Did De think of the serval wrongly? Was she really a nice feline and not some rogue? With a still worried expression on her face she replied, "Momma said that we are part of a big family called The Elite." Her soft eyes then adverted down towards the ground in front of her little black paws and silently muttered, "but I've never seen anyone from The Elite but momma."



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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#333333; width: 350px; height: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px solid #292929; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 275px; color: #4C4C4C; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify;]Her eyes lit up with happiness at the offer the serval had spoken of, but inside she was still rather cautious. She didn't know these felines and whether they were putting on an act of friendliness to get her to join their little rogue band. However, with a rumble in her stomach and an invitation from another serval, she quickly dismissed the questions she had and finally a smile began to form. "I sure am," she meowed, only to remember something. The word Windclan, had brought up some more questions that rushed through her head like rapids. "Wait, what's a Windclan?"



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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#333333; width: 350px; height: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px solid #292929; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 275px; color: #4C4C4C; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify;]"Solem? A polar bear?" De tilted her little head to the side and thought for a moment, only to shake her head. "I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever met someone named Solem. And I don't know what a polar bear is." She looked down at her paws and shuffled them, feeling bad that she should have known someone from The Elite. Then her heart pounded as she realized that a former member of The Elite was in this group, and it must've meant that these felines were actually nice.


    Little De didn't know much about the Elite, after all she was only there for two moons, and she saw this as an opportunity to get to know more about them and possibly join back up with them. Little did she know that the Elite was now gone. "He's from the Elite?!" She meowed happily. "Oh! I want to meet him!" Happiness was the only thing fluttering within her now; thoughts of rogues and dangers were now out of the question. "Can he tell me about the Elite? Like where they are, and how to get back to them, and what they were like? And oh! Did he know my momma?!" The little black serval couldn't contain herself any longer and jumped around in a tight circle. The possibilities seemed endless to her.


    Once she tired she stopped and took in a deep breath before looking up at the she-cat that padded closer. She didn't know what to make of this feline just yet, but she was willing to give them all a try after seeing how friendly they were to her. She was just a little kit, and if they really meant harm, she would've easily been disposed of the moment she first heard the pawsteps. "Hi! I'm Déesse, but momma calls me De for short. And I was lost but know I'm rescued!"
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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


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    Little solid black serval kit wandered out of the nursery and away from the watchful eyes of her adoptive mother, Mockingpaw. She recently joined Windclan, and she hoped to get back to her home and real mother as soon as possible, but things didn't look to bright. De had heard rumors that The Elite had fallen and those who left joined other groups. Solem, a polar bear from the Elite had joined Windclan like her. She was glad that she wasn't the only former Elite member here, but having heard the news devastated her. Her mother and three siblings had been in Elite territory while she had wandered off. What happened to them? Did mother ever come back? Should I have stayed with them and suffer the same fate? De stopped just outside of the nursery entrance and sat down, with her head bowed and thoughts clouded. She wasn't usually like this; she was outgoing and bubbly, always ready to begin each day with bursting energy.


    As she sat there, she wondered why she even stayed in Windclan. There wasn't anything here for her, other than Mockingpaw and protection. As well as the fact that her home was no more. There was nowhere else for her to go, but she could always go to her father's clan. If she knew where that was. With a heavy sigh, De laid down, her head rested on her little paws and her now yellow-green eyes focused on a small line of ants that went around her paw, heading back to their home.




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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


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    De's gaze shifted from the feline who had just padded up to them to the larger serval next to her. She looked intimidating, yet her presence was soothing. Could it be the fact that she was a serval De could connect to? Or was it the fact that she yearned for someone to fill her mother's paws? Whatever the reason was, De went along with her invitation. With a smile, De nodded to the feline. She quickly padded up to the feline's flank and lightly laid her short tail along the female's flank, growing oblivious yet not unconscious to those still around them.


    Out of curiosity, the little black serval kit looked up at the one-eyed serval. "Mockingpaw?" she meowed with worry and curiosity. "What's this Windclan like? And will they be okay with me staying?" She really wanted to ask things like, "They won't hurt me right?" and "I'll find my mother again, won't I?", but she knew now was not the right time for them. And she already half-heartidly knew the answer to one of them.



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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


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    With her mind wrapped in a hurricane of thoughts, she hadn't heard the fawn tom padding around until he nearly ran into her. She had seen the tom around but never approached him. To her, he looked like a hopeless kit who would just bring her down further into the pit she dug herself in. [Harsh much De?! >.<] She never thought of him ever being a friend, let alone an acquaintance. But for some odd reason, she was happy to interact with someone other than her new mother, despite how this conversation started.


    De looked up at the fawn tom, with the ants out of her view and her thoughts turning to the calm after a storm. She was rather upset that he nearly ran into her. Couldn't he have seen her or at least look where he padded? But she also felt upset at herself for thinking and feeling this way. "Oh, no! It's okay. It's my fault. I should've known better then to sit in front of the entrance. This is a heavily padded area." She forced a slight smile along her face, but her expression quickly transformed into wonder. Why doesn't he look me in the eyes? It's part of showing respect, isn't it? "Are you okay," she asked, wondering if something was wrong.



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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#333333; width: 350px; height: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px solid #292929; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 275px; color: #4C4C4C; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify;]De couldn't help but slightly blush with embarrassment. How did she ever think Mockingpaw was scary?! Sure the scar was a surprise since she never saw one before, and it gives off the feeling that the scarred animal is dangerous and fearsome. But, she was different. She was kind and the words that came out of her jaws were heartfelt and warm. Now De really felt terrible about her reaction to the serval. Was there a way for her to apologize or perhaps make it up to her?


    "Prey? Family? Go through me?" These three phrases stuck out the most when the serval answered her. It sounded like any other home, only something stuck out about the way Mockingpaw said it. Could it have been her tone? Her choice of words? Or was it just because that's what De wanted to hear all along. De's baby blue eyes averted towards the ground as she tried to hide the tears of happiness that began to well up. She hadn't cried for a moon or so, having bottled up her emotions and deciding to somewhat mature. But now, it was too much to hold back. De didn't dare make a sound; she just let the drips hit the ground in front of her as she followed the serval. This was what she desired most: a family. Though she'd prefer her biological family, Windclan sounded good enough to her.



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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    De turned her head away from the serval for a moment to think but shook her head. "Oh, no. I'm just..." The black serval kit held her breath for a few heartbeats before she couldn't contain herself any longer. "I'm just so happy. I've been all alone for so long and now I can call this Windclan, family." With a smile across her face, she looked over at Mockingpaw, the tears coming to a stop. I want to find momma, but should I put them through the trouble of looking for someone I can't even find? Is it even worth searching for her? The Elite, our home, is gone. Members must've moved on to another place to live. So, how would we even know where mother went. A sudden burst of sorrow washed over her and she looked down at the ground in front of her paws. Why does it matter anyways... She left before the Elite even fell apart. And she left me and my brothers all alone... She never even wanted us....


    The serval kit shook away the thoughts for another time. It was appropriate to be thinking about it at this moment. Her baby-blue eyes turned towards Mockingpaw once more, and she spoke with a wavering voice. "Y-You don't have to look for her..." These words that spilled out of her mouth weren't what she really wanted to say. She really did want to do everything she could to find her, but it didn't look like there would ever be a happy reunion.


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    De tilted her head slightly and raised a brow. This tom was taking the blame. He was apologizing when De knew she should be the one. "Oh, well, don't worry about it. It's nothing to fret over." Her eyes ran all along the fawn tom-kit, studying him and trying to get a read on him. She only judged him from afar, but now that they were face to face, she decided to take advantage of that and really get to know him. After all, she didn't really have many friends just yet. Sure Mockingpaw was like a friend, but she was really her new mother. So, she assumed she didn't count. But the main reason she didn't just brush him off rudely was because she saw a helpless looking kit like herself. Only a few days ago she was in his position; of course she drastically changed, but he must have been like that since birth. "Yeah. I understand you." she meowed with a smile. "I like the air, it's always there for you, no matter what. It never goes away or leaves you." De swiftly shut her mouth, thinking she sounded like a total nut-job. But she couldn't help let out a small giggle at herself.


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