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hnnnnng. I feel like I'm missing somethingand that's horrible gear omfg
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Where the fuck am I? Approaching the scent-marker that was clearly a dead giveaway that someone was residing there, the dark-furred clouded leopard's lip curled in a look of slight disgust as she surveyed the terrain. It looked fucking weird, that's all she could describe it as. Though, she couldn't help but feel the grip of anxiety clawing at the pits of her stomach and clawing viciously. "Um... hello??" she called out, her voice drawing out on the 'o' as she glanced around. Fuck, did she have to sit here until someone came to tell her to fuck off? "Motherfucker..." she muttered under her breath, glancing behind her at the pouch that held a little rodent inside who was making a shit ton of noise which was obnoxious. Though, she couldn't help but giggle a little at the high-pitched squeals. "Dude, quit it."
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"Okay, this place smells like ass and chips," The slightly self-satisfied female snorted to herself, her voice a few octaves lower so no one would hear her. That would be a disaster, wouldn't it? Fuck, she was talking to herself for fuck's sake. The melanistic clouded leopard slowly approached the salty smelling group, her nose scrunching up briefly. Ear twitching, her chocolate colored optics gazed around with a mixture of interest and uneasiness overwhelmed her. What if the people here didn't like her? Made fun of her? Fuck 'em up. That's what ya do. Of course, Butterflypaw was too much of a lil' bitch to actually do something but in her mind, she'd like to imagine snapping someone's neck if they insulted her. But, she was prone to laughing things off or even biting back with harsh words as a retaliation. "Um, hello? Knock knock. I'm at your... uh... metaphoric door."
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Did... did he fucking hear her? The fuck? Did he have some sort of supernatural hearing shit? Butterflypaw chuckled nervously, darting her eyes around for a second so she didn't have to make eye contact. God, she hated that. Like, staring into someone's eyes was really weird. Why was that even a thing? "Uh, er, cool?" she stammered, pushing her tongue against the ring within her lower lip. How may Sun-what help her? The fucking hell was Sunclan? Some type of cult? Or... club? "The fuck is Sunclan?"
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Another one came along. They both carried the same scent but still distinctive to be able to identify them individually. But, she couldn't a name to it since they hadn't introduced themselves. So... Sunclan was a group and not a cult that worshiped the sun? Excellent. "Uh, um, sure yeah, why not? I'll join this group thing, I guess. What exactly do you do, though?"
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Occupying herself by subconsciously drawing random shapes and letters within the ground, she avoided looking up or looking at the two. Nothing special? So, they were just boring people? Fucking excellent, Laya. You hit the motherfucking jackpot and joined a group of boring fucks. Dear, god. All she wanted to do was go back to her friends and travel with them. She felt lonely with them gone. She didn't feel comfortable either nor safe. Fuck, how was she going to survive in this shithole without being able to laugh and shit? She couldn't crack her jokes and mimic dank memes if her friends weren't there to laugh with her. "Uh, Butterflypaw. Call me Laya, if ya want since my name is too long to fucking say quickly." she awkwardly chuckled, a smile spreading across her muzzle though it was obviously because she was nervous.
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The voice slightly startled the apprentice, her head snapping into Cassius' direction as he spoke and slid out from the foliage with ease. As his monotonous, accented voice once again reached her ears, she raised an eyebrow and glanced around. "Uh, nice to meet you," she mumbled, offering an awkward smile as she briefly looked at his face and made eye contact only for a split second before looking somewhere else. Name and business? Was there some sort of protocol with loners on their borders? Weird. "Ah, my name's Butterflypaw. Call me Laya," Butterflypaw noticed how he looked behind himself, wondering what the fuck he was looking at. Was he paranoid just as much as her? Oh, yippie someone else who suffered from something that went hand and hand with anxiety. As Cassius looked behind her and asked what was in her bag, a grin burst on to her lips. "Pepper, my pet Guinea pig."
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Wus good?¿ So, Butterflypaw is basically a sad little fucker but she tends to it it s lot by cracking jokes and what not. She's actually easy to befriend but also easy to irritate - but she can't really hold grudges against people she cared about. Speaking of that, if you manage to become her close friend she'll cherish it for life if it lasts that long.Open To:
> - Ranting with your character (pick any topic. if she doesn't like it, she will explode)
> - Making friends (fairly easy, but must have interaction to see if they're compatible)
> - Rivals
> - Enemies (also fairly easy)
> - Have your character vent to her
> - Therapy session (have her talk to your character and give them advice)
> - Long term plots (*angrily nods* pLEASE)
>- Having a mentor
> - Having a sibling figure/adopted sibling (must have a lot of interaction and a strong bond)
> - Anything you wanna suggest? Just post it below!Closed To:
> - Any type of relationship
> - Litters
> - Death
> - Capture
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Ooo, a meeting. However, the voice made the female shiver slightly because it sounded so damn gravely and overall creepy. Spoopyyy. This was her... first meeting, she believed? Already Sunclan seemed really boring-- not much fun or entertaining things to do. Just like the Knights of Eden, which was high displeasing. Maybe she could make them fun? The fuck was she gonna do? Parties were an all-time favorite of hers but only if she had friends along and all her friends were missing. Which reminded her- she had to leave soon in order to find them. As Butterflypaw padded forward, she glanced around at the spaces which weren't many since a shitload of people and decided to take an empty seat. She knew no one and they all seemed... weird to her so she'd just be a loner and sit in an excluded area. Making a soft, whiny noise in her throat with her lips parted, her tail lashed with anxiety.The first parts of the meeting had gone completely over her head, though she paused as he said the word 'zombie.' Wait, zombie? What the fuck. The undead were walking? "Oh, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck..." she whispered repeatedly under her breath, feeling her stomach bubble up and start flipping. Fuck, now she was nauseous. Kill a zombie by stabbing it in the head... I already fuckin' knew that. It was obvious, wasn't it? If it was dead and it still 'conscious' then slitting its throat won't do a damn thing. The brain must have something to do with it, so might as well take that out. The rest of what Phantom said were just words-- nothing she really comprehended since her mind was traveling thousands of miles away from this boring gathering. She became a little distracted easily.
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She didn't know where she was going. She was just... exploring, maybe? Which was making her extremely nervous and even managed to slip out a few sounds that were both whiny sounded almost close to a growl. She disliked being alone- especially walking around new places. What if someone just outright attacked her and she was unprepared? Plus, she wasn't sure how to fight anyway since she'd never been in one. But, she knew where to specifically hit but what if they hit her first? Fuck, so much to think about. Butterflypaw paused as she spotted a child, someone who looked younger than her about a few months. The clouded leopard raised an eyebrow as she saw him pat his paws against the ground, snickering lightly and attempting to stifle an amused smile. However, when they wrote something in the dirt, she took a few steps forward and craned her neck to see the writing. "Falling...paw?" she murmured, glancing at Omorose briefly and staring at the ground. "Um... can you.. not speak or somethin'?"
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Newleaf was quite the appealing season; with light showers and the occasional thunderstorm, plant life flourished because of the constant arrival of rain. With successful vegetation came an abundance of prey after months of winter. Small fingers of sunlight reached in through the lichen that hang from the rock caverns that the apprentice's resided, shining directly into Wisteriapaw's face. A groan of displeasure erupted in her throat, a creamy white arm lifting to lay across her eyes. The heavy dew in the air stuck to her long coat, giving it a slightly damp feel which was a bit refreshing. The silence in the camp had been serene, hearing nothing but the faint call of a bird which was followed by a few others. Everyone must still be asleep, she supposed she would have to get up. The early bird catches the worm, thought the feline as a sigh escaped her maw.The ginger and white tabby pushed herself up on to her paws, her upper body sinking down as she stretched her forearms. Her spine arching which was followed by a series of satisfying cracks, a soft purr rumbling in her chest as she pushed through the thin moss hanging at the entrance and was met with the humid air. Parting her jaws in a yawn, her sharp ivories flashing in the sunlight for a few moments as she shook out her moist pelt, the apprentice flickered her eyes around to find the camp basically empty. Huh... no patrols? She had hoped Heatherstar wou-
Speaking of the long-furred leader, the female was sitting in front of the willow tree at the center of camp. Ears twitching, Wisteriapaw slowly made her approach over to the she-cat. "Good, uh, morning, Heatherstar.." she greeted with a curt nod of her head.
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The young apprentice's mossy green gaze trailed toward the willow tree that stood before them, she watched it with awe painted across her dainty features. Such a beautiful sight to look at every second of the day. Although, she didn't have much time to stop and watch the breathtaking giant, which was saddening, she had training. She hadn't been assigned a mentor yet ever since she was dropped off suddenly, so she took it upon herself to build her abilities on her own. She went out and attempted to hunt, trying to perfect a hunter's crouch - she was making progress. Her battle skills were still in need of improvement, but usually everything had room for improvement. Even those who are flawless in what they do they could still work to better themselves.Pawsteps tapped behind her, her ears twitched at the nearing sound and her head turned so she stared at the cat that approached. Burdockfoot. He was up early. She supposed the clan was beginning to stir and awaken, waking to greet those who were already up and about. As the warrior addressed them both, Wisteriapaw pivoted her body so she faced him and she tipped her head slightly. "Good morning, Burdockfoot," she murmured, having noticed his lingered gaze and furrowing her eyebrows a tad. Had he been studying her? Was there something on her face she had no knowledge of? Oh, fox dung! She lifted a paw to passively wipe across her face, sighing internally with relief as she turned her paw over so her pad was in her direction. Not a single speck of dirt.
The olive-eyed feline flickered her optics back on to the tom, subconsciously sinking her teeth into the inside of her left cheek. She quickly diverted her orbs so she wouldn't be caught staring, instead focusing on Juniperfoot. "Good morning." she mewed, watching the she-cat stride over to the fresh-kill pile. A churn began in her stomach followed by a soft growl and a rumble, signaling to her that she was, in fact, hungry. Ah, should she eat? Hm, perhaps. She was planning on being on a morning patrol so she better keep her strength up. Switching her attention back on to the two older felines, she cleared her throat briefly. "The two of you want any breakfast? I'm sure your bellies are begging to be fed." she chuckled, her tone light as a smile spread across her lips.
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anyone wanna be friends with Blazingpaw? gotta develop his social circleBlazingpaw and Wisteriapaw can be friends! c:
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The yowl from Heatherstar alarmed the apprentice, tilting her head up so her olive gaze landed on her. Meeting? Padding forward to settle down by the willow tree, her full attention upon the long-haired feline. Ah, she wondered what this small gathering was to be about; perhaps choosing the new deputy or Cloudygaze having finally picked out a suitable apprentice. Either sounded pretty good since both were needed to keep the clan moving. Hm, so there was a famine going around? Newleaf usually brought a numerous amount of prey... what happened? Frowning, Wisteriapaw felt concerned for the health of the clan with a new shortage of food. Hearing her name being called along with Cherrypaw, she tensed up slightly. Taking a step forward to stand beside the other said apprentice, she cast a glance in her direction before returning her optics to her leader.[ eh short, lame post. also rushed ]