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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]She was a hopeless little girl, and that was all she would ever be. Of course, Oceanpaw didn't think this. She just thought she was lost— she had no idea that the animal who tried to attack her and her parents had killed them and left her to run for shelter. She was a stupid, hopeless little girl who didn't know better.

The dainty serval's maw opened as she released a sigh. Her father had spoken of the Westeros and their houses once or twice, and how she had a relative here whom she did not remember the name of, but only that she had inherited the name of 'Martell' from his lineage. Oceanpaw guessed that when she joined, this is the house she would be put in. Her father told her stories of the Martell house, but she couldn't quite... see herself as someone like that— stubborn, cunning. She was polite and kind, and not someone that would hurt another if she didn't have to.

Alas, she needed to go somewhere. So when she was forced to escape, Oceanpaw immediately turned to the Westeros in hopes of finding refuge. Maybe her parents would find her there (stupid girl, they would never find her, because they were dead). She stopped on the border and sat down gracefully, blinking her pale grey optics as she patiently waited.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Oh, so many people. The girl felt herself get nervous, and she smiled shakily at the one who introduced herself as Lorina. "M-my name is Oceanpaw Martell! I'm h-here to join!" she responded, stumbling over her words as she spoke. All of these Westerosi just... gathered so quickly in front of her. It intimidated her very much, and she tried to remain calm (in which she was failing to do so) and keep up her friendly demeanor (which isn't that hard, as she was a little girl who didn't know any better). Oceanpaw was the type to apologize to a dead bug that she accidentally squished beneath her paw.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Oceanpaw was oblivious to the fact that they had enemies. The naive girl did not know about the dirty side of the world, and thought that everything would turn out fine. The Martell stood off to the side, her grey oculars flashing with brief confusion at the mention of being captured, the Exiles, and a 'rescue raid'. No, she hadn't been a part of that raid (nor would she have joined in the fight unless it was necessary), and she did not know the one asking for those who had been in the fight. So the girl remained quiet and still, not drawing any closer.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]hey guys!! oceanpaw recently joined and i need to get this precious cinnamon bun some plots!! if you need more information about her, her biography is on her profile (^:

what she is open to:
-close friends
-friends
-enemies (or rather her disliking someone— it's hard to get her to actually hate another person)
-adoptive siblings
-romantic interests (short term)
-mentor/someone to teach her things because she's pretty helpless
-feel free to come up with different plots!

what she is not open to:
-litters
-death (or pretty much anything negative)
-long term love

if some other plot catches your fancy, feel free to suggest it!!<3

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"Welcome!" the petite serval's soft voice sounded as she trotted over. She wore a pleasant smile upon her face. "My name is Oceanpaw," the girl introduced herself. She was so... bubbly, compared to her fellow Westerosi.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]sure! would you like to make it or should i?

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]It seems that her cousin is rather... rambunctious. This should be quite interesting then, right? The spotted fae padded over, standing away from Lorina because frankly she was still intimidated by the squire. "Ah, my name is Oceanpaw— we haven't met," she introduced herself, offering a small smile. The girl found that she was easily learning the ways in Westeros, thankfully.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]okay, thanks!<3

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Flowers! How nice of them to do such a thing— Oceanpaw would definitely make use of some. The serval trotted over with a pretty smile on her lips, grey eyes crinkling as a result of the expression. "They're very beautiful," she complimented. Yet another example of the good in the world. This only reinforced the fact that Oceanpaw did not know of the bad out there quite yet, and she would continue to believe that the world was a beautiful place until otherwise proven to her.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]The little serval brightened. "Of course!" she replied, the soft smile on her lips growing. Oceanpaw really enjoyed helping others, and in her case, that can be both a great strength and a horrible weakness. However, that was to be explained later.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]omg yes oceanpaw needs a protective figure in her life
i plan on her accidentally falling into a bunch of bad situations so catelyn could be like her safety net :0c

would you like to make their thread or should I? n___n

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Her father wasn't here yet. She was beginning to worry that her father forgot about her, or that he ddidn't know to look in the Westeros.

( that's because he's dead, you stupid, naïve girl )

Oceanpaw released a sigh and rolled onto her back. She found that she felt confined within the room that the Martell house offered her. It was nice and all, but she didn't feel right. It didn't feel right without her father, whom was missing from her life. The petite serval stared up at the sky with grey optics filled with wonder. She knew her father would come back one day. He had to, right? She believed in him. Oceanpaw hummed a little tune as a vivid blue flower appeared next to her, and she plucked it from the ground and held it out in front of her. Very pretty. She found herself lying there, admiring the blossom, still oblivious to the dark part of her life. It was like staring at a beautiful rose, but when you go to pick it, you get scratched by the thorns.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]here you go!!<3
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=2069923.new#new

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Oceanpaw jumped as a voice sounded, and she tilted her head so that she could peer at the figure sitting a respectful distance away. She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the Stark approach her. The serval quickly rose to her paws and bowed her head in apology. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't notice you there," she stumbled over her words.

The girl couldn't help but think about how unlike a Martell she was— however, she had been born into the house due to her relation to Oberyn. Her father had been out of Westeros with his wife when she was born, and that was why she joined the organization with the last name already intact to her first. After joining she had thought briefly about leaving the Martell house and joining the Stark house, as they fit her much better, but she couldn't bring herself to do such a thing. Even though she was the exact opposite of a Martell sometimes, she felt that she needed to fill her duty as one. She was born into it, therefore she would stay in it and be grateful to her house.

Realizing that she was drifting off again, she shook her pelt out again and murmured another apology. She should probably answer her question now, and the fact that the woman was speaking so nicely to her made her feel bad for drifting off. "I... I was just thinking," Oceanpaw answered her. "I was restless, so I came out here." She found that being outside and near nature helped her think more clearly— she felt a special connection to the outside world, and much more the ocean.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"Goodness," she breathed, grey eyes flashing with worry for the male. The serval hurried over, making sure to watch where her paws were going. "It's good that you're alright," Oceanpaw said. Even if she hasn't met the guy, he was still a Westerosi and therefore the petite serval would worry about his safety.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]This one seemed... confident, and was also seeking to join house Flameseeker. She would have thought that the guy would be a Targaryen due to his name, but she didn't judge a book by it's cover. The girl padded over, a polite smile on her face. "My name is Oceanpaw Martell! Welcome to Westeros," the serval greeted the new member. She never chose her house herself— she had been born into house Martell, and intended to stay in it even though her personality did not quite fit in with the rest of her house. She was dedicated to them, of course.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Oh boy. Who were these two? The short little serval padded over, her cranium tilted to the side in question. "Ah... names and business?" she asked. Oceanpaw was sure that was what she was supposed to say, right? Right? Hopefully. She'd be awfully embarrassed if she messed it up.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Oceanpaw broke into a shaky, nervous smile. "Oh my," she murmured, a small giggle escaping her lips. It was quite the coincidence that the two shared the same name, and she felt embarrassed for the newcomer.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]They had such wonderful allies! Just the other day the Tribe of Ancient Stones had brought them flowers, and now BloodClan was so gracious that they brought herbs and their aide to help them heal their members. Oceanpaw felt all warm and fuzzy inside. She smiled as she padded over. "How lovely! Thank you!" she said to Tribaldance, her thanks genuine.