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~Rowan was stretched across a patch of dead landscape, dozing in the heat of the sun. She breathed deep and even, seemingly asleep, other that her ears' movement, swiveling furiously at every new sound. Every occasional bird call, the scurrying of small desert rats and mice. A sigh filled her lungs and she stretched, eyes scrunching up in the pleasurable protest of her old limbs. Sometimes it was best to slow down and enjoy the small things in life.
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~Rowan's old ears swiveled backwards toward the kit's cries and after dispatching another zombie, she turned and gingerly sauntered over. This creature was particularly hideous. Seeing as its head was already split open, the elderly snow leopard hooked her long claws into the head wound, feeling them sink into soggy, rotten grey matter. With all her energy she flung the dead eyed creature away, wincing as her joints protested. Her expression smoothed and she turned to the small kitten. "Are you alright, darling?" Rowan smiled and winked one of her cloudy gray eyes.
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~Rowan's fuzzy eyebrows knitted together. This kind of seriousness couldn't be lightened with a well-timed remark. "Oh dear... I'm sorry." Having just come into the clan, the old lady didn't know anyone well enough to offer solace or advice. There wasn't really much for her to say, it seemed. Octavia seemed to have a good support group going. "Well... Maybe it's just another chapter, eh? A new adventure. We could make the best of it..." She murmured to no one in particular. The ramblings of an old soul. She had a feeling that her input was not valued here, but oh well. Life was an adventure. The leopard herself had never had children, but she wished she had. Now she was old and infertile; her days of courtship long forgotten.
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~Well? Any takers? I can make the thread if you want me to. I just need her to know everyone and have a bit of character development.
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~Rowan smiled kindly and stood over the kit protectively. "Good. Now, let's just wait until this blows over, shall we?" She offered, her back to the tree, eyes skimming the battlefield. As long as they weren't overrun and cornered by the undead, Rowan could hold her own against one at a time. Enough to keep them both pretty safe. "Well, I'm Rowan. What's you name, love?" It would be good to keep the kit talking for comfort purposes. Plus, Rowan genuinely wanted to get to know her new clanmates.
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~Rowan grinned, revealing her old, yellowed teeth. She could definitely make a few threads. It wouldn't be too hard. "Noted. Congratulations!" The snow leopard called out roughly.
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~Rowan gingerly padded up and crouched down near her clanmate. "Oh dear." She murmured, eyeing his wounded chest. It was almost misshapen, a little distorted around the middle. Broken ribs. Certainly, he had taken a beating. "Hold on, darling." The elderly snow leopard lifted her upper half, shifting into a sitting position. As softly as she could, Rowan smoothed her large pad over the distortion, feeling where the ribs were abnormal. Hopefully it was just a fracture, not a clean break. With the latter, a variety of internal wounds were possible, and she had no abilities to help with that sort of thing. Throughout her life, broken ribs had always healed on their own. There was nothing really to do other than take it easy for a few weeks. Man, there really wasn't much to do with no special abilities. The ability to take others' pain, to manipulate blood and bone material on a molecular level to help with healing...
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~Rowan was laying just outside the entrance to the military camp, soaking in the sun. The elderly snow leopard was just thinking. She had been doing a lot of that lately. About what, you ask? About mortality. She knew very well that her time was limited here, on this earth, and she was okay with that. Her death would be the end of one big adventure, and the beginning of one huge new one. Who knew what laid beyond the void? Was it forever wandering as a ghost of what once was? Or was there just nothingness? Or maybe you ascended to heaven with those preposterous gods still leaning over you like rulers. My, what a pathetic outcome that last one would be. The old lady huffed a sort laugh and closed her grey, clouded eyes. Yes, she was old. Her adventure had almost reached its resolution. Almost, but not quite yet.
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Thread with my little old lady? I can make it you want!
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~ No Worries!
Rowan took another deep breath and inhaled the rich musky rabbit scent. However old and used her eyes and ears were, her nose was still as sharp as her claws. Not her teeth though. They were also dull and yellowed. She opened her eyes and her smile grew from content to pleased. Her grey optics shifted from the bunny to the knight and she slowly started getting up, feeling her joints protest once more. The perpetual pain was easy to forget, laying relaxed in the sun. Oh well. "For me? You shouldn't have." Rowan huffed a laugh, refusing to eat without exchanging pleasantries. "How are you today, Eternal?"
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~Rowan's old clouded eyes scrunched as she nodded in satisfaction. "It's a beautiful place so far, darling. I just wish there was more going on. But I'm old and slow now, and I'm sure my busy RPer appreciates the relaxed pace." She explained, winking. It was true. The old snowy had grown used to constant adventure and her RPer was occupied enough in Bloodclan with her third tier. But that was another story entirely. "So, tell me, have you ever been a part of any other clans?" Rowan was curious as to the knight's sense of adventure and freedom. Then again, some find their home quickly. Others never found their place.
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Thread with my little old lady here? I can make!
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~Rowan smiled gratefully, eager to be of help. Dandelion... Why hadn't she thought of that? The old lady turned to the bag, and dug through it carefully with her big paws, gently fishing out a few dandelion stalks as to not harm any of the other herbs. "There we are." She murmured in satisfaction, lifting the plants patiently.
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~Rowan nodded her approval at Eternal's story and thought back to her own. It had been a big adventure, and it wasn't over yet. "Well, I can say with certainty that I haven't died yet. That'll be one more adventure. Anyway, I was also born in the north, among the snow and pine. I grew up there with that snowy group, but in my adolescence, I guess I wanted more. Sure, the snow is beautiful, but after so long, it's nothing special. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to see the sun set over the sea, the fog rolling over hills. I wanted to feel actual grass underfoot, or maybe desert sand." The old woman dug her claws into the sand. "So I traveled. I became a sort of nomad, always on the run, escaping death and trouble at each turn. I met more than a few companions along the way, and not all of them remained friendly. I've got more stories than I have time left to tell them. Speaking of, I eventually noticed just how long I'd been going." The snow leopard laughed regretfully. "It was so frightening, to finally accept that I wasn't going to live forever. So I decided to find somewhere to die. Somewhere peaceful but still full of adventure. And I think I've found my place." Rowan finished. The thought of her mortality no longer daunted her.
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~Rowan was out for an early morning stroll, her large white paws thudding on the sand. The sky was a surprising shade of pink, sunlight starting to bloom across the land. This sort of beauty she could still appreciate. Time had made her eyes foggy, her ears muffled, and her teeth dull or missing. Cataracts made it difficult or near impossible to observe tiny details like a spider spinning an intricate web or the pattern on a butterfly's wings. She now had trouble hearing whispers or the sounds of nature, not that there was much in Darkclan's barren wasteland. Her teeth were only good for eating, and even that was sometimes difficult with the hard, sharp bones against her unprotected gums. She instead mostly peeled flesh off of bones with her still sharp claws.
Yes, her claws were sharp; as sharp as her wit, she'd say. See, the old lady had come to terms with mortality and the unforgiving inevitability of time. One day she would die. Her time was limited, but she wasn't going to let that lessen her. Rowan would make the most of the end of her adventure, because what was life, or even death, but an adventure? The snow leopard still thudded on, her clouded eyes tilted up to the sky, enjoying the glorious color.
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~Rowan was trying something, despite her better judgement. The old snow leopard had been walking around, warming up her stiff muscles, and was now going to try and hunt. Hunt what? Maybe a juicy antelope or desert bovine of some sort. Instead, the first thing she came across was a mouse. Nothing big, just a little kangaroo rat, hopping along fearlessly. The old lady's cloudy eyes tried to focus on the small mouse, but to no avail. Only movement was tracked. There. It hopped again. Now... That place. Just... The grey leopard lunged, trying to cop her massive paw down on the rat, but nothing was there. Her head swiveled around, zeroing in on the mouse, which was jumping away in a blind panic. She shot after it, but the prey dove into its den.
A sigh escaped her lungs. She had told herself that it wasn't a good idea. Her hunting days were behind her. Oh well. Sometimes you just had to try. Rowan wasn't done with life's adventure yet, but it seemed that her options had decreased considerably. Oh well. What could you do but accept it and move on. She huffed a laugh and brushed of the sand she had kicked up. Her normal pleasant smile lit her features as she started off once more, looking for a creature that wasn't so fast or small.
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