Posts by Petrified

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Within the womb, Petra had subconsciously known shit was about to get real, but now, out in an environment where cold bit through her perfectly white downy fur, she knew nothing more than she needed that something to placate her aching belly. So, as instinct told her to do, she curled up beside her mother's belly and drank deep of the milk she provided. Sure, Petra made the occasionally squeak - and even a frustrated grumble as she struggled to feed. But now, aside from the dim sound of her suckling, the young snow leopard was quiet.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra new very few of the member here, even less so the one who called himself Gabriel. The young daughter of Sola and Pollux was intrigued so it was no wonder she soon found herself possibly sticking her nose where it didn't belong. "Hi, I'm Petra." her voice, the sound of tinkling bells often associated with a typical child's voice, seemed detached as her tri-colored blue eyes noted the strange item protruding from the male's maw. The aroma in the air - that which Petra linked to the mysterious object, was vaguely appealed and she padded closer to get a better smell, not really noticing that she was probably invading the poor guys space.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra was next to poke her head around the corner. She had not know Boo in his cream tabby form, nor did she even know his name. So obviously she had to ask. "Who are you?" the child was outright blunt, but she said it all with the slightest smile. The albino leopard didn't really understand Kaiser as he spoke, so she had to come up with her own conclusion. "Im Petra. Welcome to Bloodclan." she could assume he was someone here to join, so she simply took a seat and... Waited

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra was already pissed off. Not because she saw through his flippant words for the threat they carried, but because this a-hole had woken her up from a perfectly good nap. The entitled, but usually friendly, daughter of Sola frowned in the way women have been using to get their way for a long time. "I don't know who you are, but I certainly don't want to play with you now considering how you've gone and woken everyone on this planet! How rude!" though she was young, her voice held the sternness and contempt of a mother towards a disobedient child.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra wasn't one for many words, though she did find his little speech kind of cool. It held her attention for a few moments as she sat and listened. "Well... I think you just kind of say those magical words and you're accepted. Kind of like magic, but not really." she shrugged her shoulders, tri-colored eyes rolling upwards to the sky before returning for the smooth-talker. "I'm Petra, nice to meet you." for a brief second, the young child thought she might need to inform him this was Bloodclan, but she dismissed this. He'd find out shortly if he didn't already know.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Even at three months Petra was highly independent and extremely gifted. In the past few days she had acquired the ability to manipulate her own scent as well as emotions of others. They would prove useful for what her curious mind had plan. Born and loyal to Bloodclan, it was strange to see her patiently waiting at the border of Thunderclan not only because they were enemies, but because Petra never waited for anyone. And yet, their albino leopard sat, her tri-colored blue eyes careful scanning her surroundings. Without much effort on her part she had covered the heady scent of Bloodclan on her pelt and had opted for that of a simple kittypet - knowing that after rubbing her pelt with lavender her guise could prove more difficult to see through.

The reason she went to such lengths to disguise her self was not to spy on Thunderclan. No, she held no interest in that. But she had heard many stories of this place and wanted to see it for herself. Bloodclan was fun and all, what with the diverse population, but here was a clan with roots older than her oldest great-great-grandparents - quite the place to be. So Petra sat there and eagerly awaited the approach of a Thunderclanner.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra was new and had yet to meet anyone here really. "Happy New Years," she echoed back, not because she meant it, but because it seemed like the right thing to do. "I'm Petra." and then she tacked of her name for introductory purposes.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra would pad up, taking a seat slightly apart from the others. She knew very little about herbs, but was interested in the position. The leopard cub liked to learn and had a curious mind, so it really was no surprise that she was here. "I'd like to participate." she said this as if she doubted they'd refuse her. The daughter of the Bloodclan leader was not used to be denied anything.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra frowned, coming to the realization that this was war. "I don't want to get out of here." she said this as if it were perfectly natural thing for her to remain here. Scorn also showed in her tone as she hated being told what to do. So, like any good Bloodclanner, the young albino snow leopard looked around for some stupid exiler to pick a fight with. "Come at me you pathetic worms!" her tri-colored eyes sparked with rage. Not only was she not a morning person - but to wake up to this certainly did not make for a happy camper.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]"Why daddy?" was all Petra could think to say as she padded up to her father, a cute pouty frown on her perfectly white face. She wondered briefly what her mother would do.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra had watched the end of the hunt, noticing every minute detail of the scene as it played out. Her nose twitched ever so slightly as the familiar scent of blood reached her nose. A delayed smile appeared on the albino's face, her pink lips showing just the smallest curve at the corners. "Petra." she said simply, loving the nickname her father had given her at birth and revelling in the smooth rolling sensation as the two syllable word left her tongue. "Im here to join Thunderclan." she said this last part flippantly, as if amused that this female did not already suspect such a thing.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]"What kind of party?" the young Petra would ask as she joined the feline at the border. She herself was not bothered by the corpses not because she was used to it, for she was not, but because it just didn't have an affect on her. "I can't accept, but I'd like to hear about it still." her tone betrayed no emotion except for what she wanted it to. For now she'd play the part of a curious kit with the best manners. It was a facade she did well.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra padded up behind her sister, tri-colored blue optics focused intently on what her sister called a 'velociraptor'. Lacking the manners that both Boo and Margi exhibited, the lithe albino leopard would pad closer for further investigation. "Where did you get these?" Petra would ask, not yet removing her entire focus from the scaley creature. She figured Merle was unable to create these himself, so she could only assume he had taken them from somewhere and she wanted to know where. Briefly she imagined having one of these for herself. They be the best of friends and a badass team.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra frowned as she approached her siblings. "Think of it simply as a necessary evil, brother." the albino leopard would say, "Or better yet - don't think of it at all." she shrugged her shoulders as if to say with her body that it didn't matter either way to her, but within her heart it did. If there was anyone who stir emotions within her it was her family. She'd kill for them. However, her brother's naivety slightly irked her. "Of course Bloodclanners do.. it." although she wanted to act tough, the young girl found a limp had formed in her throat as she internally warred against uttering the word 'killed'.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]The eldest daughter of Pollux and Sola, an albino leopard, lay quietly in her nest. Petra was caught between the dark abyss of sleep and the hazy world of awakeness. Here she lay, warring with her roaring thoughts as she idly daydreamed. Finally, realizing that - though she wanted to - she could not just lay around all day. Time to get up.

The lithe leopard rolled her muscles - small as they were - in a long, bone-popping stretch that was her morning ritual. A yawn then spread her pink lips and she roared out. The three month old noted absentmindedly that she was getting to sound much more ferocious. With grim victory she dared those Exiles to return. Surely this time they would let her participate in the fight and kick some exile tail.

Or she could just disobey them again. The somewhat entitled daughter of Sola shrugged her shoulders - somehow making that mundane act look graceful - as she exited the area she had segmented off for privacy purposes. Now out in the open, she found herself at a loss. What now?

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 8pt;]Obviously Petra was happy her parents were finally tying the knot. The young girl, only six, looked absolutely adorable beside her mother. Chosen for her was a dark navy blue dress that complimented her tri-colored eyes so well. Her long brown hair fell in loose curls to her waist, jostling around with ever uncoordinated step she took down the aisle.

Petra had been told she was the flower girl, but what did that even mean? Her youthful mind decided it couldn't be that hard, so she just flashed a toothy smile and walked behind her mother, trailing a path of rose petals. Like a shadow she said glued to her mother's train, but at the site of her father she beamed. "Hiya daddy," she would stage whisper, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible but failing. Spying Merle beside him, the girl would also show him her 1000watt smile. "Hiya Uncle Merle!"

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]tracking ;o

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]hi <3

jw what does everyone think of Petra? I'm trying to develope her further (as adoption applications for me are pretty bare-boned cuz I always end up changing my mind on a few things here and there) :3

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra frowned outright, the realization that both of her parents had taken a backseat of things hitting her. This, however, could never change her adoration for Pollux and Sola. She would plaster a smile on her face that looked completely fake, although she did respect Merle as a leader. He was pretty badass and she looked up to that. "Noted." she echoed.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Though she was youn, she was impossibly bold - if not a little reckless at times. "I want to raid the Exiles," she stated plainly, her chest slightly puffed out as if to appear bigger and more badass than she was.