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all this time i was finding myself,
farai patricius tyrells
and i didn't know i was lost.

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The light brown tabby was asleep, twitching slightly now and then and hissing aggressively in her sleep, obviously having some sort of dream where she was upset at someone. Pretty much she was dreaming that she was grown up, protecting her clan and fighting some sort of enemy. Waking up atlas, she yawned. Farai arched her back, the apprentice stretching out her paws and claws flexing out relaxing. Ah, sleepy little girl. Farai was extremely bored, and at the moment would rather be doing something then continue sleeping any longer. The best part was she had only slept for two hours and now felt like she was ready to run a race. Eh. The domestic feline would go exploring in the middle of the night, because that's how she felt. The domestic feline went skipping off, lashing her tail a bit to see what interesting things she might find.

Alrighty. So, same surroundings. A castle round her. Oh, look. There was something shiny! Something new. Skipping over, Farai poked at it and the cold touch made her jump, even though it wasn't that cold. It just was real hot today, hot enough that even a normal temperature was new at this moment. Invisible eyebrow raised as she saw a golden sort of color, she actually thought it was real gold. There also was blue glistening, and instantly she fell in love with the little crown and put the doll crown around her ear, letting it just sort of hang there and walk into the camp.

It didn't look to bad on her, as the blue jewels matched her eyes. Plus it just hung round her ear like a flower sort of. Smiling, Farai was fairly content with her new accessory, long tail with it's end curled as she padded around with little pawsteps like she was miss royalty. Whatever, she wasn't hurting anyone by doing so. Grinning fairly wide, maybe even cheek to cheek, she was examining the castle now even though she could care less.
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all this time i was finding myself,
farai patricius tyrells
and i didn't know i was lost.

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Farai happened to be awake, like always. She hardly ever slept. Three hours of sleep seemed to give her tons of calories to burn off more then sleeping ten. She was practically restless. Ah well. Honestly, Farai had just randomly chosen the Tyrells because uh... Why? She didn't really remember. Well, fuck that then. The female happened to be practicing by herself, seeing nobody had volunteered to mentor her, as she tore into a large stuffed teddy, claws shredding in it's belly and letting fluff fall all over her, as her teeth gritted lips curled out in a snarl like it was a real enemy, making fluff attach to her lip.

However, Farai wasn't stupid and could easily acknowledge that her mother might be nearby as she peeked out of a window to see her. Pushing away her mutilated teddy bear, the light brown tabby walked careful not to let her little crown fall off as she approached Eurydice, smiling at her mother. Farai waved her tail gently, "ello!" She said while doing so, sitting down inspecting her mother. "What're you doing?" Asked Farai curiously, ears tilted backward. For whatever reason she was in this part of the castle, although that may or may not be normal.
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all this time i was finding myself,
farai patricius tyrells
and i didn't know i was lost.

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Farai approached, the brown tabby pinning her ears back in obvious boredom. "Instead of chitchatting, can't we do something like, I dunno. Border patrols, hunting, anything?" Asked she, head tilting slightly making her crown dangle off her ear in obvious confusion as to what was going on. As she sat, restlessly wiggling around like a worm because standing still wasn't much of a hobby for her, the light brown tabby with her blue eyes went back and forth as the adults conversed.

Obviously, they must be talking about the houses. Right? Unsure of what the hell was going on, she just shuffled her paws around in the dirt not knowing what else to do with herself, pretty much moving the whole time as she played tic-tac-toe with herself and drew things that were like circles or shapes with her claws, ears listening to the adults with little interest as they rested limply, not at all perked up or tilted forward in case she missed any little bits. Nah, she wasn't caring at all.
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all this time i was finding myself,
farai patricius tyrells
and i didn't know i was lost.

[color=#3F5050]apprentice -- westeros -- [abbr=domestic feline, seven moons, wears fake gold crown around ear with blue jewels originally for a doll, light brown tabby, no powers, medium]tags[/abbr]

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Farai quickly wiped the fuzz off realizing it was there, sort of hiding it with her paw by putting it down, sitting down adjusting, ears tilting forward. Oh. Well, what could she say for the Tyrells? She really didn't do much but hunt alone, border patrol alone, and practice by herself. She didn't have a mentor. Farai thought for a moment what to say about them, before thinking. Surely her mother would understand Farai didn't exactly like talking with others because they didn't do anything while their at it? Shuffling her paws nervously, her blue eyes darted up to the snow leopards eyes.

"The Tyrells family? Oh well uh, I don't really socialize with any of them much even though some of them try to, but the conversations are always short because I get real shifty." Answered the female, realizing how embarrassing it was that she didn't talk to anyone really because she couldn't ever hold still. Blinking, the domestic feline never really thought about others except her family, and they were pretty much it. Everyone else was like a background picture. Huh.
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all this time i was finding myself,
farai patricius tyrells
and i didn't know i was lost.

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Indeed was Farai extremely restless. She didn't know one clue who that guy was he was thinking of, nor did she know he even thought of her as that person. So, to say the least, Farai Patricius Tyrells silently prayed to... Herself rejoicing that she could break off what seemed to have been getting tense, to her at least. Or maybe she was just excusing that she wasn't that sociable. "Ah-me? Alright, let's do border patrols. We can chat and check the borders at the same time." Suggested the brown tabby.

Eyes examining them, she didn't know what he reminded her of. It was some sort of character from a book she read. Yeah, she read. But not in public. And not often either. Listening to what he was talking about, she would have frowned if she hadn't attempted changing the subject seeing a lion was just stupid. Anyone who knew Farai would know her opinion. A lion isn't nearly as strong and badass as a dragon. Uhhh, anyways. Yeah, she was totally trying to not listen to what their talking about.
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Paleomagnetism quietly crept upon their borders, her small round red eyes blinking simply, as the black serval lashed her short tail to the side, shoulders hunched. She heard Bloodclan was cool, and so she was interested mildly in the clan. She bit her bottom lip letting all other teeth be hidden, eyes searching side to side as she flicked her tail. The possibilities of this clan was endless, and it made her so mildly interested in joining, and so upon that fact she held her stance, eyes perked up in the slightest interest.

The storm upon all clans certainly bothered her, and she'd been outside most of the time which didn't help a bit. The soaked feline pinned her long ears back as she shivered in the storm, wanting to murder someone. It was so god damn cold and she hated it. Paleomagnetism grunted, hoping someone would get here soon as she was poured down upon. Could they be any slower for a young child freezing in the rain? God damn.

"I'm Paleomagnetism, here to join." She replied without much voice detail. No advanced speech. She didn't speak soft or rough, she spoke as herself. Looking up at the larger creature, she had seen many more much bigger creatures and she only seemed like any other one of them, as she tilted her head carefully, flicking an ear as she blinked. Huh. Paleomagnetism didn't smile, but she didn't frown either. She was rather simple honestly.

She didn't know whom this was, but Paleomagnetism hoped she'd meet new friends along the way. Maybe a few enemies just so she had fun traumatizing them, and maybe even a love life. The apprentice however, wasn't all too sure she wanted a lover yet, and so she didn't say anything of the like as she tilted her head slightly, flicking her short tail as the daughter of Wildlife and Meera saw little bits of interest in the Bloodclanner. Hm.

Nodding, she shook her fur a bit, covered head to neck with mud as she shivered a bit, stepping out. The mud was tingled with blood on her shoulder blade where a piece of glass from going through an abandoned mansion cut in her body and the wound deep, Paleomagnetism ignored it hoping nobody would notice. She'd been walking on it for four days traveling, and as held a slight limp when she crossed the borders she dipped her head. "Thank you for the welcome. Hello Fauna, Mouse." Paleomagnetism said stifling back a friendly smile.

The civil femme would then look around for any cobwebs or some sort for a second, before she pushed that thought away and remembered something. "Could you, perhaps if you wouldn't mind, either of you, give me a tour?" She asked seeing no cobwebs hopelessly. Hopefully when they got somewhere dry she could find some, as she had a feeling the others had been destroyed most likely. However, she didn't mention her shoulder in fear that they might find some wild solution like amputating it.

Gifts? Paleomagnetism showed no peek in interest, as she hated drunken men or women, both seemed equally idiotic and stupid, and weapons were well... Everywhere. Humans seemed to forget their weapons when they came by hoping to capture the pesky and pest-like creatures and dropped them, so therefore Paleomagnetism just looked at the gifts without interest. Besides, she liked fighting tooth and nail, as it seemed funner. Not that she ever did fight. And so, her eyes were dim with lack of interest.

Paleomagnetism then looked at her clanmates who seemed much more interested then she was, and so she just watched them dig around through them. She however, licked over her lips as she examined inside, a bit hungry. However, she wasn't interested in the alcohol so she said nothing of it, just waiting for the disaster to end so she could eat food. Real food god damn it.

Paleomagnetism dipped her head to Nosferatu. "Thanks Nosferatu. I'll remember those nicknames." Paleomagnetism said smiling. "Speaking of nicknames, my name might be hard to say so you can call me Pal or Pala." Paleomagnetism said with the cheekiest grin, as she then looked away back to Fauna. "My wound? Uhhh, think nothing of it. I know how to heal, I'll fix it myself later." She smiled, whenever suddenly something kept her a bit warm.

"Thank you for the umbrella." She said, as she watched the rain droplets flick downward, before looking back. This certainly was a friendly bunch, despite their name and how they appeared outwardly to the other clanners. She remembered how much Thunderclan had despised them, but they didn't seem all too bad once you got to know the warm side of the clan. Shrugging that off, she just looked around at their territory. Seemed interesting.

Nodding, Paleomagnetism dipped her head. "Thank you miss." And with that, Paleomagnetism felt fresh and like this was a new start. She still slightly grieved the loss of her father, Wildlife, but however, she wasn't one to tell her sob-stories to utter strangers, or anyone in general, as it was impolite and made her feel bashful as well as angry. She wanted to kill every single human, and she had heard they were human-slayers.

And so, she felt as though she should be off as her head shook a bit, licking over her lips as she lashed her short tail to the side like a horse tail, before she slowly started setting off to go start her new life. Not a new life, but it was different then her old one living with others that gasped at the mere sight of death, and made them all look weak when something that happened all too much appeared like a NPC murder, and spat out 'monster' to everyone. And so, Paleomagnetism was off.

Although Paleomagnetism had already met three Bloodclanners, she wanted to meet all the active members and bond with them. Maybe make a few enemies if she so felt like it if someone pissed her off, hell, she'd get a love-hate romantic interest even. However, that was least on Paleomagnetism's mind, as she was curious as to her now roguemates to see what she thought of them, and what they thought of her, as Paleomagnetism stepped through their territory.

The territory simply was just magnificent and different then anything she'd ever seen. A jungle within a desert, with bones everywhere. Just fascinating! The black serval however, had gotten tired of walking around in circles exploring the vine and plant infested land, as she finally stepped into camp lazily stretching out her paws, as she civilly said looking up at the sky, which looked like it was about to rain again. "Meet and greet!" And so, she waited happily smiling.

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"What herbs, exactly, are we looking for?" She questioned. That was always important to know, as she couldn't dance around looking for the answer. Paleomagnetism offered a tiny smile before letting her face go dim and lifeless again, distracted by a butterfly of monarch, enjoying such interesting colors quite much of the orange and black patterns, before looking back again.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; border: none; width: 470px; height: 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center]template by[color=#6e6e6e] #punki-chan[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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Three rabbits seemed fair to her, however she didn't say her opinions aloud seeing he seemed insecure about saying they were good when he muttered what a 'good catch' it was. It certainly didn't seem like he was satisfied or sure of that statement, and so Paleomagnetism decided not to nag about it as she listened to the two converse, quickly adding. "Oh, and I'm Paleomagnetism, but you can call me Pal or Pala. Haven't seen you before." She introduced.

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Seeing nobody else, Paleomagnetism looked around for a minute, before adding. "By the way, you can just call me Pal or Pala for a nickname." She added smiling. Her name seemed long, but she wondered if anyone else was bothered by the pronunciation as she was. Flexing her shoulders back, the apprentice looked around searching for her father, for some reason thinking the bear might be in her presence. Looking to Ruvik after spacing out, she smiled.

"You might have heard what I said, but in case you didn't I'm Paleomagnetism but you can call me Pala or Pal. Nice to meet you Ruvik." She introduced. Turning to Trippedpaw, she added. "And I'm assuming you heard what I just said. Hello Trippedpaw, and Beyondpaw too." She said dipping her head friendly-like. Hopefully there were more coming, these were all new friends.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; border: none; width: 470px; height: 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center]template by[color=#6e6e6e] #punki-chan[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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The black serval found a mild mix of creatures here. There were friendly ones, deadly ones, welcoming ones, and spicy ones. She personally would rather be friends with the friendly or welcoming, but however, she'd make friends with anyone she saw just because she was still learning how to fight and didn't need a rampage of massive animals racing at her. So, going mute, she just examined the crowd of people everywhere. Hm.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; border: none; width: 470px; height: 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center]template by[color=#6e6e6e] #punki-chan[/fancypost][/fancypost]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 5px solid #151515; width: 470px; min-height: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 20px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 470px; height: 60px; padding: 0px; font-family: baskerville old face; color: #8A0808; font-size: 40px; line-height: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black]paleomagnetism[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 470px; height: 20px; font-size: 20px; line-height: 20px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -8px]mama we all go to hell, i'm sending this letter and wishing you well[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #151515; width: 500px; height: 20px; padding: 0px; background: url(http://oi60.tinypic.com/167wf39.jpg); margin-left: -18px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; border: none; width: 470px; height: 27px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 24px; text-align: center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; min-height: 152px; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #a4a4a4; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]"You too." Paleomagnetism said before pausing, examining all those around her. Dipping her head in a friendly manner to acknowledge Africa, who she had met briefly before, she tilted her head slightly. He seemed to be good at hunting. She didn't compliment as to seem rude, but only because well... She didn't even know. But she just wouldn't.

"So what are you two doing, if you won't mind me asking? I hope I'm not interrupting." Paleomagnetism said smiling. Hopefully she wasn't though, as she tried to be socially mannered although her father died and the last time she remembered being taught manners well... That was three months ago, and she hardly was taught, and she had no clue where her mother was anymore. Sucked for her. Examining them, they seemed to have some sort of connection.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; border: none; width: 470px; height: 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center]template by[color=#6e6e6e] #punki-chan[/fancypost][/fancypost]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 5px solid #151515; width: 470px; min-height: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 20px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 470px; height: 60px; padding: 0px; font-family: baskerville old face; color: #8A0808; font-size: 40px; line-height: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black]paleomagnetism[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 470px; height: 20px; font-size: 20px; line-height: 20px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -8px]mama we all go to hell, i'm sending this letter and wishing you well[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #151515; width: 500px; height: 20px; padding: 0px; background: url(http://oi60.tinypic.com/167wf39.jpg); margin-left: -18px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; border: none; width: 470px; height: 27px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 24px; text-align: center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; min-height: 152px; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #a4a4a4; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Paleomagnetism nodded, smiling. "Mm. I see." Was all the young black serval said, as she lashed her rather short tail to the side, staying out of the conversation for now unless addressed as to be polite, although she wasn't sure whether she had been anyways. Blinking, her red eyes examined them all before she said nothing, specifically. Hm. Newbies, yaaas.

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; border: none; width: 470px; height: 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center]template by[color=#6e6e6e] #punki-chan[/fancypost][/fancypost]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 5px solid #151515; width: 470px; min-height: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 20px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 470px; height: 60px; padding: 0px; font-family: baskerville old face; color: #8A0808; font-size: 40px; line-height: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black]paleomagnetism[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 470px; height: 20px; font-size: 20px; line-height: 20px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -8px]mama we all go to hell, i'm sending this letter and wishing you well[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #151515; width: 500px; height: 20px; padding: 0px; background: url(http://oi60.tinypic.com/167wf39.jpg); margin-left: -18px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; border: none; width: 470px; height: 27px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 24px; text-align: center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; min-height: 152px; padding: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #a4a4a4; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Paleomagnetism smiled. "Will do Afri-ca! Nice to meet you." She said smiling. Turning to Darkpools, she nodded. "Seems fine to me!" She said, examining the small crowd of people. She found Bloodclan warm on the inside and cold on the outside, as she remembered how aggressive they had been about when someone broke a truce with them and Thunderclan, and so it amazed her at how friendly they so suddenly were.

However, she did not say this due to the fact some of them probably wanted to be known cold and tough on both the inside and outside, as she flexed her tall ears dim red eyes examining the pair of four, not exactly knowing what else to say. What could she say? Nothing, that's what. Hopefully none of them got too hostile if she ever accidentally caused trouble in a slightly new life, ears flicked to the side and lopping over her head.

"Will do Trip! Nice to meet all of you." She said, before turning to Calvaro. "And nice to meet you aswell!" She added with a dull expression, not mentioning anything else other then an introduction. "And I'm Paleomagnetism, but you can call me Pala or Pal." She said dipping her head. How many times had she said that? Perhaps she said it too much.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; border: none; width: 470px; height: 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center]template by[color=#6e6e6e] #punki-chan[/fancypost][/fancypost]

def doing it for pal <333