Posts by peachmoon

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon wasn't sure why everyone was being so fussy about eating insects. Wasn't that a normal thing that most of them ate anyway? "Right," she agreed as she padded up to the side of Lupus. The girl peered into one of the bowls and stared at the bugs within them until she realized that a few of them weren't exactly as living as the others. Scooping one of the candy insects out with a dainty paw, she then bit into it. "...Sweet," she commented with a blink of her pale eyes. Peachmoon quite enjoyed sweet foods, despite them not necessarily being very healthy for an animal such as herself.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Her pawsteps hasty, Peachmoon trotted over and seated herself. She stared up at her husband with her wide pale eyes, patiently waiting for the meeting to begin.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Right. Clan relations. Peachmoon had never heard of RiddleClan before, but she decided to note their new alliance in her mind anyhow. SylvanClan, DarkClan...right, right. As she listened, the lithe vixen quietly moved from where she was previously sitting to where she was next to Hope. The girl glanced over at her and noted just how small she was. If Peachmoon were in her domestic feline body, she'd probably be the same size as her. Huh. At least she wasn't the only short one around.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Ah, and everyone seemed to be making quite the fuss. Peachmoon couldn't quite blame them though, after all the bundle of pansies which the WindClanners were rarely ever saw public torture sessions. Honestly, it was as if the only ones who weren't goody-goody proclanners were Jax and herself. Perhaps that was a far-fetched assumption on her part, but after all Peachmoon's world only revolved around a few select people.

Stopping amongst the crowd of gathered WindClanners, the lithe vixen stared at Jax and Justicebreaker (mostly Jax, though) with an absolutely unreadable expression. It seemed to always be difficult to tell what Peachmoon was thinking, but this time she'd made things extraordinarily challenging. Behind her emotionless facade, she was wondering just what Justice had done to deserve this sort of punishment. The possible ideas that came to mind almost excited her in some way, but then it began to puzzle her. Now, Peachmoon didn't know Justicebreaker too well, but she was typically a very loyal member. She didn't exactly seem like a defiant, rebellious girl. But hey, what did she know? Nothing about Justicebreaker, that was for sure. "Do try your hardest not to kill her," the medic murmured, her gaze flickering elsewhere in an almost bored manner. Unless this was a public execution, of course.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon's gaze fell back to Jax as he barked his orders. She rolled her eyes at him (not something that she often did) and turned to face wounded Alaska. A little excitement turned up and someone just had to ruin it for her, didn't they? How dull.

"Come on," the medic urged as she began to slowly pad back to camp. Everyone was so keen on playing the hero in this situation now that someone got hurt. Peachmoon found this all flat-out obnoxious, and her distaste clearly showed. Hell, she'd even showed her dissatisfaction in such an unmannerly way towards Jax.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Tracking.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Funny. While Alaska looking was emotionally dead as she currently was, she strikingly resembled Peachmoon. Peachmoon, however, was practically lifeless through and through. Likely nothing would be able to change that. Perhaps she was in fact dead already. That would explain her immortality.

The pale vixen observed the scene. It seemed that Alaska had drawn in quite the crowd, hadn't she? Hopefully they wouldn't try and hinder her work (which she assumed that they likely would.)

Honestly, they made it seem like she was going to die in a matter of seconds. Exhaling deeply, Peachmoon sat herself down without a word. "It'll hurt, surely," she murmured as she inspected the arrow which pierced the girl's flank. This was the reason why her fun had been soiled. Peachmoon found a great need to eliminate the source of her irritation. Without any forewarning, Peachmoon quickly pulled out the arrow with her delicate paws. Her glass-like gaze then moved upward at Alaska, expecting a reaction out of her.

/sorry i hadn't gotten to this any sooner!

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]"I'm here. Do not fret."

The tiny figure sauntered over, her pale eyes focused on Rainpaw. Ah. Her son. Right...lately, she'd only seen Camerapaw around. Now, just where had Rainpaw been? Not that she intended on scolding him, she was simply just curious. And perhaps a little worried, too.

Staring at her son with her empty, glass-like eyes, she remained silent for a few moments before deciding to ask the boy a question herself. "Are you alright?" Maybe it was odd of her as a mother to not have come bounding over to Rainpaw and tackling him and bombarding him with questions. Peachmoon didn't quite know what was right from wrong when it came to parenting, though. After all, she never knew what it was like to have a mother figure. And her father...well, they'd rarely spoken while he was still alive. So, she treated her children like close friends. It was the best she could do.

Her gaze then focused on Jax, who was being awfully affectionate for someone who preferred to act so aloof in public. Giving in to her thoughts, the girl cracked a small smile. The tiny vixen decided to trot forth and join in with Jax.

/sorry if things sound odd, t'was ninja'd!

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon fluttered her baby blues as Alaska cried out in pain. She'd expected that much. The girl conjured up a poppy seed and rolled it forward. She probably should've given that to her first...but she had been too absorbed in relieving her own anger. Whoops. She then glanced over at Edward, who was making it hard for her not to cringe. Oh, good gods. She raised a metaphorical brow at the advisor before returning to her work.

Sliding the arrow aside, the girl conjured up a thick wad of cobwebs and pressed it against the bleeding area until the blood flow began to slow down some. From there, she'd used a clump of moss (damped with her elemental powers) to clean the surface. Then she applied a horsetail poultice and wrapped the finished product in a thick layer of cobwebs. "I want you to stay in here for a while," the girl spoke as she gazed at Alaska's bandaged wound. "As I'm sure you know you won't be going anywhere anytime soon." Staying in the Medics' den wasn't the most eventful of times, but it ensured her safety.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]ok but imagine this: peachmoon as zacharie and jax as the batter

and *sits on waf bby*

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]peachy? >:0

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]peachyyy

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]OOOH sam and peachmoon should have a thread together :0c

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]sure thing! i'll PM you the link when it's ready!

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]peacHY

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Oh. A deaf girl. Peachmoon couldn't even begin to imagine what it'd be like to have a restraint like that...keeping her from running her mouth all the damn time. That'd really suck. She'd have to detail out all of her whining on the ground...that'd take a lot of work, wouldn't it?

"Hey," the medic casually greeted Morwyn. Her wide, pale visionaries stared down at the child with a slight interest, however her lips remained in a straight line. "I'm Peachmoon, a Medic here. If you're ever injured, feel free to come and see me."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]"Spaaacepaaaw..." Peachmoon drawled out the unfamiliar feline's name within a sleepy yawn. What a nice name. Spacepaw. Peachmoon would've liked to visit space sometime. It seemed like it was probably quiet out there. Quiet and empty, with the exception of the twinkling stars. It was an awfully pleasant thought.

Her gaze flickering back down at Spacepaw, the girl fluttered her eyes. "Where are you from?" she asked.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Ah. First Rainpaw, now Athena. Although Peachmoon likely would've been hesitant to publicly admit it, she was glad to know that her children were safe. She didn't want them to end up like her first litter...dead, buried in the ruins which were once her home.

Shaking off her childhood memories, Peachmoon padded over to her daughters. "Athena," she breathed, "Welcome home." She offered her a petite smile before her gaze then fell down to the assortment of stones. They all seemed to be made of a different mineral. Funny, she wondered where these stones had been. Perhaps once in stream, or in the depths of a volcano. Athena certainly wouldn't have been able to answer that question for her, so she'd decided to keep quiet. But even so, it made her happy to see things which came from so far away. She'd always enjoyed travelling.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon was difficult to get along with. This was likely the reason why she didn't have any friends (which she was quite fine with, mind you). The only people who she would actually give a chance are the people which others would likely try to avoid for their own safety. Peachmoon wanted to hear interesting stories, and as she'd began to grow up she craved for more true stories rather than the fairy tales in her books.

It was no secret that Peachmoon wasn't interested in having a jumble of friends, but did she truly long for one companion? She didn't think so at least. That's what she had Jax for. Jax was her reason to live, her reason to breathe, her reason to not try and destroy this clan she lived in. She didn't need any friends. She'd done quite alright without them. Even as a child younger than she was currently she hadn't any close friends, despite being such a polite and friendly figure back then. She was alone in this world, and that was alright.

Lying in the orchard was the lithe figure which Peachmoon was. In front of her paws was a book, however for once there were no words in it. In fact, none of the pages did. Nor did the cover. The gentle breeze flipped through the empty pages as Peachmoon stared down at the book with an empty gaze.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]It was quite a shame that BloodClan had moved territories again. Peachmoon had quite liked the moonlit forest they'd once resided in. The buttermilk flowers were such a nice touch...she wasn't quite sure if really any particularly attractive flora grew in the sandy desert.

Quietly sighing to herself, Peachmoon trudged along the warm sand. The moon had already risen, and its light made her lithe figure seem to almost glow against the ebony skies. She fluttered her mirror-like, baby blue eyes as she pressed her lips together like she was trying to think. They were neutrals with each other, right? So trespassing wouldn't do too much harm. Probably.