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  • a stranger approached (open; joining)

    Fleecekit was a little thing, hardly more than a scrap of fur, but she had enough attitude to be a boulder-sized cat. She had an ego the size of the moon and a personality the size of the planet they all stood on, insignificant as they were. Fleece was an extraordinary character once you met her-wild, adventurous, chaotic.... she sure was a basket case. You could at least say that about her.


    But she was also mysterious. And you could probably see her milking that conception like it was from a cow's udder. She loved being mysterious, she loved to disappear for months and not return for days before suddenly showing up and slipping into normal routine. She encouraged the rumours as much as she got them, which was a good thing, right?


    But all wasn't well in Fleecekit's land. She'd kind of run off and gotten lost-and then been captured. And then she escaped, and now she hadn't the faintest clue where she was. Which led her here. Windclan. It was a small world.


    She eagerly invited herself in, strolling into the territory without a care in the world.

  • a stranger approached (open; joining)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]and thus, she was rather rudely interrupted by a long, sticky finger pointed right at her uplifted muzzle. fleecekit nearly recoiled in disgust at the bodily feature, but quickly recovered, her eyes slanting almost challengingly before she checked herself. while she rather liked a good disagreement, she had places to be. so instead she just rolled her little eyes at chara and pushed her finger away with a teeny, cold paw, before continuing on.


    and barreling right into problem #2, more specifically, a one-eyed tiger. she flounced back and wiped her face with her paws as if in disbelief. she peered up at him cautiously, eyes wide luminous circles, and tilted her head questioningly.


    "depends," she said after a long pause, lifting her shoulders defensively. "what's yours?" man this guy was like some creepy internet phisher. next thing she knew he was going to be asking for her social security number or something like that, which was gross. she sat back on her haunches and patiently curled her tail over her paws, blinking up at him. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • I said I'd never let you go [o/joining?] and I never did

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]fleecekit didn't much like strangers, but she dealt with them. besides, it was practically a game, to meet somebody knew. she could make up a different personality on the spot. it was like being an actress! she padded forward with a swagger to her walk, as she often did, and let her eyes lock on the strangely slim dog thoughtfully, staring at her for a good couple of minutes in silence that her clanmates did a good job filling up. finally she let out a long breath and sat down.


    "hey." she didn't say much, that was for sure. it wasn't like she just wasn't a talker, she just... had little to say. besides, what else was she going to say? she could mimic mettaton and bring our her southern cookbook and apron and pull out the welcoming mat for this stranger, but that was a little foolish. what if they were an axe murderer? anybody could get in here now. cause safety rules, yeah?


    fleecekit simply started to lick her paw and wash her face almost disinterestedly.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • a stranger approached (open; joining)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]"h-hey, listen here mister," fleecekit bit back at him trying her best to be as stubborn as she was while not ruining her chances. besides, why should she wash up in this pathetic hole of a clan if they were all twats? ugh. she lifted her nose at him and stalked over and tried to slap him in the face with her little paw. "is that how you treat a guest?"


    her voice was squeaky and wobbly but her eyes meant it as she stared him down, fur as fluffed as it would go with defiance. this man had no business treating her like that! and he was a twat for doing it. a little, pestering twat. she scrunched her nose up at him and made a plllfph with her tongue as she stuck it out at him, "if you a-act like, like a barbarian around your guests you're never gonna get none. and then you're gonna die. alone." that had taken a bit of a morbid tone but she was utterly serious as she jabbed a little paw at his chest. "so yeah. shut up. who're you anyways, getting your gross dog slobber all over me?"[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • Featherpaw in need of a mentor

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]"pf. being an apprentice is boring," fleecekit muttered. she skipped over to featherkit with her head held high. "you, you've got all these boring jobs! like picking elder's ticks. and cleaning the dens. uuugh." she giggled foolishly and put a paw on her nose to feign disgust. she didn't really see why she was so excited to grow up. being young was just fine. maybe if she stayed small she could pretend to be little forever. she skipped around featherkit's paws excitedly.


    "how 'bout a game of mossball toss!! i've got the highest score in the clan." she bent on her forepaws and wiggled her haunches invitingly. [b]"c'mon. dare ya."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • A R A B E S Q U E - death

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]"she ain't dead," fleecekit announced proudly. she tramped over to the scene with her usual flourish, this time adorning a cape of leaves because she was feeling creative. she padded over to eskimokisses' body and poured over it, seemingly unfazed by the blood everywhere. death didn't scare her. it intrigued her. she lashed her puffy tail thoughtfully and dipped it in eski's blood, lifting it away and sniffing it before cringing.


    she skipped carelessly away from her body. "she'll wake up. i promise. she's just asleep for a lil. slackin' on the job." fleecekit giggled harmlessly and pranced away, her bloody tail tip swinging behind her. how could she know things like this? was she strange? psychic? or just observant? she'd seen a lot of cats die. and they'd almost always come back and those who didn't had dramatic deaths. this wasn't the usual flair, so she just figured essie would be back lickity split, and this bored her, so she left. a little harshly.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • under the weather -- open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]"man, somebody's got a poker up their weenie!" that was what announced fleecekit's arrival. she usually announced herself. she liked to be noticed. she craved attention, but she didn't... she didn't force it. she just kind of lured it in like a fish in the water, yes. she slid her eyes to coldkit before plopping inelegantly (yet somehow gracefully? like liquid falling into a bunch of rocks) next to sabbath and twitching her ears mischievously. she leaned up to the other's ears and whispered mockingly,


    "that's quite an intriguing a notion," she giggled madly as she bent over a little before recovering and making a nasally voice. "put those books back where you located them, 'fore i invite ya to a cup a intriguing tea, sonny!" she snorted rather loudly and covered her muzzles with her paws. she fell back and giggled unstoppably at the way coldkit spoke, how strange and odd! like a librarian, and old lady librarian. fleecekit hadn't a clue what the kid was saying, and that was the best part. "say coldkit.... could you be a doll and pandi-c-ulate me an osculator?" man, she was pulling this * right out of her ass and it was pretty darn awesome. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • a stranger approached (open; joining)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]she giggled as he growled. "ye sound like a puppy when you do that. it's like a purr. purrrr" she demonstrated with a teeny laugh, wiggling her tail. she perked her ears as he introduced himself. so he was nice guy now, huh? she wasn't fallin' for it, not even slightly, but she knew better than to question it right now or she was gonna get in trouble.


    "i'm fleecekit. i ain't got no fancy last name. nice to meet ya lukie." she giggle-snorted.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • a stranger approached (open; joining)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]did she wanna join? "okay!" that was all that she had to say it was nice and simple what was so complicated about this business anyways? she bounced on her toes eagerly and flicked her gaze to those who approached and giving a rather bitter look from the slanted eyes she had how rude to just ignore her and not give her their name! but as a notebook was rather roughly shoved to her fleece just stared at it for a very very long time before she came to a kind of conclusion.


    she took the pen from chara and quickly held it between her two paws rather shakily and drew a nice little flower wobbly and wilted and actually rather hideous with a big ole smile on its face in between its petals. she giggled and gave the pen back. she didn't know what chara had drawn but she still liked games and maybe she just wasn't a good artist. "i love games! your turn." as dan introduced himself she perked her ears. [b]"hi mr dan! i'm fleecekit."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • A VOICE IS CALLING OUT [O;; Singing] "CAN YOU HEAR ME DISAPPEARING?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]she didn't halt her incessant bawling until reyna asked her if she was okay and when she did it became a chorus of sad sniffles and eye-rubbing with her paws as she scooted away from chara and stared at her with hateful eyes. how dare she hit her. what had she done wrong! that was rude and she decided that from here on out she would not do anymore drawing games with chara. no way. she sniffled again and looked at the watery-eyed reyna shoulders still shaking from the outburst.


    "no. she hit me," she mewled a little accusingly, her tiny tail tip flicking scornfully. she noticed then that reyna was getting upset too and she got infinitely curious, her own tears subsiding as she tilted her head. "hey why are y' sad? did i say something? was it you that was singin'?" darn she hadn't meant to insult anyone she just didn't believe cats could sing! she twitched her tail tip with a bit of shame in the way her ears drooped. "'m sorry. i wasn't tryna be mean to ya."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • Featherpaw in need of a mentor

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]"i'm an expert as mossball! it's one of my favourite games" she announced proudly before looking over to luke and dan. she giggled and bounded over to them sitting on one of luke's great big paws and waving her tail excitedly. she was beginning to like luke despite their first impression on each other and he seemed pretty nice even though he was scary. she even liked dan he was pretty calm and reasonable but not half as fun as luke! she prodded at one of his big claws as featherkit spoke. "yeah you can play mossball to! i betcha i'll beat ya and that's why y'r scared," she taunted childishly, grinning like a fool.


    all of this mentor stuff seemed boring. teachers? ugh! she'd much rather chase her tail all day long. she blinked at the thought and suddenly began chewing her own tail absentmindedly as they talked considering whether or not she might accidentally bite it off.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • staring at the sunset - open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/tKszfy9.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]fleecekit adored stories. they were a great way to pass time and she loved to put herself in the paws of whoever ws talking it was like a personal adventure! her eyes gleamed eagerly at the idea of it as she scooted over and went for the first face she recognized here, which happened to be sabbath. she scooted over and tried to sit right between his paws, such a comfy place to sit as she had observed (aside from under neath luke's belly, where it was like a cave of thick fur.)


    she didn't speak as wingstar queried them because it was certainly not in her interest to tell a story without first thinking an elaborate one up. so she for once kept her trap shut and pricked her ears, listening hopefully for whatever story would accompany the animals around her.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • causing trouble (private)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/afyu2AE.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]fleecekit was more often than not going off and doing something she oughtn't and now was no exception to her mischievous ways as she slunk through the territory and climbed up a tree her little paws scrapping at the bark for purchase.


    she finally made it to the topmost branches looking down on the clan and she was almost eyelevel with the base of the mountain where jagged rocks were. she decided her goal would be to one day scale those rocks, to make her way to the very peak of the mountain and look over all the clans and laugh at them for their stupidity. but she was just a kit so everything was stupid to her - including herself and not shamefully so. she had a lot to learn and she was eager to do so.


    she quickly scaled down the tree and jumped the last few feet as she perched on her tip toes before hitting the ground with a thunk and a roll. she quickly recovered and padded back to camp with a bunch of leaves and twigs snarled in her fur making her look like some tarzan type animal. but weren't they all in a way? she just looked a little wilder especially with the adventurous gleam in her eyes as she sought out somebody to talk to. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • OH I BET MY LIFE! (open)

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    "whacha thinking about luke?" she noticed that the large wolf had gone suddenly quiet and looked rather distracted which made fleecekit worried that he was getting sad about something. how come grownups were sad all the time? they got sadder than she ever did only it was more of a dark sadness and not a pierced-paw sadness. maybe life got sad when you grew up. which just went to back up her decision to stay a kit forever. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • BUT I'VE GOT MY [ open + injury ] MIND MADE UP THIS TIME

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/afyu2AE.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]fleecekit heard a thud and shortly after a whole bunch of voices where the thud came from so naturally she went to investigate easily slipping out of camp and padding to where the noises came from. she was shocked to see dan lying on the ground with his left back leg all skewed out weird. it looked almost like it was somebody else's leg and she nearly giggled before she realized he was hurting. what?


    "why's his leg like that?" fleecekit was honestly confused she did not have the same medical expertise as joan or really any cat for that matter which probably should have embarrassed her seeing as kits her age always seemed to be able to pull whatever herbal remedy you wanted in a blink of an eye because they were powerhungry wannabes. but it clearly didn't affect her as she slid forward and sniffed his leg and blinked rapidly refraining from touching it even though she dearly wanted to. "'s it hurting?"[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • Sunshine over rainy days;; Storm Clan;; Open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px;]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/xPx9aWl.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=9pt]politics were boring!! fleecekit didn't want to bore herself with trivial stuff like this it was just a drag and that was the last thing she needed! the piper grey kitten scooted over with her eyes wide as she watched the two intereact how could they possibly be related they looked nothing alike ..... how odd. she pursed her kitty lips in confusion and decided to just let it go as she figured it wasn't worth her time mulling over.


    being the childish creature she was fleece quickly found something else to distract her which happened to be sam god bless her, she looked to be the next victim of fleecekit's sporadic cuddles which were both a blessing and a curse as she tended to be a very warm and fluffy creature but also very oddly behaving and it was a little weird when she just randomly expected your cuddles in return. but the day that somebody shoved her away would be the day that she sprouted wings and flew away because she was just a little hard to say no to, right?


    and so she easily slid over to sam and crouched between her forelegs as if they were there to serve as a hut for her to shelter her from the wind and cold. her attention was enraptured suddenly by the scarf entwined around the others neck and with a giggle of surprise she batted at it falling forward slightly so that she could see the slightly shocked face that cloudhouse had transfixed on his face. she giggled quietly and aimed to gently poke sam in the leg, bending up to whisper "what's got clou'house all nervous?" with a little giggle once again, apparently life was a hoot for the small girl.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • FINAL EPISODE [ OPEN + DEATH ]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/xPx9aWl.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify]the gruesome expression one held before death was something that could haunt any animal of any age and it had a similar effect on the small orange kitten as she came across the body. it wasn't uncommon to see her sneaking out of camp it was not particularly a crime anymore and she was a curious child, but she had happened upon it at a bad time as ritsu uttered a final phrase "i *ed up" and it made her heart clench and still for a moment in fear of what she witnessed as they reached out for some device before falling very still with a twisted grin.


    fleecekit's ears flattened a little at the sight. had she fallen asleep for some reason? but then she remembered seeing the baby bird and how it had appeared to be asleep but hadn't woken up and how even after hours of waiting she realized it was very cold unlike most birds and its wings were all in weird directions. it hadn't ever woken up and she had to move on by then. was that what happened to ritsu? was she not going to wake up? maybe she needed the little shiny thing, but bloomingskies quickly proved her wrong as she handed the device to her and ritsu never stirred. fleecekit tentatively stepped forward and pressed a tiny paw to her gaping smiling face and found it no longer warm to the touch and she grew sad at the thought of one of her clanmates not being able to be around anymore even though she had not known ritsu well. it would be so very weird.


    she was distracted from her lonely thoughts as sabbath padded up next to her. she actually liked sabbath more than other cats which was quite saying something even though she generally liked most people (aside from that weird cat who never talked that scared her.) she watched him press his nose to the corpse sadly and thought that maybe he had been close to ritsu and she grew sad thinking of sabbath's grief. before she could decide to comfort him he began to shake uncontrollably and his eyes clouded over as he lashed out before stumbling away looking shocked and scared. fleecekit's mouth gaped a little but she quickly moved forward to support him even though she was rather small and weak, pressing her cold nose to his leg and murmuring to him "shh it's okay sabbath, you're safe." she wasn't even sure what had triggered the tom to act so violently, but he looked mighty scared and she grew worried he would hurt himself.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • all i want for christmas - meeting

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/xPx9aWl.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify]Fleecekit figured that Wingstar was pretty important if she was announcing things, so the small grey kitten obliged to her command and raised herself from her peaceful nap, yawning widely. She was really sleepy lately, running around like a maniac, but as more cats gathered she became more awake and alert and padded over to sit by Sabbath. She was unsure if he was okay due to the scene earlier and wanted dearly to help the older tomcat but she was stumped on what to do. So instead of speaking to him she just sat in silence by his paws and curled her tail around her own mitted feet and listening quietly to Wingstar as the other cats were.


    Some of the stuff like promotions made not so much sense to Fleecekit because she had never really been explained what they were, but at the same time it made her Clanmates happy so she give a hooray when they were announced and bounced on her paws a little to share their excitement, and echoed in the chorus of "Aww" that sounded as Peachmoon was announced demoted. Did that mean she was dead? Her ears fell a little bit, even though she did not know who Peachmoon was. She licked her small teeth quietly to keep them warm against the cold and listened as she spoke more and medics (she knew what those were!) and some odd thing called Christmas. She itched quietly in her seat before finally turning to Sabbath and blurting, "What's Christmas?" She knew she probably shouldn't have been talking quickly covered her mouth with her paws in apology.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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  • IT'S ME, [O;; Joiner ++ Chara] YOUR BEST FRIEND!

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/xPx9aWl.png);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify]Ew, Chara had friends? Fleecekit had grown to detest the other cat for their abrasive attitude and seemingly murderous intent towards her, especially when they'd slapped her across the face. Fleecekit had formed a sort of grudge against them and all things Chara seemed to make her want to hurl, especially the thought that the mute feline had any sort of personal bond with anyone.


    The grey kitten frowned heavily as she padded over and sat by Candlekit, tail weaving over her own paws as she watched the deaf male speak to her Clanmates. She turned her head as the others appeared and simply shook herself and prodded in a little squeak, "So you wanna join? Welcome to Windclan!" She just hoped he realized how rude she was.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]