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♛ desertskies · Jun 5th 2016

using!

♛ desertskies · Jun 5th 2016

using 3!

♛ desertskies · Jun 5th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -45px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;][size=25pt][shadow=black,left][ ♛ -- DESERTSKIES ][/shadow][/size][/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; text-align: justify; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; text-transform: lowercase;]^{* BASICS
name » desertpaw
- past names deseree
- future names desertskies
- nicknames des
- name inspiration a friend of mine ( x )
gender identity » female (she/her/hers)
- sex female
- romantic orientation biromantic
- sexual orientation bisexual
alliance » seaglassclan
- current rank apprentice
- past ranks initiate
- past alliances scarclan
age » ten months}

^{* APPEARANCE
pelt type » tan tabby, medium length
eye color » greyish-blue
species » domestic cat
breed » part somali, part japanese bobtail
build » slender shoulders with long legs and a short tail, fluffy fur
mutations » n/a
scars » n/a
accessories » n/a
disabilities » born with a bad back leg, permanent limp as a result
former bodies » domestic cat/medium dragon ( past life )}

^{* PERSONALITY
positive traits » honest, responsible, dutiful
neutral traits » direct, strong-willed, calm
negative traits » insensitive, judgmental, self-blaming
MBTI personality type » istj
disorders » moderate social anxiety
fears » screwing up, doing something wrong and causing people to hate her
enjoys » singing (though she doesn't do it often), picking flowers, learning new things
detests » herself (at times), insects, water}

^{* RELATIVES
mother » npc
father » npc
sisters » n/a
brothers » n/a
aunts » n/a
uncles » n/a
offspring » n/a
generation » 1
NOTE - she is open to relations}

^{* RELATIONSHIPS
friends » n/a
enemies » n/a
crushes » n/a
mate(s) » n/a
- monogamous or polygamous/amorous? monogamous
mentor » n/a (she would be open to one)
apprentice » n/a}

^{* EXTRAS
belongings » a small stuffed ferret toy; very ratty and worn
powers » invisibility - discovered, controllable
flower prints - discovered, uncontrollable
conjuration - undiscovered
quirks » n/a
strengths » strategising/making plans
weaknesses » social interaction, especially in big crowds
belief(s) » atheist
political stance » n/a}

^{* OOC
character creation date » 6/5/2016
muse » 7/10
goals » n/a
graphics » n/a
awards » n/a
character inspiration » she's a reincarnation of a past character (see the past life link up by former bodies)}[/fancypost]

[size=1pt] #cloudlesstemplate please don't delete ♥[/size]

♛ desertskies · Jun 6th 2016

using two!

♛ -- desertskies · Jun 6th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]The she-cat on the border seemed malnourished and defeated. Her fur was lackluster and matted, and her eyes seemed dead. Her legs shook slightly as thoughts went through her head at a mile a minute. Desertpaw thought she might have to lie down, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to block out the ringing in her ears, or at least slow down the things going through her brain. She remembered things, sort of, but they weren't real memories. They were snippets. Snapshots. And then there was the whole she'd-never-seen-any-of-these-things-in-her-life part of it.

Her parents had died a few months back, leaving her an orphan. She'd bounced around, place to place, picking up the name Desertpaw before setting out again. Ever since their deaths, however, she'd been having these little vivid pictures of things. A soft, warm smile from someone she'd never met. Harsh, fiery pain in her back leg that she'd never felt. The taste of something sharp and minty that she'd never tasted. The visions came and went at a mile a minute, so fast that Des thought she might black out, and then they stopped. Her mind was clear, the ringing was gone, her vision straightened.

She was Desertpaw. Her parents were dead and she had no family. She didn't know any of the things that had just run through her head. She was lost, and alone, and cold. Pathetic is more like it. The thought entered her head without her consent, just sort of there, existing, poking fun at her. Desertpaw blinked down at the ground, considering, and then laid down. She felt hopeless. If she ever found the energy, she would get up and walk away. For now, her plan was to stay in that spot until that energy came or until she died.

Whichever came first.

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 6th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]Feeling alright? Well, that was rich. If she'd had the power, Des might've laughed. She looked up at the small crowd that formed with tired eyes, her expression blank as they swarmed around, speaking words that took a few moments to sink in. One specific question caught her attention and she looked towards the lioness, speaking in a cracked voice; [b]"Desertpaw. It's Desertpaw." At first, she'd struggled with introducing herself as Desertpaw. She had always gone to say Deseree, stumbling over herself, until she had finally gotten used to the new name. Though there'd been that one memorable time where all she could think was the letter L. God, there it was again; the ringing. No, Des. Just... just ignore it.

She turned her gaze to the one who had called herself a medic, a tiny spark in her exhausted eyes. It almost looked like hope. The feeling swelled in her stomach, but she forced it down. She couldn't hope, not just yet. Nothing was guaranteed with these people. "You can touch me." She said simply, lifting a shoulder in what might have been taken as a weak shrug.

Another beat passed, and then she realized they'd been talking about... demons? Well, she must have misheard that. Hearing things would have made sense, all things considered. She was already hallucinating. In fact, she could probably be called totally delusional. Hearing things would have just been the icing on the cake. Still, she looked back towards the lioness, feeling comforted by her gentle tone and motherly demeanor. "Um... possessed?"

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 6th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]Des noted that she didn't think 'don't worry about it' and 'small demon infestation' belonged in one sentence together, but that didn't seem important right now. The lioness brushed it off, so Desertpaw did the same. If she had to, she could come back to it later. She then turned to Lithiumpaw, her eyes wide. Was she going to stay? Excellent question. Desertpaw weighed her options. She could, although she didn't even really know where she was, which could come back to bite her in the ass at a later date. [b]"Uh... maybe? I don't know where I am, but if you're willing to take me in I could stick around." She needed a roof over her head and some people around her. It seemed like the visions lessened when there were things to distract her, and distractions were far and few between when Des was travelling by herself.

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 6th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]ScarClan was a blessing and a curse, most definitely. Things were tumultuous, given all the drama and the whole demon war thing, and sometimes Des just needed a break. She was profoundly grateful for ScarClan, of course. Everything they'd done for her was nothing short of a miracle; taking her in, nursing her back to health. It was everything she'd hoped to find in all the groups she had tried previously, all rolled into one. But still, things got crazy, especially lately. The gates-of-Hell-opening thing was really not appreciated by the she-cat in the slightest. It meant that she had to be careful, watch her back. Even now, as she sat in the calmest place she knew of, she was on high alert. She cast constant glances over her shoulder, her ears perked and her muscles tensed. She was poised to run, like a bird about to take flight.

The approach of another startled her and she crouched down to hide herself, pressing her body into the tall grass like she was hoping she might become one with it. Desertpaw watched as the stranger settled, rustling around in a bag and pulling out a book. As she began summoning up flowers, Des' eyes widened. Holy *.

It wasn't that the apprentice didn't know that there were others in the world with the same abilities that she had, but she did know that she'd never met any of them before. Then again, did this count as meeting? Probably not. Still, Des watched in wonder and awe as the other cat - who seemed to be about her age - summoned plants and herbs with ease. The ScarClan female sat in silence, observing, until the stranger began to move away.

She blinked, watching for a moment, before stumbling over herself to catch the female. Desertpaw called out [b]"wait, don't go!" in the stranger's general direction, before promptly tripping over her paws and falling flat on her face.

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 6th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]Desertpaw spluttered, averting her eyes as she scrambled to her feet. Now, she felt rather embarrassed. You could have just let her go, Des. Why didn't you just let her walk away? She shook the unbidden thought out of her head, squeezing her eyes shut for a few moments. At the question, she shuffled her paws but didn't offer an answer. The following moments felt like an eternity, though in reality, only a few seconds passed.

[b]"Um." She said, daring to glance up at the she-cat. Holding eye contact made her nervous, but she did it anyway. "I was just here, uh, trying to have some time to myself. You know, just to relax. And... I don't know. You showed up and I was just going to wait it out until you went away, but then you did the flower thing. I can do that, too. And I've never met someone else who could. Not that I know of, anyway. I guess I just wanted to say something, because if I let you walk away I might not see you again and... I don't know." Des trailed off awkwardly, nervously curling her tail around her paws. "I'm sorry," she offered, meekly, before falling into silence once more.

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 6th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]Being new, Des was a little apprehensive about throwing herself into clan activities full force. But a meet and greet sounded like a fun idea, so she padded over and sat next to Aima. The lioness was the only person that Desertpaw recognized, and thus the only person that the apprentice felt comfortable sitting with. Okay, Des. Don't * this up.

[b]"So I'm Desertpaw, but I go by Des more often than not. I'm -" she faltered and stopped. How old was she now? She knew she was an initiate and had been of age to be one for some time, so she went off of that. "I'm seven-ish months old. I don't really have a favorite food, either. I haven't really eaten that many different things." As the topic of food surfaced, a slight throbbing began in her temples, spreading out to the rest of her head. The ringing in her ears started up again and a sharp, lingering taste of mint entered her mouth. However, Desertpaw ignored it and powered on, hoping it would go away without anyone noticing. "I'm pretty new around ScarClan, I'm an introvert and have some mild social anxiety, and I can turn invisible. I can make flowers, too, but I don't really know how to control that. It comes and goes." Des finished her facts with a shrug, looking down at her paws once she was finished. Those counted as interesting, right?

// hi! i'm peggy, but friends call me peggle or pegster. i've been roleplaying in general for about six years now, and i've been on and off the site for about five. now that it's summer, i have a lot of muse and my activity is kicking up, and i have a really strong determination to actually stick around this time. i'm from wisconsin and i'm a freshman in highschool, super active with my theater department and really into musicals and history. sometimes my muse bounces up and down because i have pretty bad depression/anxiety, but it's been really good for the last couple weeks, probably since school is over. as for stuff i've done on here, i've bounced around a lot, but most recently i played a character in shadowclan (liliana, the character that des is a reincarnation of). now i'm currently hanging around in stormclan with a character named poe and here with des, as well as in windclan with a character named kindlingkit that i haven't started officially roleplaying yet. i'm super excited to be here and really open to friends so hmu if you want to talk!!

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 7th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;][b]"O-oh." Des muttered, taking the flower and offering a sheepish smile. "Thank you."

She wasn't sure how else to respond. How was one supposed to respond to something like this? She'd never been... was this flirting? It certainly seemed like it. She'd never been flirted with in her life. No one had ever taken interest. Even if they had, she'd been so obsessed with staying on the road that they probably would've just been let down anyway. And is that an odd occurrence? Letting people down?

At the familiar, deprecating voice in her head, she bit back a snarl. Instead she admired the flower, hoping that the other girl would get the hint that she liked it. And she really did like it; it was beautiful. "Er... I'm Desertpaw, by the way."

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ -- desertskies · Jun 7th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;][b]"I live in ScarClan," Des replied, shrugging slightly. She was a long ways from camp, but she knew her way back. She was pretty glad she'd decided to slip away today. Kotoko was nice. Flirty, perhaps a bit awkward, cute - whoa, there. Shut up. Slow down. She let out a small huff of breath, fidgeting slightly. This was all a bit much for her.

"What about you? Where are you from, Koko?" Desertpaw questioned, figuring she should return the question. As long as she kept the conversation normal and didn't get into anything weird - like the ringing, or the visions, or more flirting - she would be fine. Stop being a wimp, Des. You know how to talk to people. She thought, shaking her head slightly. Sure, she knew how to talk to people, but not cute people who actually seemed interested in her.

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 8th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]Des wasn't a fan of fires. She wasn't scared of them per say, but the idea of one getting out of control made her hair stand on end. Still, she approached cautiously, distancing herself from the rest of the group. She didn't know anyone here yet, which could be expected, considering she was new. She recognized one or two from the meet and greet she had participated in, but all she'd gotten out of that was faces. Desertpaw had never been good with names and it seemed that that fact hadn't changed in the brief time she'd been a part of ScarClan. As she thought about what to say, she swallowed around a lump in her throat and felt anxiety bubbling in her stomach. Des forced the feeling down it down, hoping it would go away if she ignored it, before speaking out softly, [b]"if you need anyone else to help you, I can probably do something, too." There, that was nice enough. She hadn't stumbled over any words or mumbled too much. As the little she-cat fell into silence, she was feeling pretty good, even if she still felt somewhat uncomfortable around these new faces.

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 8th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]The word ShadowClan brought on a strong bout of ringing, so loud and high pitched she saw black dots floating around in her field of vision. She shut her eyes, feeling like she might pass out, as the ringing intensified. Flashes ran through her head - a beach, a snowy mountain cap, a small cottage, faces she'd never seen and people she'd never met. The ringing was still steadily getting worse and Des felt nauseous, like she might have to be sick, but as Koko padded off, it stopped. The ringing ceased immediately, and the memories left her head like they'd never been there in the first place. Desertpaw felt strange, like she had just woken up from a nap, groggy and sluggish and slow, her eyes cracking open like she'd just slept for a thousand years. She was glad for the cloak of night as the sun began to set, because if she had opened her eyes to harsh light she thought she would have developed the worst headache.

With Kotoko headed off to the beach, Des couldn't do much but follow. She supposed she could make up an excuse and go home, rest, take an actual nap. But she liked Koko, even if the visions might become a problem in the future. Hopefully it was a one-time thing. Who knew? The visions were pretty random, popping up at unwanted times and staying for undetermined periods, so maybe it was just a fluke. Maybe it was a coincidence, and ShadowClan hadn't caused it at all. Maybe the time it stopped also just so happened to be the time Koko walked away. Maybe it was all random and Des had nothing to worry about.

Sure, princess. Keep telling yourself that.

Desertpaw sighed and shook her head, sliding down the same palm tree much more slowly and cautiously than Koko had. She had never, in fact, seen the beach at night, and was somewhat eager to do so. Her excitement was probably influenced by the fact that she was seeing the beach at night with a pretty girl, a pretty girl who had flirted with her, but that was really neither here nor there. [b]"Sorry I took so long," the apprentice said, somewhat sheepish as she halted next to Koko. "Lead the way; I've never been down here before."

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 9th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]Des padded up, using the meet and greet as a chance to get to know clan-mates without having to talk to them too much. Not that she didn't want to talk to them, just that she wasn't really sure how to go about actually initiating interaction. She sat closer to Calliope, distancing herself from Leviathan. The lion made her somewhat uneasy; it looked like he could swallow her whole, a fact that she didn't take kindly to. [b]"Um... I'm Desertpaw. Just Desertpaw, but I prefer Des. I'm new, too, and I'm an initiate. It's... um... it's good to meet you both."

Desertpaw stalled slightly, fidgeting with her paws as she tried to think of a good question. When she couldn't think of anything, she opted for falling silent and listening to the answers to Calliope's questions instead of asking her own.

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 10th 2016

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& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]Desertpaw nodded, following Frenchfry's lead. Though she couldn't conjure rocks, so she simply had to find some. Once she had done so, she took up a place near Frenchfry and got to work. She glanced over at what he was doing every once in a while, hoping she was doing it right. She thought she was, though she wasn't smashing her rocks together quite so zealously. Des was a bit more controlled, clicking her rocks together without so much enthusiasm. Without any enthusiasm at all, really. The female was a bit apprehensive at the idea of this actually working, having fire in her paws. What was she expected to do if it did light? Should she throw it on the pile of sticks? Try to make one of them catch fire and then put the rocks out, all without burning herself? She wasn't even really sure what would happen, if she was being honest. Would it just spark, or would the rocks catch fire? She didn't think rocks could catch fire, but maybe they could. She hadn't seen much fire in her short time, and she'd never even thought about trying to start one. So the concept was fairly new. The thoughts of various things that could go wrong drifted through Desertpaw's head, making her clack her rocks together, if possible, even less enthusiastically.

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 11th 2016

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000; text-shadow: 3px 2px 4px #COLOR]SWIMMING POOLS
& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;][b]"That wasn't very nice..." Des murmured towards Tetramine as she padded up. The initiate distanced herself slightly from the tigress, settling closer to Sylmae than anyone else. It seemed that Tetra wasn't the most friendly, and Desertpaw didn't want to upset her with her comment. Still, she didn't like the negative, insulting attitude.

Des felt more relaxed, safer, sitting closer to Sylmae, considering the leopard was the only person present that Desertpaw felt even remotely comfortable with. "I thought it was nice." The she-cat said, tilting her head up to look at Sylmae's face. "It was pretty. Meaningful."

// my muse has all but left me today, so i apologize for this post being sub-par at best

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jun 12th 2016

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000; text-shadow: 3px 2px 4px #COLOR]SWIMMING POOLS
& -- UNDER DESERT SKIES[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#EC925C;]Des shrugged, making sure to distance herself from the water enough that it wouldn't come to lap at her paws. She thought for a moment, trying to find the right words to describe ScarClan. She hadn't been around long, though what she had been around to see was... slightly disturbing. [b]"There's lots of blood." She said eventually, staring up at the stars and keeping her eyes determinedly off Koko's face. "Torture. Fighting. It's sort of... torn in half, for the time being. Demons, or something. I'm trying to stay out of it. That's why I'm here, and not there."

Des looked down, away from the stars and out at the horizon. Her claws were digging into the sand, making little impressions in the gritty stuff. "A lot of people are pretty negative. But it's an anti-clan, so it's to be expected, right?" She hadn't really known what she'd been getting into when she had first joined, and she didn't particularly enjoy all the violence, but she was trying to hold out hope that it would settle down once the war ended. Part of her reasoning for staying neutral was so that she could adapt to whichever side won. If the loyalists won, great. If the demons won, she'd get used to it. She didn't want to leave, mostly since she was sick of traveling. She wanted a home, damn it.

"And hey, it's home. It's family. You accept your family, even despite flaws. That's the way I was raised, at least."

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold black
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#EC925C]#EC925C or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #000000;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ SEVEN MONTHS ✺ FEMALE ✺ SCARCLAN ✺ INITIATE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jul 11th 2016

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #F0CA97; text-shadow: 3px 2px 4px #COLOR]IF YOU WANNA BREAK THESE WALLS DOWN
-- YOU'RE GONNA GET BRUISED[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#000000;]Des wasn't looking forward to this.

She'd been a nomad for some time, settling temporarily and then moving again. The moving part had always been her strong suit. It had seemed that the apprentice had finally found a place to stay with ScarClan. Desertpaw realized quite quickly, however, that she hated it there; she'd always disliked all the blood and had never felt like she belonged. So she had left, abandoned the group and headed out. For the first few days, she felt a bit guilty for leaving without a word. But that had faded quickly; she doubted she would be missed, anyway.

Now, Desertpaw stood at the SeaglassCan border, feeling dread and anxiety squirming in the pit of her stomach. She was trying to stay calm. Just breathe. You'll be fine. Taking a determined - if shaky - breath, the she-cat seated herself just inside the border and waited for someone to come along. She didn't like to get her hopes up too much, but she couldn't help herself in hoping that this could be the place where she might finally find a home.

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold #F0CA97
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#F0CA97]#F0CA97 or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #F0CA97;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ TEN MONTHS ✺ SEAGLASSCLAN ✺ APPRENTICE[/fancypost]

♛ desertskies · Jul 11th 2016

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #F0CA97; text-shadow: 3px 2px 4px #COLOR]IF YOU WANNA BREAK THESE WALLS DOWN
-- YOU'RE GONNA GET BRUISED[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#000000;]At the arrival of some of the clan's members, Des straightened up and cleared her throat. [b]Desertpaw, Des for short. Here to join. She kept her reply short, answering with as little detail as possible and hoping they would accept her closed-off tone without asking too many questions. It wasn't that she had some secret to hide, but even just these three were making her feel uncomfortable and anxious. Just be polite. You'll be fine.

Luckily, she hadn't dealt with any visions in some time. There had been the ringing in her ears on occasion, and odd pains tended to haunt her dreams, but compared to what had happened in the past, those things were mild. Hopefully she could ignore any symptoms just long enough to join and get her bearings about her.

Des dipped her head to Louvrestar and waited for some form of response from one of the people present.

appearance -
domestic cat | tan tabby | grey-blue eyes
8.2 inches at her shoulder | 5.5 lbs | reference

tags -
speaks in bold #F0CA97
thinks in italics
attack in [color=#F0CA97]#F0CA97 or risk being overlooked
all comments and opinions are strictly in character

other -
orphan
doesn't care for religion
invisibility | flower prints | conjuration
bio[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: -2px; line-height: 110%; color: #F0CA97;][b]DESERTPAW ✺ TEN MONTHS ✺ SEAGLASSCLAN ✺ APPRENTICE[/fancypost]

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