Posts by ? JINORA

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track!

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Jinora had found a very respectable way of passing time: meditation. She'd found the highest wind-blown hill in WindClan, and seated herself at the very edge of it. The strong breeze drowned out any other noise that might've distracted her. Jinora stayed at the edge of that hill for some two hours, before finally opening her eyes and taking a deep breath.

"That was fun," Jinora purred to nobody in particular, peering down the slope. Nothing but golden, waving grass for as far as she could see.

//rushed bc of storm c:

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thread (:

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jinora? c:

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Books! Jinora loved books. She had a few dozen already, but she'd read them three times over. Bounding upon the scene, the girl would skid to a halt, glancing excitedly at the stack Collidingpaw had. "How many are we, um, allowed to have?" She asked timidly, her tail tip flicking back and forth.

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(not a problem. (: )

Jinora's ebony gaze had moved away from the slope beneath her. It'd moved to the sky above, with those wispy, horse-tail clouds painting the baby blue canvas. Jinora always found the way that nature had colored itself fascinating; why were the trees green in the spring and summer? What if, instead of orange and gold, they turned purple in the fall? Why was water blue? Why was it a different shade of blue than the sky?

These philosophical questions could keep her occupied for hours at a time. Of course, Jinora wouldn't have been so obsessed with the way everything worked if she'd never discovered books. Books were her whole world. In fact, Jinora didn't believe in worldly possessions; but she loved novels and books so much, they were her only true possession. She sounded like a nerd half the time she was talking, spreading random facts about small details on the subject at hand, but she didn't mind. There was always that one oddball in a clan the stood out from all the other oddballs - the geek among the weirdos.

When Blackpaw's dark pelt appeared as a moving shadow in the golden stalks, Jinora immediately noticed out of the corner of her vision. She almost gave herself a severe neck injury from trying to switch her focus one hundred and eighty degrees down. Fascinated, Jinora simply watched Blackpaw make his way up to her spot on that wind-blown hill. The way his black pelt contrasted against the smooth, graceful movements of the grass was an interesting concept to Jinora. Strange, but interesting.

As the older apprentice made his entrance onto the crest of the hill, Jinora blinked. She'd seen him around before - a couple times, actually. But his name...his name was a foreign concept in her mind. She couldn't match a name to his face, which frustrated her greatly. Jinora had a terrific memory.

"Oh, I'm fine up here. It's a great place to come so nobody can bother you but the wind." She replied, letting him step past her to the very edge. The cinnamon calico followed, the breeze pushing her pelt against her features, having it to lose a bit of it's sheik and commit to a more rebellious look. Whatever though, right? Jinora didn't care.

"Why am I up here? Meditating. It's a great way to calm yourself down, and get away from the stress of Clan life." Jinora shrugged. "I also don't feel like a burden out here. I don't exactly agree with the whole capturing contest, or going to war, or having enemies - it's a very unpopular opinion, but mine nonetheless. A lot of people think the peaceful souls are the weak link in a strong chain." She explained, quite unnecessarily.

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Jinora walked over, finding this quite necessary. She hadn't yet met Lilystar face-to-face, no matter how much she saw her around the clan. "Hello; I'm Jinora." The cinnamon calico greeted.

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Swallowing at the pitiful sight of the dead kitten, Jinora made her way up to Polaris. Her optics drifted along the length of the poor thing's body, until the crude message caught her eye. Wincing, Jinora hoped the kitten had been dead before whoever had done that. "Isn't Ichigo the HawkClan leader?" Jinora checked after a moment.

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"It isn't my "getaway." Not at all. This is a piece of free land - I have no power to claim it." She said nonchalantly. She didn't mind sharing. In fact, she'd only just discovered this place.

Jinora didn't respond to his skeptical comment. She knew a lot of people thought meditating was weird, but she didn't care. The fact that she was able to find space between her thoughts - and stay there - was enough to release the tension in her mind for a desired amount of time. If she let her imagination wander, Jinora could even imagine herself becoming part of nature: one with the wind and spirits, and not bound to the earth by any worldly desires. Unfortunately, she was grounded (quite literally) by many desires, though she had yet to discover them.

Watching a Red-Tailed hawk circle the landscape below, Jinora absently listened to Blackpaw's reasoning. "No, I get it. Quite literally, the natural order is disorder. But so much of the conflict in today's society is unnecessary, tedious fighting, it's ridiculous. Like this capture contest - why? I mean, to some, maybe it promotes popularity or social ranking, but I find it dumb. Of course, I'm not doing anything because we aren't torturing them. Not yet, anyway. I don't know what Lilystar's plan is for the captives." She said.

"But would life without grief, strife, pain, and chaos really be so bad?" Jinora wondered aloud. Maybe some people, who were sadistic and just as twisted as the state of the world, wanted disarray. Maybe they liked that. But Jinora sure as hell didn't.

"Jinora. Nice to meet you, Blackpaw."

(whoa my muse just di ed what the heck)

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Jinora wandered over next, vaguely interested with the concept at hand. Other than that, she plopped herself in an untaken seat.

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Jinora almost laughed out loud at the oxymoron presented in that statement: they were invited to a food fight, and expected to be on their best behavior. Yes. That was so going to happen. While the cinnamon calico debated whether she should attend or not, she simply watched, her indecision causing her to absently observe the ongoing conversation.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]So maybe Jinora had snuck out, or whatever. Maybe she had sort of slipped away in the middle of the night, after whispering goodbye to Blackpaw and Lavapaw and a couple others. Jinora had found WindClan too...turbulent, ironically. It was too rigorous and fast-paced, and definitely not her style. The capturing and whatnot? A definite no.

Jinora was of peaceful mind and intentions, because she had brought herself up that way. Her lifestyle was sometimes hard for others to comprehend, but she didn't mind. Being a vegetarian had it's ups and downs, and it was definitely mistaken for too many different things. But Jinora didn't care. She'd always gotten along just fine without what everybody else had, that of which included a family, and a place she truly called home.

It was only when the TidalClan border marker hit her nose did she stop. And quite literally, too. The cinnamon calico was usually very fluid in her movement, but she'd been so lost in thought, she had run right into a low-hanging tree branch. Oops. Shrugging to herself, Jinora touched the red flower crown atop her cranium to make sure it was still there. It was her only possession, and she intended to keep it that way.

[b]"Hello?" Jinora called out, shifting her weight back to sit on her haunches.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#ffcc99; border: 5px solid white; width: 325px; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 20pt; font-family: georgia]JINORA GRACE ![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px; width: 335px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: black; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ #jinorabby[/fancypost]
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Rubbing her nose with an ivory colored paw, the cinnamon calico nodded. "Nice to meet you, Cain. I'm Jinora Grace." Jinora paused after that, content with that fragment of a beginning. Only a few minutes later did she realize he had asked her a question. "Oh! Sorry. I was, um, hoping to join." She added sheepishly.

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whaat
/puts hands on hips
where is Tin? Lily, bae, you role-play with her reincarnation. Tin must be on the first post.
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[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px; width: 335px; height: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=#ffcc99; border: 0px solid black; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; color: white; margin-left: -8px; line-height: 115%; font-size: 8pt]Jinora wandered over, definitely late, as she had only just joined. Hm...an Academy? That sounded like fun, with the exception of - Jinora shuddered - school. Jinora loved learning, of course, but learning with a rigorous schedule soured outdated and tedious. She'd much rather learn on her own time. Picking a seat by herself, the cinnamon calico wondered if Kyoko had anything else to say.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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we should move back to the village <33
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[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px; width: 335px; height: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=#ffcc99; border: 0px solid black; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; color: white; margin-left: -8px; line-height: 115%; font-size: 8pt]dreamíe didn't know why she picked that title - Tinny's reincarnation was back in the Knights of Eden. Oh, well. Some things just seemed right, ya know? It seemed necessary to greet all of TidalClan with a new character and old suspicions.

Jinora had wasted no time in finding the clearest spot possible in the mall, and seated herself to wrap her mind around all of this. After half an hour, the usually patient girl grew increasingly bored. "Meet and greet!" She called out on impulse, hoping someone new would stop by. She already knew Cain and Lady - Jinora wanted to meet someone new.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px; width: 335px; height: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=#ffcc99; border: 0px solid black; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; color: white; margin-left: -8px; line-height: 115%; font-size: 8pt]Wow, they were all so friendly! A pleased smile etched its way onto Jinora's features, and a happy wiggle traveled down her spine as she looked at the enthusiastic Pastelkit. "Hello, Pastel. I'm Jinora Grace. Am I allowed to call you Pastel?" She asked, turning pricked ears upon the little girl, while dreamíe stared at that signature because she swore she made something just like it for Titanium. Oh, well. Coincidence, much?

Flicking a grey brown gaze to Haru, Jinora cocked her head. The child spoke in third person? She wondered if it was a speech habit, or if she was simply born that way. Nevertheless, Jinora would've changed her name after using it so many times. "Hi, Haru. I like your name." She purred, effectively impacted by Haru's adorable-ness.

Turning to Cain, Jinora's smile grew wider. "I'm doing quite well, actually. This place is...more upbeat and cheerful than WindClan." She replied, offering a little shrug. "No, you don't. I'm new here. But it's nice to meet you; I'm Jinora Grace." She added, looking to Kyoko.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#ffcc99; border: 5px solid white; width: 325px; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 20pt; font-family: georgia]JINORA GRACE ![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px; width: 335px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: black; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ #jinorabby[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px; width: 335px; height: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=#ffcc99; border: 0px solid black; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; color: white; margin-left: -8px; line-height: 115%; font-size: 8pt]"I'd give you advice, but I can't fly. Wish I could, though." Jinora said wistfully, picking her way through a daydream as she wandered over. Her daydream was great - it was about a lost civilization that lived on a mountain peak so high, it reached beyond the clouds. The clan lived in a great, massive temple, where spirits floated in and out quite randomly, causing harm to none but entertainment and fascination to all. If only it were real, Jinora thought.[/fancypost][/fancypost]