Posts by veronika

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hey! to join any clan, all you have to do is make a character, preferably with a subaccount, and make a joining thread, or jump right into the rp! you can also adopt from any litters if available in the character adoptions forum c:

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for as long as she knew, she lived alone. everything she experienced she did not share. she hunted for herself. she bore the stormy nights without another warm body to curl up to. she never knew her father, and her mother was only present with her for a short time. each held little sentimental value to veronika. if something happened to her parents, she wouldn't care. she was used to being on her own, and she didn't mind. but lately, she had been on edge. leaf-bare had been somewhat kind to her for a few moons, providing the bare minimum of scurrying, scrawny mice under the snow banks for her to eat, but this moon seemed to be the climax of winter. for when she woke up, there was no mice that day. she wouldn't have been surprised, after all it was leaf-bare. but this chain carried onto the next day, then to the next, then before she knew it, she could feel the ridges where her ribs were. she had been hungry before, but now it was a settling, throbbing pain in her stomach that she'd do anything to get rid of.

she feared she'd be dead in a few days.

veronika was scared of death. what was it like to see, she often wondered, absolute black? what was it like to have your senses choked by perpetual darkness? to not feel at all? truth was, veronika liked to live. she anticipated every start of the morning, the sun rising slowly to meet the sky. so for her, death was not an option. she'd have to relocate somewhere. where, she wondered?

she had heard of the clan named windclan. the clan of the free and the wind. well, did she seriously want to join a clan? did she seriously want to share her sleeping quarters with other cats, or share her prey? every cat for herself, she mused. if you couldn't survive without others, then you were weak in the world she lived in.

well, she must be goddamn weak, because before she knew, her now skinny limbs carried her towards in a direction. her mind went numb as she headed in a beeline in one direction.

veronika stopped as a rabbit-like scent wafted onto her nose. this must be windclan border, she'd heard they ate rabbits and hares and other animals like that. ver wasn't sure she even liked rabbits, but hey, anything to survive. perhaps she'd even stay. but that was somewhat in her dreams, as she knew she might leave as soon as greenleaf turned its heel. oh well, she probably needed to meet new cats anyways.

"hey! you guys got room for one more starving cat?" she called, her russian accent prime and ringing in her voice. she thought that introduction was quite humorous, provided that everyone was about ready to die in the damn snow.

( HECK my muse is low forgive me )

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ver heard a voice, sounding relatively as old as she was, give or take a few moons. whipping her fierce green eyes to meet the stranger, her gaze softened a bit to see she was alone. ver never liked cats traveling in groups - wait, what was she thinking? she was joining a clan! she should seriously get over her phobia - more like distaste - over crowds. sighing, the femme's tail swished as she spoke.

"i'm veronika, a rogue. i'd like to join the clan, if that's okay." she stated, russian accent blurring some of her words. she was unused to talking to someone, and began to worry if she would do something wrong. did she need to prove herself to join? her claws dug into the snow, blinking and looking away awkwardly, instead focusing on a drifting, crumpled leaf.

half-sister track ! haven't thought of a plot yet rip

character name: veronika
roleplayer name: tempest !
character rank: warrior
character age: 13 moons
character gender: female
mentor / apprentice / mother / kits: no mentor, apprentice, mother, or kits

Creating New Accounts Without Creating More Emails this link should help! if you have anymore questions you can pm my main account tempest !

ye!! and ooh that's cool! <3

[fancypost= bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;font-color:white] interaction thread w ver? i can imagine her being extremely annoyed at him and possibly becoming an enemy

[fancypost= bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;font-color:white] aaa smol track, thinkin bout doing it

also yes voltron references are aLWAYS NECESSARY

simple bump

unfortunately, no! i hope they're ok :c

ahh good <3

i see!! rip i missed that bc im new to wc bUT i hope goo recovers!! best of wishes to their family <3

tHAT MEME THO

eeee I would post in other threads but ill feel weird without having my joining approved lol

ee, freckle hasn't appointed a deputy yet rip

[fancypost= bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;font-color:white] ver's ears pinned back as more and more cats started to flood in. she was starting to get uncomfortable, but she was determined not to show even a sliver of that feeling. she was joining a clan, she couldn't cringe at large crowds because she'll be in one. she glanced at runningspirit, a tabby, then at stormgaze. each seemed equally friendly, though that fact, for some reason, did not quell ver's qualms. as both warriors spoke, she caught on the name frecklestar, which she assumed was the leader. blinking, she nodded happily as the two states that she could join. would it be official if freckle didn't approve of it? well, they couldn't blame her for that.

"thank you." she mewed, attempting to make her russian accent sound more like the equalized tones of the cats around her, but it sounded forces and as if she were talking to a kit instead of warriors. quickly changing her tone to her normal accent, she continued. "and yes, i am. i hope so." she mewed nervously, feeling as if that question held great magnitude in her future here. her whiskers twitched as one more cat came along, this time with a ginger pelt. she smiled awkwardly as she mewed again. "so, i can...actually go to the camp?" she mewed, eyes widened a little. she had never had a 'camp'. or a home. her life was sporadic and nomadic.

aaa im gonna go post in wc now that I've been 'accepted' :0