Posts by Solitaire ?

Solitiare’s sapphire blue hues studied Electrickiss, making their way over her features with a scientific glint. The deputy was much older than the young serval, but to her, they seem naive, and rather short. However, it would appear that they were taking charge at the moment, and that was a fact that she would grow to appreciate.

The child was settled not far from the sight of the canine’s speech, and she rose onto her paws as the deputy’s words sunk in. Then she ambled over lazily, her eyes glassy but proud, and sat with a thump, as if she were showing the crowd where to sit. “Yup,” she offered with a twitch of her whiskers. She was still a child - why should she care about politics? She barely even knew John, and Electrickiss was leading well enough.

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Solitiare wasn’t allowed to leave the territory, she’d been told. That meant no sneaking out to go swimming in the distant lake, no hikes to the mountains, and certainly no sneaking away at nighttime to meet a forbidden love at the border. But truth be told, she had no motivation to do any of these things, and she rarely left camp. However, today was one of those days, and just by luck, something interesting proved to happen.

“Aye,” she murmured as she approached Royalguard, a yawn escaping her maw after the words. She hadn’t gotten much sleep recently, but with ShadowClan warriors around every corner, did anyone sleep very soundly? Her parents would likely not be proud of her carelessly greeting strangers, but she figured it was fine if they were harmless allies. Anyways, she was almost...oh, how old was she again? She was almost old enough to do something important, she was told. Sapphire irises dimly glowing a pale blue, the young serval paused in front of the leader, looking up to meet his eyes as he towered over her.

Most of Solitaire’s life had been dark and dreary. She had been born not long before the ShadowClan takeover, and the days before the invasion were blurry and insignificant. Perhaps that was why she had been acting so tired lately - she couldn’t seem to wake up to a sun-filled dawn, like in the stories she heard queens in the nursery tell - and the nights were taking a toll.

“Well,” she murmured as she sauntered towards Happycamper, her sapphire hues resting on him and the goods he brought. She sat with a thump a short distance in front of him as he concluded his speech, and the serval took a moment to mull over the words. “That’s...” she started, searching for an adjective. “That’s just dandy.” She offered a small smile to Happycamper, but it soon dropped as she lost focus, and her gaze wandered to the plate of cookies, with their fresh, warm scent. “Can I eat that?”

Solitiare trailed in after John, her large ears perked and angled towards the exchange happening between the two felines. She was quick to recognize a resemblance between her form and Pierce’s - in fact, she had just met a serval, like herself, and it was her first besides her mother - and this coaxed a small smile onto her maw.

She padded up the the duo, her sapphire hues glistening as she listened to their offerings. The BlizzardClanner had brought...books? The serval hadn’t been exposed to storytelling from books yet, and the concept confused her greatly. “Books?” she uttered, the word carrying a disgusted tone. Could they have brought anything less useful? Her nose crinkled slightly at the idea, the kid settled herself comfortably to listen to the conversation.

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Solitiare had had half a mind to sit next to her mother when John announced a meeting was to be held, and the thought brought a scowl to her features. She was almost five moons, for StarClan’s sake! She should be able to sit at a meeting by herself. Although, she realized, she technically was not old enough to catch her own prey, and didn’t have an invitation to attend. Sighing at this, she padded grudgingly to Connie and sat with a thump beside her.

Her sapphire-blue optics surveyed the leader - why was he so young? It had never occurred to her that the leader wasn’t much older than her, and his features still contained cub traits. But whoever promoted him must have felt he would make a good leader, and he seemed to be doing alright; at least he wasn’t breaking down from stress. This in mind, she continued to listen, her aura prickling at the cub’s young voice. She still couldn’t completely understand it.

But we all know the old proverb about sleeping dragons, and soon will they. This line seemed to be the strong conclusion of John’s speech, and the young serval shook her head. “Nope,” she meowed aloud, unaware of the silence she was supposed to be keeping. “Never heard of it. But we’re gonna get ‘em good.” Her eyes lost their glassy sheen, and they sparkled sapphire.

”Whoops.“

The word rang through the air as Solitaire ambled over, her sapphire gaze hovering on the gifts and then the mountainside. She then shifted it to the dragon ambassador, and a look of disgust passed over her features. How could SunClan afford such a clumsy dragon? Dragons were huge, and in her mind, a dragon klutz was a danger. What if they stepped on someone?

“Yup. Thanks. What’s up?” the series of short phrases fell from the serval’s maw, and she shook her marbled coat and flicked her large ivory ears. Acknowledge ambassador’s presence: check. Thank them for coming: check. Ask them how they’re going: check. Solitaire, as far as she was concerned, was doing an awesome job greeting ambassadors. She really should do it more often.

/ IC opinions ^^

”Eew,” Solitiare grumped, her meow high-pitched and drawn out as she approached on light paws. She eyed Summer skeptically with her sapphire gaze; although she was slightly smaller than the ocelot-like feline, the serval was undaunted by their appearance. Allies didn’t pose threats. It had taken a long time for her clanmates to convince her of that, and she wasn’t planning on letting go of the idea soon enough.

The young serval rolled her sapphire-hued orbs as she reached the member of The Empire - she had just been assigned as their ambassador, and this was what they were gonna get her in return? A blind dating event? “Uh, nice of you and all, but...that’s just gross.” The breeze whisked through her light gray coat, and it gave her snarky side confidence. It was one of the things she loved about WindClan.

/ IC opinions of course! <3

”Aye, Terra.”

The young serval’s short meow rang from her open maw as she ambled over, a yawn escaping after she finished the last syllable of her clanmate’s name. It wasn’t fair to say she was bored, really, as she hadn’t even attempted to participate yet, but that was probably her hidden intention. Or maybe she was just tired. After all, she had nothing against Terra.

“What’s shakin’?” Her sapphire gaze followed the Tempest Wind as they made their windchime - it was quite beautiful, really - but her features did not form to show any sign of interest in participating in the activity whatsoever. She would make one eventually, but she was tired, and lazy. And didn’t have a creative eye at all. Settling near the table, she proceeded to watch her clanmate work.

Solitiare approached after John, sauntering after the leader with a sly grin on her maw. It wasn’t often the young serval smiled, but it was possible she was just th slightest bit delighted at the prospect of the leader’s return from ShadowClan. Another clanmate to annoy, then, and an important one too.

“John,” she murmured as she fell into step beside him, “if they don’t got a name, can we call them Scaredy-hat?” Her sapphire gaze rolled over the other’s hidden face and hoodie-hat as she made this remark, her ears twitching as she did so. Why were they afraid to show their face? Why wasn’t the leader doing anything about it? The serval sat with a thump, awaiting answers.

/ IC opinions! Welcome to WindClan <3

Solitaire had been slowly lately, but they’d taken the excuse to catch up on lost sleep. She never seemed to get enough sleep, and like a teenager, often dozed last into the day and stayed up late at night. The schedule usually worked for her, except for when she had responsibilities. Those ruined everything.

The young serval emerged from her den with a lazy yawn, gathering in the clearing. She listened distantly to John as he spoke the meeting, nodding blankly at his words. Better than offending him, she supposed.

”Yep. Hey,” Solitiare rumbled as she ambled over to the dragon, having recognized the vibration in the ground from the dragon’s landing the previous visit. It was one of the most complicated things she could do, and frankly, the serval was proud. “Your favorite WindClanner, here. Good job holding onto your stuff this time,” she teased, rolling her shoulders and causing the groomed spots to catch the sunlight.

”Coolio.”

The simple word fell from the serval’s maw as she rolled her shoulders, sweeping her gaze leisurely over the leader - John, and then, Electrickiss. Two leaders? Well, that was certainly interesting, but to be plain honest, Solitaire didn’t especially care unless it actually led to some change. She hoped it would.

Either way, the serval would need to get more active, more involved. The thought of leaving her den to do active things made her sigh, but it was the truth. She blinked next, awaiting the rest of the meeting.

The serval’s bright blue eyes opened and closed slowly as she rolled her shoulders, gaze traveling leisurely over the words of the invite she had come acorss, covered in The Empire’s scent. Of course, the only problem was the handwriting - she couldn’t read it so well, or rather, wasn’t trying too hard. “Hey guys,” she called into the territory, “Empire wants us to do stuff.”

”Yup.” The one word rumbled from the serval’s maw as she approached, licking her lips as she drew her gaze lazily over the other. Slowly, she settled in front of the tiger, providing little help to him or his case but making her presence known as she awaited another’s approach.

”That’s the spirit,” Solitaire offered to Witheredreaper as she approached, her sapphire gaze scanning the area lazily. She licked her lips with a soft pink tongue before settling beside the mutant tiger, nodding to Wei with a smirk. “But hey. You wanna get my share of the elders’ ticks? I’m all for it.”

Solitaire approached beside Witheredreaper, her slow sapphire gaze following the exchange between the two leaders.

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”Coolio,” The serval offered as she she padded forwards, coming to a halt beside the note. She gave Witheredreaper a teasing smirk before continuing. “Sounds...noisy.” Rolling some soil with her paws, she pondered the nosiness and worthiness of the ball.

/ oh where oh where has my little muse gone

DEALT MYSELF THE WINNING HAND!

solitaire - female - 18 moons - traveling magician

❝ Solitaire appeared on the border without any warning. She simply seemed to poof into existence, out of anyone's sight, and made her way into the territory, as respectfully as she could. The serval's fur was shimmery and smelled faintly of citrus, her eyes deep pools of blue, and on her head was a large black top hat that seemed almost too big for her. She stretched, yawning loudly, ready to attract attention to herself. Everything was prepared. This was going to be fun.

The feline reached behind her and retrieved a deck of cards. She fanned them out elaborately, and began cutting the deck into little rosettes, balancing the flower shapes on her paws and tail. "Solitaire the Great here!" she announced, grinning. "Come on over, one and all! It's going to be quite the show!" ❞

DEALT MYSELF THE WINNING HAND!

solitare - female - 18 moons - traveling magician

❝ Solitaire appeared on the border without any warning. She simply seemed to poof into existence, out of anyone's sight, and made her way into the territory, as respectfully as she could. The serval's fur was shimmery and smelled faintly of citrus, her eyes deep pools of blue, and on her head was a large black top hat that seemed almost too big for her. She stretched, yawning loudly, ready to attract attention to herself. Everything was prepared. This was going to be fun.

The feline reached behind her and retrieved a deck of cards. She fanned them out elaborately, and began cutting the deck into little rosettes, balancing the flower shapes on her paws and tail. "Solitaire the Great here!" she announced, grinning. "Come on over, one and all! It's going to be quite the show!" ❞