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Hope trotted on up beside the calico, and smiled warmly. "Love that mask, by the way!" She whispered, chuckling. The young cat tilted her head. "What...what kind of name is that?"

((OMFG THT NAME THO cx))

Hopey padded towards the group, and plastered a warm smile upon her maw. The Squire flicked her rather bushy tail at Vanilla in greeting.

((OMFG YUSYUSYUSYUS LYDIA!!! <3 Teen Wolf, ye? YEYYDYEXBCMEOZNFJEIAKB)bgbhjn::+=447))))7//h))

"Omigosh, I LOVE the thought of this!" The squire squealed, her british accent standing out. Since she was so happy, as she walked, she didn't noticed that she had created a trail of bright, pretty flowers. She knew that she had this power, but sometimes she couldn't control it well.

Hopepaw smirked, shrugging as she randonly ran out of the thread.

[font=times new roman]She's open for any type of mentor! Female or male, etc.! It doesn't really matter, she just needs a mentor. (From SunClan, that is.)

Although I'm not sure if she, since she wants to be an Impressionist, if she needs to be trained for that, but whatever.
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Hope padded in on the scene, smiling at the little occasion. She bit her lip as she took a seat next to Lydia, flicking an ear at the kitten as a small greeting. Her stunning icy oculars were bright as she scanned the crowd, a petite smile sprawled across her maw.

Hope smiled, biting her lip as she padded over to a box, and blinked. There was all sorts of things, but nothing caught her icy oculars. She began to rumage through the boxes.

((Rushed))

Hope pursed her lips as she rummaged through a box, but , still, nothing really grabbed her attention and she sighed. "Hey, Lydia? I can't really find anything that suits me. Do you think you have anything that would look good on me, love?" She questioned, flicking her tail.

She blinked at Musey, flicking an ear. "Are you new around here?" She questioned, squinting.

Hopey snatched up a black beanie. She placed it on her left ear, so it would kind of droop to the side. The femme bit her lip, glancing around. "Can someone gimme an opinion on this?" She blurted out loudly, hoping she wasn't being a burden.

The squire smiled in satisfaction. "Thanks, love." Her British accent stood out. (I've no idea WTF I mean by 'shone'. cx)

Her attention switched over to a rather good-looking calico tom pad into the large lobby room. He was too old for her though, sadly. Then she noticed his smell. His scent was slightly off, and she took a step forward, tilting her head. Was that a faint smell of RiverClan? Yes. Yes, it was.

Perking her ears, the young she-cat trotted over to him, smiling politely. "Hi. Were you...in a different Clan before this one?" She immediately cut to the chase, biting her lip. See, she was looking for her sister. The pair had been chased by wolves away from the kittypet home when they were only kittens, and she had, sadly, been separated from her sister. After Hopey took shelter from the wolves in a tree, she went looking for the young calico she-cat, but she only found this very decent Clan. I know she has to be in a Clan. It's only possible.

((Soooooo....yeah.))

Track

((Woah. Wretched? I RP Canarypaw, if you remember her. May I ask what happened to Redpelt in RC?))

Hopepaw bit her lip, nodding slowly. "Uhm...do possibly know a young she-cat? She's a fawn calico-and-white cat with these pretty bright blue eyes. Last time I saw her she was a kit, so I'm not entirely sure how old she is now..." The young she paused to think. "...oh! She might be 9 through 10 moons, if I counted correctly."

//track

"Concentrating? I don't have to concentrate with my plants..." She popped up beside Bel, giggling. "And what the hell is up with this 'Flowerbutt' crap?" The young she bounced around, creating random things that she barely thought about. Stopping in her tracks, feeling stuff uncontrollably growing under her paws (which she ignored), Canary grinned as she had created quite a few things; One strawberry bush, a patch of ferns, some roses and tulips here and there, and then a bunch of moss all of the place. "Maybe that was a bit too much, eh?"

//i flowerbutt, u flowerbutt, we all flowerbutt.

Hopey gulped. "W-wha...and your sure she looked like the description I just gave you? Oh, she also loves to sing and her name was Melody."

//Well, what happened?

"Uhm...yay?" She chuckled.

//Is everyone in her room, or...?

//wot m8

Canary nodded, dissapointed.

//NO. MUSE. DON'T *ING LEAVE ME NOW. NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. ;-;

...betchy muse.

//Mkay lel

"So, uhm, bye." Canary muttered as she trotted out of the thread and unsubbed it.

:^D Happy clown IS OUT BETCHEZ!