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  • Helping Out{Open Basic Herb Training}

    [font=georgia]Renee already knew much about herbs and their healing properties, but there was always room to improve and expand. Her mental database was far from being full and any opportunity she had to learn would be greatly appreciated. The tortie and white she-cat simply sat down, waiting for the other to begin.

  • Enjoy life while it LASTS!//OPEN

    [font=georgia]Hearing the commotion, the lithe female entered the space, brief concern in her gaze. But once she understood what was happening, she purred in amusement. "MWAHAHAHA!" she growled, her voice suddenly transforming into something much deeper than her usually light voice. However, it was no comparison to Aristotle, who seemed to be loving the benefits of having shape-shifting. Coming to sit aside the ebony dragon, dwarfed by his massive side, she smiled, glancing up toward him. They had a recent heart-to-heart, which Renee usually didn't fancy, and she found herself comforted by his presence. Glancing toward the others, she smiled politely, dipping her head in greeting.

  • things are in the dark (informal meeting)

    [font=georgia]The tortie and white femme entered the conversation, her ears following each of the suggestions and nodding to each in turn. "Focus internally?" she offered, her light voice reaching Peter's ears. "Event is good," she said, smiling softly toward Eevee. "Clean-up crew first? Eevee and I lead. Get others to help in the process," she offered, trying to be helpful. It would take a lot of labor to get the place ready, but they could have a reception with their allies to re-establish political connections. A flower party was festive, and was a good chance to display their beautiful Chinese village architecture, which did feature floral designs.

  • STOP [Private ; Renee] LOOK LEFT

    [font=georgia]The sounds of crunching bone snapped Renee's attention away from the sadness, a small shiver running down her spine as she turned to look at him. Her eyes widened slightly at his new shape, a domestic cat like herself, an unfathomable expression on her face. At his comment about being small, a small smile crawled onto her maw and she chuckled, following him with her eyes as he came over. "RadicalClan is dying," she said softly, staring down into the water. She turned her face toward him, meeting his blue sapphire stare evenly. "I came back," she said, not sure if he knew of her previous life as the daughter of Auxillia, RadicalClan's former leader. Shaking her head, she looked at her ivory paws, not knowing quite what to say. "Things changed. Now torn apart. Everyone scared," she said, her voice hardly a whisper. Gaud this was awful.


    OOC:
    OH EM GEE, Aristotle is so sweet. :P

  • things are in the dark (informal meeting)

    [font=georgia]Ah, the all important question: changes. Ever since she got here, there had been no set religion or code and the hierarchy was falling apart at the seams. Renee didn't know if it was her's, or even Peter's for that matter, place in RadicalClan to decide what does / does not occur. Offering up suggestions to aid the Clan was one thing - but to instate rules was another. At this point, the tortie and white femme's eyes narrowed the slightest bit, her long pelt bristling as she stepped away from her friend. Something in her mind told her that this wasn't right; who knew, Lacrimosa could be showing up right around the corner.


    The position that Peter had taken on this whole thing was helpful, but it did make the she-cat question his motives. "Changes are good. But wait for Lacrimosa," she said, her gentle voice taking on a crisper tone than before. If there was anything she learned in her past life in RadicalClan as the leader's daughter, it was to respect authority. Ambition was healthy, but to dismiss the permissions given to others who had earned that place was simply wrong.

  • minor dillemas (open)

    [font=georgia]Renee shrugged, sitting down slowly. She really didn't understand why this suddenly concerned the goat; however, she was more than willing to help in whatever way she could. "So, add last name. Can't be too hard," she said, whisking her tail back and forth over the ground.

  • RadicalClan Plotting Thread


    [font=georgia]No problem. I hope things get better. PM me if you come back! <3

  • things are in the dark (informal meeting)

    [font=georgia]OOC:
    I saw it already. Still doesn't change how my character will react. c:


    However good Peter's intentions were, Renee was once the daughter of a leader who had passed on, and in that moment, the memories of new leadership being appointed over her dead body flooded into her mind. "She still may live," she whispered under her breath, shaking her head from side to side. Usually one to keep her emotions under control, the tortie and white she-cat felt herself slightly trembling at the thought of Lacrimosa never returning to RadicalClan. Plus, Peter never struck her as an ambitious sort, and though he was her friend, she logically had to have her reasonable doubts about his capabilities as a leader. Most things her her mind were only numbers and figures, this one being no exception.


    "Congratulations on automatic promotion..." she said, forcing a small smile on her maw. As the other continued their rambling, the slender female slid through the crowd, disappearing from the scene. Renee would continue searching for their lost leader, despite the changes that RadicalClan would face, and even if she was the only one still searching. No one could doubt the loyalty of this she-cat.

  • SWEET PUDDING PIE | open

    [font=georgia]The lithe she-cat made her way over, noticing the young dragon hanging out on the bridge. "Hey there," she purred, going to sit aside his head, peering at his face inquisitively. "What's new?" Renee asked toward the much larger creature. He looked awful bored, similar to the she-cat as well.

  • KISS OR KILL | open

    [font=georgia]Noticing the two young RadicalClanners, the lean she-cat made her way over. As her hazel optics landed upon the herd of deer, she glanced at the dragon. "Are you hunting?" she asked softly, so as not to give up their position. Those creatures were awful big; however, this was coming from the small kittycat. Renee was certain that a dragon of his size would be able to take out one of them.

  • releasing the past [open] is harder than i imagined

    [font=georgia]The tortie and white femme was positioned on one of the bridges, her gaze turned downward in the direction of the fast-flowing stream. Renee had just exited the informal meeting and was still greatly upset by the news that Lacrimosa had disappeared and may never return. The images of Auxillia and Chthonic, her past life's parents, lying dead at her paws continued replaying in her mind in chaotic spirals. That was when everything changed - when Prudentia had left RadicalClan in order to pursue her own spiritual path and be with her true love, Las Vegas. All of the emotions - rage, fear, anguish, guilt - started flowing through her mind and body. Soon enough, the slight feline felt her breathing become more rapid, the panic ensuing every fiber in her being. Oh, please, no...


    Renee was having one of her panic attacks.


    Gripping the wooden plank beneath her lithe form in order to steady herself, she bit down onto her maw to keep from screaming as the continual pictures flashed before her eyes - memories of her own, and Prudentia's, all combined in a sick, twisted slideshow. One of the downfalls of having an eidetic memory was every sensation, every emotion, every conversation was recalled in a rapid instant. Imagine thousands of visual and auditory stimuli simultaneously thrown into your mind and body. It was like someone was repeatedly hitting the individual's head with a hammer. For what seemed like hours, when reality it was only about 10 minutes, the she-cat remained motionless, her eyes and jaw closed, each joint in her body stiffened and locked. At some point during this time, Renee had fallen over to one side, though her joints remained stiff.


    The constant flashing pictures began decreasing in speed and the painful sensations slowly died off, leaving the she-cat laying limp on her side, semi-conscious to the world around her. For now, she couldn't move as her internal processing began to reboot. Renee simply laid there, trying to breathe steadily.

  • stay out of it + open, returner

    [font=georgia]Renee chuckled softly at the little one as he fell down, her hazel optics briefly flashing in concern before he giggled. How adorable. The lithe female slowly walked behind his form and nudged him back onto his paws, craning her neck downward to get a better look at his face. "Where from?" she asked in her chopped form of speaking, wondering just how long this cute little guy had been on his own.

  • when you're all alone - open joining

    [font=georgia]"Who to then?" the questioned sounded sharply as a distinctive tortie and white she-cat slid out from the depths of the shadows, her hazel orbs fixed on the small cat. Renee swished her plush tail from side to side as she ran her sharp gaze over his small form. So many young creatures had been appearing as of late; it was good, but a bit concerning. Wouldn't their parents worry?

  • HAIL TO THE KING ✯ open ; riverclan invite

    [font=georgia]Seeing as no other had stepped forward, the lithe tortie and white she-cat nodded toward the black lab, a polite smile on her ivory maw. "Thank you, Gon Freecss," Renee replied steadily, wondering if they were in any condition to send some of their members over. It would be good to make nicely with the other Clans, seeing as so much had affected RadicalClan as of late.

  • STOP [Private ; Renee] LOOK LEFT

    [font=georgia]The tortie and white femme turned her attention toward his face, studying his expression. It was hard to understand why this was happening to all of RadicalClan - had they really angered the goddesses through abolishing of their radical belief system? Her hazel orbs flickered down toward their paws, which were now touching. A faint smile crossed her maw as she brushed her check along the edge of his broad shoulder, accepting his presence and the comfort he brought. "RadicalClan is family," she whispered in agreement. "Don't abandon family. Especially in need." Recently, the thought of leaving had crossed her mind.


    Renee turned her head back to meet his bright sapphire eyes, letting her gaze linger for a few moments longer than normal. With everything changing, it was good to have stability. Aristotle was that stable, familiar ground. "Thank you," she purred, nudging his shoulder again with her muzzle.