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    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST.

    Many people had a fondness for the stars, for the sky above. But Li... He had an obsession with them. He always fantasized about growing wings and flying off into the cosmos. To a better place. Of course that would never happen, in some cruel twist of fate he was born with paws better suited for digging, than wings."If only..." He whispered. If only he could fly. If only he could go into the great big world above. Learn all its secrets, study all its crooks and crannies. But 'if's got you no where. So he simply continued to scribble down notes in his journal, making notes of any new celestial entities he may just so happen to see, trying to keep the hopeful mantra out of his head. He hated mantras.


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    ✦ Libra | Male [He/Him]
    ✦ 11 months | Created 5/9/17
    ✦ Space enthusiast
    ✦ Perpetual state of fear and misery
    ✦ Poor eyesight
    Baserank

    ✦ Mutt [MAIN] | HEALTH: 100%
    — Libra is a small dog of indefinite breed. His jet black fur is littered with white speckles, a sort of tribute to a clear night sky. One may be particularly captured by his white pupils, and striking black scleras. Across his shoulder blades stretch peach scars that look as if they may have supported something resemblant of a wing.
    — INJURIES: Large scars running across his shoulders,,

    ✦ ( ISFP / RAVENCLAW / ERUDITE / MELANCHOLIC / TRUE NEUTRAL )
    — HOPELESS | PESSIMISTIC | INTROVERT
    — OBSESSIVE | FANATIC | DEPRESSED
    — Libra is terrified of violence. The concept alone makes him sick and coming across anyone who engages in it makes him sicker. This rightful fear perhaps contributed to his feeling of hopelessness and constant depression over the idea that he was stuck on Earth. Wishing to be beyond this planet, he obsesses over space. This romanticism has been a bigger staple of his life. He picks up all the information he can gather on the world above and is notorious for having tantrums that lead to trying to carve wings into his back.

    ✦ NPC X NPC
       adopted by n/a
       relations N/A
    ✦ best friend(s): tba

    ✦ single | gay for wingedbois | [ 0 ] "maybe" crushes
       ½ of feathery flusterfuck
    ✦ Names stars after friends and friends after stars
       trusts tba

    ✦ Physically weak/Mentally weak| @ ACCOUNT / ATTACK IN #0092CA
       mentoring / mentored by
    ✦ Avoids all violence, and is scared of fighting. Breaks down when forced into one

    NO MAIM/KILL/CAPTURE
      
    ✦ Can powerplay all nonviolent and peaceful actions

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    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST.

    The pup jumped suddenly at the leader's intrusion, he wasnt really expecting anyone. He was visibly trying not to shake as well. "O-Oh, Hey there..?" he let out a small gulp, this was one of the few times he was alone. Able to observe, and gaze... And now he was faced with more social interaction. What if he failed? He would probably be looked down upon by the new leader. Then he'd never get anywhere... At least Arcane seemed calm, and that was enough to calm Li himself down slightly.

    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST -

    Li sat a little bit behind the leader, feeling safer behind the alpha."We-Wel-come?" Arcane seemed calm about the others appearance, but still pointed out they were trespassing, so he was unsure what to do himself. Maybe hug his own journal tighter, it seemed to give him warmth... It was his safe-place. In the real word though, behind the timber wolf seemed to be the safest space he could be in at the moment.


    [Hey look, I have a journal, you have a journal -shakes hands- okay we're friends now, protect me, okay bye.]


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    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST -

    He heard the approach of a new person, and before he could even register further fear, he was being questioned about his book. He slammed it shut, and hugged it tight to his chest, clearly a little scared, and highly defensive."N-No... I'm Stacy." despite his name being Libra, he almost never went by it. He didnt quite seem to understand the concept of gender either, so Stacy was what 'she' had ended up with. He wasnt willing to question the other for names though, if they werent comfortable around him, he definitely wasnt comfortable around them.

    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST -

    He had just joined Riverclan yesterday, but here he already was, curiously at Shadowclans border. He hadn't a clue about enemies, and allies, and all that stuff, he hadnt a clue about anything happening on earth really. On top of that, Riverclan's scent had yet to accumulate on his pelt, leaving him as he was. And with a dash of wandering added to that mix, here he was."H-Hello?" he tended to stutter a lot, probably a show of his own insecurity and constant fear, or maybe he just had speech problems. Hopefully he wouldnt have to physically voice he was interested in joining, the whole situation seemed rather awkward really.

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    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST -

    What!? He was already going to get beat up!? What the hell!? By a guy named Genji as well!?"P-P-Please dont hurt me!" He was visibly shaking now, and hugging his stargazing journal close to his chest for comfort. Oh wow was this terrifying, he had just gotten here, and now he was going to die! This 'bub' already seemed scary, and there were scarier ones coming? Oh what had he done.

    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST -

    "U-Uh, my names S-Stacy? And I guess I would like to join..?" He was getting increasingly quieter with each word, as if he was pushing it too far. He still felt a little semiconscious as well at Calina's examination of him. Especially his scars. Something he wasnt fond of. Just another reminder of how hopelessly trapped here he was. Even if he wasnt going to get beat up, he still didnt trust the other who kept going on about it!

    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST -

    Was it really that easy?"Th-Thanks...?" He still wasnt sure if she was legitimate, after all, they did appear to be part shellfish. That wasnt exactly normal on a cat. Confused, he started to awkwardly shimmy away, hopeful to get away from the whole scene. Really it was a little... too much so to say, for him.

    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST -

    He was about to say hello to Popee when Maverick flew in. Flew. How could such people be born like that, yet he was left stuck to this abysmal plane! An obvious pain entered his gaze as he viewed the other. How could one be so lucky. "H-Hi" It was choked out, almost a sob, it was as if this person was trying to torment him.

    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST -

    How did she already forget his name!? Was he just that unmemorable. He couldnt help the ashen look as he replied, "Stacy..." He wasn't sure why he worried about being remembered by others, wouldnt it be better if everyone forgot him after he left? If he left. Why hope, he'd never leave this abomination of a planet.

    NAME: Libra 'Stacy' Trepidatio
    CLAN: Shadowclan
    INTERESTED IN: Any
    ROMANTIC/PLATONIC/PHYSICAL: He's a kid with a pile of anxieties higher than the roof. Good luck getting anywhere.

    Okay so I put him in riverclan, but it didnt fit, so I put him in shadowclan for angst

    but cradlesnatching would work so much better.

    Can I have a retro cradlesnatch or have it be part of his backstory?
    /track

    SO WHAT? I'M A PESSIMIST -

    He appeared to be the first one here in a quick trackpost, he nodded vaguely at the news, not entirely sure what was happening. But he could guess it was important none the less."Noticed..?" maybe he could get them to like him, if he acted like he knew what was happening.