Posts by ~Rowan~

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  • You ask if I'm serious (Private) Why am I acting so gleeful

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    ~Rowan's head snapped towards the noise and her grin widened. "I hadn't expected anyone to be out here!" The old lady chimed. The forest was a while way from camp, and it wasn't often to see clanmates walking alone. Then again, that was exactly what she'd been doing. "What were you up to, if I may ask?" The snow leopard padded forward and sat, looking the tom over. She didn't even know his name yet. Oh well. Any friendly clanmate was a friend of hers.


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  • One things for sure (Private) If I were you I never would have let it stop me

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    ~Rowan smiled as whiskers danced against her shoulder. She looked down at the fellow snow leopard and her grin faltered. A blindfold (?) over her eyes? There could only be one explanation. Oh. Poor dear. "That it is. Sometimes I wish I could still see it well." The old lady huffed a laugh, changing her mindset. She'd met many disabled creatures along her adventure, and not one had asked for pity, asked for help. It wasn't a disability. It was a challenge. Hardships were always going to happen, wanted or not, but it was a decision whether to be lessened by them or not. "I'm Rowan. What's your name, darling?" There wasn't much reason to dwell on her blindness unless the offer arose.


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  • One things for sure (Private) If I were you I never would have let it stop me

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    ~Rowan remained silent for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "I'm just fine. I'm enjoying the end of my journey. This is a very nice place to... Be." She decided not to say 'Die'. The old snow leopard had joined Darkclan just a week ago or less, and already she was loving it. It really was a good place to end her adventure. "How about you, dear? How are you?"


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  • As I enter the shadows. (Open, Meet and Greet)

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    ~Rowan padded over, curious. Her curiosity soon turned into concern at the sight of the Fireferra. He was wound tighter than a wire. The elderly healer sat and introduced herself as well. "I'm Rowan, it's a pleasure to meet you. Do you happen to have a name, darling?" The elderly snow leopard spoke gently, as to not overwhelm Fiendfire.


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  • OH A | open - joining

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    ~ Rowan padded up to the border, feeling a little more spry than normal. The elderly snow leopard smiled and gestured over the border. "Well come on then, darling. I'm sure you'll love it here!" The old lady chuckled and surveyed the feline. "I'm Rowan. It's a pleasure to meet you."


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  • Open Up Your Lovin' Arms[Visitor]

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    ~Rowan was put for a nice stroll, stretching her old muscles when she caught a blurry sight of the visitor. The old lady sauntered closer and smiled with a chuckle. "Name and business, if you please." Her voice was rough with age, but her light grey eyes gleamed with a wit as sharp as her claws. The snow leopard could smell the enemy's odor, but hey, if he came in peace, she was in no rush to start a conflict.


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  • One things for sure (Private) If I were you I never would have let it stop me

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    ~The old lady was lucky in that aspect. She hadn't experienced the move. There was no feeling of mystery to the bunker anymore. Then again, of course it would feel even bigger to the blind... They didn't have landmarks. Even with her cataracts and foggy eyes, Rowan could still see relative shapes and colors. What to ask next? There was really nothing to say, so the elderly snow leopard turned her face skyward again. "I can't help but ask about your blindfold darling." Her voice was apologetic and curious. Rather than where she got it, Rowan was more concerned about how Jamie felt about it herself.


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  • One things for sure (Private) If I were you I never would have let it stop me

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    ~"I'd tell you I'm sorry, but you really don't need my sympathies, do you dear?" Rowan chuckled regretfully. "I'm sure it was one heck of a transition, but hey, you're getting there, and you aren't giving up, so that's something to be proud of." The old lady looked back up at the sky and sighed heavily. Where would she be if she couldn't see? Well, she probably wouldn't know; she'd be blind.


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