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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]i don't know why but i'm going through a weird phase where i just can't find the muse to write? like, i want to write and i have idea yet once i actually start writing with a character, all of that vanishes. i don't know if it's just the character or something else - i've actually tried many different characters with different personalities but after a day, they just all become boring.
    i took a break from this site for two months or so and it didn't help, so please don't suggest that. i've tried different genres of music, different plots, but for some reason i just can't get enough motivation to post with any type of character, even those that i once loved writing about.
    any tips are appreciated.

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    hey what's up


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]Josten felt his fur prickle with unease as he wove his way around the forest he had walked through for so long, flinching at every crack of lightning that lit up the night sky. Tension hung in the air for a couple of seconds before a deep and intimidating rumble sounded a couple of seconds later. Rain poured so hard that some plants hung down as their leaves grew heavy, mud was beginning to develop, drowning any stray pieces of grass or flowers with it. It was a pitiful sight.


    Someone was mad at him if they were causing quite a storm above his home. Josten actually knew who it was; it didn't take a genius to figure it out. The two of them had been arguing for quite a while now and since one of them had the potential of causing something like this - another pearly flash of lightning interrupted his thoughts and a sickening crack could be heard above him.


    His reaction time was too slow. Before he knew it, he heard a large whoosh of air as -


    Josten's pale green eyes snapped open and he instantly jolted to his paws, letting out a gasp of pain as some of his body parts protested against the action. His breathing was labored, his once white fur was now a dull brown, and his left wing was limp at his side while his right one was folded against his back. Overall, he looked like quite the mess. In fact, he didn't look anything like a feline, let alone an angelic one. His head ached badly and his mouth was dry, as if he didn't drink for days. His vision was a little blurry yet it was thankfully clearing up little by little; eventually, the rest of his senses would follow.


    Once his mind slowly began to register what was going on, Josten was overwhelmed with a sense of panic. Satchel, satchel, where was his satchel? Josten wildly glanced around the unknown area, breathing a small sigh of relief as he spotted his satchel hanging uselessly on a thin branch. It was slightly open, given Josten the notion that some of his herbs and plants might have spilled out, although thankfully he still saw some green sticking out of the opening. Perhaps all wasn't lost. Josten stood up and began to make his way towards his satchel until a certain pain in his wing caused him to halt in his steps and squeak out a pathetic, "Ow!"


    Face burning with embarrassment at his own outburst, Josten craned his neck and attempted to glance at his wing, which was still partially on the ground rather than folded on his back. It looked alright except for the mud on it and perhaps the slight dislocation of...oh, don't tell him that he managed to hurt his wing to the point of dislocation. If that were the case, then Josten wouldn't be able to fly back to his home. Pale green eyes widening in horror, Josten tried his best to get his wing to rise up and fold against his back. Well, it thankfully did rise a couple of inches but the pain it caused him was so bad that it brought tears to his eyes and he was forced to let his wing fall once again. He furiously wiped the tears away with his paws, glancing down at them only to notice that they were stained gold.


    His front paws were apparently quite scratched up considering how much gold stained them, although he didn't remember how. Why was he here? How did he get here? How did his satchel get up there? What was going on? The last thing he remembered was a large storm in the forest he resided in and suddenly, everything was blank. It was almost as if someone decided to turn off his memories and tell him to just, "figure it out". Helpful, wasn't it?


    Trying to hold any stray tears back this time, Josten shrank back, his good wing curling around his body protectively. It was an instinctive habit that only occurred when he was nervous or frightened and in this case, it was an ungodly mixture of both. He didn't like this. He didn't like where he was. Small and fragile patches of lavender slowly rose from his paws, which was yet another nervous habit that he wasn't able to control. "Um...h-hello? Is anyone here? I need some...assistance, please." Josten called to whomever might be around, his voice shaking a little as he strained to keep it steady and audible.


    / josten is kind of a crybaby, just a heads up
    also sorry this joining thread is kind of lame


    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]quick question before i state full interest! do you want it to be a pre-existing character or can she be new? technically i have a character that is pre-existing, just not on this site lmao

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]ya so since josten is new here, i wanna get him around more. that being said, he's open to anything: friendships, rivalries, relationships (although we have to have a plot for this), being your character's guardian angel (there's a long process for this that i'll explain over pm), etc. just ask!!
    he's not open to death, rape, litters, permanent injury, adoptive family, and capture.


    fire away


    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]name: nathaniel tissé
    litter: #2
    gender: male
    appearance: a somewhat tall albino serval with gray flecks around his body. he also has dark brown eyes and ears that are tipped black. his tail-tip is also colored black. he has a natural athletic build yet also has unfortunately poor eyesight (somewhat near-sighted).
    personality traits: dramatic, petty, argumentative, confident, moody, flirtatious, intuitive, hard-working, hard on himself, team player, enjoys rivalries / competition, extreme superiority complex, clingy, whiny
    important facts: n/a


    sorry this sucks, this is extremely rushed

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]sorry dude but can you take nathaniel off? i don't plan on using him since i'm bringing another character of mine to graveclan!
    sorry for the inconvenience!

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 8.7pt; text-align: justify]tracking since i'm bringing this asshole here
    hey what's up!!