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[center][color=#FC89AC][font=georgia]ROSEWATER
i'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart ![fancypost=background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 460px;][font=georgia][color=#FFC0CB]She'd trekked all the way from her mother's den to the border of RiverClan, and all Rosewater could see was swamp. It was also all she could smell, other than the strong scents of other animals. This reassured her, for although she had now realized that RiverClan appeared, at first glance, to just be a massive, boggy swamp, at least it had other creatures. That was a plus. That reminded her to stop wrinkling her nose at the swamp, for her mother had told her to make a good first impression. That was about all the advice she gave Rosewater before she kicked her out of the den, besides a suggestion to try and join a clan, because there was generally safety in numbers. Rose had collected basic information from a few loners on the way, and she had gotten where she wanted to go- RiverClan's border. The white-furred kitten was sitting primly upon the border, mainly still except for when she reached one tiny paw up to adjust the pink silk bow that had been clipped to her left ear. It was the one remainder of her mother that she had left. In addition to the advice on first impressions and clans, she had given her a bow. A "going away present", she had called it. Rosewater thought it was more of a "kicking out gift", personally, but she had accepted the bow nonetheless, because she thought it looked pretty. So, there the four-month-old sat, her head held high and her face neutral, waiting for someone to come along.

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[font=georgia]The first animal that appeared before Rosewater, only a short time after she had started thinking about the swamp, appeared respectable. That was the word that Rose's mother would use for people she liked- respectable. Not "cool" or "nice", but simply respectable. The white kitten's unusual pink eyes did a quick flit over Evelyn as she heard her utter a few words, ending with a question. Yep, she seemed respectable, all right, what with the tiny smile and the politeness in her voice. Rosewater jutted out her chin, slightly, trying to look like she knew what she was doing. She opened her mouth, about to speak, and then another supposed RiverClanner came over. She gave off a very peppy, happy vibe, like maybe she had been a bouncing ball in her past life. That brought up the question in Rosewater's mind if one could be a bouncy ball in a past life, but Rose shook the thoughts out of her head. Those were meaningless thoughts, useless and not particularly helpful. The ivory-hued feline noted the way that the samoyed's gaze went to her ear. A burst of satisfaction popped up in Rosewater- the bow seemed to have an admirer! She had been right to take it from her mother when she had offered it to her. Then the kit processed Ivylee's words- she was the leader. A fluffy white-and-blue bundle like her? A leader? Although Rosewater had little to no experience with leaders (practically everything she knew was from her mother or the families of loners that had lived in the area where her mother had set up camp), she had assumed that they would look a little more, well, less happy. More serious. Stone-faced, maybe with short fur and a rough voice and a clean, curt attitude. That didn't seem to be the case here, but Rosewater didn't say anything about it. She just nodded, before she noticed something.

A plant, with a scarf. That in itself was curious, but then it spoke to her. The frigging plant spoke to her! Rosewater's jaw just about dropped, but she tried not to display any signs of surprise. She might look silly, then, and Rose didn't want to look silly, no no no. She just took it in stride, and cleared her throat awkwardly. What was she supposed to do? Answer it? It was a damn plant! That would be ridiculous. However, she was saved from having to talk to it (for a few more moments) by the fact that Rori had started talking. Rosewater hadn't even noticed her until she had, but when the younger girl begin to speak, she stared at her for a few moments, assessing her. She spoke like she was older than she actually was, with her words and all- and she was a medic's apprentice? That was interesting.

Then three more animals came over, all staying silent. One shot her a smile, one was simply looking at her, and the last one was also looking at her. Actually, basically everyone was looking at her. Not that Rose minded. She liked the attention. She cleared her throat and then, speaking as elegantly as one could while still having the high-pitched voice of a kitten, said, "Hello, all of you. My name is Rosewater and I'm here to join, if this place is RiverClan." She paused for a moment. [color=#000000]"It's nice to meet you all, even if it isn't." Good first impressions. Good first impressions. She wanted to ask "Does the plant actually speak?" but she resisted doing so, because what if it didn't? What if she had imagined it, and they all thought she was crazy? That was not a good first impression.

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[font=georgia]Oh. It was as easy as that? One just had to say a few words and she was in? Rosewater's nonexistent eyebrows were raised at this, but she would have much rather preferred being instantly in than having to go through an hour-long interview, or something like that. The kitten smirked at Rori's comment about her name, mainly because Rosewater had named herself that- well, sort of. Her mother had referred to her as "Rose", but in her two-day-long trip, the kit had decided that she should add something onto her name, to make her more of an individual. She knew that a lot of animals were named Rose, but Rosewater? Not really. It made her proud to know that somebody liked the name she had picked for herself. "Great, thanks. You can call me Rose or Rosy or whatever, if you want, though. I know Rosewater, however beautiful it is, can be a mouthful." She mentioned with a flick of her ear, feeling the weight of the bow on it but not taking it off. She liked the bow too much to do that. Then it seemed that Rori had read her mind, or maybe it had been the slightly surprised expression on Rosewater's face that had tipped her off, for the canine explained to her what the plant was. It took all Rose had in her not to laugh out loud. It had a name- Planty. Planty. At least now Rosewater knew that she wasn't insane. It was enough of a relief that she almost wanted to thank Rori, but that seemed silly, too, so she didn't. instead, she just said, [color=#FC89AC]"Oh, yeah, I was wondering about that. How does it even- it... it... it talked to me in my head. Is it possessed or something? How is it even alive like that?" She frowned just a tad, staring at the leafy thing. Weird.

what the title says, basically. this is rosewater's plotting thread. if you need info on her, here's a quick rundown of her; she's a four-month-old cis female domestic cat, has pure white fur and pink eyes, always wears a pink silk bow on her left ear, and is pretty small for her age. she's basically just a tiny, confused little bucket of sass. now, onto open/closed stuff. <3

she is open to;
like everything that isn't closed
she's open to crushes and friends and enemies and the whole shabang

she is closed to;
- death
- capture
- injury
- litters (what no eww)
- actual romantic relationships (when she hits six months, sure, but nah not right now)

umm i can't think of anything else for her being open to or being closed to, so just ask about it if you have a plot and it's not on this list. plot awayyy. o:

//rolls in
hi everybody!!
anyone want a thread with this lil angry floof? o:

ah sorry for the late response! yes to both the planty and the kynthia thread, would y'all like me to make them? o:

maybe rosewater and amberly could have that sort of pushing around and still coming back relationship? rosewater would maybe make fun of her a bit for what she does and how she talks and etcetera, but still act okay enough to not have it be a flat-out bullying thing, but instead a sort of toxic friendship?

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[font=georgia][color=#FFC0CB]The small white cat was present at the meeting, her ears pricked up curiously as Ivylee spoke. That was the samoyed leader she had met at her joining, and although Rosewater had doubted her leadership skills then (too bouncy, not enough seriousness), that doubt had faded away a bit. She still sounded sickeningly peppy, but at least her words themselves didn't sound all strangely happy and friendly. It took a few moments for Rose to actually work out what the dog had said, though. As Rosewater had joined hardly a day ago, she didn't know the ranks, so the rank changes were fine for her. It seemed that RiverClan was going for a sort of watery theme, which made sense, since it was RiverClan, after all. Adjusting the bow clipped to one ear, she thought about those promoted, if she knew any of them. She didn't recognize anyone's name from her joining, except for Planty. The feline still didn't understand how it talked and was sentient, and it had gotten a shoutout? That was... interesting.

And then there was something about someone about something to do with BlizzardClan and threats and whatever, but Rosewater was hardly paying attention then. She was too busy absently nodding, like she had totally payed attention, and inspecting her claws, which had unfortunately gathered a bit of dirt in them. Bleh.

sure! that sounds like fun relationship to rp out. xD

like the idea of the river thing- maybe rose could fall in and he could rescue her and she could just bitch at him about somehow making her fur muddy in the process of saving her (lmao she's bad at being grateful)? if you want, i can make the thread tomorrow. uvu

sure- i can make it tomorrow, if you want me to make it. c:

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]It was funny that Rosewater had joined a clan that had a river as, basically, the main attraction, and had even been named after it, because the white kitten simply couldn't swim. Her mother had taught her all sorts of other skills, but swimming? Nah. There hadn't been anything larger than a puddle-sized pond where Rosewater had formerly lived, and she had only gone near the water to drink from it. Now, here she was, at a clan that lived behind a cave with a waterfall, of all things- and where did that water come from? The river above, in the ghost town. The ivory-colored feline had gotten curious, not knowing much about the territory besides that the swamp was absolutely disgusting and way too boggy (this was a problem, since it was the main territory), and climbed the treacherous path to the top of the cliff, to look at the ghost town. She hadn't come in contact with much human things, and had marveled at it for a while, until her attention turned to the river.

It was a mass of churning water, and it looked scary, but since Rosewater had never seen such fast-moving water, she had decided to approach it a little closer. The bank of the river was sort of muddy, a sharp contrast between the dry earth around the rest of the ghost town, and the little cat recoiled in disgust. However, as she did so, one of her paws slipped. In a heartbeat, she had fallen into the river, clawing at the sides of the bank but getting no traction. Rosewater's paws frantically slapped at the water, but it was no good. It was all she could do to keep her head above the water, much less actually move to the side of the bank and get out.

click for the thread!
i made it hidden so that i wouldn't flood the board with private threads, btw.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]Oh, god. The plant was talking again, and it talked a lot. The white kitten just stood there, a slight frown on her face, as it talked to her in her head. Apparently its name was Planty the Potted Plant and, damn, it had a lot to say about not doing things to it. No eating it, no going to the bathroom on it, no moving it out of sunlight... it made Rosewater wonder what the hell it had been through to need to explain these basic things to her. Who actually tried to eat potted plants? Wasn't it obvious, if it was potted, that it wasn't supposed to be eaten? Rosewater supposed it made sense that somebody would try that, since apparently Planty had lived for centuries (Rose wasn't sure she believed that). It had seen empires rise and fall? It was not possessed? Energy drinks had been given to it? That was funny. Rosewater wondered if it would hate her a ton if she did that, even after it had told her not to. Maybe she could say that she had mistaken it for a different plant? That plan dropped right out of her head, though, when it asked if it could call her Miss Rosey. Wasn't that elegant, indeed! How was she supposed to respond, though? It spoke to her in her head (which was weird enough in itself, someone speaking to her in her head, but even weirder since it was a plant, of all things), so did she think in response, or talk? She decided to go with talking, as it had worked before. With a conscious glance at the other RiverClanners, she said, "Uhm, yes. You may call me Miss Rosey. I mean, call me whatever, as long as it has something to do with my name and isn't insulting. You say you've lived for centuries?" Rosewater looked at the plant suspiciously, still unsure whether or not she believed such a thing. How could a plant live for centuries? Wait, hadn't it said something about a current form, and Japan or something? Maybe she should have been listening more closely.

With that being said and done, Rosewater turned to Rick, eyes widening slightly. He was what was called a... tiger. The kitten hadn't seen many before (if any at all), and it was a little alarming, but she kept her face straight and calm. Indeed, Rick's perception of her had been right; she was a prim, stuck-up kid. She was even more so when Rose wasn't trying to make an okay impression on her new clanmates but, yes, she was just a kid. A very-mature-in-some-aspects kid, who looked at Rick with a bit of curiosity, mainly due to his scars and prosthetics. "Pleased to meet you. I think I'll be fine finding my own way around, thank you." She sniffed, and then turned to October.

Goodness, another dog. There were five canines at her joining, including October himself, and only two domestic felines- her thoughts were wandering along the same path as October's, and yet she did not know it. The big canine seemed pretty cheerful, like Ivylee, but not quite as bouncy. [color=#FFFFFF]"I'm good, thank you." [color=#FFFFFF][color=pink]She paused, looking confused, and then spoke again. [color=#FFFFFF]"But I never said I wanted to eat, uhm, Planty- oh, wait... you're joking. Oops."[color=#FFFFFF] [color=pink]A weak little laugh escaped her as she realized that she had misinterpreted what he had been saying. Great going, Rosewater.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]There were some strange things about RiverClan, such as that they could stand living in a swamp, that they were fine with the sound of a roaring waterfall day and night, that they had no qualms about the boggy ground, and... oh, yeah, the fact that they had a frigging sentient plant living among them, that was apparently centuries old. The pale feline had been inspecting the territory, trying to get used to the muddy ground that was absolutely ruining her fur, when she stumbled upon something. Not just a something, though- well, maybe, actually a something. Or was it a someone? Whatever it preferred, she had found damn Planty the Potted Plant. With a small huff of surprise, the kitten glanced at it curiously, which brought up the question in her head; could it see? And how did it hear? Could it move, or did its clanmates help it out? She didn't voice these questions, only said, "Oh, it's you." She really hoped that it was Planty and she hadn't just mistaken a random plant for it, but how many potted bonsai trees were there in RiverClan?

click for planty and rosewater's threaddd
sorry for the late response

also i will make the kynthia and rose thread later on today, i hope?? not sure, but i will try!!

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]She had been sure that she was going to end up at the very least really injured. Probably dead, you know, because she was heading for a waterfall, after all. But then, out of the corner of her eye, Rosewater thought she saw something streaking toward her like a frigging bullet, and then suddenly that something was in the water with her, lunging at her and missing her scruff (she hoped that was an attempt to save her, not to kill her or something horrible like that) and telling her not to panic- that reassured Rose that the animal probably wasn't trying to bite her neck. She couldn't really get a good look at whoever had just leaped into the water, but he looked to be canine, and his coat was in tones of brown. Rose didn't have much time to look at much else of him, though, because her eyes were filled with water, and her nose was filled with water, and her ears were- oh, damn, even her bow had gotten wet. Even at a time where her life was at stake, Rosewater hoped that her silk bow wouldn't get too damaged by the water.

As she floundered about like a confused fish that natural selection would totally kill off, she managed to stutter out as she beat the water, trying to move toward him but failing pathetically, "HOW DO- NOT- PANIC?!" [color=pink]It wasn't the most helpful thing she could have said in that situation, but Rosewater was totally panicking, and what she said was absolutely sincere. She had no idea how to swim, and this dude was telling her not to panic? It was like asking Rose to be a nice person- not gonna happen.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]Everything was happening so fast for Rosewater- too fast. First, her "rescuer" had clamped down on her scruff like he got a damn prize if he bit her hard enough, which wasn't all that pleasant, and she may have sort of wanted to smack him (which would have been a terrible idea, but Rose wasn't thinking rationally) in the face and tell him to loosen his grip. But then the next thing happened- she could have sworn that the water had gotten shallower, like they were near the bank, and the next thing she knew, Ramses had slipped and then she was fucking dangling over the edge of the waterfall. She had frozen, stiff as a board, swinging ever so slightly. Then, she was on a rock, and that was significantly better, but it still took her a few seconds to process what Ramses had said, because really all she could hear was the blood rushing in her ears.

"NO! THAT'S IDIOTIC!" [color=pink]She spat in response to his words, feeling too sick and afraid to say or, uh, yell much more. She felt like she needed to barf up a bunch of water, but when they were on a rock and she was currently being held by her scruff by an unfamiliar RiverClanner, it probably would not have been the best idea. It would probably actually make the situation worse, so Rosewater gulped and tried to fight the feeling, hoping upon hopes that Ramses did not try to jump. Rose didn't exactly feel like dying that day.

will be updated more when i get to know characters better uwu

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]Although no one had explicitly told her what weekly tasks were, Rosewater got the gist from the name. It was a task, and you were given a new one every week. The white-furred kitten was still adjusting to the new place, and the swamp's less than satisfactory look and smell, and it wasn't like Rosewater to go out of her way to help others, but she didn't want to come out of her joining seeming like a total bitch, so here she was. She cast a glance at Ivylee as she walked over, and then her eyes flickered to October and Ramses. The clan really did have a lot of canines.

"I'll have one." She sniffed delicately and, then, with those words spoken, turned sharply to Ramses. He had blood on his legs and chest and ewww, and it was absolutely gross. Rose's ears flew back, pinning to her head, even though it hurt a bit because of the bow that always adorned her left ear. [color=#FFFFFF]"What happened to you?" [color=pink]She asked the direhound, gesturing toward the blood.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]It was surprising for Rosewater to stumble upon a joiner, simply because she hadn't realized that she had walked to the border. One of Rosewater's current pastimes was walking around RiverClan's territory as she tried to get adjusted to it, not that she ever thought she would get used to the mud and muck of the swamp, so it was sort of useless. But she did it anyway, and that was how she came upon Tabitha, and heard her soft words spoken. The white-furred four-month-old stepped out from behind the clump of bushes she had been walking past, and did a once-over of the stranger. She was a tiger, like that dude Rick that she had seen at her joining, but this tiger was white, like Rosewater but with dark stripes.

She didn't look particularly intimidating, though, to Rose. The kitten gently toyed with the silk bow on her left ear with one paw, watching Tabitha for a moment. Then, she spoke. "I'm pretty sure RiverClan auto-accepts people? Like, I got in just by saying I wanted to join, so... yeah, I think you're in. Hello, welcome, whatever, I'm Rosewater." [color=pink]The delicate child's words were a little unsure, but her voice wasn't. If she had messed up on RiverClan's policies, which she might have, seeing as she had just joined no more than a few days ago, then she had messed up on their policies. No biggie.