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    Having jumped at the sound of someone else's voice, Temperance quickly dove into their den, only daring to peek out once or twice at the stranger. The half angel cub had covered her face in her snow white paws, believing if she couldn't see the fallen angel, she couldn't see her.

    "Daddy, I'm going outside." Temperance announced so that Michael wouldn't worry when he noticed her absence-- even if he wasn't in their home, it was the thought that counted. It was the loudest she had ever actually spoken, loud enough to sound like normal talking. The cub was marching around their home as she looked for the ball she usually played with at night, although the sky was dark enough for her liking with the threat of an oncoming storm. Her wings twitched as she fluttered them a few times, but they were still far too weak to get her off the ground. Eventually finding the red ball she loved to play with, Tempy grinned and began bouncing around excitedly while swatting it about.

    Her head had lifted from her game to notice he had sat down to watch her. He seemed so distant, his thoughts elsewhere. "What are y-you thinking about?" Temperance asked as she kicked the ball towards him, though it wasn't very far, since the ball itself was almost as big as the petite child. The golden tabby tigress spun around, almost tripping over herself as she turned to face Crystal. Her mouth opened and closed before nodding and kicking the ball towards her.


    //ninja'd

    Peeking her head out to see the other female and hearing her voice, the child's ears folded slightly with fright. "M-My name is-... is Temperance." She answered quietly, hugging the edge of the wall. She wasnt too sure her father would be happy with her talking to strangers.

    Marching over, the cub plopped her rump down next to her father as she stared at the food. "Daddy's one of-of those s-strong knights from the stories." She whispered, hugging one of his limbs so that she couldn't see Crystal. If you can't see them, they can't see you.

    "T-Thank you... Yes m-ma'am. I like b-b-butterflies." She whispered as the female dog sat down. Michael was out probably doing his leaderly things, or so she guessed. He always seemed to fret whenever she left their home so she kept close by. The Thunderclanner was interesting, but Tempy wasn't even close to being ready to leave the safety of her home quite yet.

    "Yes m-ma'am.... Does my-my daddy know you-you're here?" The half angel questioned with a hushed tone. Surely she would've ran into her father by now? Especially if she was this deep into the territory, I wonder if there's an exchange going on... Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the tiny winged golden tabby cub slid out from her hiding place, her multi green colored eyes staring up at Kate. "Y-You don't smell like-like the others here."

    Oh, so this was her half-brother than? The petite golden tabby tigress marched over, the tall grass practically engulfing her. "H-Hi..." Temperance stammered before her eyes falling to the ground.

    "M-Michael is my daddy...." The golden tabby's brow furrowed, watching Kate and her nervous actions. "He's the-the new le-leader." Temperance offered a fidgeting and sheepish smile towards the Thunderclanner, "I like t-thunder and storm-storms." She squeaked, her voice gradually growing louder to a normal tone, although she normally just spoke in whispers.

    Sitting outside their home, the tiny child patiently awaited for her father to come back from doing leaderly things, the surround area and herself stinking of Thunderclan. Temperance wanted to tell him all about the new friend she had made, but decided to wait for Michael to return so be would not fret if he came back while she was out looking for him. Kate seemed nice, she asked the cub if she liked butterflies-- since Tempy was playing with one not too long before the fallen angel came around. It was an interesting experience for the golden tabby child, and most certainly wanted to tell Michael all about it after she got him to tell her anoint his day.

    IC CATERGORY
    favorite male hp: Michael
    favorite female hp:
    favorite male non-hp:
    favorite female non-hp:
    favorite character overall:
    favorite character that's no longer here:


    most likely to be secretly gay:
    most likely to jump through a flaming hoop:
    most likely to trip over a bug:
    most likely to blow up the world accidentally:
    most likely to ship everyone in the clan: Nihil
    most likely to become president:
    resident badass: Michael
    resident clown:
    resident pimp:
    childish/playful:
    shyest:
    nerdiest:
    know-it-all:
    resident party popper:
    resident weirdo:


    best ship:
    best crack ship:


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    OOC CATERGORY
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    most advanced roleplayer:
    most creative roleplayer:
    most helpful roleplayer:
    friendliest roleplayer:
    craziest roleplayer:
    best plotter:


    Wip :3

    "I'm doing good. I caught a butterfly today. How was your day?" She murmured, beaming as she stood to greet him with a hug. It was more known to her that he was tired and not uneasy that she was talking to Kate. Large silver and green eyes stared up at him in anticipation to hear about his day.