Posts by Priscilla Inez

GENERAL INFORMATION:
✦ Priscilla Inez
✦ five moons — ages real-time (every 4th)
✦ cisgender female — asexual panromantic
✦ created 4/4/17
✦ RiverClan member [casual]

APPEARANCE:
✦ DOMESTIC FELINE | albino feline with pink markings and eyes
— has a "mane" of some sort that's kept neat and tidy
— frequently wears hair pins and clips

PERSONALITY:
✦ in a constant state of "wtf?" — zero patience — sarcastic — lazy
✦ *eye rolls in the distance* — "I am so done with this bullshit" — cranky
✦ generally friendly (generally being the key word) — "dude, you need a drink"
✦ reckless — uncertain about her future — lacks motivation — unhealthy habits
✦ obsessive — argumentative — more intelligent than she seems — suspicious
✦ easily angered — "idk why are you asking me?" — wants to be in charge but #responsibility
✦ feminine but in denial — "but what can you do for me?" — hungrier than u can believe
✦ Gryffindor — Candor — Thunderbird — Chaotic Neutral

POWERS:
✦ the sight

RELATIONSHIPS:
✦ single — no crushes — no "maybe" crushes
✦ npc x npc — generation one

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[fancypost=width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]"You'd think someone would've developed higher-quality booties for felines by now," murmured the female as she walked alongside the RiverClan river. She glanced into the water, staring at her distorted reflection as water droplets continued to hit the calm stream. It was difficult having long fur — especially during the wet season. It was even worse for the albino feline, as she hated the wet more than anything. "They're gonna ask me why I want to join RiverClan if I can't handle a little water," she huffed, kicking a rock a few steps in front of her.

What is the first impression you get of Priscilla when reading her tags and information page? What about her aesthetic and avvie?

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[fancypost=width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]At first, she was alone; and then, she wasn't. Typical. At the sight of someone walking right next to her — why the fuck did they scare her like that anyways!? — her face twisted into an expression of shocked mixed with embarrassment. "Er ... Hi there," she said to the (pretty strange-looking) pony, an eyebrow raising towards the sky. They rambled on for a moment, hinting that they were looking for an answer to an obvious question.

"I mean ..." she began, her eyes staring downwards while her brows went in the opposite direction. "... My name's Priscilla. But like ... you can call me whatever. I'm pretty chill — honestly. Oh! And I'm — uh — here to join? I mean ... if that's something you'll allow." Though I honestly don't know what clan would put a child in charge of welcoming visitors.

To make matters worse, more and more creatures seemed to be piling behind the first one to arrive. She noted that each appeared different from the others, and all were silent except one. An awkward smile spread on the feline's face as she attempted to greet the chirpy pup as best as she could.

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[fancypost=width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]Priscilla let out a huff of disappointment as the male began comparing her to the other female there. Not only was she a completely unique individual, but she thought herself much prettier than the other white feline. Rosey — or whatever her name was — didn't have the same lovely mane that she did. She wouldn't speak of it, of course; she was much nicer than that.

"I would really appreciate it if you did not refer to me as a second anyone. I am my own unique individual, thank you," said the kitten with a curt nod. She tossed an expression after her words that clearly stated 'Do it again and I won't be happy'. She decided it was probably best to be kind with these people; they were taking her into their home. "It's lovely to meet you all. My name is Priscilla Inez — both are my first names."

I always imagined that she would be super angsty and sassy but never be one to indulge in heavy drama or gossiping — like, she prefers to be antisocial and left alone most of time time because she generally feels she's gonna fuck things up if she gets involved with something important. I think this plays a little off her uncertainty and insecurities, as as she ages she'll grow more confident in her decision-making and leadership skills. I think that, while she's a bit of a "in your face" type of girl, that she'd never genuinely do something that would cause pain to others because that would lead to drama that she doesn't want.

Thanks for the analysis, guys! I really appreciate it. It will definitely help me move forward with her as a character <3

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[fancypost=width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]After arriving in RiverClan, the white kitten had found it difficult to make friends. It had little do with her unfriendliness; in fact, she considered herself a generally friendly individual. The problem was approaching people — shyness frequently took over her being, and it wasn't a cute type of shyness. She was awkward to the point where she could make others uncomfortable; she wasn't sure of herself, and she wasn't sure of others.

It was quite the predicament.

The female did acknowledge, however, that being in a clan meant that she had to interact with others. She was still young enough to where she needed guidance at times, and she needed to learn to trust others because of it.

She padded up towards the group and gave an awkward smile before taking her seat. "Er ... Hi. My name's Awk — er, I mean — my name's Priscilla Inez. You can call me Prissy."

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[fancypost=width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]Oh god. How many are there? Like ... Don't they have chores to be doing? It was a very valid question, she thought, and her brows raised in response. She turned to the other creatures who approached her — most whom were felines — and offered each of them a smile. "Er — uh — It's nice to meet you all." I guess. "I'd — er — really enjoy a tour, as long as it doesn't take me through a river. I find cold water most unpleasant."

She moved towards the feline and stuck out her paw, attempting to show them how red it was. "My paw's still numb and red and cold from the last cold blast. I've been trying to find something warm to put on it, but the river is so cold," she explained, gentle placing her foot back on the ground.

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[fancypost=width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]Thunder. Lightning. Wind. Rain. It was all so gross. While the kitten had found comfort in the presence of other creatures like her — a presence she'd long been deprived of — she was no exactly enjoying the contents within the border walls.

The warm weather had finally began reaching the territory, but the water and air was still cold. She remembered someone telling her that spring showers always brought pretty flowers, but she'd had yet to come across any vibrant plants.

The kitten let out a little squeal as she approached the head doctor and unknown creature. Lightning hit the ground not too far from where she stood, causing the fur all over her body to stand up in static. "Ohmygod, I'm going to die. I'm going to die and it's all your fault. I'm gonna tell the Skipper! She'll getcha," she said, shooting a pointed glance at the stranger. It very obviously was not his fault, but she needed someone to blame.

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[fancypost=width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]The kitten let out a loud huff, sending a pointed glance at the deputy. "It's not Prilly," she barked in a high-pitched tone. "Prissy is my nickname — Prissy, or just Priscilla." Though the more she thought about it, the more she knew it was likely that she was going to be dubbed 'Prilly'. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself for a moment. "But it's lovely to meet you anyways, Rammys," she she, trying to put on her most polite smile. "And you to, Croccy," she added quickly.