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  • A MAN ON A MISSION -- joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]The female still didn't know exactly why she was doing this. Yes, there were factors that meant life as a group would be better for her. Her tracking abilities would be recognised, and serve some use. She hadn't trained for a year and a bit to waste it on tracking prey. And, if something happened to her, she could be taken care of. When prey was scarce, it didn't depend on her catching them. But, standing on the border, it just felt wrong. Especially since the clan was likely to be cat dominated. The main reason was, of course, the difficulties that came with her heart condition. But she wouldn't tell anyone that. It was none of their business. Even if it was a pretty big deal, unfortunetly, to her.


    So she sat on the border, waiting to be approached.
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  • A MAN ON A MISSION -- joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]A child? The clan certainly worked differently. [b]"My name's Octavia. I'm hoping to join." She said, ignoring what she thought of as a child's ego talking. She felt a little nervous. This was a big desicion. But she tried to act confident.
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  • A MAN ON A MISSION -- joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]Suddenly the welcoming committee had gone from one kit to - well, actually lots of kits. And some others. Still, it was more then she'd seen in one place before. She was caught a little off guard that all she had to do was state she was joining. "What if I was a spy or something? Joining was really easy." It was plain to see she had no experience in the matter, as much as she tried to hide it.
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  • THIS IS MY SHOW || open, snow

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]Snow. Octavia's experience of it was purely professional. While snow could cover up the tracks, often prey relied on it too much. It also meant the target was less likely to travel further. Prints could be seen clearly if snow was no longer falling. Octavia didn't know how to say what she knew, though. So she didn't. Which left her standing, staring at the strange avian swearing because of snow. [b]"uh."
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  • A MAN ON A MISSION -- joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]The joking threat was more what she was usued to. She relaxed, just a little. [b]"Lucky for me then, huh?" She said, before looking around at the territory. "Okay, I didn't do my research. Could you explain to me how things are around here?"
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  • YESTERDAY IS OVER [-] open + human au

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]The tall, dark skinned woman had seen a fair bit of violence. She felt like a bit of punching herself at the moment, having come back from the doctors. Her heart was as stuffed as ever, it seemed. Not that she could get so excited, without all sorts of repercussions. Nodding at the two children, her tendril-like blond hair a contrast to her brown skin, she asked: [b]"Okay, ya guys clearing off yet?"
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  • low on self esteem so you run on gasoline - open

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]Octavia got the pains of hunting more then she cared to admit. Unable to participate in long chases, feeding herself had been very difficult. After she learnt to track, things had become easier. She could recognise, at least, where food was and she could try and catch it off guard. As such, she offered a phrase not usually upon her lips. [b]"Well done, kid."
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  • the perfect crime [+] open, raid planning

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]Octavia had approached because she thought the individual was making an announcement. When she heard it was about a raid, she wanted to withdraw, but didn't feel she could. [b]"Maybe a surprise attack?"
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  • the perfect crime [+] open, raid planning

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]Octavia's opinion on the flame-thing was that it definitely swore a lot. And that was okay, because Octavia got people like that. And even if she wouldn't participate in the actual raid - damn everyone would think her chicken - she could help out here.[b]"Damage? Fire's too mainstream. 'sides, as soon as some rain comes it magically disappears. Something harder to deal with. I don't know, rabies or somethin'."
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  • these shoes and this apron [open, skateboard

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]Octavia eyed the strange contraption a little warily. It looked bizare, and the femme had never enountered that sort of thing before. She formed opinions based on experience. And she had none. [b]"What is it?"
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  • these shoes and this apron [open, skateboard

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]At the offer, Octavia considered. It was appealing but... She shouldn't. [b]"Ah, no. Thanks anyway though, kid."
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  • [ dream dictionaries ] -- open + joiner

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]The female wasn't nervous. Her main experiences in the clan has been fraught with anxiety. It was almost liberating not having any now. Octavia could act more like her assertive, confident self again. She didn't say anything. The question had already been asked. She wasn't like those people who added on syllables just to hear their own voice.
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  • SITTING ON A PARK BENCH - open, lowkey singing wut

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]Octavia had her own talent, she felt no need to conquer any others. Tracking was far more useful then singing. Still, it did sound good. [b]"Prefer tracking, myself. Pretty good, though. "
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  • let's hope it sticks [open - joiner]

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]That guy could cuss. The guy who'd just teleported away, not the joiner. The joiner seemed nice enough. [b]"Octavia. Nice t'meet you."
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  • don't kill me for this oops || open, cryinggg

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]Damn. Octavia didn't know what to do wit h most kids in general, and ones who were crying for some reason or another sucked. She'd heard that talking was good, but it wasn't as if the kid would talk to her. She was no better then everyone else. Feeling her slight cynicism take ahold, the thought that everyone was equally damned. She awkwardly sat half in and half out of the hut, unsure what to do but she'd already taken the plunge. She said the first thing that came to mind, which probably wasn't a good idea with her. [b]"Me? I've heard talking helps. Sweets aren't bad, though."
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  • don't kill me for this oops || open, cryinggg

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px;margin-left: 20px;margin-top: 30px;height: 251px;overflow:scroll;][justify][color=slategrey][font=avenir][size=12][sup]Osi? Octavia didn't know who the person was. She looked at the faces of the others to see if they bore any recognition. She wanted to help, but she didn't know how. She didn't dare ask about this Osi person, by instinct or some other way she felt it would not turn out well. So, instead, she tried talking. She didn't exactly know what she said, but her tone attempted to be comforting. [b]"Do you think yourself weak for crying, kid? I do. I cry sometimes, about things that are dear to me. I don't know the answer, though. If crying is weak. I know it doesn't solve the problem, but nor does most other things. I'm a solitary person, this is my first clan. I haven't ever had people to confide in. Even now I don't know if I would. If I ever will. But you don't need to be afraid or embarrassed about your problems, kid. Everyone has them. "
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  • blood and gasoline — SKULLS RAID

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    Scroll, attacking all Skullclanners




    One moment there was a battle, more like a skirmish, between the two groups. Suddenly, the next minuscule moment, there was a purple-red dragoness, massive (and yet for her size she was light because of hollow bones, and cartalidge in many parts ) and fearsome. She was not aligned to either side. She had no loyalty to either. And yet, she had been attracted by the fight. Her turquoise-green eyes glowed with equal amounts arrogance and boredom. Having teleported in, she took a few seconds to consider the situation. On a whim, she decided to aid the Solticeclanners. Her motivations were not clear, but her might was.




    The cool winter air suddenly hardened, turning into a vast amount of icicles above Ghostpaw. They fell towards earth, ready to pierce and shatter. The air around them dropped to freezing, likely to stiffen up the feline's joints. Exposure for too long would be dangerous.
    With expert control she aimed her powers so that flames surrounded the seawitch , blocking her above, behind, front and to both sides. It visibly distorted the air into heat waves. She aimed to make it so the fire spread to the female's long fur. She didn't care if it killed or not.
    Next, the past events barely taking ten seconds, she turned her attention to Q. Enjoying the variation with her powers, she used her elemental powers to liquify the ground beneath him, it's consistency turning to mud. It sank down about five meters. If the attack did fully succeed, he would be trapped beneath the ground, but with a breathing tube Auresque created.
    In a typically Auresque, wanton movement, she summoned some of the herbs out of Berlin's paws, setting fire to the others, before aiming to knock the skullclanner out with a lighting shock.
    Finally, she aimed for Sanguine, aiming to teleport over and carry her into the sky, before dropping her once she got high enough. Whether or not this succeeded, the dragoness floated in the sky, held up by her four wings.

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