Posts by veronika

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  • I love to be [Open + Introduction]

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    ver had no patience with kits. why couldn't they deal with their problems by...not whining? she was sure she didn't do that as a kit, but then again, she seemed to not remember anything of her early childhood.


    padding swiftly up to the two cats, the thin femme's tail lashed like a whip as she stared at the kit more like it was a pest than a cat. "hm, best get fawnpaw." she mused, almost saying dawnstar, though she remembered that the former medicine cat was now the leader. how confusing for the former rogue.


    //ic opinions of needed

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  • I love to be [Open + Introduction]

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    ver had no patience with kits. why couldn't they deal with their problems by...not whining? she was sure she didn't do that as a kit, but then again, she seemed to not remember anything of her early childhood.


    padding swiftly up to the two cats, the thin femme's tail lashed like a whip as she stared at the kit more like it was a pest than a cat. "hm, best get fawnpaw." she mused, almost saying dawnstar, though she remembered that the former medicine cat was now the leader. how confusing for the former rogue.


    //ic opinions of needed

    tags 3.11.17

    tags 3.11.17

  • Chidori||o, introduction

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    ver, as she obviously expressed, wasn't good with kits. anything they did confused and sometimes annoyed the dilute tortie femme. oh well, the recent influx in kits forced her to be somewhat tolerant.


    padding up to owlkit, she smiled crookedly as she faced the kit. how did mothers do this again? her ears flattened against her skull as she spoke. "u-uh...nice mossball there." she stuttered, sitting down next to the kitten.

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  • trying to undo the love that im tied to [open - introduction]

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    meet and greet? well, ver didn't have to do anything in particular, so she didn't see why not. the femme's dilute tortie fur shine with obvious care as she bounded over, blinking at lilacpaw.


    what fazed her the most was that lilacpaw was taller than most apprentices she'd seen. wasn't he the one who was gifted an apprentice name although he was once a warrior? that thought almost sent a snicker out of ver's mouth, but she knew how to hold her tongue.


    "i'm veronika. ver for short. nice to meet you, lilacpaw." she meowed somewhat numbly, dipping her head in respect. she was almost a year younger than him, though the thoughts of not paying respect to elder cats - it was a waste of time in her eyes - still rang fresh in her mind.

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  • welcome, lilacmask

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    she supposed that this cat deserved a cheer from the hardy femme. after all, moving clans must be extremely hard, all the new cultures must be hard to get used to. like how she managed to be able to be able to transition from an introverted rogue to a slightly less introverted warrior of windclan.


    "you have my congratulations." ver mewed, padding up to him with a curt bow of her head, something that seemed like a waste of time to her but heard it was 'polite'.

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  • Friends and I [Open + Moss Ball]

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    how many mossball were in camp anyways? it looked like everyone was toting them nowadays, from the former queen aspenfang to all the kits. she sighed, her ears flicking, as she approached the younger kit.


    "uhm, how do you play?" she mewed, embarrassed. she wasn't born in the clan and only really knew the basics, not how to play 'mossball'.

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  • tired of the way that things have been | intro

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    so that was the new warrior? ver had been present at most ceremonies now, and each one seemed the same, except for their names and the virtues part. oh well.


    her fur shone in the moon, with obvious grooming. she padded up to the tabby, dipping her head and sitting down without hesitation.


    "hey." she mewed, teeth glinting like pearly pillars. "i'm veronika." she stated next, her tail lashing behind her. "you're the new warrior, right?" she mewed in her russian accent, her eyebrows raising slightly.


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  • tired of the way that things have been | intro

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    so that was the new warrior? ver had been present at most ceremonies now, and each one seemed the same, except for their names and the virtues part. oh well.


    her fur shone in the moon, with obvious grooming. she padded up to the tabby, dipping her head and sitting down without hesitation.


    "hey." she mewed, teeth glinting like pearly pillars. "i'm veronika." she stated next, her tail lashing behind her. "you're the new warrior, right?" she mewed in her russian accent, her eyebrows raising slightly.


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  • can't help but feel i've lost what's mine// abandoned kit// intro

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    ver approached the cats, her eyes setting on the kit. so. many. kits. ver was starting to think that the little pests were taking over the world or something, and she dipped her head as she entered within view, dilute tortie pelt shining.


    "ah." she mewed, as if surprised that a kit was found without a mother. "what's her name? should we give her one if she doesn't have one already?" the femme suggested, sitting down quietly.

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  • YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND | open

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    "brat." ver greeted her brother in russian, a language she hadn't used in quite a long time and seemed almost foreign to her. she had approached from the center of the moors, where she had been attempting to chase after rabbits, and had caught one, which she had promptly buried for later. she then turned to aspenfang and stormgaze, dipping her head. "hey. is this a patrol or something?" she mewed, frowning.


    // brat means brother in russian end me

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  • WindClan Chat/Plot

    [fancypost= bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;font-color:white] oh gee, i'm still in school and you guys make me wanna stay in school xD

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  • border patrol assignments : open

    [fancypost= bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;font-color:white] "same with me." ver mewed as she approached, sleek fur glossy. her eyes turned towards the new leader, as she dipped her head.

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  • border patrol assignments : open

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    "let's go then." veronika meowed, following sunrise in the lead, waiting for frogleap with an attentive green-eyed gaze.

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  • TOM'S DOG {+} o, chat au

    [fancypost= bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;font-color:white] ver_the_huntress1001: i hate autocorrect. i hope it's the cookies that come get us, at least we can eat those.

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  • TOO MUCH [&] OPEN

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    a bad dream? ver didn't have a lot of dreams, but the ones she had were of the wilderness. cold, distant, hungry. her old life. she padded up to the warrior, angular ears craning forward in interest.


    "oh? and did this dream have any...significance to you? like, did it tell you anything?" she mewed, not sure how to word it. her ear twitched as she sat down, frowning,

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  • I WON'T BE HURT [&] OPEN

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    ver padded up to the warrior, the wind rustling through her short coat. her eyes focusing on the tabby as the dilute tortie's pelt shone with her dare in grooming. she then caught the scent of rabbit, and though she didn't see any near her, she assumed the femme had just gone hunting.


    stopping besides the fellow warrior, the tall russian-accentuated cat dipped her head as she sat down. "ah, what are you doing out here?" she mewed, frowning. she always tended to have a signature frown and flattened ears.

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