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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Thalia walked up to join the small group, a light greeting faltering in her throat when she saw the scar on Reyna's paw. It didn't look too bad, thankfully. She heard a snatch of their conversation before she joined them, and gathered that Anna had hurt herself too. Great. "Gods, you two are clumsy," she said, rolling her eyes, "Let's get you to the medic." The black she-cat was starting to enjoy living in this clan, where you didn't have to worry about looking after things like this yourself.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]ooc; Back from camp now, sorry about that. Yeah, I love Fall Out Boy so much, I swear I name most threads I make after their songs. C;
ic; "Combat skills," Thalia responded immediately - she knew how to hunt well enough to catch something, and that was all that mattered. Fighting was what she enjoyed, and what she wanted to master to protect herself and her friends. And my new Clan, she reminded herself.
She found herself starting to, not exactly warm up to yet, but respect her new mentor more for giving her a choice.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Oooh Thalia and Frank? C:[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]I can, just give me a minute. ^^[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]It was a beautiful, clear morning in WindClan territory. Thalia yawned and stretched, shaking dust and scraps of moss out her spiky black fur. Then she slipped out of the apprentice cave and sat herself down outside. Looking up the mountains towering above, she shivered, glad that they lived at the base of them - she was terrified of heights. They were lazy days in WindClan - a bit of hunting, a bit of border patrol, but it was so much easier than when she lived on the streets. The she-cat started to ponder out her day - I'd been a while since she'd caught up with any of her adopted family, maybe she could see if she could find any of them.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]"You sleep enough anyway," Thalia snorted, recognizing Frank's voice and padding up to join her friend at the freshkill pile. She flicked her tail in a friendly greeting, letting him know that she was just teasing.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Thalia padded up to join the little group, drawn by the sound of music. Her roleplayer adored The Neighbourhood, and Thalia thought the song was pretty neat. It was a bit too slow and quiet for her liking though. She hung around, hoping they'd play Fall Out Boy or Green Day next.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]"Neat idea!" Thalia told the tiger cub, staring around the cave. It'd sure be nice to have your own den, away from all the noise and clutter of the main sleeping areas. "Hey Frank, what would you think about setting up our own family den, for us Olympians?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Thalia rolled her eyes, "If you don't want people to hear, don't say it out loud, dumbass." Her words were harsh, but she said it kindly - swears were practically terms of affection for her these days. The black she-cat started to fish around in the freshkill pile, looking for breakfast.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Thalia was out hunting when she spotted the little kitten. Gods, her mother must be an idiot, letting her wander around the territory like this! But as she got closer, she realized that the little scrap of fur didn't smell like WindClan at all. Was she a loner, like Thalia had been? "Hey, where are your parents?" the she-cat called.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]As Thalia got closer, she realized that the poor kitten looked terrified. A surge of anger rose up in her. Parents shouldn't abandon their kids. "Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you," she mewed, crouching down (not realizing that Mary was blind) to appear less threatening. Sh*t, she ws bad at this - if only Hazel were here, she was the caring one.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Yess Luke and Frank hey guys! I've already got one with Frank, so Luke and Thalia thread?
I wanna have Thalia accidentally get a bird body because she's terrified of heights it'd be so funny.
but I'm poor so I have to wait
AND ASTER WE NEVER DID THAT THALIA AND LEO THREAD LET'S DO THAT NOW[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]"Okay, um... when did you last see them?" Thalia asked, trying her best at a soothing tone of voice, "What do they look like? Are you from a Clan?"[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]"I'll help too, if you want," Thalia offered - it wasn't like she had anything better to do, "As long as you're not filling it with pink butterflies and barbie dolls."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 156px; overflow: auto; width: 335px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -7px;]Thalia took great pride in her duty of patrolling the border, although she hardly ever found anything except wannabe joiners. She liked to feel like she was helping to protect the Clan, and thank the gods she was here today. She saw the cat collapse in the distance and trotted over to see if she could help. "Are you oka- sh*t, is that you Piper?" She hadn't seen her adopted sister for ages, and she was skinnier and scruffier than Thalia had ever seen her before, but it was unmistakably the same beautiful she-cat.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px]Thalia trotted over to join those who'd already arrived. "You're looking better, Pipes," she commented, then sat down and started idly licking a paw as she waited for the others to show up.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px]Thalia padded over to join the group. When it was her turn, she'd chose dare of course. Hopefully it wouldn't have anything to do with heights - no one knew about that particular fear yet, and she wasn't planning on letting it out.[/fancypost]
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Hey guys, I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to give Thalia up. I'm really busy with school and life so I need to drop some characters, and I just don't have enough muse for her. </3 I won't kill her or anything, so if someone else wants to adopt her they can pick up from where I left off. It's been heaps of fun rping with you guys, I'm gonna miss you all, but hopefully when I get everything sorted out I can maybe come back with a different character. c:
