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  • OPEN, ANTI-TC CELEBRATORY TORTURE: HE HAD A WHITE FACE, HE HAD BLACK EYES

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Anora fluttered over, landing on a thin branch of a tree and frowning as well as she could with a beak. She didn't much care for torture, it felt horrible and wrong, but if father wanted it to be done, well, it had to be right, didn't it? The barn owl swooped toward the apprentice, landing on the ground beside him. [color=white]"Can we... start? Should I peck his eyes out or something?"     Anora asked Darius uncertainly.

  • ( ONE NIGHT ONLY ; joining, open )

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Anora approached in a flurry of feathers, landing sloppily beside her father. The tiny barn owl cleared her throat and quickly regained her composure. [color=white]"Welcome stranger. My name is Anora!"

  • ANTI-THUNDERCLAN MANDATORY MEETING: a young man and a strange girl

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Anora fluttered over and sat carefully beside her sister, trying to maintain a cheerful look. Torture? Feasting? Anora wasn't so sure about all of this. But dad seemed to think it was the way to go, so she would try, she supposed. Anora nodded slowly in understanding, though fear bubbled up inside her.

  • OPEN, ANTI-TC CELEBRATORY TORTURE: HE HAD A WHITE FACE, HE HAD BLACK EYES

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Figuring she should follow her father's lead, Anora lurched forward and aimed to snap at the captive's eye with her sharp but tiny beak. Maybe she would rip it out? That was good torture, right? Anora only wanted her dad to be proud and think she was a good member of the Clan. She could torture too, even if it didn't feel right, because she was serving the group, not just herself! Yeah! Go selflessness! [color=white][b]"Like this?"

  • ANTI-TC CELEBRATORY FEAST // NO MORE TEARS, NO MORE CRYIN'

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Anora hopped around the table, wondering what she should eat. Everything was dead already, so eating cat or something wasn't weird... right? The owlet was unsure what she wanted to try. It wasn't everyday an owl got to eat things like cats and deer, so it was a difficult decision. [color=white][b]"Wow, it looks good."     the barn owl said softly, admiring the lovely set up.

  • we are fire, you and i — return

    [Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies had been absent from WindClan for some time. The reasoning behind this was that she had left to travel the world, see all it had to offer. But she'd grown homesick and decided after a while she needed to return. And so she did.


    The lithe lilac point touched the ground gently, descending from the evening sky. Her feathery grey wings beat against the grass gently, in one final beat before she was fully touching the earth once again. She was excited to be back. Mostly, she wanted to see her mom and her siblings again.

  • we are fire, you and i — return

    [Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies grinned at her mother, overwhelmed with happiness. "Yes! I'm home to stay." the winged feline promised, folding her wings against her side. At the sight of Lilacpaw, Jasmine tipped her head in wonder. "Hello, Lilacpaw. I'm Jasmineskies, actually! I figured I was old enough for my warrior name, now." Was it wrong to choose your own name? Jasmine hoped not. She lived the name she had chosen, it reminded her of a lovely sunset.

  • she told me don't worry - pumpkin carving!

    [Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies showed up a little late, but still wanted to carve a pumpkin of course. The lilac point selected a very small pumpkin and dug her claws into it, before vigorously flapping her wings and lifting the pumpkin with her into the air and over to a more isolated area away from all the other pumpkins and mess. Landing gently, the femme sat down and wrapped her wispy tail around her paws. Hmm, what to carve... Jasmine dragged claws across the orange thing and doodled two eyes and a spooky looking much with teeth. Satisfied, she began to poke the pieces through, carving out the face. Once she had finished, Jasmineskies stepped back to admire her artwork. Perfect!

  • we are fire, you and i — return

    [Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies squeaked in surprise as she was suddenly tackled by a seemingly random wolf pup, but her terror was short-lived. The pup's scent was very familiar, like her own and Wingspan's as well, so she came to reason it must be her younger sibling. She didn't know all their names, like the bad sister she was, but Jasmine had a feeling she would get to know this kid pretty well soon. Laughing airily, the young warrior looked up at her assailant. [b]"What a warm welcome! Do you greet everyone that way?"

  • SHOPLIFTER YOU'LL NEVER LEARN -- open; new body

    [Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies couldn't shapeshift, not at present at least, so it mystified her. Sure, she had wings and could fly and all that, but that wasn't magical like changing your appearance was. Approaching her brother, the little warrior flicked her tail in a silent hello. "How do you do that, little bro? How do you control it?" Jasmineskies inquired finally, her azure eyes sparkling with curiosity. It was a weird thing to do, no matter how common the power was.

  • carpe diem -- open; meet n' greet

    [Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies stumbled over, half running half flying. Being dumb and clumsy was a hobby of hers, and plus, fly-running was super fun. Also a dramatic intro, Jasmine decided. Halting and sitting down next to her little brother, the lilac point cleared her throat and spoke. "My name is Jasmineskies, and I just recently rejoined WindClan." Jasmine announced proudly.

  • I'LL FETCH YOU ANYTHING YOU'D LIKE {open, joining}

    [Fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Jasmineskies was gliding out over the grass, her grey wings outretched and pushing her swiftly through the air. Flying was so unnatural for a feline, but for her, it came so easily. She'd always had those lovely wings, and get were ever so useful. As she soared, however, she spotted a stranger. Immediately on alert, Jasmine's wings snapped back and she dived toward the ground. Landing poorly and stumbling, the winged feline made a quick recovery, and demanded, [b]"Who are you? Name and business in WindClan."