Posts by Bird

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]One thing is becoming very clear to the child as she continues to wander aimlessly— everything is weirdly big. It can't be that she's weirdly small, since she never felt that way before, but the trees in this place that she's stumbled across are way too high than necessary. She lets this go for a little while until she comes across a giant thorn wall, and suddenly, she has an issue with all of this. There's no other way for her to get around and she doesn't see an entrance way in sight, so the tiny cream tabby sees only one obvious solution: climb it. She's too young to recognize the signs of civilization, so she doesn't think anything of how she's trespassing (whether or not she would even care if she had known better is up for debate as well.) She's not too young to know that thorns are bad and can hurt, but she's impatient and never thinks things through anyway.

She leaps up in an attempt to climb the twists of the thorn wall and makes it surprisingly high— if it wasn't so prickly, perhaps she could have wobbled her way up and over within a few hours or so, but she feels the pain immediately. A screech is let out that causes birds nearby to squawk and fly away from the location, and there goes any possibility of nobody hearing her as she thuds to the ground. Despite her pain, the currently unnamed child stumbles upward quickly, glaring at the wall with angry green eyes— she realizes this obstacle isn't alive, but she's allowed to be mad at it for hurting her anyways, so she goes to kick it with one of her little paws. This doesn't work out well either, and she once more lets out another yelp, slumping over to sit as she glares at the barrier.

And suddenly, she has a bright idea, or a not so bright idea if it was anyone else looking on; she begins to scale a nearby tree. Maybe she can leap over it, which seems to be a far better idea than looking for a way around or through it, but looking around and thinking things through wasn't something she did well. She's young, fiery, impatient, and has places to be. However, the child isn't very good at scaling up trees, so anyone that could come across her would find her a few feet up a redwood tree and struggling to get any higher.

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angry birb says hello

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]The child isn't afraid of Lessa as she speaks since she speaks so gently, but she wouldn't have allowed herself to be scared even if the pine marten had screamed. However, the sound of a voice shocks her more than anything; somehow, the thought that someone was around hadn't even crossed her mind. In the short amount of time she's been trying to get by on her own, she hadn't come across anyone, but she guessed that if she stopped to think, she would have understood. Her head whips around to stare at the pine marten, her green eyes narrowing in confusion that looked more like aggression (as much aggression that could come from a month and a half old kitten with a baby face.) "'M okay," she grumbles stubbornly, but her scratches sting and her right front paw is throbbing from her tantrum, but it's not like she'd admit that.

After a moment, the child's eyes move down to the metal legs of soft-spoken girl. "What're those?" she manages, leaning over to try to touch the metal, but ultimately it caused her to fall. Thankfully, she wasn't able to get as far up the tree as she had hoped, so it didn't do much more than make her angry. "Damn," she curses, which she doesn't realize that she likely shouldn't be doing, but that was what her mama had done when she was mad at something. Her little head whips around to glance at Hotto, eyes narrowing even more. "Two of ya?" She pauses for a moment. "This thing is mean," she adds, pointing toward the wall limply. "It can't mess with me none, but it's mean." She doesn't talk the best, whether she realizes or not, but she hopes these strangers understand her point. The wall is mean and bad.

AH thank you! i was hesitant on playing a young character but she's fun so far :^)
she will squirm stubbornly with the lessa hugs

i hope your work ends up working out alright! and i'm doing fairly well

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]'Prosthetics' is a funny word for 'cool new legs', she thinks, but she understands what it means. Unfortunately for Lessa, this brings an onslaught of new questions— they're innocent, filled with the curiosity of a children who was just getting used to the world. "Where's yer old legs?" the child asks, green eyes narrowing as she peers at the metal again. "Where'd ya get them? Do they feel funny, what're they made of?" She doesn't notice that she's being overwhelming with her questions, though she probably wouldn't have backed out if she had. Surprisingly, for as little as she thinks things through and what a short attention span she has, she wants to know more about everything. Especially foreign things that she hadn't come across at all in her short lifetime. After a pause, she says, "Do they make it so you can't get hurt much? I wanna have those. Maybe the mean thing wouldn't hurt me if I had 'em." There's another pause before she shakes her head. "...Naw, I'm not hurt. But I coulda been! But I'm strong." Phew, she thinks. I really saved that one.

Lessa seems to be very good at explaining things, because she's able to make the connection between more than two and a clan. "More than two? Wow, all tha guys I was 'pposed to see around are all here, huh?" She doesn't quite get the concept of how wide the world is. Her mother had been all she had thus far, and she'd been lucky enough to not come across anyone who didn't see her as easy pickings for a meal. She shrugs and stares at the wall that had thwarted her. "...Whatever, I guess. Hope it don't do it again. 'M not a bad guy. Promise. But I'd kinda like to go through. Dunno where else I'm headin', though, but that's the next step." She doesn't seem all that troubled by the fact that she's alone, both because she hasn't been alone for long and that she's too young to understand the concept. Besides, she thinks she's tough, so it shouldn't matter if she's on her own.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]As Lessa explains her situation, the child watches in awe. Part of her thinks it would be so cool to have legs like Lessa, but the other half of her thinks better of it, considering how much the older seems to dislike them. She has enough decency (surprisingly) to wait until Lessa is done speaking to give her two cents on the matter, to which she says, "Wow. You'd think yer father would make 'em so you'd be invincible...just forgot, probably. They seem real...complicated, you said, so I don't blame 'em." She shrugs, but her green eyes soon glint with mischief. "A lil secret between you 'n' me...I'm tough, so if ya want, I can go beat up the bad guys for ya. And get yer legs back, if ya want, but those legs are real cool..." She doesn't get that it's pretty difficult to reattach legs, but the sentiment is there. The child seemed to have taken a liking to Lessa.

Then, the cool-leg lady was offering up a place for her to stay, and the child's head tips to the side as she considers it; she usually doesn't, so at least she's giving it some thought. But where else is she to go? Just wander around until she starved? She may be young, but she understood that she needed food, and she wasn't all too good at hunting yet— she would never admit that aloud, though. "Really? That'd be real nice. Ya seem cool and tough, if ya have cool legs like that." Lessa is her name, she introduces, and then Hotto and the newly introduced Lessa are asking for hers.

She doesn't know what to say to that; if she had a name, she can't remember. Her mom had always just called her forth by a, "Hey, get over here!" "I don't gotta name," the tabby confesses, perhaps a little embarrassed to admit it, since everyone else seemed to have a name. Her green eyes trail upward at some of the birds perching on the trees and watching her carefully, and she squints at them as if to intimidate them. However, she's just in thought, her little nose wrinkled up. Finally, she says, "Those birds are lookin' at me like they wan' somethin'. So I'll call m'self Bird." It's not the most creative thing she could come up with, but she's pleased with herself anyway.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]OOC Bird likes Lessa. Therefore, Bird wants to fight anyone who scares Lessa.

Bird was not always the brightest child, but she had enough common sense to know that the entire atmosphere around her was off. The child who'd been wandering about (she didn't know if she was allowed to or not, but she did it anyways) came across the forming group and let out a loud sniff before waddling over on her kitten paws, plopping down next to Lessa and staring up at the Shaman in confusion. Lessa had seemed very timid when she'd spoken to Bird the first day she'd joined, but this was something entirely new; her friend (at least, Bird liked to think so) was completely still and almost scary with her cool legs. Not like Bird was scared of her or anything.

"Lessa?" the tabby says, prodding at her leg with one of her tiny paws, green eyes squinted in their usual manner— looking like she was irritated, but she was only confused. For now. Lessa had mentioned that bad guys had taken her real legs before, and if Lessa even hinted that this strange guy at the border (that she totally wasn't scared of either) was also a bad guy, Bird would 'fight' him. "Lessa? Ya alright?"

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]There was a sudden appearance of another that caused Bird to jump slightly, despite the arrival not being a quiet one, but she immediately settles herself; she wouldn't ever allow herself to be scared, and if Littlestar had ever voiced her opinions on how fragile children was, Bird would set out on a mission to prove the Monarch wrong. She didn't think she was fragile at all, though right now, she is a little hungry. However, she's blissfully unaware of the famine currently plaguing HawkClan; she would found out about it soon, but she wouldn't think of leaving. Where else would she go? Besides, Lessa was really nice, and she didn't want to leave her new friend.

She giggles with Littlestar says her new alias is a "rad-ass name", much to her disdain— she doesn't giggle. However, she grins in excitement that glitters in her eyes when Littlestar introduces herself (she doesn't get the significance of the 'star' suffix she holds, that she's speaking to the leader of her new home) and says that she's a part of the team; how cool was that, that she got to get a token to show it? Despite the token being a simple piece of bent metal, the child stares at it in amazement, simply happy that she was being recognized. "Wow, Lit, that sure is nice of ya. Thank ya much!" the little Bird chirps, and laughing again when Littlestar tries to correct her cursing. If only Littlestar met her mother! But already, Bird likes Littlestar as well; this place was filled to the brim with cool creatures. Her eyes go toward the leader's missing leg and her head tips in childish curiosity. "Ya don't gotta leg there...maybe Lessa's father can make ya one of those cool legs she got." She stops before shaking her head. "But it looks pretty cool right now! Ya look badass." Truthfully, the scarred feline didn't frighten her. Bird wished she looked as cool as Lit or Lessa.

She blinks toward Lessa when she offers to Bird that she can stay in her treehouse. For a moment, the child is conflicted; she's supposed to be independent, after all, but she already really likes Lessa and thought it would be fun to hang out with her. But she doesn't want to come off as a baby. After a moment, Bird gives a decisive nod. "I would love ta stay with ya, Lessa. I can be the guard and fight away the bad guys." That makes her seem strong.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]"A book a what now?" Bird pipes up as she slumps over near Littlestar, one of the few she'd met thus far in her time in the clan, her green eyes narrowed as she stared at the newly-introduced Saltpaw, looking as angry as she usually did. Part of her was a little angry— were there always joiners? Did that make her not special? Bird liked to be paid attention to, even if her mama hadn't very much. Perhaps that's where it stemmed from. The tabby huffed to herself; this guy was here to steal her thunder, she knew, and she didn't like it one bit. So her green eyes stay narrowed, and she looks positively displeased.

However, after a moment, she remembers that she now has a name to introduce herself as. "Whatever. M'name's Bird," the child says simply; she really does like her name, even if she made it in a split second decision, but she thinks the shortness makes a statement. Bird. And this guy's name was Saltpaw, and she thinks 'Bird' is way cooler than 'Saltpaw'.

OOC ic opinions don't mind her

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]I don't have a bio up for her yet, but I love playing her so far, so I decided to get one of these going!
Bird is six weeks old-ish, a short, stocky cream tabby instead of being a literal bird (she named herself Bird, since she didn't have anything to introduce herself as and it was the first thing she thought of), tiny ball of anger and 'toughness'. She's aggressive and usually solves things with fighting and can have a bit of a temper on her, and though she likes to act like she's really strong, she's actually easily frightened. She likes to think she covers it up well, though.
She's filled with child curiosity so she's all about learning new things and meeting people right now! Just fair warning, she can have an attitude if she doesn't like your character. She's open to pretty much anything, so any plots ideas or even just general threads are welcomed!

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]@lessa s. YES bird loves lessa already. she thinks she's the coolest
they should definitely have a thread with that! who should make?

@LITTLESTAR G. D. that sounds great!!

hello all!
and i'm sorry about school i relate though
my day has been decent though! how about you?

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]Name: Bird
— Named herself when prompted for a name, and 'Bird' was the first thing that came to mind.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Unknown thus far (too young)
— Single and not looking
Clan: HawkClan
Rank: Brave
Age: Approximately six weeks
— Unknown aging style

Parents: NPC x NPC
Siblings: Unknown
Other important relationships:
— Looks at Lessa like a family member.
— Thinks Littlestar is the coolest and like a big sister.

Appearance: Bird is a short, stocky short-haired cream tabby, and her build is not just due to age and she will grow to be on the shorter side. She has a rough look to her, despite being young and scarless, but her fur is always either intentionally or unintentionally messy. Her face is round due to her ripe age, and she has wide green eyes that seem smaller due to them always being narrowed. She can frequently be seen scowling, revealing her tiny pointy teeth. She wears a piece of bent metal around her neck given to her by Littlestar to 'give her good luck'.

Personality: Proud, Aggressive, Temperamental, Impulsive, Irrational, Playful, Jealous, Agitated, Easily Frightened (likes to act brave), Talkative, Protective, Disgruntled.

Health: A fairly healthy child. May possibly have ADHD.
Abilities: Has no powers.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]Bird didn't know who this guy was, but she could sense his distress, and she wasn't too young to understand what 'dead' meant. The whole scene made the tiny tabby uncomfortable, shuffling her paws anxiously but trying to hide it— she hadn't experienced a very negative emotion yet herself, even with her mother gone. She was simply too young to understand it, perhaps. What mostly drew her over was seeing Littlestar hobbling away and crying of all things— from what Bird had seen of the leader thus far, she didn't seem like the type to ever cry —and she shuffled after her in an attempt to talk to her. "Lit?" the kitten said, but her lips twisted uncomfortably. Bird didn't know how to feel about Lit crying, considering she had always thought she was tough, nor did she comprehend the emotion Littlestar was feeling. Instead, she turned to Jaune.

"S'rry," she mumbled in condolence, for what it was worth. It didn't sound like she meant it entirely because she didn't— however, if she was to see a cold, lifeless figure, she'd understand that it meant bad. But she was at least genuine about being sorry that he was upset, though it didn't effect her much. "Um...hope is'all alright. Maybe....Maybe I can meet 'em, too." She hadn't seen a lot of kits around HawkClan her age, and though Lessa served well for keeping her occupied, another kid around would be nice, even if they were a bit older than her. "So I can help...Promise, I'm real good."

hello everybodyyy
welcome to hawkclan btw

makes me laugh that 'bird' lives in 'hawk'clan

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]New creatures? The tiny tabby peeked her head out from behind the giant wall that served to shield the territory, green eyes narrowed in what always looked like anger from her. That was about the only intimidating thing about her— she thought she could maybe scare the bad guys off, but Lessa with her cool legs and Lit with her scars and missing legs could probably do it better. I'm too short, she thinks scornfully, but this guy doesn't seem like a bad guy (he's smiling, after all) so she steps out a little more slightly. However, she stays on her feet, just in case.

"Yeah, this is HawkClan," Bird confirms with an authoritative; she finds it rather cool that she can handle this alone. And she's totally not scared at all. Plutochills is all smiles, and his name is pretty cool too, but she thinks that it's not as cool as hers. Her name was the coolest, and she even picked it out herself. However, she sniffs. "Uh...I think ya can join. I dunno. Ya don't seem like a bad guy...maybe Lit can say. But 'm Bird." She's not yet aware of autoacceptance, considering her joining wasn't the most usual.

tHAnk you so much

lmAO "does this mean i get to be the leader now"

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]"Ya seem like a bundle a joy." Though she mumbles it, her words are fairly clear due to the stiff atmosphere, and she doesn't even try to conceal it. With being so young, Bird didn't like anything that didn't have a lot of energy; she wanted to run and play and make friends, and this guy doesn't seem like he would make a very good friend to her. Therefore, she really doesn't care. The tabby waddled over on her short kitten legs and looked about to see if Lit or Lessa were here, but upon finding they weren't, she sat next to Imperia. She didn't know her, but she seemed pretty nice; though she'd never admit it, Jaune was being pretty scary at the moment.

"Welcome back," she grunts as she plops down, lifting one of her hind legs to scratch at the back of her ear. "'M Bird...Say, where'd ya go?" Leave it to kitten curiosity to be the one to ask that question, and by the look in her green eyes that were staring impatiently at Stonecold, she wasn't going to let it easily slip if he chose not to answer.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]"Lessa?" Bird called up to the Shaman in confusion, having seen her working near the windows of the treehouse, her green eyes squinting at her. She couldn't recognize what her new friend was doing, but it seemed kind of boring to her— while Lessa found it relaxing and it truly was for most, Bird simply didn't have the attention span for tasks like those. She needed fast paces and action, like beating up bad guys or something like that. If no bad guys were available, play fighting and mossball served as a temporary fix, though Bird hadn't met anyone around her age unfortunately. She had Lessa to bother, but so far it seemed like Lessa was really busy. She didn't mind much— her mom hadn't paid all that much attention to her in the short time she'd lived with her, so it wasn't foreign. "Whaddya doin' up there?"

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%;]Unfortunately for Xiaro, Bird wasn't what people thought of when they thought of an 'intelligent being'. She was actually quite smart and a quick learner if she was actually interested in sitting down and studying something, but she had places to be, and the way she talked certainly didn't give off the most scholarly vibe. The tiny tabby had been struggling to stay on a low tree branch (she was going to figure it out, damn it) when she heard someone talking to themself, causing her fur to fluff out slightly in defense and wariness— yeah, she was tough, not scared. Tough creatures had to be prepared, though, and that's what she was doing.

Once he called out if anyone was around, the child scaled down the tree she was in and jumped at the unnamed male, letting out a pathetic growl. Her puffy tail, though it served to make her look bigger and more intimidating, did little considering how tiny she was. However, after a moment where her green eyes looked him over, she saw nothing threatening. With an awkward sniff, the child slumped into a sitting position, her gaze still narrowed in her usual look. "...Thought ya were a bad guy maybe. But ya don't seem like ya are." Her voice was a grumble, and she specifically avoided apologizing, lest she admit to her embarrassment. Tough guys never admitted they were embarrassed.

"Whaddya want?" Straight to business with her, as always. After a moment, Bird added, "And who were ya talkin' to? Ya got any bad guys followin' ya?"