Posts by ? WISTERIA V.W.

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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]-Drops Wisteria into the mix too <3-[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]Wisteria herself had no such need for too many materialistic things, rather content with the pale lavender scarf she wore around her neck instead. If it had been anything else, she loved flowers, and a thought had occurred to her to cultivate them her own a few times before, but she never had. Nonetheless, she approached, knowing it was still a kind gesture of another Clan to come out and bring them gifts. It was a concept she didn't fully grasp, but the kitten knew that when gifts were brought that they generally made somebody rather happy. Perhaps, later, she would work on getting some gifts for her family as well. Was that something they'd be able to appreciate?

Cautiously, yet interested, the young tortie approached and came to stand on her mothers good side, wary as to touch any of the bandaged burns. She wanted to make sure her mother was comfortable as it were, and gently pressing herself against Summerconstellations side, she glanced up at the member who had came from a place called the 'Church of Imperium'. It sounded cool, that much Wisteria was able to garner. Silently she nodded her head, blinking her eyes once before continuing her stare, inquisitive as to what was in the basket, and also what it must have been like at the other animals home. Was it like theirs, she wondered? Or something completely different? Maybe if they ever returned the favour she'd be able to go and see for herself.[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]Wisteria was the next to approach with her wide, lamp like eyes and inquisitive stare. She was not a member of power able to deny, or accept such a request, but in the kittens mind he seemed harmless enough as she came to stand next to Heph. Simply curious as to what he was taking refuge from regardless, the kitten decided to ask.

"Refuge from what?" she asked out in her quiet voice, head tilted to the side as she sat herself down, tail wrapping around her paws as she blinked her bright, big, round eyes. Perhaps he was taking refuge from an enemy? Or even a friend? Was it possible to take refuge from someone you were friends with, Wisteria thought, perhaps so if said friend was being overbearing. Yet she did not know, and her question remained in the air. [/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]Wisteria herself was very confused, not at all familiar with the terms of having your parents not around. Summerconstellations and Icarus were around plenty for her- and even then she isolated herself at times. She simply couldn't imagine what it must have been like growing up without one or the other, or even both. Was that was Fadingdaylight had gone through? She frowned, not liking to think about that as she approached and scooted next to her mother on the other side. She felt no qualms with being present for whatever was about to go down in front of them, as she didn't recognize if it was something she was supposed to be present for or not- nonetheless she knew well enough to stay off to the side and simply watch. A little curious, yes, but she was still smart enough to know when some boundaries were present.[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]"Gretel."

It was a name that Wisteria was unfamiliar with, and yet, as the young child of Summerconstellations approached she saw the very essence of familiarity play out before her. It was the way that her mother seemed so excited, and so much younger despite the battle scars she wore upon her pelt. It was the way that she laughed, and it definitely was in the way that she was hugging the creature at the border despite the severe wounds she had lacing one side of her body. So how was it that a name she had never heard was something that brought back familiarity for someone else? She didn't quite know, but the more the young tortie thought about it, the more her pale golden eyes widened as she realized that yes- maybe she had heard the name before. But only around camp, only glimpses of stories she would never really know. Only one conclusion could really be made as it clicked in the young femme's head- that this was someone from the past, most likely.

Curiosity more piqued now, the young girl walked forward, stopping just a little ways behind her mother as she looked up with large eyes, unsure of who this was still, even though the name was ringing in her ears. "Hello," she said softly, unsure if she'd even be heard in the reunion before her as she sat back on her haunches, not minding the wait as her mother and whoever else this was were to get caught up. Really, it was enough just seeing how the two interacted, and it brought a small smile to the young girls face.[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]She'd really only had heard about the fire, knowing that was how her mother had gotten hurt and that somebody had even died in it. A part of her felt sorrow for not having witnessed such a gruesome turn of events, but the other part of her still yearned to know what it must have looked like, let alone smelled like. The scent of burning flesh, of smoldering fur, the sounds of screams- it was all so dark, yet something she wanted to at least know the sound of it not the visual. It made her feel sick, but curious, and no one really ever told her anything.

So, Wisteria simply assumed it must have been bad.

Wandering around camp a massive bird flew down from the sky, she looked up, interested to see just how fire like it itself was in appearance, and briefly the young girl thought, maybe it was capable of telling her about the fire. "Magictrick?" she echoed, blinking her large round eyes before realizing that yes, that was the name that had been murmured with sorrow- of the feline who had passed away. But how? How was he back and... as a bird, nonetheless. "I heard you had died?" she asked, not to be rude, but simply because she didn't understand as she approached the larger bird, raising a paw and gently touching the feathers of his wings. He certainly felt real and alive, so it had to be him, right?[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]The Exiles? Weren't they enemies with the Exiles? She was intrigued now, and briefly wondering what the bounty was ( despite the fact that Wisteria knew she'd never turn the poor soul in, had no need nor desire too ) and was then put to wonder, just what had he done? She didn't understand social things when it came to what was asking too much or not, but hey, he was the one who had showed up on the border- any questions she asked could potentially convince someone else to let him stay the night, right?

"What did you do?" she asked next, frowning, brows furrowing together. Hm, he didn't seem like a threat- had he maybe stolen something? Or told a secret? Maybe the one seeking refuge had instead done something totally different and totally improbable- like set something on fire. That seemed about right. But you don't look like a pyromaniac, she thought to herself.[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]The sky seemed different today.

It was around midday, Wisteria had pin pointed by the location of the sun, and yet the sky seemed a slightly different shade of blue to the young girl, and not a cloud appeared to be present in the sky. It was upsetting really- she liked the look of clouds, they brought her great peace and it was something she enjoyed to gaze at, but now there was the mystery of the colour. Had it always been that shade? She would ponder, laying on her back intensely staring at the bright blue above her, only blinking when her large eyes started to sting or water from her intense glare to the world above.

Or maybe it changes sometimes, and you've never noticed before, she thought next, thinking that perhaps that was probable. Nonetheless her stomach growled, and frowning since this meant leaving her inquisitive thoughts, the girl rolled over onto her stomach with a small pout. She didn't even know what she wanted to eat! This was absolutely terrible. [/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify] Trickster sure! Do you want me to make? c:

@KIMBERLY here you are! http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2171001.new#new[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]Could you please make? C:[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]She looked up when she heard approaching footsteps, blinking her wide eyes as she saw the other female approach. She mentioned cloudgazing, despite the fact that there were none in the sky, and Wisteria rolled back onto her back to look up at the endless sea of blue to confirm this fact again as well. She didn't know why someone else would want to come and cloudgaze with her when there weren't any clouds, but she was't about to turn away company, either.

"If you'd like too," she offered back, looking up and tilting her head back to look at Cloudnine, who was now upside down from Wisteria's position. "Do you like clouds?" she asked after another moment, briefly wondering what it was that had attracted Cloudnine over here in the first place.[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]Flashie was correct in one regards, and that was the fact that Wisteria wouldn't have understood a vague answer and most likely would have pressed on. The girl didn't know all too much about keeping things a secret, let alone personal space even, but as Flashie began to ramble about what was going on in her life the girl kept her eyes only locked on the sky and the moon that was slowly drifting down. It sounded like she had a lot on her plate, and Wisteria frowned somewhat when her auntie finished. She didn't understand what she meant by 'drinking' and how it wasn't the answer ( didn't everyone need water to live? She thought so, but even then that wasn't really an answer, only a necessity ) but Wisteria did know enough that the person next to her was stressed out beyond belief.

Maybe the sunrise would cheer her up too, Wisteria thought, and briefly she frowned wishing she had powers to make the moon go by quicker, so that the early light of dawn could start peaking up. True, the sky was starting to lighten, but what she was waiting for wouldn't come any time soon. Looking over to Flashie, Wisteria gently scooted over and butted her head against her aunts leg before looking up at her with her wide, round eyes. "I'm sorry for your loss," she whispered, not knowing what it would be like to lose two people in such a close interval. Hell, she didn't know what it felt like to lose anyone, period.

"Would you like to wait for what I'm waiting for with me?" she offered, thinking that that was perhaps the best comfort she could offer, and that maybe just talking would help Fashie feel better, too. It seemed that that would be so, if she just maintained a conversation. "Because stressed out or not... I still think you're able to get through this," for of course she thought so- Wisteria was a kitten still, and had strong hopes and beliefs for those she knew. She didn't really think of doubt, or of sadness, or of being uncomfortable even, since she had yet to really experience those emotions. So she spoke to Flashie her true and honest opinion on the matter, still wanting to be near her aunt and wait for the sunrise together.[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]Wisteria was perched atop of a boulder, her large, wide gaze pinpointed on the sky above as she watched birds flutter around, loose leaves twirl around the sky and as butterflies danced among the wind. She sat as such, neck craned back and sitting as still as she potentially could, to watch what others had which she herself did not. That thing in question being wings- and despite the fact that her shoulders were oddly bony, she had no such things of her own. It was upsetting, as her mother and her father- they had wings, and even one of her siblings had inherited the precious white things.

So Wisteria wondered what it must have been like to have them, to be able to fly and feel wind underneath feathers. She didn't really know anyone to ask- other than the aforementioned three, but they always seemed so busy and Wisteria didn't want to bother them with such questions. As such she sat, and wondered, closing her eyes and thinking that she had wings of her own, too.[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify] Trickster here you are! <3 http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2171503.new#new[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]When she scented something she had never really known before- no, that was false, she had scented it once before and it had come from her when she nearly drowned in the river. It was the same smell as the blood that had dripped from her skin from her multiple small scratches, so when Wisteria smelled it again, needless to say her curiosity had been piqued. Her long, slender legs took her to where a small crowd was gathering and her eyes befell on the carcass of the deer. Pale golden luminaries widening, she approached, not minding the cold feeling of blood on her paws as she moved through the puddles of crimson liquid, stopping only when she was inches away from the dead thing herself.

She looked oddly interested in the thing, looking over the dead animal with fascination in her eyes, and her brows furrowed together with a small sort of smile that was hardly visible on her lips. Yeah, OK, the thing looked pretty mangled, and it disturbed Wisteria- but at the same time when she moved up to its face it looked caught in a moment of mortification. As if death itself had snapped a picture, and the animal was frozen in time, forever caught in its last moments. Were all dead things like this? There was the prey that Skyclanners had eaten, but she never really thought about an actual dead thing like this before. Behind her, Drugstorepaw was shouting some things she didn't really understand, and everyone else seemed sort of uneasy, but she felt at ease as she gently placed a paw on the dead animals shoulder, noticing just how cold it was.

"What does the note say?" she asked absentmindedly, still looking at the dead deer. The note seemed to be what everyone was fussing over anyways, but she couldn't read, not yet at least. Removing her paw from the carcass, she noticed how it smelled oddly sweet, or tangy, in comparison to the smell of blood and death, but thought nothing of it as she looked at her paw which was now covered in blood- no doubt from her accidentally resting it over the wound on the shoulder. [/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]Wisteria of course, was the next to arrive. The quiet, odd, and whimsical kitten who didn't know much about the rules of socialization, but was keen on just being herself regardless. Coming up to the group, she halted near the side, noticing the other girl and how afraid she appeared. But her eyes were also such an interesting colour, and that caught Wisteria's attention no doubt. Ignoring the others, the quiet, odd girl approached and leaned up to look into Littleflare's eyes for a moment, not minding how close she was ( for she simply wasn't aware, or didn't care for personal space ) before curtly nodding, leaning back down and offering the unfamiliar femme a smile.

"You have nice eyes," the kitten chimed, smiling and laughing somewhat in her quiet tone of voice before she retreated back to go and sit next to Drugstorepaw, otherwise remaining silent now as she waited for the rest of the usual exchange to happen that came after 'name and business'.[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]It looked like Wisteria was the first too arrive, and as she looked up at her aunt / cousin, she felt a massive smile break upon her maw. She didn't understand the importance of a name change- her name had no suffix after all, so as she aged her name would simply stay the same -but this was something she realized was important for Flashie... so it must have been something, right? Am I missing out on something? she briefly wondered, before shaking the thought out of her head.

"Flashlight!" she echoed, voice quiet and cold but still excitable nonetheless. "I like it!" she chimed afterwards, smiling up at her aunt and blinking her wide, pale golden eyes.[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]Wisteria was on one of her usual solo walks around the territory- there wasn't much else for her to do after all, everyone was usually so busy. Yet as she walked out of camp and into the territory, she found herself at ease. There wasn't much to go about, anyways, and if she encountered Marcus, the infamous owl thing of Skyclan, well, she'd just continue on with her life anyways. Sure he was annoying, but Wist didn't quite get what was so bad about him, as she had yet to really interact with him regardless. Thinking about this as she walked, she hardly noticed the upcoming brambly bush in the distance, and when she did it was far too late.

Stepping on a thorn the kitten let out a surprised little yowl, before looking down at her paw and noticing the very minuscule trickle of blood from the small wound. Frowning, she grasped it between her teeth and pulled it out, not minding how sore her paws were now and briefly thinking to herself to get it checked later. Until she looked up and noticed the berry bush, something she hadn't seen before around, and it had the same odd smell that had been on the deer carcass. Brows furrowed, the kitten reached forward, smart enough to not eat them, but curious enough she at least wanted to get closer. Unbeknownst to Wisteria, she had come across a bush filled with Yew berries- something that would probably have to be eradicated when someone else found out about it, too. [/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px ridge #000000; width: 425px;] [justify]An elongated call was what had drawn Wisteria to the scene, and before anyone could really do anything about it, the young tortie kitten was present. First she appeared from the distance, and then her long legs carried her towards the stranger, and lastly she stopped only inches from his, her pale golden eyes intensely staring into his. Wisteria was not one for knowing the boundaries of personal space, and this was her way of checking a new person out as it were. He said he had wanted to join, and after she continuously stared into his eyes for a good moment, the fae blinked and nodded her head before taking a small step back.

A small smile covered her face, and she let out a small, quaint laugh, her pale golden eyes a light as she looked at the joiner- he called himself Frey? -and curtly nodded her head once more. "Accepted- hello there." she said with her quiet tone of voice, tilting her head. It felt funny to be the one to accept a joiner, but hey, thems was the bricks, and it felt kinda fun to do so, too.[/justify]
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