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Hopey was there, grinning like a wild cat. "Oh, I'm so excited at just the thought of a Sun Ball!" The soon-to-be warrior squealed-and she squealed very, very loudly. Her icy eyes wide, she slapped her tail onto her mouth. Jesus, Hope....could you have been any louder?!

Squire to Impressionist, please! ^^
Current Name: Hopepaw
Warrior Name: Hopefrost

Hopepaw sat quietly within the crowd, gulping. She had groomed her own fur due to having no family and she didn't think she had any friends that really, really cared about her. The squire's icy gaze looked dull for a moment, and she winced. No family to comfort her. One day, just one day, she hoped she would find someone that truly cared about her-and someone that she could truly care about too.

Shaking the thoughts away, she forced a small smile across her maw. Be hopeful, Hopepaw. I mean, it IS your name, right? Hope. Feeling more positive, Hope's smile became a bit wider.

Hopepaw, while hunting, suddenly heard barks and roars. Quickly rushing to the scene, she gasped. "Oh my...." The soon-to-be-Impressionist growled. Who-or what-would do this? She gulped, racing to Orpheus' limp body. Relieved that he was still breathing she warily glanced around, shaking his shoulder lightly withh her right paw. "Orpheus? Orpheus, are you alright?!" The tiger obviously wasn't alright, but she didn't really no what the hell to do.

Hopepaw marched into the room, smelling the glorious alcohol. Yes, she'd had it before, moons ago when she had stumbled across some human rubbish. She loved it, but, since then, she hadn't dared to drink even a drop of it.

"Excuuuse me?" She mused at the 'couple'. "You guys seriously need to work this out-and, Orpheus!" She exclaimed, her eyes icy fire, but her gaze had a little tint of amusement in it. "You were drinking without me?"

Hopey rolled her eyes, then flicked an ear. "Well, then we both asked dumb questions-cause he's out cold." She muttered.

//low-ish muse.

Hopey trotted up, a warm smile on her face. A kitten telling stories? Hm, this is gonna be interesting. "Story telling? Ooh, sounds lovely."

Hopepaw sighed, nodding, hurrying off.

//Should I PM him or something?

Hopey pitched in, her expression bright. She was going to be an Impressionist soon, so she would might as well listen to the feline's ideas.

Hopey and her.

Besties.

Nao bae. NAO. ;-;

I think you should, cause I'm super tired and so, once I wake up in the morning/in the afternoon it'll already be there! c:

So, er, yeah. Can you please make the thread, love?

Hopepaw stepped forward, taking a deep breath. She smirked at her new name, puffing her chest out proudly. And then she froze. Impressionist. She had dreamed of becoming an Impressionist for so long, just waiting and waiting and waiting.

Now part of her dreams were successful-but what about the other part, where she wanted-no, wait, needed a family? I mean, at least someone who loved her, or just really cared about her.

Hopefrost quietly let out a sigh, smiling warmly at all of the NPC's shouting her name. "...Hopefrost." The young she-cat whispered her name, stepping back into the crowd, bright and colorful flowers sprouting in her paw prints. Lately her flower-prints had been based widely on her mood.

Hopefrost met Vani's gaze, laughing, rolling her eyes. "What?"

Hopefrost was bit startled at his quick appearance, and sighed in relief. She bit her lip. Okay, Gus was kinda cute. And charming, and...really adorable.

The impressionist cussed under her breath. He was had a thing for Bella...and maybe...maybe Chloe, too? Oh, jeez. She had no chance.

Hopefrost, on a little walk, noticed Anna looking quite lonely. She gulped, biting her lip. The Impressionist had tried making a good friend once, but a moment later, when she was a bit rude just once, her friend had snapped at her and the two hadn't really talked since. Shrugging it off, she trotted off to the white femme sitting alone. "How ya doin, love?" Hopey murmured. Okay, so that was a pretty good 'friend pickup line', right? Yeah.

Right...

Hopefrost ran up, trying to squeeze in between Luke and Ashy. "Oh, c'mon, boys. Let's forget that and...um...be gay!" She gulped. Fuck, wrong thing to say Hope... "I mean, the happy version. Not like I ship you two at all but-I mean, just..." Her voice trailed and she licked her paw. She glanced at the two friggin hot ass mofo's that I imagine will be good in bed together friends warily, clearing her throat.

...

;-;

Hopey gulped, her throat feeling dry. Mkay, so, her RPer had threw all her muse in the garbage.

//...no friggin muse.

Bump? .-.

She nodded, sighing. "Uhm, I just got here, so...what should I do?" She asked Jade, stilling sitting in between Ashton & Luke, twitching her whiskers.