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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]The poor boy was shaking. Richard "Dick" Grayson wasn't sure how to cope with what he'd seen only hours ago. He'd run so fast, he'd run so far, he was soaked, he couldn't handle anything. Everything had melted into shapes and lines and static, and he was lost in it all. Dick shook as he stumbled to the Windclan border.The blood haunted his memory. Every time he closed his eyes he could see it. He shuddered.
He was only a boy, he didn't deserve this.
He made himself smaller against the wind and the outside world until he was just a dot of black in the grass. The child didn't need this pain, yet here it was. He shuddered.
The last flying Grayson.

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]The cold that enveloped him sent shivers through the boy. Dick was sure it was just the night falling, until he heard the pawsteps and the breathing. A threat? A comfort? He didn't know. His green eyes shot open and Dick hastily turned his gaze to the stranger. Oh god, what if it was...? But no, he was still where the child had run from, far away, far away.... Right?
"I..." Dick uttered. Yes, he was suffering. He had just witnessed the murder of two people he loved most. The void in him was huge, the images were still fresh in his head, he couldn't handle it. Dick just nodded to confirm what Vader had observed.
The large figure was strange to Dick. He'd worked at the circus with his family, but had never seen a creature quite like Vader. The thoughts of curiosity were a mild distraction from the overwhelming weight of what he'd seen.

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]You are afraid of me. No, that wasn't true. He was afraid of the man that had... well. Dick didn't want to think about it, no matter how it plagued his mind. But even though he wasn't afraid of Vader, he couldn't find the energy or his voice to make a rebuttal. As for his second statement, Dick wasn't sure he believed it. Fear keeps you alive? How? Fear was so negative, how could it keep something as precious as life safe? But then he thought back. His parents hadn't been afraid. And now.... He had been afraid, and he was still here. So there had to be some truth to what the lion was saying, wasn't there?"Please help," he whimpered, uncurling himself to face the impossibly tall male. He had lost something so dear to him, he had lost the only thing that mattered. His voice cracked with emotion, some sound not even escaping past his lips before he had to stop and stifle a sob. "I don't know what to do."
Tears welled in olive eyes, spilling down his face. He had lost.
At Vader's offer, he didn't budge just yet. It didn't seem shady, but it didn't seem safe. Nothing felt safe right now. Dick startled at the new voice- he had been so focused on the lion that Blueridge had completely taken him aback. The boy scrambled away from the feline, at least until he could recognize that the other wasn't a thread.
"I'm, uh..." the boy began, but trailed off. What was his name? Suddenly he felt very alone, not grounded to any one thing. He felt like he was floating above himself. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but his mind went blank, and that was better than dealing with his current reality. But as he focused on Blueridge's words, he snapped back into it.
"Dick Grayson."
His mind and body threatened to separate again, and the child tried to focus on something, but he was slipping.

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]DO NOT POST HERE PLEASE.

this thread will keep all of dick's important information, opinions, and art together.

index:
I ........ biography
II ....... tags
III ...... future plans
IV ...... opinions
V ....... relationships
VI ...... art storage
VII ..... extra

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; height: 300px; padding: 25px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]THE BASICS;
——name: richard grayson
————nickname: dick
——residence: windclan
——rank: kit
————wanted ranks: leader
——age: 5 months
——birth date: nov 11th
————astrological sign: scorpio
————birth place: gotham
——voice: click

APPEARANCE;
——species: domestic cat
——appearance description: a small jet-black kitten with olive green eyes.
————fur color: completely black.
————eye color: green like olives and prairies.
————accessories: none right now.
————body build: he's pretty small and not very muscled, but that's probably just because dick is still a kitten.

PERSONALITY;
——personality description: answer
————optimist, realist, or pessimist?: optimist
————introvert or extrovert?: extrovert
————coffee or tea?: tea
————books or movies?: movies
————indoors or outdoors?: outdoors
——positive traits: compassionate, works hard, social, charming, challenges himself, ambitious.
————best quality: text
————helpful habits: text
——negative traits: distrustful, doesn't open up to people easily, impulsive,
————worst quality: text
————bad habits: text
————strongest skill: text
————weakest skill: trusting people and calming his nerves once he's worked up.
——likes: text
——dislikes: text

RELATIONSHIPS;
——relationship status: single
————taken by: none
————crushing on: none
————previous loves: none
——romantic attraction: biromantic
——sexual attraction: asexual
——close to family?: he was very close to his parents before they were recently killed. their absence has left him feeling empty and confused, and he'll need help to get back on his feet.
————parents' statuses: both were killed by a mafia grunt.
——best friends: answer
——enemies: answer

HISTORY;
——important childhood experiences: his parents were murdered by a mafia grunt. for what reason, dick doesn't know. before they died, he performed in a circus as an acrobat and one of the 'flying graysons'. now he is the only flying grayson left.
——important teenage experiences: none yet.
——important adulthood experiences: none yet.
——significant belongings: none.

COMBAT INFORMATION;
——physical difficulty: easy
——mental difficulty: easy
——weapon of choice: his own paws
——powers: none yet

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]A distraction allowed him to anchor his spirit to his body for a bit. Poppykit's question must have meant she was concerned for him, something he hadn't really noticed in the other two. They had been curious, not compassionate. The child took a deep, shuddering breath and focused his green gaze on her. He swallowed.
"Mom and dad," he started with a croak, but almost instantly his voice gave out along with his will to continue. The events were too recent to recount. Emotion crashed around Dick and he couldn't focus. "I couldn't help." But he should have helped. The child bit his lip hard and resisted the urge to cry again. They had died because he couldn't help them. Maybe he shouldn't have run, but should have tried to fight off the man who had killed them.
The tiny black kitten shook where he stood. But finally, he began to walk, following Vader silently.

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]my son just recently had his parents killed and that kind of sucks, so hes in need of some love!

OPEN TO:
- friendships, enemies, general drama (maybe rumors and stuff)
- emotional suffering
- someone to teach him combat and basically be his mentor.

CLOSED TO:
- romantic relationships
- death, maim, or capture / torture
- r*pe

if you want to create more detailed / long plots, shoot me a conversation!! and if more information would help with plotting then there is a link to dick's biography in his signature, along with more information : -)

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]BASIC TAGS;
richard "dick" grayson / male / 5 months
windclan / child / orphan

APPEARANCE TAGS;
tiny black kitten with ruffled fur / olive green eyes
no muscle / a soft boy / feels like a friend
no accessories / no important possessions

PERSONALITY TAGS;
a soft, special boy / excitable when talking about something hes interested in
very introverted but very social around friends / doesn't trust strangers; trust issues
impulsive / empathetic / advocate of justice

RELATIONSHIP TAGS;
?romantic / ?sexual / single
not interested / no crushes / no 'maybe' crushes
½ of none / ½ of none
loves his friends

FAMILY TAGS;
orphan / npc x npc
adopted by (father figure) / very close to (father figure), doesn't usually leave his side

COMBAT TAGS;
very easy physically / very easy mentally
training in combat to become stronger / trying his best
won't start fights / will fight back
no weapons / no powers

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]I NEED A HERO: after the death of his parents, dick doesn't know where to turn. he feels weak and alone, and he needs someone to support him and help him through this. while friends have tried their best, the real person dick needs right now is the same person he had just lost: a father. finally, the father figure enters his life and begins to take care of him, training him in fighting and stability. he teaches dick about important fatherly things, like serving justice, becoming a superhero, the works. but he also teaches dick how to be a part of a family again, even if it's just the two of them.

TO ME: after recovering from the trauma of the murder of his parents, dick realizes that the thing he most wants now is to put the man who killed them away. along with the rest of the mafia that the guy worked for. dick organizes a team of crimefighting cool kids (of which he is the head) and sets out to right the world with them.

NIGHTWING: while the organization is still going strong, dick realizes teamwork isn't his thing anymore. he breaks off from the group and becomes his own justice: nightwing.

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Dick felt a similar anxiety thrumming through him constantly now. Every stranger was a threat, around every corner were claws ready to slit his throat. After the murder of his parents, the child wasn't sure that anything was entirely safe anymore. Socializing just wasn't appealing anymore.
But, like Solardust, he knew he would have to try at least.
So, the raven-hued kitten made his way over to the kitsune, paws lightly kneading the ground as he studied them. They didn't seem like a killer, so it must have been safe, right?
"Hullo," Dick mewed hesitantly, ears twitching with nerves. "I'm Richard. People call me Dick."
The boy was beginning to have second thoughts about the interaction. Even if the kitsune looked nice enough, there was no proof that they wouldn't snap and slit his throat or stab him or shoot him or- no. He had to calm down. The child steadied his breathing, claws digging into the ground suddenly.

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]YELLS HULLO WINDCLAN IM BACK
it's pretendiings / slimekid / feral here how are nyall doing

my weekend was pretty good!!! i got froyo with my friends today and we talked about a film like saving private ryan but instead of private ryan it was shrek so that was interesting

allso yells does anyone want threads with dick bc he needs interactions

NAME / ★★★ / "SONG LYRIC"
OPINION

NAME / ★★★ / "SONG LYRIC"
OPINION

disclaimer: all of these opinions are strictly in character!

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]rip i live in corn country so nowhere near texas :'-0 wish u luck with that storm dude

HOLA APRIL!!! robin is my Actual Son and i love him (like?? all the versions of him. dick. damien. jason. tim. all of them r my sons and theyre SO GOOD mostly dick tho hes precious) but yes please!!! i lov mob

hello arcy!!!! tbh dick will get over his anxiety around solar if they hang out enough so he should be good B -)
SOL IS ALSO PRECIOUS AND I LOV THEM!!!!

who makes the threads btw : -0 i can make one of them just not the other bc im lazy

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ok thank u sm!!! @ april i'll make ours : -)

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Rain thrummed against the boy's windows. He didn't dare leave the safety of his room, where strangers didn't threaten him with their presence every second he was outside. Thunder cracked and he jumped, certain that somebody was banging at the panes of glass shielding him from the outside world, trying their best to get in. Dick couldn't take it anymore. He hated living in fear, but he didn't know how else to live, at least right now. Nothing felt safe since his parents had died.
Finally, he rose from his spot in his room and exited, stepping into the hallway to get away from the noise of the storm. Olive eyes stared blankly and hollowly at his door for a long time. The child didn't know how long he'd just sat there staring, listening, waiting. But it was certainly a while. Eventually he rose to his paws and trudged to the kitchen (wherever that was- he was just letting his paws lead the way at this point) for something to drink. His parents had always made him tea before bed, and even though the memory of them was fresh and painful, the tradition wasn't one he could miss. Dick fumbled around until he got in a position where he could reach the cabinets, where he hoped cups and tea bags were stored. But... there was one problem. He could only barely brush them with his paws. The child wasn't tall enough to get the door open on his own, let alone drag anything out of the shelves inside without making a huge mess.
"Uh..."
What would he do now?

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]@[ MOB ] here!! is their thread

dont worry about it dude tysm!! im sure it's fine : -) i'll respond soon!

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opinion on them / their relationship

NAME / RELATIONSHIP WITH DICK
opinion on them / their relationship

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ART STORAGE
all of dick's art will go here, both created by me and others.

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plotting thread / pinterest board / link here

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[fancypost=background: transparent; line-height: 15px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]Dick would have never joined a clan either, had it not been for the murder of his parents. If he had it his way, he would still be living with them, performing as a Flying Grayson at the circus, leading a happy life. That's all he wanted still. The circus wasn't stifling, but clan life was a place where he was surrounded by strangers. He wasn't exactly a fan of it, considering each and every stranger seemed like a looming threat nowadays. And that was stifling.And yet, he was stuck here, too. Dick couldn't exactly leave the only shelter he had left. He was still a kitten, only five months old, not ready to face the world on his own by any means. It wasn't like he really had a choice. It was either stay, or die. The child shuddered at the thought of death- there was far too much of it for a child his age, he seemed to be surrounded by it now. He hoped that it wouldn't linger forever.
The boy had finally hauled himself out of his room and into the open area that was camp. He was hoping not to run into anyone, but there was... someone out there. Thankfully, Dick actually recognized them.
"Oh, uh, hi Solarflare," the kitten called, trundling over a bit hesitantly. Even though he recognized them, it didn't mean they weren't a danger. Everything was a danger until it proved itself not to be. That was the philosophy the child was living by for now.