Posts by LITTLE SNOWY

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Chouette was rather saddened as she watched the monarch butterfly take off, starting of shakily, then getting better as it flapped harder. Her sky blue gaze was fixed on the flying spirit glided into the sky, into it had disappeared. She wondered if her friend was trying to contact her, making sure the youngling was ok.

The serval would then turn back to Padmé, her head tilting towards the side a little. Hello! She would greet, a purr rumbling slightly in her throat. Something about the other reminded her of her mother, the same actions and possibly looked the same. It was like Padmé was a clone of her mother. The thought of it quickly saddened the femme but none less would still brightly smile. She would then nod to confirm the girl's next words. Yea...But i think you where at my joining, Chouette would add, her tail lashing as she was curious in thought.Then momentarily speaking once again. Anyway I'm Chouette, and you are?

&& there hows this? I had to cut it short for i thought I responded but it got deleted ;.;

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Chouette was continually finishing the sketch she was currently working on until Salem arrived. The youngling would offer the other her attention as she would drown on about questions. Thanks... I just finished! She would chirp, pride swelled in her voice. Hmm, probably about three to four minutes or so... And nice to meet you Salem! She would quickly add, a quirkiness added to her features.

As Suiteheart arrived, the girl would offer a small smile to the polar bear. Thanks! And it's nice to meet you to Suiteheart! Chouette would settle down her art journal, grabbing a sip from her tasty refreshment. If you guys have a request that I can draw i'm open! Just nothing bad... Please... Sometimes some would pay for her to draw blood and gore. And some alcoholic drinks and cigars, but as usual she would decline there request.

Ummmm

Buttercup? Idk

Ah thank you!

Dittoing Lace!

CANDYSKIES

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Defense training? It seemed like a good course to take, especially if something bad happens to her or someone messes with her. But mostly would be used for defense, just like Helix said.

Chouette would pad over, curiosity filled her features as her sky blue optics skimmed the unknow male, overing him a quirky smile. Count me in! She would mew, taking a seat, waiting for more to participate in the training session.

&& rushed ;.;

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Nice to meet ya to! She'd respond, her sky blue optics lightened in color. It was rather surprising to the girl, for Padmé sounded even the same as her mother. Careful, Kind, Caring, Chouette could drone on and on about her mothers sweet personality. Maybe she was a clone...no! She shouldn't just carelessly stereotype someone as a clone, even she knew better than that.

Chouette would continue to look around the territory hastily, her milky white paws shuffled. Her optics would then retract to Padmé, feeling a sadden feeling sinking in her chest. The girl would then shake her head slightly, then pricked her ears forward in interest. Umm... Did you use to be a mother? You just seem like one... And you act like my mom... Chouette would keep the second opinion in her mind, waiting for an answer, her paws shuffling again as a numbing feeling swept over her.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Chouette would smile at Lacelock's request, rising to her ivory paws. Be right back! She would chirp, then running over to her den, entering it for a moment, then coming back with a wide canvas. At Lacelock's request felt the need to be painted so why not?

The small serval would then drag a couple of paint buckets behind her. She would first trace out the flowers and butterflies with a pencil to mark out. The girl was almost done sketching out the flowers then sketching the butterflies making them seemingly flutter on top of them. One would rest on the flower.

Once she was done the youngling would open up paint cans than painting the small painting. Once she was done with the dark blue butterflies where done, Chouette would then put her small name in the corner to state that she drew it. She didn't need anyone to copy her work. Not that she was accusing Lacelock of stealing.

Once she was done, the girl would get up and give Lacelock the painting, a small smile tugging on her lips, parting then a bit. Here ya go!

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Ahh Francis. He was there when she joined BlizzardClan if Chouette could recall the event. But he seemed...of... The small serval would be next to arrive, her sky blue optics widened at the canine's figure. He looked..terrible! The youngling would rush over, stopping besides Margaery. She had never witnessed a drunken clan mate, so Chouette would turn towards the other femme, worry filled her optics. What's wrong with him?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]O-oh... Chouette felt like a jerk. She wish she'd take the words back, or somehow go back in time to stop herself, but the damage was done. Now she had to live with it. Curiosity does kill a cat.
I'm...I'm sorry... The girl continued, her ears pinned slightly against her skull. It must have been awful, do just die after giving birth.

Something clicked inside her. Mentally. It was like a switch was clicked, for the next moment bad memories terrified her. Everything flooding back, ripping apart the good memories. It made the girl just want to cry. Gullible. Crybaby. Weak. She could hear those three words rattle in her head, made her shake. Tears welled in her blue optics, glimmering at the corner of her optics, ready to fall and stain her features. Chouette tried to fight it, tried to stay calm. But she was shaking more visibly now, as a single tear fell, missing her cheek, staining the ground floor beneath her.

Then once again all the terrible thoughts where completely gone, as like the switch was clicked yet again. The girl proceed to shake away the tears, feeling her headache reach into her mind once again, creating a dull pain at the back of her mind. I'm sorry... She slowly added. I-I don't know what came over me... It then slipped out of her lips. W-what if...I was your daughter?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Not a problem! Chouette would add, turning to face upcoming Lucinda, offering the other a small smile. She would then move the stack of papers and art supplies closer to the canine for her to use. It reminded her of her and her little sister just coloring and drawing having lemonade, and a radio replay there favorite music. Back then when everything was sane.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Chouette felt s bubbly feeling rise in her chest,making the girl swell in pride. R-really?She would ask, tears rolling down her face. Happy tears. She had a new mother. A mother that would never leave her, not even on the darkest of nights.

The tears would stain her features as the girl would aim to pull her mother into a embrace, savoring this happy memory. A core memory.

&& ;.; rushed

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Oh no no no no! This whole situation kept getting chaotic the second. Everyone was ready to unsheathe there weapons, and her mom was on the field, and that last thing she needed was to be alone once again. Everyone was ready for a fight, but not her. She couldn't make a difference anyhow and was to afraid of the First Order's power.

So for now the small chocolate colored serval would quickly go to Pamé's side, huddling besides her mom. She would then lightly shake her arm, trying to get her attention. Mom...what's happening? She would whisper, her head tilt towards the side, her sky blue optics glowed in a light hue.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Yay! Chouette squealed with delight, tightly hugging her adoptive mother in protection. The girl would then let go, offering her mother a bright smile. So many things just changed in her world. But lucky thy where good things to encounter.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]Me too~! It was nice...having a family again. She missed having a mother most of all, since everything her original mother and her did. But now Padmé will finally allow her to actually let her fight, or atleast defense.

&& bro check the first order thread i have a feeling that somethings gonna happen and Chou's there 030

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]"Stay behind me Sweety."

Chouette would nod her head and slowly back behind her mother, still watched as the scene rolled. As Lessa appeared, the girl tilted her head. Who was she? She seemed important. The voices would to oddly quiet to hear except the word. Jedi.

Any crack/ normal ships with Chou?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]He was so close, it slightly set off the child. Chouette would pad besides Lucina, giving Neue a slight glance. Sir? She would murmur, her head tilted slightly. The whole situation seemed a bit scary, and worrying.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -5px]First Francis and now Blue. Drunk. Pot. She didn't really now the herb to well, or anything at all, but was rather shocked at it's effects.

Chouette would come up to the rapidly growing group, seemingly to crowd around drunken Blue. The others unusual behavior was rather silly and slightly made the youngling chuckle a little. As it seemed the brownies that Blue ate someone made him act all silly, she would avoid the dish. Three? Three brownies would usually give the girl a sugar high. Why? Was all she would ask, her head tilt towards the side in curiosity.