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Sighing, Avarice sat on the window sill in her bedroom, which overlooked the forest. Recently, she realized all her mischief and seemingly harmless tricks only led to one thing; trouble. The worst bit was the scolding. Although she'd put on an apologetic smile and dip her head whenever she was called out on her actions, inside, her stomach would twist into knots and a feeling would burn in her chest. Perhaps it was sadness? Or regret, even? Nonetheless, she kept it all hidden behind her Cheshire grin and twinkling orbs.
But now, felt she needed something new to feed her avaricious nature; friends. Since she'd arrived at the Clan, her attempts to form friendships seemed to be going... okay.. I guess. Usually, she'd go on a small adventure with a new Clanmate, but that was all it was. Just a short game, or conversation, then one of them would have to leave, and that would be it.
Whispering with an ambivalent smile, she curled her tail around her paws, feeling a sudden drop in temperature, "Silly Avarice.. Tricks and games won't get you anywhere.."
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"Well Kurloz," She said, dipping her head in an overdramatic bow, "It is a pleasure to meet you, my name's Avarice. I too joined not so long ago. So how're you finding it in the Clan?"
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"Oh. S'up!" She said with a mischievous grin, sweeping low in a bow, "Nice to meet you Spec, I'm Avarice! No second name, none of that "Avvie" stuff, just Avarice!"
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Seeing three other individuals, her eyes widened ever so slightly, the fur on the back of her neck standing on end though it fell flat in a matter of seconds, "Ehehehe.." She laughed quietly with an embarrassed smile, but soon enough, her shoulders slumped and her ears flattened, "Well.. you see.. I-I don't know... I guess I'm a little lonely.." Murmured the femme, looking down at her paws with a soft smile. Although she felt the need to cry, she couldn't bring herself to do so, instead just breathing a deep sigh. Perhaps she really was lonely. And maybe even jealous too. Everyone here had friends. Everywhere she'd look, around every corner, there'd be cats and other animals painting, playing tag, swimming. Sure, Avarice made a few "friends" herself, but to her they were merely acquaintances, just someone she'd smile and greet in the hallway, before swiftly moving on, "Sorry."
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She giggled quietly to herself, hetrochromic orbs quickly sweeping up and down him to evaluate whether he was friendly or not, but so far so good. "So Spec, where you headed?" She asked, "I mean, you were obviously in a hurry to go somewhere, otherwise, you would'be not bumped into me!" Honestly, sometimes she was just too nosy for her own good.
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"Just outside for a walk, care to join me?" She asked with a warm, yet impish smile.
//same
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Avarice bounded over towards the group, hetrochromic eyes shining with energy, "Is it too late to join?" She asked, an open-mouthed smile blossoming across her lips.
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Just as he was about to pounce, Avarice leaped from a nearby tree, snatching it in a heartbeat, "Too slow!" She teased with a giggle, the squirrel falling limp shortly after she snapped it's neck with a thorn-like claw, "Anyways, name and business please!" The tortie-and-white femme managed to mumble through a mouthful of fur as she picked up her new catch between her jaws.
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Trotting up to the group, she was just about to call a cheery greeting when she noticed the sickly she-cat in the midst of them. Oh sh*t. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all. "U-Uh..." She murmured, eyes wide, "Will I fetch the physician?" Her tone was low, as not to frighten the strange individual.
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Avarice frowned ever so slightly, fictional brows furrowing together as she padded up to the small gathering, "Uuhh... You guys? Now, I ain't a physician or anything, buuuuut I think she's overheating." She commented just loud enough so she could be heard, "I don't know what all the rules are yet, but surely it says something about helping a cat that's not from our Clan, right?"
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Eyes closed and dreaming, Avarice subconsciously brushed away a tiny, baby spider that had hung down from the branch above her on a silvery thread, tickling her nose. Only, as she moved her paw to try and get rid of it, this caused the whole branch she was resting on to shift, almost tipping her over. Her hetrochromic orbs flew wide open, thorn-sharp claws digging into the tree bark as her two back legs dangled off the edge, frantically scrabbling for a pawhold in the trunk of the tree. After about a minute trying to haul herself up, she finally succeeded but began to cough, realizing that in the midst of the commotion she gasped sharply which in turn caused her to breath in the aforementioned arachnid, "Eeeeww.." She murmured after sneezing it out, suppressing a shudder, "Wait... Where am I.... Who am I?" There was a pounding in her head that could only be described as a swarm of tap-shoed leprechauns riverdancing on her brain. The last thing she could remember was.. Well.. There was no last thing to remember, "Ugghh..."
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Her impish grin soon reduced to a frown, fictional eyebrows furrowing together, "You.... died?" She echoed, unable to make sense of it all. If he died then.. how was he standing in front of her? But she didn't dare ask such a personal question, instead flattening her ears and offering him a look of sympathy, "I.. I'm so sorry to hear that.."
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Hearing those words, and seeing those individuals.. It all just made her feel warm and mushy in her chest, a feeling unknown to her. But she couldn't let them know that. After all, she had a reputation to keep, even if it was a small one. So, putting on her bravest smile, she perked her ears and rolled back her shoulders, "Thanks guys.." She murmured in embarrassment, "That..uh... That means a lot to me n' stuff.." Although her words didn't sound that appreciative, inside, she truly was thankful.
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Avarice padded out from the shade where she'd be taken a nap to avoid the summer heat. Before she allowed herself to speak, she bowed backwards in a stretch and gaped open her maw in a tremendous yawn, before finishing with a few blinks of her oddly colored orbs, "You wouldn't if I tag along, would you?" She inquired with her trademark Cheshire grin, slightly tilting her head to the side.
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Avarice, although not known not exactly known for her femininity, pondered the question for a moment before an impish grin blossomed upon her maw, "Sure, why the heck not." She called back to the cat she had yet to know, before adding in a quick introduction, "By the way, the name's Avarice."
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((Following the memory loss plot, Avarice experiences a temporary personality change!((Though I'm thinking of keeping her new personality if it goes well.)) That means say goodbye to mischievous, cheeky Avarice, and say hello to the new, awkward, shy Avvie! c: for now))
Wandering through through the seemingly empty halls of the mansion, Avarice blinked her odd-colored orbs, her body shivering slightly at the cold temperature, although outside the sun was beating down harshly, "H-Hello?" She murmured shyly, her voice gentle and soft.
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Avarice jumped back into the air in fright upon seeing the other's, "O-Oh goodness!" She exclaimed, eyes wide, though she calmed down in a matter of seconds, "Sorry.. you scared me... Oh, my name? Uh.. I'm.." What was her name? Avril? Alice? Avarice? Avarice! But Avarice seemed too... bleh. "Avvie. Y-You can call me Avvie." She mewed, mustering up an embarrassed smile, "Nice to meet you, Vanilla and Daft.. Could either of you be so kind as to tell me where I am? I am afraid I have no recollection of.. well.. anything really.." Said the calico-and-white femme, before hastily adding in, "B-But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to! It's completely up to you!"
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Before Avarice could even move a pawstep, the physician was already on the scene. Oh well, at least it saved precious time, right? The she-cat then began to look onwards at the group that had huddled around the unconscious rogue, thinking it best if she not interfere but still gazing intently with concerned, yet curious eyes.
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"Nope! You can choose!" She said simply, with a grin.
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