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Bones was nervous, but not nervous. She was afraid she would say something wrong or too smart. Or maybe she would bore him, make him mad, or- she had to stop these thoughts. She paused from her pace to take a breath and then continued onward.

The femme noticed the slight chill, her fur not yet thick enough to protect her. She paid no mind to it. She was too excited and nervous to even acknowledge the breeze. When the pale light casted her shadow, she had to look up. Huh. The clouds had parted enough for the moon and stars to shine their beautiful light. And light her path. She was glad for the light, for twice her nose had been cut slightly by unseen thorns. She could smell some of the blood and licked her nose to swipe it away, not wanting to alarm Phantomstep.

Bones let out a small sigh of relief as the trees started to grow scarcer, revealing a cliff and a slightly large figure. She recognized the figure as the older feline she was suppose to meet. Now while Bones was a dercho, Phantomstep was still older by at least a moon.

The femme slowed her pace to easy walk. Nerves made her twitch her tail tip. She stopped before she came within earshot of the tom. She cleared her throat.

"Hi, Phantomstep." She was able to say with out stuttering. Now that the tom knew she was here, she padded forrlward and took a seat next to him, gazing up at the section of moon and stars.

Bones padded forward. She really needed to work on battle moves. Her hunting may be lousy, but you should see her fighting. If she was to live she would need to defend, right? She took a seat, waiting for whoever to partner up with her.

Bones was holding back a laugh at his fumble for words. Then, when he spoke of talking about things on their minds, she focused her yellow olive green orbs on him. Her? To good for him? He honestly had it backwards.

As she listened to him, she couldn't help but think on how handsome he was. A nice voice, young, muscular, honestly everything a fae could wish for. When he finished talking, she laughed lightly and nodded.

"Yeah. I suppose we should skip that, wouldn't want awkwardness, eh?" She answered. She thought for a moment. "Well. On the way here I constantly fell. Let's just say the prey wasn't running away from me, more like laughing at me." She admitted, gazing into his eyes. She loved that color. She loved him. Catching herself staring, she looked away, pelt heating up.

Ach! Stupid rogues. Bones had successfully brought down her first prey; a mouse. But some rogues had shown up and attempted to take it. Bones fought.

Now look at her. She was laying on her side, a nick in the ear, and a nice wound stretching from her shoulder to her elbow, bleeding all over StormClan turf. And what could she do? Nothing.

Bones gave a weak smile as Spidersilk came up. "Hi. And I think I could walk." She said, her voice cracking with the slight pain. She pricked her ears when Phantomstep came up. "Hey." She greeted him, again her voice cracking. "Some rogues. I'm not quite sure who, I just know they left." She added. Her yellowish eyes looked up at Phantomstep.

Bones shrugged, wincing at the shoulder wound, realizing she had made that mistake.

//A wound from the top of her left shoulder that stretches to her left elbow, a nick in the left ear and a torn claw in her right foot.

Bones nodded. ¨Very much so. The closest star to us, aside from our sun, would take over 700 years to reach.¨ She stated, looking back at the tom. It was then she was caught. Cupid had been shooting arrows and she had been dodging them much to long. He finally caught her with a grenade. Her heart fluttered just looking at him and she could feel a warmth that started at the bottom of her chest and attacked the metal fences around her heart, breaking them down and claiming her heart as its own.

Bones would hum the tune. And when Darky ended the song, she smiled, slowly padding up to the she. "You are the moon." She identified the song from a foot distance.

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Full name Temperance Brennan
Pronunciation Temper-rance Bren-nan
Name meaning none
Nicknames Bones

Birth date July 4
character creation date January 2016
Physical Age 11 moons
Mental age 11 moons

Sex Female
Gender Female

powers none

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Brennan is an utmost scientist.

Her scientific approach to life results as her being an atheist, highly critical toward any religion, and at the same time she believes in the death penalty. Her being an atheist and judgmental about religion had led to more than one argument with Rwell, who is a Roman Catholic and arguably defensive of his faith.

Brennan's character develops in the second moon if her being in the group where she refers to the rest of the group as "our squints" even though the term "squints" is predominately used by Rwell when he described the group, Brennan included.

Bones' emotional detachment results in a lack of social skills, so she either has trouble understanding jokes or comments related to male-female relationships, or she just chooses to ignore it.

Despite Bones's extensive knowledge of anthropology, she is quite unaware of pop culture, and her old group, particularly Rwell, liked to tease her about it. A once running gag in the group is someone making an obvious popular culture reference and she blankly states "I don't know what that means," and she is somewhat excited on the rare occasion that she does understand them.

Brennan, due to her lack of social skills, insults most people she comes across without realizing it, and she constantly derides religion; she once stated that god was fictional within feet of an elderly priest. She also insults smarta*sess by claiming her working environment or field of study are superior to theirs, or that study done in her area of expertise is more likely to result in a cause of death than work done in theirs.

Brennan also displays an exceptionally strong sense of integrity. Rwell commented to his best friend that one of the things that "makes her Bones" is that she does not feel pressure to do or say anything she does not want to and that no one can force her to.

personality type Realist

Strengths Her smarts
Weaknesses Her atheism

Fears losing Phantomstep
Phobias Snakes
Mental/emotional traumas Rwell's death

Mental state Great
Sanity sane
Mental illness(es) none

Morality Amazing. She can smell lies from a mile away.
Alignment great

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A dark grey tabby she-cat. She is tall and lean, more likely bred for running than fighting or hunting. Unlike other tall and lean cats, she actually is very graceful and never makes a mistakes when working with her paws. She has a long tail.
Thanks to a fight with some rogues, she has a nick in her right ear and a hardly visable scar that runs from her left shoulder to her left elbow.

main body A domesticated feline
other bodies null

eye color yellow
fur color excluding her dark grey stripes, grey
height 16 feet at the shoudler
weight 10 pounds

accessories none

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Bones had lived in a small group, hidden far away from the clans. She was always a loner, a theif, always getting in trouble. Yet she was smart. Too smart One day, she got caught. She got exiled. When she left, a little tom-kit named Rwell came along with her. Now, she had seen this tom-kit around with a friend when they had attempted to stop her, but failed.
The two went on a journey. And just on the border of StormClan, Rwell was mauled by a dark cat. Bones wanted to save Rwell, but she couldn't. She believes it was her fault. She also believes that dark cat is still hunting her down.
Then she met Phantomstep.

mother Truth
father Dinga
siblings none
other relationships none

crush Phantomstep
spouse none, yet
sexuality heterosexual
turn ons Kind, strong, sensible
turn offs idiotic, weak

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Bones hissed slightly at him touching her ear, but made no move to stop him. Instead she lay there, tail tip twitching and eyes wandering to catch the face of Phantomstep, only to find Dottie was blocking the view. She sighed slightly, staring straight ahead and allowing him to do his job.

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Bones perked her ears at Spidersilk. "Hey, Spidey." She said, using the nickname for the ebony furred she-cat. Bones stood, wincing slightly at her new shoulder wound, turned her yellow gaze to Spidersilk. "So... what now?" She questioned, gazing around at the fog around her and then turning back to the black she-cat before her.

Bones nodded when Spidersilk corrected her. Everybody referred to Temperance as Bones. Thanks to her friend Rwell. It bothered her. Rwell had been slaughtered by this dark figure. And when he left, he took Rwell with him. Bones had felt heartbroken when that happened. Heck she even felt the dark force was chasing her, tracking her down. Then she met Phantomstep. Did anybody else know of their relationship? Of course not silly! Neither one of them had told. Atleast not Bones. She quickly realized she had zoned out when she saw the ebony she-cat wasn't next to her anymore. She quickly hobbled her way over.
"Correction: The conch is rounded shape so all of the sounds enter in it. When you put your ear to it, you can hear all of those sounds." She corrected. "It just sounds like the ocean."

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Bones ate the herb, but when he mentioned her torn her claw, she looked at it, lifting her right paw. The claw dangled, holding on desperately. "There isn't no way this claw is gonna heal. Just remove it. I still of three other full sets of claws. One missing isn't gonna hurt me." Bones said, thring to sound brave. Actually, she knew this was gonna hurt like a Son of a *. But she would just have to work with it.

"I don't care. Which ever removes the claw quicker." Bones said. She sighed. Why her? Why? She growled quietly and waited for Dottie to make his choice.