Siren flicked her tail, only half listening to the conversation. She knew that some cats would need more persuading to actually accept her as in charge of this project, but just the fact they were staying said volumes to the trainee. "If we are all agreed I see no point in waiting," mewed Siren as she leaped off of her perch. "We can all do a quick spar. I'll sit this one out to watch. If I see a interesting move or tactic, I'll ask the cat that performed it to share it with us." She looked around."Anyone opposed?"
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[font=georgia]Opalescence blinked, her mismatched eyes widened in horror. She had just attacked-if one could really call her spasm an act of violence-one of the leader's of the Elite! Her paws shook under her. Why had she done that, and why did she want nothing more than to try it again?
"S-sorry," she stuttered. However, the former stylist was not sorry. A small flame was building in her stomach, burning at her insides and demanding her to take action. However, whatever fire was inside of her was extinguished by her shaking frame. "I-I don't know w-what happened."
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[font=georgia]Stopping for a moment to cock her head, Siren took in a silent breath. She could be as quiet as she wanted, but without Lorem's scent her efforts were useless. Focusing all of her attention in her nose, the mackerel took a moment to search for the familiar smell of her father. A few seconds later, she let out a curse. Blue eyes traveled up the tree, spotting the dark coat of the leader among the sparse leaves."Well, hello there."
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[font=georgia]Opalescence did not notice Grim's excitement, too wrapped into her own nerves. Goodness, why did she agree to this? She was only going to make a fool out of herself in front of one of the strongest members of the Elite. Not only that, but she was going to make a fool of herself in front of her friend. The white she-cat had very few cats she could call friends, and she certainly did not want that number to diminish even further.
"W-where should we start?" asked the scarred cat, hoping Grim would not judge her too badly.
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Siren Mortem-Ipsum gave the floor a quick scratch. She would miss the mansion. It was her home and always had been. Keeping her expression neutral she padded over to her mother, Sola. She had not talked to her mom in a while and was beginning to miss her.
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ooc; Sorry I have been so inactive! It is competition season for dance and I have been doing that as well as getting ready for AP testing. :(
"Through the brush," mewed Siren, flicking her tail behind her.
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ooc; can i get a recap of what is going on? that is if you still need opal to style...
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[font=georgia]White paws padded across the Elite threshold, feeling the ground beneath them. After two moons of absence to travel the forest, Opalescence was back. Still scarred on the outside, but hear stitched back together on the inside, the white she-cat was ready to fight. For the first time in her life, she was ready to be strong.
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[font=georgia]"Hello Sacrifice," Opalescence mewed. There was a slight waver in her voice, but her famous stutter did not break through. She managed a smile. Moons ago, she would not be able to so much glance at another tom without shaking, but her demeanor was changing. She had changed, and she was glad to be able to look the adviser in the eyes as she continued. "Don't w-worry. I am not hurt. Contrary, I have n-never been better."
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tracking for sola, may apply c:
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ooc; is Periculosum still open?
Opalescence padded in late, looking slightly flustered. She had forgotten about the carnival in her absence, but was no less excited. She might be able to fight now, but her creativity remained just as strong. "Aritza?" mewed the stylist as she spotted the young cat. "G-goodness, it is good to see you! I-I suppose I am q-quite late."
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hey guys, i'm back from the dead...
sorry for being gone for so long, there were some issues that needed my attention.
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the carnival was just starting :)
eep, crimson! i missed you so much! congrats on the new power for sola!
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Siren Mortem-Ipsum, the name blessed from both her adoptive parents padded through the grounds of the Elite with a calculating gaze. For the last moon or so, the young she-cat had spent her time off in the forest training. She needed to be stronger, wiser and only a little time of proper resilience and mind training could do this. However, the mackerel tabby regretted her time away. There was a part of her, however how minuscule, that missed the long hours she spent at her home and now it was time to return to normal life. Well, at least her normal life.
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thanks for the update!what about the territory? Has the elite moved?
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thanks jiyu!
oh, goodness i am excited to be back. anyone want to plot with my character siren? she needs to get back into activity :)
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[font=georgia] A white paw stepped carefully upon the abandoned amusement park ground. With it, supported by three other paws, carried Siren Mortem-Ipsum. The she-cat had grown the last few moons, the last bits of kit-hood slowly escaping her features. What was once pretty was turning into beauty, and what was once cockiness was turning into a graceful assurance. But Siren was not roaming across the Elite's new lands to brag about her adulthood. In fact, she was about to act very kit like, for she was looking for her mother.
"Sola?"
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Gatsby <3
that sounds...fun crimson lol
hmm...i feel like jiyu and siren would be pretty bad-ass in a thread together. they could become friends, or rivals, whatever you think would work.