[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]aw thank ya' !
and i think that's a pretty good idea.
i already have her kind of semi-living in thunderclan, just cause she's becoming a little reckless. mainly to see if she'll get away with it and what she can do while she's there.
RAINIER!
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]"I would say be careful not to mistake poppy seeds for an end-all be-all kind of fixer-upper." Petra would say with a shrug of her shoulders, her experiences in Bloodclan giving her the idea for such a statement. "Maybe not confuse it for something to play with? It's meant for healing, not recreational drug use." such big words coming from such a young girl - though she basically echoed what that what therapist-like chic from bloodclan had said whilst scolding some first tier for abusing the herb.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]welcome to bloodclan, may i take your order ?
omfg please tell me you want fries w dat
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]yaaaas
I like the mysterious tumblr boooys
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra sat just a bit farther off as her clan mates went about the normal procedure with the newcomer. It was just as dry and bland as usual, which is why she rarely participated in this type of thing or if she did she always found a way to spice it up.
The pretty fae tilted her head to the side as she examined the painters collection from afar, not really interested enough to pad forward for a closer look, but not entirely disinterested as to avert her eyes to something more... Captivating. Be that as it may, the child would remain rooted as small talk was thrown about.
The fellow's name was quite long and rivaled Petra's own; Petrified Ispeth Darling Donatelli. She hadn't met many souls who could boast of so many surnames, though Petra never really found it endearing to have to shorten everything. Though - it warmed her ice heart to know her father had given her the nickname of Petra.
Rounded ears flicked as she caught wind of a former Bloodclan ritual. Sparring? Now that was a sure fire way to keep all the riffraff out. This came as a disappointment to the albino snow leopard to know that such a fun activity was no longer practiced.
"I'm Petra. Welcome to Bloodclan." her words were carefully neutral and she never said anything she didn't mean. Which meant she left off the whole 'nice to meet you' shpeal. It wasn't truly nice because she didn't know the guy. Maybe she'd try to make friends later.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra had not yet met the leader of Thunderclan. She frowned as she realized this, thinking it was way past time to see who's orders she'd be following while here.
As of yet, the albino snow leopard had not informed anyone - from either of her homes - of her dual alliances. Primarily because they were enemy clans, but even that would not have been to much of an obstacle if her own need to avoid letting her folks down hadn't been an issue.
See, she found it strange she wanted to join a pro-clan, being born and raised in an anti-clan and all, but she felt this overwhelming desire to experience such... Freedom. And so here she was.
"Hello, I'm Petra."
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra's own paws, though young, were still adept at transiting through the territory past sharp rocks that jutted out - only partially hidden by the heat-absorbing sand that coated everyone on Bloodclan territory - and carefully avoiding the needleprick of cacti underpaw. She hadn't lived long enough to see the summer, but she had no doubt that things would only get worse.
Normally Petra, having seen someone who looked suspiciously like a joiner, would have walked the other way. She wasn't one to have idle and boring talk, so she always assumed it was in her best interest to find something else to do, however, she had come to the realization that there were a lot of interesting folk that happened up Bloodclan's corpse-drawn border.
When this tom spoke, his first words were laced heavily with something quite common to her ears; sarcasm. Sure, it was fine coming from her or her clanmates, but from someone who had barely been welcomed in? No way jose. However, the kitten would keep quite on this, though anger did reflect in her tri-colored blue eyes. "Well, I can't say you're not accepted," her words were neutral bordering on venemous. "I'm Petra."
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra was next to arrive, wondering if this would be worth her time. New members that caught her attention were rare and far between, but the young albino leopard was looking to get more involved 'round here. The characteristically boring questions had already been asked, so she merely sat down and watched the fellow.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra frowned, her attention for a moment taken up by Indianpup. The girl was cute, to say the least, but Petra spied an innocence in her that she had never been given the pleasure of having. It equaled weakness to Petra, her mindset primarily Bloodclanlike, though she did not betray any of her thoughts. If there was one thing she perfected in the desert wasteland of Bloodclan, it was an impenetrable poker face.
She hadn't come here to hurt anyones feelings. In fact, she had come here to break her of some of the hardened traits nearly everyone in Bloodclan possessed.
Returning her gaze to Lucien, the albino leopard would eye the poppy seeds. "Where I come from, we usually just give the patient in pain a stick and tell them to get over it," her words were spoken flippantly, as being blunt was her trademark and she hardly ever noticed how sharp her tongue could be. However, deciding that probably wasn't the best answer, she tried again, "Though I think i've heard something about chammomile being used.. or was it chervil? I don't know, one of the two, or maybe both, or maybe even neither." again, she shrugged, not wanting to give away the fact that she was actually trying.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]petra's so.... Bitchy.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra was notorious for being blunt almost to the point of being rude - and more often than not she crossed that line into being bitchy. This was no way to get what she wanted so, as the albino snow leopard sat with her front paws partially buried in the warm desert sand to keep warm, she developed a plan.
As she thought, the fae noticed how the days here were as warm as the nights were cold. Petra didn't mind living here; sure the sand got all up in her pelt and stung here eyes during sand storms, but she didn't have to worry about snow or being all wet. Even though her body called for the frozen wetness, Petra's mind ambivalently shut her baser instincts down.
A deliciously - almost evil - smile appeared on her maw as the entitled bitch understood where her paws would take her next - right into the heart of Bloodclan. "It's a bit dull around here," her voice was soft whereas normally it was sandpaper rough with undisguised hatred for others, "Can we throw a party or something?" genuine excitement burst to life in her tri-colored blue optics, though the reason for this was probably not just being she wanted to have a party. She was excited to be accepted as more than just the bitchy daughter of Sola. And yeah the party would have all sorts of illicit things, so that was another thing to be happy about.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra wasn't spying in Thunderclan and quite honestly she wasn't sure how he'd found out she was Petra. Perhaps because she didn't change her name, because aside from that she had kept her scent clear, manipulated her pelt so as not to look normal... Everything had been so meticulous. But that was all besides the point. If he wanted to think she was spying -- go for it.
"Shut up." she said simply, tail whipping as she faced the Thunderclanner. He could say whatever he wanted about her -- as long as it wasn't the truth behind her reasons for visiting Thunderclan -- but leave her father out of it. "My father could flay your hide any day of the week you skull-fucked bastard." she was young, but her words were laced with venom that she did not have enough muscle to back up. However, she was far from stopping now. She felt her own heart break as her siblings let him trash talk Pollux. What kind of family were they if they didn't stick with each other?
// I guess make this retro to his leaving or some thing? I just saw this.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][color=black]Petra was next to pad up, her rounded ears perked up as the psuedo-albino snow leopard took a seat. She'd taken some lessons in both Bloodclan and Thunderclan, and was curious to see what she learned here.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: black;]Petra, finally boring of Thunderclan, had since travelled to Sunclan. Thunderclan was too pro-clan, too concerned with public image. Here she hoped to explore and find out who she was meant to be without the constant bloodiness of her birth-clan; Bloodclan. Unlike in Thunderclan, here she had no need to hide her scent, so she merely sat there, a mottled blend of Thunderclan and Bloodclan scents mingling on her albino pelt.
"Hello?" the snow leopard called out, wondering when someone would be around to greet her.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: black;]Petra eventually followed the stream of Sunclanners that led her to the meeting. It was her first one here, so she was curious to see how this Seafoam character ran things 'round here.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: black;]"Petra." the snow leopard said, leaving off her multitude of surnames, her voice a blank palatte as she eyed Cain. A grin would slowly spread as she confirmed in her mind that she would like this cat. "Aand I am here to join!" her own tail flicked as she imagined all the trouble she'd enjoy getting in to.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: black;]Its funny how Petra always found herself wandering. Maybe more sad than funny. She never could quite scratch the itch that drove her to self-inflicted solitary confinement. It was what led her to leave her home - that and the animosity in her family.
Blood greeted her sight as she came upon the scene. She didn't react like a normal person would. Petra didn't shy away from it or even give it a second glance. The young girl was desensitized - something that surely marked her as a fuck up. Instead, she calmly sat down, noting that the bloodied woman was lucid. "Can you hear me?"
Briefly she wondered what amount of pain she was in, or what caused this. Like a true Bloodclanner, she would admire the fem's kill. "Poor guy, you didn't even give him a chance." her smile wasn't even remotely friendly, more empty than anything else. She had sustained injuries, though, and Petra knew they should be tended to. "Will you allow me to help you, or can I expect the same treatment you gave that other dude?" she motioned once more to the loner who was without his esophagus.
Her eyes betrayed some of the compassion Petra was allowed to feel, though, as she looked over the vulpine.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: black;]Petra was there, quietly watching with optics as wide as sauce pans. Of course she would put on a brave face and drily comment - if asked - that she'd seen worse shit than this in Bloodclan, which was partially true. However, when something like this occured, the victim wasn't expected to live. In fact it was rare when someone even tried to help. Death was as common in Bloodclan was life was - if not more prevalent. That all being said, Petra was quite nearly scared out of her mind. Would Jericho really be able to heal the clanner from such a devastating injury? Wasn't he prodding a dead horse? Why not just let the female pass on to the other side.
She sighed, gathering her nerves to approach. "Uh, Jericho?" the former Bloodclan kitten ventured out into his realm of vision - though unaware he lacked this particular sense, "Do you really think you can save her?" of course, prior to speaking, she had lowered her voice to a whisper she hoped only Jericho would catch. Just because she was a spawn of Bloodclan didn't mean she was completely heartless.
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: black;]maybe a thread between him and petra? i feel like beginning to make her open up so don't be put off if she is kind of.. wonky and back and forth with her emotions :^)
[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: black;]^^
she's a dual-member with bloodclan, formerly dual-membership with thunderclan but she's just not pro-clan enough for that. she's hormonal and sometimes off-putting to others, but im looking to changing that!
open to:
friends
enemies
crushes on her
relationships
adoptive parent figures
adopted sibling figures
closed to:
rape
litters
kill
