Posts by L U S A

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[justify]Lusa nodded at the news. "WindClan is doing fairly good ourselves. Nothing too intense going on as I remember." She'd finish after Silver. A light smile tugging at her lips as the basket was pushed forward, she leaned forwards a bit to sniff at the chocolates.
"Delicious." She'd say with a hum, still beaming. She loved sweets. Craved them, actually. She'd carefully reach for one or two, peeling back the wrappers and popping them into her mouth. Sweet and a bit gooey. She'd surely savor this.
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[justify]Lusa padded over with a groggy expression on her muzzle. She was a bit tired this morning, but she was still happy. Green eyes sparkled with delight at the revelation of a new joiner.
"Welcome." She murmured. "I'm Lusa. Need a tour, food, anything?" She'd ask. A pause. "Oh, do you mind me asking where you come from?" She hummed quietly. It was a simple question, but the black bear supposed she had asked a lot in the span of a couple of seconds.
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[justify]Lusa padded forward. A sparring competition? Sounded exciting. Confrontation was something the black bear always chose to avoid if necessary, though she would fight if necessary. Fighting for your life at one point or another was inevitable.
"I'm watching." She'd announce. "Unless there's someone that wants to spar with me."
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[justify]Lusa nodded. Interesting. "Ah, you're a traveler?" She'd inquiry. "Neat. Other clans have always been intriguing to me. The idea that you're joining a majority of them is peculiar, but it seems like a venture."
She'd take him up on his request.
"And ah, I'll get some oranges for you in just a minute." She'd smile and turn back towards WindClan camp, heading for the kitchen.
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[justify]Lusa, surprisingly, had no desire to wield weapons. She doubted that she'd get one anyways. In a way, it was unnatural. The black bear would prefer to stick to powers and teeth and claws. Hopefully one thing she'd get from this training session, was how to avoid getting seriously hurt by weapons.
"I'm observing." She'd announce briefly, plopping down on the sidelines.
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[justify]"There's a lot of people here, definitely." Came a voice from seemingly nowhere. Lusa padded forward, curious green gaze fixed on the newcomer.
"We do have a pretty good territory if I do say so myself. Not to brag or anything." A gentle hum came from her voice as she spoke, head tilted. Of course WindClan had beautiful scenery, with gentle rolling hills covered in soft white snow and beautiful meadows painted with sunlight.
"You wish to join? Ah, that's fine. In that case, welcome to WindClan, but may I please have your name?"

She took a moment to observe the feline's appearance; the dull scent of blood, which slightly put Lusa on edge, but she couldn't detect anything than that. She seemed rather cut up, some of her wounds which were open and bleeding. That couldn't be good.
"Ah, do you need a medic or anything?" She'd ask. "You're bleeding from some of your injuries. We can help you out if you like."
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[justify]// whoops i somehow missed that her name was stated in the introductionary post i am an idiot.

Lusa nodded slowly, albeit a bit confused. "Alright." She hummed. "Well, there is one place we all live, for the most part. It's called camp. Would you like me to show you there?"
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[justify]Lusa would approach, eager and curious green eyes flitting up to the SkyClanner. What business were they here on WindClan for?

// museless
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[justify]Worry flitted over the black bear's future. Victorianpup was such a lovely thing. The fact that she had been captured by the Cartel was even more worrying. What would they do to her? They needed to see that Victorianpup be taken back, immediately.
"Should we host a rescue raid?" She'd ask, green gaze flitting over to Cherviltea, her worry unhidden.
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[justify]Lusa nodded eagerly as the SkyClanner spoke. She seemed to be pleased with the idea of a party.
"Ah, I'm sure WindClan can attend." She'd assure, smiling lightly. A tug in the corner of her maw. "Sounds fun."
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[justify]The display was quite worrying. Lusa wasn't sure what to expect. She heard voices and shouting and the next thing she knew there was the limp form of Astra, vomit streaking his maw. It was a bit off-putting, really. She wasn't sure what to do. The black bear stood and fidgeted nervously. She was no medic, but she had trained in this sort of stuff before. There were specific herbs designed to make the patient vomit up whatever they had taken. What was it called again--?

She stared a bit as Roman began to clean Astra's dribbling muzzle, before jerking to reality. She was going to do no good standing here. Before she knew it, she was interrupted with the voice of Roman commanding for water. "R-right right. Yes." She had muttered, suddenly feeling dazed and useless and not at all helpful, rushing off.
She returned momentarily from one of the cabins with a soaked moss in one paw. She carefully slid over to Astra's prone and spastic body, praying she was doing the right thing and carefully squeezed the moss to let a trickle of water flow into his mouth. She was no medic, but she could only hope the real ones would arrive soon.
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[justify]Lusa was charging onto the battlefield. The Blackheart rogues had killed Frisk. She was done with them, in all honesty. Anything that had happened to them, they deserved it. They targeted, tortured and killed innocents. No better than the Exiles, in all reality. God she hated them with a passion. It was an emotion that she had not felt for quite some time.
She thundered onto the battlefield, curved claws digging deep into soil. She was ready to fight, if she had to. If anything, this was overkill. One of the Blackheart members that had shown up were already getting double teamed. In all honesty, she was expecting them to call back up like they had last time they had done on the raid WindClan had conducted against them. It was a coward move, but then again, all moves the Blackheart rogues made were cowardly.

She already felt heat rising to her face, tears blurring her eyesight, remembering the last time she had been here to avenge a fellow clanmate. Frisk had died here. They didn't deserve any mercy, none of it. They would show what would happen if you messed with WindClan more than one, and WindClan was going to destroy them for it.
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[justify]Lusa would approach gingerly, awed at the lights and decorations. A few had arrived before her, and begun conversing.
The lights shone bright in the dark of the background, the stars shining beautifully over head. A cool breeze whistled through her fur, and the black bear beamed.
She spotted a familiar face among the crowd. Stormkit. The black bear stalked carefully over to the tiny feline.
"Enjoying the party?" She'd ask, a smile tugging at her maw. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
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[justify]// yes, she is! <3 and she's available for a bit of torture as well if you're up for it

Adrenaline was crashing through her veins. The black bear was incredibly alert, hyper even much so that her frantic green eyes dashed around as her clan mates clashed with others beside her. Make no mistake, Lusa had been trained and while she was not the best at combat, it wasn't hard to miss the large sabertooth tiger materializing out of nowhere bounding at her at incredible speeds. While his arrival was silent, his approach most likely wasn't. Large feet pounding thunderously against the ground, her enemy was approaching frightfully fast, giving her little time to react. His position was visible however, so Lusa had braced for a physical attack, but what she got next, she certainly hadn't been expecting.
She never had been attacked mentally in her life. A large screeching sound resounded in her head before the black bear grunted with confusion, fustration and fear. Tears threatened to well up in her eyes once more before a paw swung at her jaw. It was only her quick reflexes that saved her from a possibly devastating attack. While she hadn't missed the blow completely, her sudden lurch backwards had lessened the damage of the attack if only by a little bit. A paw still crashed into the side of her head, and pain shot through her maw. Claws clipped her snout. Dazed and stunned, she fell back.

It took her a split moment to regain her senses, but when she did, the black bear danced to her paws once more, inexperienced but determined not to give up and sparred on heavily by the urge to fight. She lifted a heavy, wide paw, a deadly weapon of her capable of devastation, able to break bone. She swung it towards Damien in an arching motion, the curvature of her claws aimed for anywhere she could reach. She may be up against someone who was way more experienced that her and could very well kill her, but Lusa wasn't about to go out without a fight if she could help it. She hadn't swung hard enough to do any major, major damage yet, (as she still had yet to realize her capabilities and use her natural weapons to it's full potential) but she made sure to pack a punch behind her blow.

//rushed af
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[justify]// track! planning on responding soon
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[justify]Lusa approached rather eagerly. The Honorguard was glad to see that Greypaw was still around, and the fact that he was hosting a meet and greet was even more pleasing to the bear. A chance to socialize, finally.
"Hello Greypaw." She'd greet, waving an idle paw in the feline's general direction, then turning and examining the others. "Ah, for those of you who don't know, I'm Lusa. Hello!" Her introduction was finished with a short chirp. A majority of the clanmates here, she knew. That was a good thing. As for the others, hopefully she'd get to know them better. The one that had caught her attention the most was a rather adorable looking puppy. Cherviltea had briefly introduced the child, claiming they weren't aware of who they were.

"Have you made a name for them?" She'd ask the leader, green optics momentarily flickering up to search his face with interest.
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[justify]Lusa approached briefly. Ah, she'd remember Vader. To see him back was an albeit good thing, but the black bear was still quite uncertain about Emperor, however. Nonetheless.
"Good to see you back." She'd greet, briefly dipping her head.
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[justify]Ah, it seemed felines weren't uncommon around the clans. She had met her fare share of domestic cats in her time, and the amount of them were overwhelming.

A foreign scent danced across her nose, and the black bear approached curiously, tilting a head at the other.
"Welcome to WindClan." She'd greet. "I'm Lusa." A slight pause. "Ah, mind asking me where you're from?"
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[justify]"WindClan." Lusa would resound firmly, now coming up behind Cherviltea. The scent of a foreign creature on their land had drawn the bear closer until she came in sight of the stranger.
"WindClan is a group of animals who live, fight and hunt together. We're essentially a family. We help each other out." She nodded. "That's the best way I can simplify it."
"If you are traveling however, you are welcome to stay in our camp for any period of time. We have food, water and shelter."
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[justify]It seemed as if Lusa and this strange feline had one thing in common: they used to live near twolegs. Lusa, in fact, used to reside in a resident zoo. Her escapade was a miracle that a few could pull off, but she was glad that she had found new life in WindClan here.

It seemed as if Sierna wouldn't need a tour. Though showing others WindClan's beautiful view was quite fun, she understood the domestic cat's request.
"Ah, would you like me to show you to WindClan camp now?" She'd ask. "I can help you pick out a cabin."
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