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  • EVERYTHING IS BLUE | OPEN, INTRODUCTION

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Whoa. Everything looked so nice here. The scenery was awesome in Oona's brown eyes. The white-furred feline made her way through camp. She had come here not too long ago, and hopefully others would find pride in how she was named, and why. "Hey, uh...anyone want to meet me?" she called out nervously, not really sure if anyone would come and say hello.
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  • ThunderClan Art Thread

    Track; if anyone wants to shoot for Oona, go for it! She's a white-furred cat with brown eyes :)


    I'll also be putting up little fanart of what character she's based on as well, since I can't draw XD

  • EVERYTHING IS BLUE | OPEN, INTRODUCTION

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]She gave a little sneeze, shaking her head as she did so, before excusing herself with a "Gesundheit, me!" She giggled. "Um...well, my name is Oona. Former loner. What are your names?" She pointed to both Chivegale and Snowtuft with her paw.
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  • Taking a risk/ Shadowclanner at the border

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Oona was the next to arrive. She wasn't sure about any of these terms being spewed out yet, so she stayed silent for now.
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  • EVERYTHING IS BLUE | OPEN, INTRODUCTION

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Oops. She had learned that word from the hu- erm, or Twolegs as they were called. "Gesundheit? It's a Twoleg word I picked up when I was a kitten." Her ears flattened at Cloudtail's harsh words. Her gaze glanced down, and she heard names of Rubblekit and Nightcloud. Her gaze drifted back up. "Um...traditional...names? Well, I do notice you all have two words mashed together. I didn't know clouds have tails, for one." She shrugged. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Rubblekit and Nightcloud. Being a loner is...well, lonely. You have to hunt by yourself, but you have no one to talk to." Her ears flattened again, and then a few moments later they perked up to meet the other two Clanmates--a Skykit and a Forestkit. Oona took the "kit" part to mean a kitten--though she could clearly see it. "Nice to meet you both. And thank you!" There were a lot more Clanmates than the white-furred she-cat was expecting. Were there even more? She would have to wait and see.
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  • THE WHISPER IN THE CHAOS | windclan patrol, open

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Well, it seemed she was missing a lot--or had missed a lot. "What did I miss?" she inquired, her voice cheery and bright.
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  • EVERYTHING IS BETTER WHEN YOU'RE LEARNING] open + captured!

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Oona hadn't heard much, just something about a rescue raid. She didn't know whom the raid was going to be on, but she was curious anyway. "What's going on?" she inquired curiously as she padded up, her brown eyes full of concern.
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  • SAVING MY FAITH FOR THE BAD TIMES | OPEN, HERB TRAINING

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Unbeknownst to many of her Clanmates, Oona had a fair knowledge of herbs. Of course, she would never tell where she came from--but she knew about herbs, and how to treat them. "Hey, gather around if you want to know about herbs!"


    Was she...what did they call it...a medicine cat? Yeah. She wasn't that. But she could still help her Clanmates and show them she wasn't some desperate loner...right?
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  • EVERYTHING IS BETTER WHEN YOU'RE LEARNING] open + captured!

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Sheeppaw? Oona had no clue whom that was, but there was blue-and-white fur, so now she knew what the other feline looked like. And BloodClan...that sounded like a dangerous Clan. Oona pinned her hears back. "Well, we should formulate a plan, and go and get...him. Or her. Whomever. But you need a plan first. You can't just rush in expecting results." She blinked, inhaling the fur and the scent and promptly wrinkling her nose. Ugh, BloodClan apparently stank. So they were dangerous and stinky.
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  • SAVING MY FAITH FOR THE BAD TIMES | OPEN, HERB TRAINING

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Hmm. Five of her Clanmates were here so far, including the supposed leader, Cloudfoot. She inhaled and exhaled, then began. In front of her, an NPC had brought various leaves. "Now, can...um...anyone tell me what these are, and what they are used for?" She pointed to some beech leaves, and then held one up so everyone could look.
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  • wasted || open, riverclan patrol

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Oona was the next to arrive. The other white feline stood next to Cloudfoot, also awaiting a response from the RiverClanner.
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  • SAVING MY FAITH FOR THE BAD TIMES | OPEN, HERB TRAINING

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]She gave a soft giggle, and nodded at Dovepaw. "Yep! These beech leaves are big enough to carry heali- um, herbs for travel." Her brown gaze then flicked to Whitewinter. "Yep! Right there." She pointed to a small pile of seeds, and picked three up with her mouth, plopping them on her paw pad and holding her paw out to Whitewinter, only just now noticing the huge wound in his back...shudder. "Take three--that should help your pain!" Man, she was getting good at this stuff--a lot more than she realized.


    She then decided to switch it up. She held out some rosemary with her paw. "Now, what is this and what is it used for?"
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  • EVERYTHING IS BETTER WHEN YOU'RE LEARNING] open + captured!

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Oh? She wasn't going? Well, fine with her. She didn't want to be near Dapplebreeze anyhow. She huffed and merely rolled her eyes. She knew what a kittypet was--she hung around Twolegs, she never lived with them. Dapple got it all wrong. But Oona wouldn't argue. Instead she nodded, and mewed, "Good luck!" in the most enthusiastic tone she could muster.
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