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perhaps some sort of weird friendship?
night could probably be seen as intriguing, just from her appearance alone
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Night's with Blizzardclan right now- although she holds the tendency to wander
There's currently an event in Sunclan going on, so perhaps after she is leaving that she accidentally crosses into Windclan territory and encounters Castor? Do you think that would work?
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The event at Sunclan had been quite interesting. Some sort of blind dating event that in turn also meant they were cleaning up the territory in pairings of two. Perhaps it was just a cheap way to get in some free labor from allies- but she was happy to help nonetheless. It was just something allies did for each other, and although she didn't really understand why it had seemed like they were trying to trick people into helping instead of just letting the good side of humanity do it's job- she was still okay with the initial task that had been at hand.
Of course now though she had a new task, which was getting back to Blizzardclan. Now if only she had taken the same way back that she had first gone to Windclan through- but of course silly her had decided to try and take a short cut. And unlucky enough for her, she had instead gotten lost. But she wasn't just lost in the loner lands. No, she had gotten lost on Windclan territory. And due to having just gotten done with working hard on Sunclan land trying to make everything better- she had mistakenly passed over the scent markers without even noticing her mistake. Now it was up to whoever found her to deal the punishment, although in this state it wasn't clear how much she would be able to take if it came to a fight.
dearest .
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Ears perking as she heard a voice come from off in the distance, the moonlit female would turn her head to allow her pale gaze to sweep the direction in which the sound had come from. Pale gaze detecting where the voice had originated from, Beut would come to the conclusion it was the ocelot shaped figure in the distance.
Head raising slightly as she tried to straighten her posture, the cheetah would proceed to nod in response to the other. Or rather, to the statement that she appeared lost. She could happily say that she had yet to become a ghost, nor had she ever been a ghost in the first place. She did know a ghost though- or what she liked to think of as a ghost. They were dead but they chilled around camp and set horrible traps that could seriously hurt others. In fact, she believed the correct term for them was poltergeist- but in the end she had decided it would probably just be smartest to keep away from them. She wasn't too fond of those with the intent to hurt others anyways.
"No, I don't happen to be a ghost- apologies if you were expecting one. In other means though, you are still correct about one thing. I am indeed lost, and if you would mind telling me where I happen to be, that'd be quite pleasant of you" the female would respond calmly, her pale blue gaze blinking as she patiently waited for a response. Surely he would answer her request- he seemed quite polite to her, minus the whole part where he asked her if she were dead, but that wasn't something she could quite say was offensive in the first place.
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Perhaps friends with Night?? She could serve as a motherly figure if you want.
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//I'm open to the snake becoming attached to her. It would give a reason for them to meet up often, and develop their friendship.
Beut hadn't been too busy with her personal life as of late, which had instead caused her to become very active with cruzing around the territory instead. In reality, the lack of social interaction she had been taking part in had mainly come off the homework overload her roleplayer had been taking part in over the week and all the silly tests- but that couldn't really be transferred through roleplay so during the time the cheetah had just become more of a loner in replacement for her usual personality. Now though, she was back to her usual business. Or well, she had been for these last few days without much notice from her clanmates.
She was quite fine with that though, as she had strangers to get to know. And not just the strangers in her clan- the strangers in surrounding clans as well. Perhaps even loners. She honestly didn't care- as long as they happened to be kind to her. Truthfully, that probably wasn't the best thing to look for when coming into contact with a stranger- but at the moment she didn't hold any true loyalties anywhere so it wasn't like she could betray anyone.
And it just so happened that a few days back, or at least a day back (she couldn't remember the exact date), she had come across a rather odd specimen. For starters, it was a reptile- something you didn't catch much sight of on the islands of Blizzardclan. It would be fairly hard for them after all to climb the long flight of stairs that led up to the isles, and it wasn't usually seen of from reptiles due to their shorter legs and longer body frames. In this case though, the reptile she had met didn't even happen to have legs. It was a snake actually, and a rather interesting one too. Perhaps though, she had just found it interesting because she had never really experienced being with a snake before.
In fact, she didn't really know how to care for the snake for that matter. And why would she want to care for the snake? Well, it seemed lost to her, which she didn't appreciate seeing in anyone. It was a bit saddening that the poor thing hadn't accepted the mouse she had tried to give it. Maybe it was the fact she had killed it for them- or maybe just the fact it didn't trust her. But it seemed to trust her a little bit now- perhaps because she had made it clear she wasn't going to ignore the snake and instead give it attention regardless what it wanted, and that maybe the snake had just given up on things and accepted it. That could potentially be the reason why. She was a bit curious where the snake had come from though- considering the fact it actually did smell like another group. She just couldn't pinpoint the said group, and it didn't help either that the snake couldn't just tell her where it had came from. It almost seemed as though the other was mute really.
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The female would approach quietly, a fictional pair of brows furrowing as she neared the group. It seemed Beck had made it their own little thing to gift participants in weekly tasks with assignments that they didn't like. This had happened to a few other members as well. In truth- she was a little afraid to ask herself because of this. What if she got something that wouldn't be in her ideal as well? Most definitely it probably wouldn't be as bad as the others, since Beck didn't know her, but it could still easily be pretty bad for her.
"I'll spar with you Rajah- if you're willing to fight a girl" Beut would volunteer with a cheeky smirk, her pale blue gaze travelling over to land on the white tiger. She knew from her joining that he was rather nervous, but hopefully he wouldn't mind the friendly banter. It was all just for fun and games after all- she didn't mean for anything bad to come off it.
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"I'll take a task" Beut hummed as she approached, her pale gaze blinking as she eyed Beck. At the moment, it seemed Sweet had joined in to help assign the little missions they were being given, although in truth she didn't really mind who gave it to her in the end. Personally she might like one from Sweet a bit more due to the fact she didn't want one that would make her feel bad about herself (as Beck was quite clearly attempting that with their tasks), but in the end she decided not to be too picky.
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Giving a concerned look as the other claimed she wasn't in fact trespassing, but rather that she simply belonged on the land and shouldn't be quested for it, the cheetah couldn't help but give a small flick of her tail tip. It also appeared the roles had been switched, and now she happened to be the one being interrogated. Well.. sort of. In truth she just happened to be getting her name requested, although she was still quite a bit offended by the tone she had been given by the other who was reaching for the information.
"NightlyBeauty, I'm NightlyBeauty. And this is Blizzardclan territory. I understand you lead an allied clan, but that doesn't mean you can go about trespassing on our land because of your status" the female would respond blankly, her pale blue gaze blinking out of annoyance. Oh well- there went the idea of being nice to the drunken cat. Now though the other female had managed to piss her off, and that wasn't exactly good. Well.. depending. Honestly sometimes she found those who pissed her off rather attractive because they gained her attention, but at the moment she just wasn't too sure about this one.
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Ooo! Tracking for now <33
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Beut could willingly help fill one(or multiple) of his vials
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She wasn't a patrol, but she did happen to be a Blizzardclanner- so in the long run perhaps her appearance would be at least a little helpful. And who knew, maybe someone else who actually would prove helpful seemingly followed her over. Of course she would have to wait for that to happen- since as far as she knew, she was just alone right now approaching the Riverclan leader.
"Hello there, may I ask your name and business?" Beut would request, stating the regular phrase that had seemingly been passed down for generations on end now. It wasn't anything special, but at the moment the powdered white cheetah's mind seemed to be in another place compared to the current situation.
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Another meeting? Well she supposed she would stop by to listen. Perhaps she would learn something interesting. She had to be honest though, she wasn't expecting way too much. It wasn't like much had happened this week. Yes- Sunclan had gone through some issues with their territory that had led to her and a few other Blizzardclanners helping out, but nothing really had happened to Blizzardclan in particular. At least from what she knew. They had had a rather casual week (minus all the silly pranks and rather disturbing ones), so maybe there just wasn't much to talk about in this meeting.
Approaching the others, the powdered white cheetah would seat herself silently, her pale blue gaze landing on Sweet. Well.. she supposed she would just have to wait and find out what would truly be announced in the meeting.
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It would be smart to add detail and shading to the eyes, as in the piece the appear flat
(also opps, sub-account post)
Also usually when I do lighting on white characters, I tend to just make stronger shaded points or add a soft blue(or yellow works, but I usually go with the lighter version of whatever fits the character best) hued white to the lighting area. Of course though, that's my personal style and you might not like it as much.
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It's basically the closest tone to white with a color- if that makes more sense.
Regular brush, just lower opacity on a new layer
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whoops sorry, i suppose i read things wrong (usually people list things characters are open to rather than the other way around lmao)
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The female hadn't been doing her regular patrol of the borders for once, which was rather odd considering she liked to spend her time trying to pick out joiners on the border and what-not. Of course though, as a Blizzardclanner it was a good idea to also spend time with her "adopted family". Plus, it seemed that Rajah had set a little something up over here.
As the powdered white cheetah approached, Beut would grow to the realization that the white tiger had actually made gifts for everyone. Well.. it was more like he had made a few gifts in particular for a few Blizzardclanners, and the rest of the collection was just for those who probably felt left out. Fair enough- she knew a few members off the top of her head that would probably feel butthurt if they weren't included in getting presents. Of course, she wasn't one of those members, so the interest in gifts alone wasn't really there for her- but it was still nice to see.
"Who're the gifts for?" the regular member would ask, nodding towards the pile. She hadn't any intentions of taking anything for herself, as she liked to save the possibilities of gaining presents for something meaningful, instead of just there to give the false impression of kindness- but she was still curious what their underlying purpose was.
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The cheetah was.. lost. Lost in her own mind as she wandered through the undergrowth. The fem hadn't a clue where she belonged anymore, wondering if she really fit anywhere at all. Blizzardclan had been a bust, and the fem couldn't even remember where she had lived before that. Not that it really mattered though- she doubted anyone even noticed she had disappeared from either of the two places. It was true that her body was unique- one of a kind really- but that didn't mean anything when it came to actually being remembered. And for many reasons, she found it right to believe that no one remembered her. Or if they did, it was only but a faint memory that they couldn't shake, but couldn't dig further into either. That was what part she seemed to place in life. A simple ghost who wandered the night, looking into crevices for belonging.
Slipping into a sitting position on the border, the fem would wait in silence for someone to come across her. She had doubts anything would come out of her presence here, but perhaps she would be noticed regardless her negative attitude. The starving cheetah had nowhere else to go after all, so if she gave up here this would probably be the end for her.
