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  • EXILES RAID ( dem bois

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Wait... What the actual kriff? Lessa had been enjoying the day, taking some time to weave some flower crowns... When it suddenly became Attack of the ClonesFrogs. The pine marten let out a startled, rather undignified squeak, stumbling away. The three-legged child had never been in a fight before, brown eyes flickering as she began to panic.


    Handling her clanmates was difficult. Enemies? Well she'd never met an enemy before. The word itself was foreign - all she knew was these... Scary frogs were attacking. PAPA! She cried out through their bond, fur fluffing up, poofy tail swishing sharply side to side. She really didn't like this.


    [ Help
    I can't breathe cx ]
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  • CAN YOU IMAGINE? || OPEN, RAIN || STRUCK BY LIGHTNING

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]That was awfully nice of Marley to keep them out of the rain. Biting her lip, Lessa glanced up at Plaguekit and quickly shook her head. She knew Vader, but didn't know what was happening now, and when Marley was attacked, Lessa responded instinctively. The three-legged pine marten wouldn't stand by while a clanmate was attacked. "HEY!" She cried out, this time pushing her voice to the limit, manipulating the sound to make it as loud as she could, maybe to hurt his ears, get him to turn around, anything.


    "S-STOP!"


    [ where did y'all's muse come from? ^.^' ]
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  • fairly local — open, mass meet and greet

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Oh. Umm. The girl blinked, at a loss. She had seen Vader angry before, and didn't exactly desire to see it again, yet she didn't want to ignore a request from Praguekit of all people. She liked the tiger cub. He was easy to talk to. Lessa bit her lip, digging her little claws in the grass. She didn't believe Vader was up to anything, and the oblivious youngling could hardly guess his thoughts... She trusted both cyborg lion and tiger cub.


    Ears flicking back, Lessa's eyes gleamed slightly apologetically as she stayed close to Praguekit.


    [ mobile && the urge to draw Lessa and a protective Prague is so strong c: ]
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  • CAN YOU IMAGINE? || OPEN, RAIN || STRUCK BY LIGHTNING

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Tears were brimming in her eyes. The pine marten couldn't tell if what was streaking down her already drenched face was the rain, or tears. Neither would be surprising. Her dark brown eyes blazed in something new - anger. Perhaps Kylo was getting to her; he was almost always irritated at something, but she wasn't going to stand by and be okay when someone was hurting a clanmate. A kind clanmate too. Marley had been trying to keep her and Plague dry. That was nice!


    She knew others were getting hurt by her voice, she could hear Tempest saying 'ow' but did her best to ignore it. Her own ears, her lungs burned. She had never manipulated her voice in such a way before. She didn't want to. She was fine being the quiet girl she was. Lessa didn't know why someone would hurt others on purpose, she didn't understand. She couldn't figure it out. The puzzle pieces weren't fitting.

    What the kriff was a wife anyway? That was a new word. It made him angry. The child couldn't grasp the reasoning behind it, but Marley was in pain, and she wasn't going to stand by. She couldn't. Prague was in her way, he wanted to keep her from getting hurt. She swore she could hear Padmé's voice against the rain, but pushed past it.


    She dug her teeth into her lips, paw digging into the sticky, moist ground, before she finally couldn't stand back anymore. "YOU-YOU'RE HURTING HIM! STOP!" It hurt. Her ears rang continuously. Her head pounded like a sack of bricks. Tears streaming down her face, Lessa aimed to push past Praguekit, but stumbled instead, falling on her chin. She sniffled softly, ignorant of the mud on her face. "STOP!"


    Why? Lessa didn't understand. He had to stop. He had to.
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  • || Plot with a quirky orphan kid? ||

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Thread/friendship with Lessa?
    Also, might I suggest StormClan?
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  • LEMONADE -- private

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]"G-grandpa Han," she beamed, clearly fond of the oldest Solo. "M-my papa h-has a duel al-allegiance w-with Win-WindClan, so-so he-he's here some-sometimes, b-but my gran-grandpa s-stays in Storm-StormClan an-and Bli-BlizzardClan." Neither had been fond of her going off on her own, but refused to be more close than they had to be. Lessa didn't quite understand why her father was out of the picture for a while until they joined StormClan; she'd been wondering when he'd catch up. Han hadn't been so happy. Why three? The pine marten shuffled her paws embarrassedly. "W-well, I-I l-like to ex-explore, b-but I did-didn't wan-want to l-leave StormClan; wh-when I foun-found Bli-BlizzardClan wi-with grandpapa, we-we joined, an-and when papa an-and I c-came here, I-I de-decided I-I wanted to-to sta-stay here too."


    A mother? Lessa's eyes gleamed for a moment, filled with wonder. This wasn't the first someone mentioned a mother to her, but she still didn't quite grasp the concept, having never knowing one herself. She remembered the conversation with Vader, inquiring what a mother was like, and whether she should have one or not. Her face fell for a split second, recalling he had said he should think so. Spidersilk, she thought, Spidersilk was very motherly. The difficulty, Lessa supposed that wasn't surprising. The idea of a mom still perplexed her, but she did her best to understand.


    "B-but do you c-care about me?" Lessa ducked her head down sheepishly. "Y-yeah!" She exclaimed softly. She didn't play often with others, sticking to herself. She couldn't keep up with the other kids half the time, so it was better that way in her opinion, but it didn't mean she wanted to be alone. Plaguekit seemed different than the others anyway; they understood each other it seemed. "D-d-do... D-do you? M-me, I-I-I mean."
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  • this is gospel > open, may celebrations

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Did she come with StormClan today? Nope, she happened to be here the day of the celebrations, but upon spotting Spidersilk she grinned. Lessa wasn't very fond of social events, but had been drawn over by curiosity and some familiar faces - or rather like two really. Seeing Praguekit, the pine marten wobbled over to the tiger cub's side, beaming up at the StormClan deputy. "H-H-Hi m-miss Spi-Spidersilk," she greeted softly.
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  • DEVIL IN GUCCI && MENTAL CONDITIONING / TRAINING

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Mental whats? The little pine marten looked a little uncertain, but slowly wobbled over after a few moments hesitation. Well... It was training, right? She should... Do that then. She could learn, even if she didn't really understand what Blueberry meant by 'mental attacks'.
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  • || Plot with a quirky orphan kid? ||

    Loner。 wrote:


    sure. what clan should I make the thread in? stormclan?


    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Sure. Any of her three clans are fine with me, so StormClan definitely works.
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  • DUDE, THAT'S MY JAM | Open

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px][ Ah, late, sorry.
    && Yes, Lessa wanted to coke. c; ]


    Lessa smiled, albeit sheepishly before quickly nodding. She didn't want to trouble anyone, but without someone carrying her she might get behind quickly. That would be no good. Pabu just blinked a mechanical eye, glancing at Poe, but remained silent. He was here to keep the little rabbit out of trouble. And... An adventure did sound interesting.
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  • SCIENCE | Open, Task

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Robotics? That sounded like something her father did... At least, it sounded like it. Pabu was a robot right? Lessa had no intention of building anything herself, as she was rather attached to her droid companion - he was built specifically for her by her father, and kept her company often.


    The little pine marten silently wobbled over, keeping her distance from the crowd around Poe, but attentive. The fire ferret droid sat beside her, mechanical eyes ever watchful.
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  • windclan chat thread version who knows

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]@Owlie; that muse tho, I... I don't know how to even match ^.^'


    && I love torturing my characters so much, be prepared for some power backlash on poor Les.
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  • open, temporary(?) hearing loss ☆ 'CUZ I LOST MY VOICE WHILE DOING THE SAME

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]May it be said it's not a good idea to overuse an unfamiliar ability. Not when there was the risk of hurting one self, but the little pine marten wasn't one to often think or consider her own health. She wasn't one to commonly call upon the Force in an offensive manner, nor one to raise her voice. The girl had done such the day before.


    The ringing in her ears had faded into nothingness. She woke up to silence, and her soft voice gone from shouting. The day was often quiet when she woke, as she rose early, with the sun. The ground was muddy, and Lessa was hesitant to wobble out of the nursery, glaring at a dim, but clear sky. Her rounded ears flicked, and perked up.


    Nothing.
    Silence.
    Nothing but deafening silence.


    Maybe the world was... Just quiet today. The russet colored fem sat outside the nursery, sitting unusually still for the energetic mustelid. Her dark brown eyes were fixed on a blue sky. As usual, she scooted away from her clanmates, letting them pass her by without much thought. As an hour, then perhaps two passed, the child was restless, but frightened, sitting still, stiff, little, sharp claws digging into the ground.


    Grasping strange, new concepts wasn't a talent she possessed. It confused her, didn't register in her brain, but she understood that the world was not silent. Birds sang. Crickets chirped. Flies made an irritating but silly buzzing sound when they passed your ears. And her clanmates...


    They were speaking to one another... Right? Speech was sound. Right? Lessa clawed at the grass, ears flattened against her skull, chest rising and falling quicker and more unevenly as realization dawned on her. She couldn't hear. Sound still existed. It was still there. Right? Where could sound go after all? That didn't make sense...


    It didn't make sense. She couldn't hear. Cannot hear.


    What's happening? I'm scared.


    [ Relates to this thread here. May or may not be permeant. ]
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  • windclan chat thread version who knows

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    This is just going to progress into Sedatephobia, I know it.
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  • windclan chat thread version who knows

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Yep.


    OMG I'm dying so hard right now.


    Yes, she would totally do that.
    She'd literally just attach herself to him because he's a constant sound.
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  • windclan chat thread version who knows

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]This is how that'd literally go;
    "I'll make noise for you"
    "YES!" *follows EVERYWHERE*
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  • windclan chat thread version who knows

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Omg Hat. My torture characters are literally Lessa and Cynthia. I have the most muse to break them down emotionally and physically.


    ShAdOw ; what does that mean!? I swear if the two of you are planning to hurt Han


    @Owlie; that would be a adorable; I need to actually try drawing Lessa at least once, tbh. I need to, as a pine marten or as rabbit. I just need to draw her at some point.
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  • !! STAR WARS PLOT ???

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Oh my gosh; I support REY PALPATINE
    That is glorious cx
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  • open, temporary(?) hearing loss ☆ 'CUZ I LOST MY VOICE WHILE DOING THE SAME

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]It was the nice main coon. Lessa rather liked the adviser, finding her gentle words reassuring. However now, it wasn't the case. The pine marten could sense her presence, turning her head slightly away from the sky, brown eyes flickering in confusion and fright. Padmé's was most definitely speaking; she could see the motion of her lips, but the sound her ears did not catch.


    Subconsciously she had stretched out her senses, despite being able to hear; just being able to see the rest of the camp, to sense, to smell - it was better than nothing. Lessa. The girl jumped in surprise, snapping her eyes up to her father, lips trembling as she looked about ready to start crying.


    What's wrong? Her ears drooped, paws shaking as she slowly shook her head. The pine marten opened her mouth, but then no sound came from there either, her voice gone for the day from crying out the night before. Where is sound, papa? Where did it go?


    [ Guys oh my gosh, it's the 11! Lessa's old enough to be an apprentice! ]
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  • disinfect the scene || joining

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