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Perseus would like to think that he was a confident child. Not in the sense that he was arrogant or even overly confident in the sense that it applied to Morningkit. There was no air of superiority, no certain strength. But he was fearless. That wasn't always a good thing; in fact, it was rarely a good thing, but it was a thing nonetheless. Something that would change with time, yes, but maybe Morningkit would be luckier. The one thing that he had over her was that he was in no way worried about talking to people, had never found any reason to worry about speaking to people. Sure, he wasn't the type to jump up on a bench, but he lifts his head towards the other child and simply blinks. "Who are you, then? I'm Perseus." He had always been proud of his name. It was a Greek hero, or so he'd been told by his parents. At least he thinks it was his parents. Maybe not. He doesn't know who's been talking to him anymore, but for now, the clouded leopard tips his head to stare. Morningkit. He doesn't know that yet, but it's a good name.
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yeah it is! i've actually only seen the first episode lmao.
+ i seem to like perc better than my other characters rn. updated tags.
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Perseus wasn't much for roughhousing. He didn't have a problem with getting bruised or getting dirty, but he'd never had many other kids his age to play with. He was an only child with two peaceful parents and a quiet grandma (looking back, their faces are hazy — why?), and even in ShadowClan he'd been mostly alone. There had been Orbkit, but she was quiet and gentle too. Now that he was here, he supposes that he should get to know the other kids that were here. It was just that he wasn't the type of person to fight at all; it didn't seem like a whole lot of fun. Still, the clouded leopard approaches with a confused look, sitting down and staring at Losttime. "Why do you want to fight someone?" It reminded him of Marauder, a tiny bit, but he wouldn't say that to either of them. Then again, Losttime was small and still here, not off getting hurt and maybe not coming back and — maybe that's part of the reason he's so nervous about the idea of someone getting hurt enough to talk to Sera.
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Perseus finds long fur confusing. He doesn't really know why; maybe it's just because his fur is short, and Marauder's fur is kinda short too (except for his ears), and that's really the only other person that he knows. When he looks at the yawning feline, it's with an almost critical air to him, staring like he could figure this out. "Stonefur? Your fur isn't made of stone." The color's kind of close, maybe that was it? But he actually looked quite soft. "Uhm. I'm Perseus. Hi."
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/ ah, perc doesn't know parand can't actually read, either, so i'll wait for someone else to reply first, but good luck with everything, and it was great to have you around while you were. c:
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Perseus had a way of showing up on cue, whether or not he was actually wanted, and it seemed that Barghest's request wouldn't go unanswered. The child hadn't been sleeping well these last few days, troubled with thoughts he had yet to piece together, and so it was no surprise that he'd latched on to familiar voices. While he wasn't too familiar with Janshai, Suga was nice and Marauder — he was less nice to other people, but he was the person that the clouded leopard spent the most time with. He doesn't quite make it towards the older clanmates before he stops in his tracks, staring up at unfamiliar faces, still bleary-eyed with exhaustion. "Marauder? What's going on?" He's waking up slowly, catching on to the tension in the air, and Barghest's ball of flame has stormy eyes widening to saucers, though at least Suga got out of the way. "What are you doing?"/ anyone who wants to take him can, but he won't stay there and he's a clouded leopard so he's kinda bigger than an average kitten.
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four month old clouded leopard / current
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USERNAME: aureate
AGE: Four Months
CHARACTER NAME: Perseus
CLAN: SunClan
SPECIES: Clouded Leopard
APPEARANCE: Small, silver cub with stormy blue eyes.
PERSONALITY: Quiet, kind, curious, overall just a sweetheart.
DIFFICULTY IN BATTLE: very easy
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It was well-established that Perseus had basically been raised under a rock, and this was one more thing he would have to add to a list of things he hadn't done before, to things that he still probably didn't know how to do. But unless it was Marauder, the child was still too proud to ask for help, and this seemed like it would be pretty easy to figure out. Tackling things, and since people weren't just gonna stand around for that, it probably involved running. That was fine with him, for the most part. "I'll play," the child says with a sunny smile, standing closer to Theo — Ruth was still a stranger, even though she seemed nice.
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Perseus didn't know what was going on. He wakes up to noise he hardly understands, glancing around at the other cages with wide, stormy blue eyes. Where's Marauder? The clouded leopard feels cold, both from the world around him and from the vulnerability spiking through him. Anxiety buzzes like bees in the child's chest as the countdown reaches its lowest numbers, and even though he's not quite awake enough for this, he tries to stretch and jump just in case someone here tries to hurt him. Already his breath was coming in panicked heaves, and then — "One." As the gates swing open, the child bolts. He can hardly see anyone around him for the panic and fear building around him. He was going to have to fight for his life — he could die — he could — "Marauder," he pleads to nobody in particular, before the small body makes it to the edge of the pile. He doesn't have much time to think, but he knows that he can hunt, and there's no water in the canteens — oh god. Perseus decides to grab a dagger and a canteen before turning and bolting towards the treeline, after Touka and Bellua. Hopefully he made it there before anyone caught up to him. At least he was quick.
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Sorry I haven't been able to keep up with this thread, whoops, but does anyone want a private HG thread with Perc here? Or if I missed anyone talking to me, I'd still love to do those things, too. :0
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I'm looking for a few places for this kid to visit before he returns to SunClan, and since he's in a sort of bad place right now, I'd like him to maybe make some friends his age. So are there any clans with a lot of younger characters? If things go right, he might get a dual alliance there even after. :0
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The boy currently winding through the edges of the redwood forest doesn't look like he should be walking at all. With each stride, one paw jerks off the ground too quickly, as if he's walking on glass. There's a flash of red each time, coloring his features, the pad of his paw, the barely-visible horizon. Everything's red. The cuts on his body, too visible against the silvery fur of a body too small to be carrying them. They're relatively well-cleaned, though far from perfect. No bandages, and he doesn't smell of herbs. Just blood and dirt and sweat. Four months old, too young, too small. Almost anyone would agree that a child shouldn't have to look like the clouded leopard does now, trying to breathe deeply despite the fact that stormy blue eyes are skittering around the world like he expects it to hit back for every step that he takes.Perseus doesn't know where he is or where the border is (he passed it a few moments ago, too focused on getting away from it to think about it), but there are pawprints on the ground, and looking for signs of recent occupation has become important enough that he stops to check, tail flicking behind him in his anxiety. Despite the fact that running is now instinct, not asking for help, he fights the quickening pace of his breaths and swallows. "Is anyone — is anyone here?" Probably. Maybe. Hopefully not, his brain whispers.
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Thanks guys! He'll probably wander into all of these groups at some point. Just because he has a type of people he likes to make friends out of, do any of these clans have particularly grumpy children? Or grumpy people overall?I'm not the Santa thing would be able to start right away though, because he's heavily traumatized right now and not really thinking about Christmas, but he'll probably wander to DarkClan at some point or something like that!
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Perseus doesn't like being scared. For a long time, the child had assured himself that he was fearless. It wasn't entirely perfect, he remembers a slight bit of panic when he was unable to get down from the tree, and backing up under Marauder's chest right afterwards, only to spin away because he remembered that the caracal was scary too. The child had warmed up to him, of course; like with most things, it just took a little bit of effort before he got over it. After weeks of climbing to keep himself alive, Perseus didn't even flinch when he was at the top of a tree, swaying with the breeze, and he certainly wasn't scared of Marauder, of all people. In fact, he was still the person that he cried out for in the middle of the night, when the nightmares got too bad. He needed to find him again. Roguecub was used to violence, but up until a month ago, he Perseus hadn't known what it was like to flinch away from someone's touch. Even as the strange-looking creature approaches, the smaller creature curls his tail anxiously, letting it continue to flick behind him as he shrinks back, injured paw above the ground and ears pulled back.Still, he doesn't look like he's going to injure him. While he's more scared of other children than he is of adults, Rogue isn't emotional, and that's a good place to start. After a moment of hesitation, the leopard sits down. "Okay."
The next person to approach also pauses at a distance, but the blue-grey eyes stick on him as if he's waiting for him to do something. He kind of reminds him of Marauder, big and scarred but not a bad person. Perc only lets his eyes drop down to the bundle in front of him for a second before his gaze darts back upwards, back stiff with an urge to run. Kid. Marauder calls him kid. The leopard almost whines, shifting anxiously and twisting his paw in the dirt. "I don't know. There was a guy. He put us in cages and he said that we'd have to kill each other, and —" He hadn't killed anyone, though. He spent most of the time running away from them, and that cycle hadn't ended yet. But he fights it long enough to just breathe in a few shaky breaths and turn his attention to the last person. She's closer to his age, too, and nicer than Roguecub, but he doesn't know why he can hear her when her mouth isn't moving. "Where am I," he asks desperately, voice pitched higher with anxiety. "I just need to get home."
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