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  • We didn't want to be this way. (Open, ThunderClanners at Border)

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]When Snowbreeze squeezed between Fernleaf and Smokestorm, the russet female felt her hackles bristle in annoyance. She shot a mild glare for half a second, before resigning to moving little over a meter away. She continued to watch the ThunderClanners arrive, their numbers reach three at the moment. She quirked a nonexistent brow upon intitial observances and introductions. They were all apprentices. She could feel the unease radiating from Snowbreeze, and stifled rolling her eyes. Really?

  • windclan shipping thread

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]nO LEAFLEAF
    GODDAMMIT SHE'S TOO OLDDDD
    she's three months from her third birthday come on guys

  • deep breaths. (OPEN, UNOFFICIAL MEETING/DISCUSSION)

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]"I don't know about leader for me.. I'm more deputy-like, heh. And I do enjoy organizing patrols, too. I mean, earlier I did, and I did point out..all the stuff if people were willing to listen. And thank you, Stonesun, for believing that I have the potential to be leader, if only temporary," she said kindly as she arrived. She did sort of like the idea of being deputy, mainly because she got to organize patrols. For her, it was a fairly enjoyable task to participate in.

  • mindful (private)

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]"There's always something worth fearing. I could fear how easily you could kill me right now. I could fear that with the next rainstorm, I'll drown and wash away, leaving you all to think I had left you in the treacherous night. I could fear that the next time I eat a piece of prey, I could choke. But.. I don't fear those, or many others. It's not worth being paranoid over," she said softly, green gaze trained ahead. It seemed distant, reflecting the sky near perfectly, devoid of emotion in the moment as she stared. Only a moment later, she snapped herself from it, before smiling at him.


    "That'd be nice. Get to know each other further than simply knowing each other's ranks and such," she spoke, turning to look in his direction with smiling eyes. "Can't be so glum. Like I said, negative feelings and small hopes will get us nowhere. You're a WindClan warrior, Smokestorm! We're the fastest of the clans! You have so much to be happy about. Happy that you're still alive. Happy that you're not all alone. Happy that you still have your friends. Happy you still have something. Why dwell on the negative things? There are people that have it worse, but they've learned not to dwell. It gets people nowhere." And, then, oddly enough, she didn't smile.

  • it's raining, somewhere / patrol thread

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]It was Fernleaf who led the day's hunting patrol, red fur stark against the rolling green. If only it were fall, or she would blend in quite perfectly with the changing grasses and fallen leaves, carpeting the moors in which she had lived and grown in. She paused, scenting the air momentary for nearby prey. There were plenty trails of fresh scents, so she turned to her patrol following close behind. She spoke in a low voice, audible just enough for the others to hear, "Let's split up, yeah? Groups of two. One to chase, one to cut off. Anybody wanna come with me?"

  • quiet water / patrols, open

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]"Perhaps we could do a mass apprentice training? Y'know, have spars for the more experienced and well-taught apprentices so that their new mentors can evaluate them. Could any of those volunteers hold it?" Fernleaf suggested with a pleasant smile. She gave a sheepish shrug to Snowbreeze. "I just.. Enjoy organizing patrols. It's nice to know I'm doing something useful." Then she turned to those who announced they would be accompanying herself on the hunting patrol. "Alright! That patrol thread can be found [b]here[/b]. Now all that's left is the border patrol and night guards for tonight. Dusk patrol and other such patrols will be discussed after sun-high,"[/b] the female said confidently, remaining there to further organize patrols before continuing out with her own.

  • windclan shipping thread

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]i mean
    fern is undefined
    and may end up with otterbrook?? idk but so far they're cute together and i like it, lmao

  • quiet water / patrols, open

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]"Thank you, Hail-storm. Its greatly appreciated," the female said with a bright smile towards the other she-cat, green eyes bright with gratitude. She then turned to Littlewind and the others, pausing. With all of them roaming the hills together, prey was sure to flee. She narrowed her eyes in thought for a moment, before an idea bloomed to life in the midst of her chaotic mind's many thoughts.


    "How about two patrols, since I think all of us together might scare off the prey. I can lead my patrol toward the RiverClan border. Perhaps lead your's the opposite way? If you're up to it, checking the borders, too? It would knock out several tasks easily," the ginger she-cat suggested in a polite and slightly encouraging tone.

  • windclan shipping thread

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]oMG GUYS
    IDEK IF FERNS GAY
    SHE MAY BE
    SHE MIGHT NOT BE
    I HAVENT DECIDED AND PERHAPS IT WILL NEVER BE KNOWN

  • I'LL STILL FOLLOW YOU HOME [★] open, intro.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]"Nice catch," the female complimented, padding over. The second eldest in the currently small group took a familiar place to Otterbrook's left, curiosity common in her bright green eyes set against ginger fur. "I don't believe we've familiarized each other yet, I'm Fernleaf." When Honeypaw mentioned dropping off food to the elders, Fern smiled at the young apprentice. "Thank you, Honeypaw."

  • dye / private ( otterbrook )

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]"It's fine, I'm half RiverClan. Doesn't bother me too much," she said with a lighthearted shrug of her soaked shoulders. She wouldn't add that the water was actually a relief to the hot and unforgiving humid weather, and with little shade in the wide open moors, it was horrible.

  • WindClan Chat/Plot

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]sorry for yesterday's inactivity, my internet was a bitch -.-

  • splintered / joining (sort of?), open

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; color: #E9EFC3;]( the first three paragraphs will make no fucking sense. don't worry if you don't get it. no one but mei and i will bc i explained it to them in skype, lmao )


    ❀[sub]First there was darkness. Pure darkness, not a light in sight. And then pain. Excruciating, horrible, unbearable pain. The pain of feeling like they were splitting apart, breaking and shattering. Three pieces survived, two more full than the third, but for a thin little sliver that was them. Their pain lasted long, long enough for the largest pieces to dissapear without ever knowing of the sliver, before falling to an ache. But it was not a dull ache. It was a sharp ache that made them restless, an ache they did not like. They sought out comfort from the darkness, and soon their answer was gifted upon them with a gentle butterfly kiss. Sleep. Dormancy.


    So that was what they did, they slipped into a dormant state. They did not have to worry for food or drink, their incompleteness leaving them without the need for such sustenance for long periods of time. For now they needed to rest, recover from the torment they just endured. They let themself further develop in the darkness of rest, allowing their physical form to develop as far as the sliver could allow. there were things the sliver could not manage, but they were unnecessary so it left them be. Some things were indeed necessary, but they didn't have the capacity. So they improvised with the gifts of their queen, of the original. But these gifts, unebeknownst to the sliver for now and for much longer, had consequences.


    They were dormant for many long cycles of the moon. The sliver didn't know how many, nor did it care. It just wanted to stay alive and manage, and indeed it did. It needed to finish its physical form, so every moment, every minute, every hour, every day, it worked patiently to achieve its goal. And then one day it did, with all its scratched out tasks and improvised completions, it achieved the goal it had maintained at the front of it all for so long. After so long, it could break from it's dormancy and see the world beyond primal knowledge from the original.


    So that's what it did, hence causing themself to suddenly awaken. They forgot all of the dormancy, only knowing their name. Their name. They knew their name. It was.. Mm. Something of significance to the original, relating to them in important ways that the awakened sliver had forgotten. They only remembered certain things the sliver had managed to save before awakening, but that was so, so little. However, they remembered their name. It was Fleur-De-Lys. Albeit, they had an odd preference to just "Fleur."


    They also found the pronouns they were using for themself..odd. Not in a way that they disliked them or disregarded them, but in a way that just felt wrong. They found those pronouns - how they knew they were pronouns, they did not know - unfitting for them. In a way that knew there were pronouns more fit for them, so instead they decided to scroll what knowledge they had. How they gained such knowledge, they didn't know, nor did they care.


    To solve the conundrum they currently found themself in, they opened the eyes they had kept shut for so long. Bright white light filled their gaze, making them yelp and romp for a few moments. When their violet-blue eyes adjusted at last to the sunlight that had fueled them for so long, they stared in wonder at the world around them. So familiar, yet so new at the same time. But for now, they had to decide who they wanted to be, how they wanted to be addressed. So, the small physical form of the sliver followed the sound of water, coming to a stream of water that brightly reflected the sun. They tipped their head to look at their reflection, finding grime and earth covering their snow white fur, with odd eyes staring back at their own. Unsurprisingly considering the original, they found themself to be feminine. So they took on the pronouns of she, and her.


    That problem solved, she decided she had to clean herself of the grime and dirt. It was highly uncomfortable despite the familiar sense she got from it. So she jumped into the stream, cleaning her nearly blindingly white fur and investigating herself further than initial inspection. Her biggest discovery was that she had wings. Oddly enough though, she was barely suprised. In fact, she simple shrugged her delicate shoulders. They didn't color her awe-filled, or anything else. They felt normal, she was used to them already in her few minutes of wake.


    Clean, she knew she had to find somewhere to stay. She was small, young, frail, weak. For now. However, in this period of time, those adjectives applied to her in a serious way. And she knew that if she did not have someone around willing to protect her from dangers, she would die within a night, more than likely not even from someone else of mal intentions. Using what knowledge she had been gifted upon wake, she learned she had to find a clan. So she put her nose to good use, raising it into the air. Moisture still clung to her drying fur, despite her having gotten out of the stream minutes before and there was a breeze carrying through the area she was in.


    On the air, she could smell salt. Seawater. And a different scent. A clan. It was incredibly strong, the aroma flooding her senses once she decided to fully pay attention to it. From what she gathered, she was on an island. An island that belonged to a clan, or group, or whatever. People that would question why she was there, who she was. However, she was not frightened. The situation was oddly familiar, but she shook off the feeling. Albeit, despite her patient nature, she found herself stumbling through unfamiliar landscape, seeking out someone. For no fucking reason but to essentially bother them.


    ( and im done. hello sunclan for those who remember me from way back when (; if ur very old, u'll know i'm a horrible person huehue )

  • SUNCLAN CHATTING THREAD V.5!

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; color: #E9EFC3;]❀ [sub]sup guys
    its que
    here to break everyone's hearts with this lovely little bean
    just like fawn if you remember her (;
    bUT HEY YEA ITS QUE IM HERE
    HELLO
    I BROUGHT FLEUR
    WHO LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE TO ANYONE BUT MEI AND I BC PLOTS