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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify]The slender feline figured she probably shouldn't have come here, she only came on the accord of causing trouble. It was as plain as that, the desirable Valentina wasn't known for much else. She liked to get others wrapped around her finger, it was an easy thing to do.

Sure, Clans were full of know it alls and hotheads, but were they anything like Valentina? Oh no, she was one of a kind, and she walked through the wilderness with far too much power, smiling ever so devilishly. "Hellooo!~ It's me, Valentina!" She exclaimed in a voice webbed with a soft accent. "Where are you WindClanners? I'm here to join." The curvaceous Val would hum smoothly.

[justify]Comfreynose needed a place where she could just exist.

Exist without the burdens that haunted her, where she could not be tempted by the dark tendrils of shadows that reached for her. No, she had fought her battles, she had defeated her demons, and she would not tolerate them any longer. She couldn't go back home, not back to WindClan. Last time she'd been there ... her kittens ... the blood ... no. She was stronger than her past, her history did not define her to be an empty shell—she was so full of life, so beautiful. WindClan had labels attached to it—she was Cosmicknight's gentle sister to his violent ego, she was a former Honorguard, a previous Medic Intern. But she didn't want to feel so attached to any of it anymore, she wanted to be free.

RiverClan would be her release.

The grown wildcat, appearing in her birth body of a tall serval that held curve and grace to her frame, appeared upon the border just by noon. She fashioned a smile, and the uniquely elegant Comfreynose seemed to emit a light from her eyes that bathed whomever she looked upon with warmth and pleasantness. She was free, at last. She would be a stranger to these RiverClanners, and she may even see a familiar face from WindClan, but there was nothing that could even scathe the pure surface of her newly healed heart.

[justify]The sight of two others was pleasing for the fifteen month old, she was always impressed by how quickly Clanners were to check their borders. It was almost as if these RiverClanners were a part of their territory, as connected to the soil and how it shifted as a tree would, feeling the emotions of the land through its roots. But what was more impressive than the two RiverClanners impressive timing? Perhaps it was the first one's chorus of a greeting. Comfreynose could only giggle as the black cat sang, ears twitching upwards. "I'm Comfreynose and, yes, I am here to join." The figured serval would nod to Ironpaw's assumption.

The two seemed to be rather brooding, Supernatural seeming as frigid as Ironpaw, but she was giving more of the benefit of the doubt and assuming their behavior was because of her. She was a stranger to these RiverClanners, and that was something she held comfort in. She wouldn't need to go digging into her past and she wouldn't need to worry about others trying to scoop some information about her. It wasn't like anyone had a motive to, either. In truth, any place would be better to be at than WindClan—and it wasn't like things had been horrible there either. Too many thoughts, too many memories hung their like spiders on the walls, watching down on her, keeping her from acting like herself. "It's nice to meet both of you, by the way—what're your names?" The warm former Medic Intern questioned softly. Despite how many frowning faces she'd met, Comfrey had always been calm, always collected and friendly. It took too much heartbreak to realize that struggles could only be lessened with a good attitude—at least, that's what she believed.

*stranger things theme song plays*

[justify]Comfreynose had always been particularly fond of healing—her family had always insisted she was better off becoming a medic than ever being a warrior. And it wasn't like they were wrong about that either. No matter how ProClan or neutral WindClan had ever been, the serval never seemed to fit into the rowdy, battle hungry crowd that hung in WindClan. Of course, there were some that weren't so violent, like how she preferred, and they'd usually become the Medic Interns. Comfreynose had already been an Honorguard when she was asked to take on the path of healing behind Maelstrom. But it had been in that moment of time where she had been kidnapped, and never finished her full training. Perhaps she would be given a second chance here, after all, she had come to RiverClan to start over.

Approaching the gathering group, she would mew a warm greeting to everyone. Surely she was a new face, but Comfreynose was always more of an observer, and was already familiar with many of the animals around her. The herbs laid out ... they smelled oh so familiar, and a smile was brought to her face as she breathed in the perfume of the plants. "I'm surely interested, if that's okay." The serval would murmur, doe brown eyes fixed on the herbs laid out. "I'm not so familiar with all of them ... but garlic, that's for infections. And borage ..." She thought of when she had been pregnant, but blinked away the thought, "Those are for nursing queens that need help producing milk. Yarrow, that induces vomitting, say, if someone had eaten nightshade, they would have to take yarrow." She explained, partially to herself. Comfreynose would look over to the more odd herbs she'd never seen yet before. One of them, though, was quite familiar to her nose. "Oh, those are elder berries. Their leaves can be used to soothe sprains."

[justify]Comfreynose found these particular things to be a bit 'cheesy' when she did them, but she quite often enjoyed to meet and learn about new people. So, she decided to just give it up and hold sort of introduction. She figured it would be a bit different, since she did hail from WindClan. The former Honorguard had at first been hesitant to talk about her home, she didn't want to fall down a rabbit hole and get caught up in her past, but she knew she couldn't just shut herself away from these RiverClanners—and she certainly couldn't pretend like she was completely different at all. The serval was never for a moment fake, she held honesty above all things.

"Hi! I'm Comfreynose—I guess I'm having a sort of meet and greet." The spotted wildcat would meow cheerfully, shrugging her shoulders with a soft laugh. "I was born in WindClan, if that means anything."

[justify]She was putting herself back into this story.

For the while, she shut it all out. Comfreynose didn't bother to leave record of where she was going, she didn't believe the world needed to know. How her heart ached after she lost her children. No. They didn't have the right to see her heartbreak, it wasn't anyone's right to watch her crash and burn, become hollow with loneliness. No one had the right to her heart. She would give almost anything to have her three kittens back ... little Marigoldkit, Asterkit, and Harekit. But it was through mending her sore heart that she realized something. She could not deny the family that she already had, her brothers and sisters and her parents, for as selfish as they'd all been, they were always still the same blood.

So, no longer ripping the pages of her life from their bindings, she had picked up the paper and ink. Comfreynose now walked on her homeland in her birth body, the servaline figure that had taken her first breath of air. She was returning to her roots. It was even as she stayed in RiverClan for a few nights that her heart had ached to be here once again. And so, here she was, wiggling her toes into the soil, as if trying to plant her roots into the ground to stay for an eternity. "Hello? Is anyone around?" The serval would ask, a warm smile a light on her doe-ish features. Was she unrecognizable to her family? Her friends? Would they remember her, even as she'd been Comfreypaw the last time she'd been here?

"My name is Comfreynose and I'm returning."

[justify]It would be like a breath of fresh air when they appeared. New faces, familiar faces, they seemed to be like a wave of calm tides, each and every one of them. Her whiskers would twitch, and the serval would smile a bit more. "Yes, Comfreypaw." The warrior would confirm with a meer dip of her head. It was refreshing to see Darkknight—though she had more often called him Win. The former deputy, although not ever being extremely close with her, had surely been supportive of her, and many of the WindClanners she'd known. There were very few like him—but he was one of a kind in his own right—she didn't doubt that about any of the animals that she faced at the moment. That's the beauty of life—every form of it was unique, no matter the species or the environment.

"Hello to you, Cherviltea, Suga, it's nice to meet both of you." Comfreynose spoke softly, coolly. She'd always been an elegant girl, perhaps not the simplest, but her peaceful and calm lifestyle was fitted into her mannerisms and behaviors—she came across so regal, but was so peculiar at the same time. Her eyes would rest warmly, doe brown eyes melting with some sort of admiration for the WindClanners around her—she was still the lover she'd always been. The serval would look towards Aslancub, "A Guardian?" She would echo, some sort of emotion blooming in her features. She would smile then, after—she'd been a Guardian a long, long time ago. "It's nice to meet you, Aslancub—and you, too, San."

[justify]So, since Comfreynose has returned, she's gonna need to refresh herself with the new and old faces around WindClan. She's open to any sort of thread you can think of, any sort of ideas that you're interested in, too. AUs, randomly generated threads, open interaction threads, low muse threads, angsty threads, any sort of weird or crazy idea you can think of, honestly.

Just let me know and we can flesh out any sort of ideas, as I don't exactly fair well with "see where it goes" kind of threads~

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 512px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase]She was sweating bullets. Thin, clear bullets, in her mind as sharp as steel, corrupt like twisted metal. Bullets. One, two, three. Breathe. One, two, three. Her mother. The vision of Coralie flashed through her mind, and she almost winced. Did she fear her mother? No. Was she hesitant to see her mother? Yes. It was so embarrassing to think about, how could she feel so ashamed of someone that had given her such a blessed life. What was it, what was the feeling she felt when she thought about Cora? Craving? Was it ... jealousy?

No, but maybe it was something along those lines. She wanted to be just like her, she wanted to be strong like her, strong in the ways that Coralie was powerful. Through her mind, her intelligence. But how could she grow to be as large as her mother's shadow when she chose to live in it. No, she had to be an individual, she couldn't wish to be someone she wasn't, and she could exaggerate every feeling she got, she needed to set herself free. She could be strong, she could be beautiful too, and she didn't need a big brain to do it, she could try her own way, it was her own life.

June broke into a sprint, letting the beads of sweat rise off her fur and get lost in the wind behind her. The breeze, it carried her sorrows away, her needless feelings. The savannah cat ran until the familiar scents washed over her, until her chest hurt with a white, dry pain. Her tongue lolled out, panting softly, her eyes brightened almost as if she'd seen a ghost. "Hey! Mama? Ma—Coralie! Anybody?" Juniperpaw hollered, freckled body stalking through the wild heather and tall grass. She shoved her nose gingerly through the brush, scrunching up her face and narrowing her eyes. Where in the world was every animal? Hopefully they would come around eventually, because she didn't intend on wasting her time now.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 512px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase]hey everybody!!
im totes excited to rp around here w my smol hothead june

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 512px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase]"Finally, someone." Juniperpaw would release a sigh as she spotted Daypaw. The savannah cat would turn her head away from the WindClanner and roll her honey eyes momentarily. Don't do that, you friggin' imbecile, be nice. As soon as she'd done it, the she-cat winced out of embarrassment, but would turn back and shoot Daypaw a smile—oh, look, there were three of them now. Her ears would flatten sheepishly, and she would click her tongue back in her mouth, replacing her soft panting for more reserved breathing.

Hey, so they knew her mother! So she'd gotten the place right again after all this time. Good old WindClan. "Yep, Coralie is my momma. Do you know—" June would pause as her eyes passed over Cherviltea, listening to him speak. Huh, so she'd be here soon. The wildcat hybrid would nod her head, tail twitching unconsciously. "My name is Juniperpaw though, I've got a brother named Sharkpaw, too." Her ramble would stop as her attention was gained by Tarotpaw, a smirk appearing on her features. Hey, someone else around her age! "Right back at you, stranger."

cries ye s ham ham

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 512px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase]Juniperpaw is the daughter of Coralie (and Bill Cipher) and is a pretty feisty girl. She's quite smart, but doesn't show it off much, as she doesn't want to be thought of as a copy of her mother—however she does have a secret fascination with herbs and spirituality. Instead, she typically uses her wits to outsmart others and give a lil bit of good ol' sass. She's fiercely protective of her family, and will chose making them happy over her own needs all the time. Despite being so loyal and caring over them, she's extremely social. Her big mouth will probably get her into fights once and a while, honestly. Juniperpaw, however, is overall a good gal to hang out with if she likes you, it's just that her competitiveness that sometimes gets in the way.

I'm looking for someone to mentor her, and I'd particularly like for this mentor to be aggressive with her and to teach her that violence is more powerful than intellect. Other than that, she's open for rivals, friends, and over all just enemies too! I love AUs and stuff like that, so if you'd like to do one let me know!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 512px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase]The savannah cat kept her belly close to the ground, nostrils flared as she inhaled the rich, sweet scent of strawberries. They were placed before her like ripe rubies, waiting to be harvested. With a soft huff of air, June licked her lips, standing up straight. Juniperpaw could be found in an abandoned cabin, gazing up at a bowl of strawberries placed on a counter. The scent of animals was stale, all except a the smell of a stray bird, who seemed to have flown through accidentally, so the strawberries were free reign!

With a meow of excitement, the apprentice leaped up on to the counter, and, of course, began to eat the berries. It wasn't before long that the song of a bird filled her ears, and the child of Cora glanced up to see a blue jay flying straight towards her. It sang a song, a battle cry. The savannah cat didn't have much time to get out of the way, but she'd figured it out by the time the bird got to her, pecking at her head. The berries must've belonged to the blue jay, after all! "Hey, knock it off!" Juniperpaw yelled, leaping away from the fruit and darting for the exit. The bird pursuited her, tweeting at her all the way through, and giving her a few extra pecks. After a few moments, the bird flew off, leaving June grumbling and rubbing the sore spots on her head and ears. "Didn't even really want them strawberries either ..." She huffed, wiping away the pink stains left on the corners of her mouth as an aftermath of her snack.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 530px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Sam—she had heard of her before, though she wasn't likely to admit it. Juniperpaw wasn't so easy to acknowledge her brainy side as she was to pick up a fight with someone, though she wouldn't admit to that either. She liked to keep her options open, so her opponents wouldn't be able to spot a weakness in her. And there were many. June gently walking around the calm lioness, to stand in front of her with Cherviltea, Felix, and Tarotpaw. She quirked up a brow, releasing a huff of air. "Am I the only one who doesn't know who you are?" The savannah cat mumbled, though not sounding so serious. Of course, it wasn't a lie in the sense that she'd never met Sam before—but it wasn't the truth, as she was very aware of the leaders that'd come before their current. "I'm Juniperpaw, and I don't mind being called June."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 530px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]The savannah cat had been doing some scoping out, inspecting the territory as she'd never really gotten a chance to. It was, of course, here passing Tarotpaw and uncovering the cadaver herself. Likely, she should've stayed where she was to handle the body, to be respectful—but the message she found threw all the respect she had right out of the window. So, she raced her way back, charging past the Guardian, headed in the direction of the beginning fight. She wasn't about to miss out on this! She had to take whoever had done this down, or, at least, she needed to help. So many thoughts rushed through her head, sickened and angered by the murder.

"I'm gonna mess you up!"

The yowl could be heard a long length away, as the large she-cat hustled forward at the panther once she'd spotted her. Though she regarded San one who could hold her own, Juniperpaw figured the more the merrier fit in with taking down the intruder. With a sharp hiss, June rushed at Widowmaker, attempting to barrel into her back legs to knock her down. Her blood was rushing through her mind, carrying a single thought: this was going to be a good fight.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 530px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]There was a snort. "Same." Her honey eyes swept over Batpup, though they concentrated on Cytus, keeping a careful watch on the creature. It was true, not everyone looked so similar to one another, and most WindClanners were particularly strange looking. But surely not like the HawkClanner—whom she judged on in her own defense. The guy looked like he could bite off someone's head without any sort of energy put into it. However, she eventually glanced down at the gifts, sniffing at them. Juniperpaw really wondered why Clans did this. They had to prove their worth through little pansy gifts instead of actually showing support in battle, or when prey and herbs were actually needed. It was just a waste of supplies, she thought. It was a weird opinion for such a young girl, but June wasn't so usual, she figured—nobody was, and their was evidence of that all around.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 530px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]june is def longtail
a super prideful grump who has to retire bc he gets blinded by a bunny seems to fit her perfectly

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 530px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]"And before they could hurt the gods, an army came through! A god army! Led by the goddess of war, Kitty the Conquerer!" The apprentice yelped, grinning enthusiastically. If this was going to be a story, she'd better make it a good one. Perhaps she didn't make too much sense, but she would shrug. Whatever, it made sense in her head.