Posts by ~Dreamkit

Overview
- African Serval
- Female
- Born on December 21st 2017 ( ages realistically )
- NPC X NPC
- Attack in #ffff99

Physical
- Small african serval with golden brown fur spotted with black. She has large brown eyes.

Personality
She is an anxious, wary child because of a poor first month with her mother mentally abusing and neglecting her. She will be kind, and generous toward others perhaps to a fault because she is afraid to displease others. This mentality leaves her vulnerable to those that may attempt to exploit her in some way. Dreamkit searches for a new family in everyone she meets, and if not a friend. Despite her anxiety, once she has warmed up to someone she becomes very outgoing and humorous.

Relations
- Parents: NPCs

Recent events
- Joined BlizzardClan

History
- Joined BlizzardClan 21/03/17

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]How did the 3 month old serval end up in front of the giant staircase to floating islands beside a mountain? Sounds like a dream, if you ask me. But that's a story for another day.
Now, Dreamkit sat at the base of the stairs, paws shuffling and eyes shifting nervously. Why was she trying to reach out to civilization? They wouldn't want her. No one did. She should just turn back and....
No. I've come this far, she told herself. No turning back now. And so the kitten began her ascent of the stairs, awe replacing the fear in her eyes as she approached the island in the clouds, now actively seeking someone instead of wishing no one else existed.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Pulled out of her daze by the touch on her shoulder, Dreamkit jumped several feet into the air, stumbling and spinning around in a panic. Settling her nerves, the kit looked up to a fortunately kind face, and a trembling smile crept back onto her face. The cat was.... well, pink. It was confusing, but a welcoming look to the kitten. At Pixel's words, however, her eyes once again blew up in the beginings of panic, but was quite quickly shut down by her brain. She doesn't seem mad. It's okay. Still, Dream nodded. "S-sorry. I h-hadn't realized."
At the sound of another arrival, the serval looked up to meet the gaze of someone much like herself. "D-D-Dreamkit," she replied, taking another deep breath to steady her voice. "Nice to meet you, Pierce." As the chilling breeze passed, the kitten shuddered, but held her head high, continuing to observe the two strangers. A pink, winged cat and a serval carrying a satchel? Not a common sight.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit began to visibly relax as all her fears were disproved. Everyone here seemed nice so far, and the kit forcefully shut out the negative voice sure to arise before it could. She'd save that inner argument for later. A bright smile shone of her face at Fadingmoon's offer and Dream nodded eagerly. "I was hoping to stay here, if that's alright. Food and drink would be nice, too, if it's not a bother..." The serval released her tensed muscles with a slow exhale, ceasing the shuffling of her paws.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit approached with curiosity, ignoring the underlying axiety that came with all confusion. Now was not the time. Instead, the kit focused on her surroundings, listening to the tasks as they were given out and briefly taking in each stranger around her, though recognized a few faces and picked up a few names. "I-I'll have one, p-please," she said softly, debating whether to repeat herself in case she hadn't been heard.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit nodded and a smile appeared on her face. She couldn't go too wrong with flowers. "Thank you! I-I'll start on it as soon as possible."

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The welcoming nature seemed to run in everyone in the Clan, thankfully, and Dreamkit's smile only grew as others approached to greet her. Names of the others looped round her mind in her best efforts not to forget them, and their appearances were also logged into her memory.
At Pierce's offer to find warmth, Dream nodded eagerly. "I-it is a little cold out h-here..." she murmered, smiling sheepishly up at the older serval. "I'd really appreciate th-that. Thank you."
On Germanicus' arrival, Dreamkit smiled again, more comfortable now with strangers as they all seemed kind enough so far. "N-nice to meet you."
/mobile

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit had enjoyed crafting the bouquets of flowers; the repetitive task was mundane enough to not be frustrating, but took some artistic thought to be put into the design to silence intruding voices in her head. However, what Dream had not considered was the next part of the task: the delivery of the bouquets to a wide variety of different, unknown, unpredictable strangers. Panic began to creep in from the corners of her mind, but she took a series of deep breaths and admired her hard work on the flower arrangements to calm herself.
With a determined nod and a small smile on her face, Dreamkit turned from her little corner of camp to face the center, bustling with other members. "B-b-bouqets of flowers to w-welcome spring!" she called out in a squeak.
/mobile

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit was not a fan of the idea of fighting, even if only for training purposes. Too much could go wrong. The serval was far too young anyway, so would be staying behind. "Go-ood luck," she called out to no one in particular, but anyone who may be going to the mock raid.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit's eyes lit with interest as the cat approached and spoke her name. However, this also came with an immense pressure on herself to know the other's name, and Dream could only sit there with her mouh agape for a few moments, wishing she could just disappear. Shaking her head to relieve these thoughts, the serval instead put on a smile and went to answer the question from the feline instead.
"Thank you. I learned f-from my mo..ther..." Dreamkit's sentence trailed off with her thoughts, though she shuddered to bring herself back to the present. "Would you like one?" she offered, stepping aside to allow Wisteria full view of the variety of bouqets.
The arrival of a familiar face made her dark eyes light up and she flashed a smile toward the approaching serval. "Hello, Pierce!" The vice-leader had been an immediately welcoming, kind character Dream had been glad to meet upon joining. "I-I'm not so sure... But I did put a lot of time i-into them." The kitten had enjoyed the distraction with the activity, and probably made a few too many bouqets because of it, but better too many than too few.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit was just relieved to see others arriving at the same time as her so she didn't stand out as alone, or arrive after or during the leader's speech. Though she didn't recognise Sweet, she was definitely the one with authority in the Clan. Dream was not certain what was happening, but decided to follow the other's actions, exhaling shakily. It's okay, she told herself, just do what they do.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]A game would always interest but terrify Dreamkit. Especially something like this was a concern, where she could be so suddenly put on the spot. Thankfully, she arrived just after someone had filled in gaps and before the next questions were posed, so sat down to correct her rapid breathing and place a smile on her face. "I-I'll play," she squeaked scanning for a familliar face with a sense of desperation.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Before attending this event, Dreamkit had sat and argued with herself for an unknown (but certainly very long) time. Her anxiety told her everything would go wrong. She'd make a fool of herself. Not know what to do and stand out as the weirdo. Instead of letting these thoughts cosume her, the young serval had decided to come to the party with hopes of a good experience. Perhaps meet someone new, have some fun, whatever people normally do at parties.
However, upon arriving, she saw a very common theme throughout everyone she saw which she was so clearly lacking: green. It couldn't be mere coincidence. Everyone bar a few individuals were in green.
Forcing the rising panic back down, Dream held her head high and relaxed with a few deep breaths before briskly walking to the child's table and helping herself to some water, but only after seeing others take drinks as approval that it was allowed.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]/track for now before I fall asleep on my feet

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]/track for now, I'll reply in the morning!

/tracking on mobile before I fall asleep - I'll reply in the morning

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit didn't recognize many names that had been stated, but would call out a "C-congratulations!" nonetheless. She wasn't sure exactly what all the ranks meant, but had a basic idea of what had gone on. The ranking system didn't really appeal to the kit yet, but perhaps one day when she was more interested it would be an achievement to look forward to.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit was terrified of parties. Too many people, too much going on, too many things to do... No. This would be fun. This would be fine. Steadying her shaking breaths, the serval followed the crowd into the pyramid with a small smile on her face, frantic breathing slowly but surely calming. Once inside, she observed the grand interior, in awe of the setup. The host had clearly put a lot of time and thought into this. If Dream came across her, she would surely at least attempt to say so. However, the young serval only found herself frozen to the spot - not exactly panicking, but unable to act - so simply watched the actions of everyone else as they passed, eyes wide and startled, finding distraction in the sounds of background music and muffled conversations.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit saw the small crowd and debated with herself for a while whether to go over. It looked fun, but there were a lot of people. And a stranger would be touching her a lot and probably try to make conversation.....
But it really did look pretty. And that argument tended to always win over in the child's mind. Cautiously making her way over, she hid behind Pierce and peered around once Sylmae's session was finished. Clearing her throat, she decided to speak up. "C-could I have some, p-please?"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dreamkit recognized the winged husky from around BlizzardClan, of course, but didn't believe she had ever spoken to her, nor could she say she knew Sylmae at all. Despite this, the archangel's discomfort was obvious. Steeling herself for the worst, Dream stood and made her way over to her Clanmate, trying to swallow the lump in her throat so she'd be able to speak upon arrival. The serval was tiny beside the older canine, and admittedly intimidated. Still, she looked up and gave Syl a bright smile. "I-is it S-Sylmae?" she asked, voice shaking.
/rushed toward the end, sorry