Posts by YARNWALLET

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Perched upon the borderline, she wore a pleasant smile while gently adjusting the pale green, light blue, and fading purple composed flower crown atop her head. Perhaps this new home would suit Yarnpaw more nicely than her current-former loner life had, the tabby moving down to brush a salmon tongue along the soft silver streaks of her back as she waited. Mmh, perhaps she'd make new friends. A lover, children.

Certainly looking forward to it, olive optics offered a gleam of wonder for what was to come.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]The darling moved forward to join the felines greeting the cosseted newcomer, jade oculars glittering with curiosity as she warmly introduced herself. "Hello? I'm Yawnpaw, a new member aswell. It's a pleasure to meet you." Neatly she tipped her banded cranium forth and gave a pearly smile. Because he appeared nice enough, most certainly presentable, she added politely, "Welcome to Solarclan."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]When the portly Peachtea arrived, Yarnpaw's feminine face alighted in a smile, and she gave a soft bob of her head in greeting. Then, a trio of others-- Misaki, Glasseye, and Alluringhope-- appeared on the scene and she did the same to each of the three individuals, afterward budging pale jade oculars back to the attention of the one who'd inquired. "My name is Yarnpaw," She'd introduce presently. "I'd like to join, if possible."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Lovely olive oculars grew wide with shock and her silver face was washed with a flustered vermeil. Picking her way across the terrain, Yarnpaw moved her shocked visage to face the ground, deciding against saying anything but merely giving a soft nod to herself at Technocharge's choosing. It would be best to bury him, surely. A shame she'd never truly had the opportunity to meet the pup.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Moving her gaze down to the one named Atlantickit, she gave a delighted hum, her flower tiara warmly slipping over her eyes at the movement of her head. To which, she gently prodded it back up to it's place, responding as she did so. "It's nice to meet you, Atla! Thank you, aswell," Perhaps Yarn would try to get a chat in somewhere later, as the southern lass seemed quite nice.

Finding a gruff Reindeergames, she found nothing much to say in turn, aside from a brief nod and a sweet, "It's a pleasure to meet you!" Afterward was to which she said whilst guiding her focus toward Misaki. He contrasted nicely, just as Atlantickit did, with Reindeergames due to the accent and more outward friendliness. Well, accent of sorts, anyhow. But most certainly the cheerfulness, which was nice.

Using the post to turn to all of them as a whole, she said warmly, "Anyone can call me Yarn, or whatever nickname may suit! Thank you for the warm welcome."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]It was particularly early in her time in the clan, as she'd joined in the direct hours before sunset and had taken a nap that caused her to roam that night. Yarnpaw had been doing some thinking. After the sun lit up their camp and her pretty silver fur was highlighted nicely by the light of day, she'd come to the decision that there was a name far more suitable for her. While it was still premature in her time here, she could definitely change it without any or many problems occurring along terms of confusion. Better yet, the new name would help with her fresh start! So here went nothing.

Prancing to the center of camp, she called in a sweetly joyous tone, "Everyone! I'll be changing my name to Flowerpaw!" She knew her warrior name, and found it quite pleasant. It would be complimentary to her personality, and she wasn't all that worried about them being supporting or anything. It wasn't a gigantic deal, just a name change.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Flowerpaw was relaxing, drowsed by the intoxicating warmth of the sun on her tummy while feeling the soft yet firm rock against her back. Occasionally, an NPC would pass her a friendly greeting, but she'd return it. Nobody had really sparked up a chat with her yet, but she'd probably eventually find someone who had something interesting to comment on, and that would fall into a conversation of sorts. So far, she bathed comfortably on a rock, wearing a polite smile with her purple, blue, and white flower crown placing next to her delicately-featured head.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Proceeding the thread forward with the accessory of a smile, Flowerpaw gave a giggle when the lively little Septembercub told her name and business, a twinkle in her olive optics as she slipped over and took to a seat. From what the tabby had learned at her own joining, there was an auto acceptance policy, and she didn't hesitate to let a chipper sentence define that. "Well, welcome to the Solarclan, dear Septembercub! I'm Flowerpaw, a new member here aswell. It's a pleasure to meet you." Perhaps they could even become friends sometime after.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Ah, well, this was wonderful! Flowerpaw had certainly joined to make friends, and here was a massive meet and greet behind held before her eyes! With the story of a cheerily sweet smile being told upon her lips, the silver dipped lass strolled forward and let sugary olive optics roam briefly. Placing herself into a seat, she would afterward warmly state-- when silence had managed it's way into the room-- "Hello, everyone! I'm Flowerpaw, another new member." With that, she gently adjusted the fading purple, pale green, and light blue flower crown atop her head.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]In her warm stomach swished the icy water she'd long since refreshed herself with, spending the morning in a lay near the center of camp while swathing her lovely silver fur in a bath. In the process of pondering whatever necessary in her slight boredom and washing her wrist whilst doing so, an idea of a thought had eventually occurred to her. Flowerpaw could certainly be doing something more socially productive, as her time here was early and it would be no use to let it pass in waste that could be spent getting to know her clanmates.

There wasn't much to say about approaching a stranger and trying to embrace them in some random conversation, as she still found it kind of strange -- yet it was so often done. Getting to her paws, she cleared her throat with near silence and fixed her flower crown upon her head. "Would anyone like to chat?" Flowerpaw offered in a call while she did so, finishing quickly and easing to a seat.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Flowerpaw was, at the moment, somewhat occupied with doing something that she'd long ago discovered required quite a bit of focus and precision. Admittedly, not many people would be all that interested in what she was doing, as it seemed so tedious, but she believed the payment was splendid. Now, though, she wasn't concerned about their opinion on the activity, finishing threading the stems through the verdant circular wire and placing it down to admire the new, pearly ivory and deep maroon flower crown she'd created. Now, as she had her own consisting of fading purple, light blue, and pale yellow, what was she to do this one? Perhaps a gift to one of her clanmates!

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]"I wouldn't oppose," She decided with a curious scintilla in her oculars. "Anything that makes you comfortable." Could her name be created into a nickname? Sure, really anything could. If the others were up for nicknames, they didn't have to have one, but she certainly would've mind it. The polite influence offered a nonchalant smile, as she didn't mind and felt like unnecessarily drawing out this post.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Everyone seemed to have their own individual shade of friendliness that showed in a way that could make a thin outline of their personality, and that was an overall nice feature. Nobody in Solarclan had been necessarily rude to her or anything, and she was grateful for that, aswell, watching as the three accepted her offer in their own pleasant ways. "Ah, wonderful! Hello," Flowerpaw began, head tipping forward in a nod of greeting to the trio and the femme giving a smile toward the enthusiastic youth of Septembercub. Yes, she remembered the little one aswell.

Edging her attention towards Vince, she introduced herself as she was, informing, "We haven't, have we? Well, then, I'm Flowerpaw!" Then, though, the thought of names occurred to her and she passed a gaze to Gregory, inquiring, "Nor have we! Who might you be?"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]The debate immediately started on tucking it away and declaring it nothing, as it was an immediate instinct for plenty of them including her. But she took only a second before turning in disclosure of her lovely, freshly crafted garment. "Hello! And, this? A flower crown," She'd say, carefully lifting up the paw-made accessory. It was quite nice, very neat, for she had much experience in the making of the things. After a series of brief moments passed, she wore a smile, offering kindly, "Would you like to try it on, dear?"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Nervousness had already jogged her steps forward, Flowerpaw delicately hurrying to the scene with wide and concern bundled olive optics. Vince and Septembercub, she knew, moving forth to aid them in plowing through the piling snow. She'd heard the calls, muffled by distance but sure. After a minute of digging with frantic and fragile paws, she turned her gaze up to them, inquiring somewhat breathlessly, "What's happening? Is everyone alright?"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]The silver splashed tabby in question let her head tip gently to the side. "Hello!" She greeted softly, taking a seat. "I was just headed out for a meal. Are you alright?" The look in the little one's eye suggested he was lost, and, though she didn't recognize him, she was still concerned. He had the smell of the clan on him, so he was no outsider, but it was strange that someone so small would be out and about. Where was his mother?

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Flowerpaw wasn't one to question names all that much. In her mind, they were just there to know what to call someone-- specifically, anyway. Her slender frame guiding itself over by the scent of a newcomer, feminine features adorned a smile. "Hello! I'm Flowerpaw, a relatively new member here." Was her sweetly toned introduction, shortly after a welcome. "Welcome to Solarclan. It's a pleasure to meet you." The silver banded apprentice gave a dip of her head before she eased into a seat.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]That was incredibly strange. Perhaps just everyone on the border seemed to be joiners? It seemed like a content situation, so Flowerpaw found her way forth and gave a little bow of her head, a flimsy smile slipping across her lips and a glitter in her olive oculars. "A pleasure to meet you! Welcome to Solarclan, Wonderkit. I'm Flowerpaw." The silver lined fem took to a seat.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Flowerpaw had already rushed away to gather a blanket, as it was common sense, and returned after fetching just that. A sable woven blanket hung from her jaws, and she placed it aside, silently returning to delicately tearing into the snow. It was productive, as she worked by moving clumps of the icy layers and barely took a movement to toss them aside before repeating the process, finding the more she dug the heavier the snow felt. Luckily you could see some of little Masqueradecub, though.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]If his thirst was numbed by the blood of prey, then it was something unique and she found herself satisfied with it's existence. Very curious, she was, the decorous lass's head tipped into a slight tilt as she seated her silver frame next to Septembercub. So, a vampire? An interesting detail, all the more to know.