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Post by Honeystorm on Jan 19, 2021 23:11:07 GMT -5
Ahava Vairocana, as per usual, was a calm constant to whatever turmoil the clan might face. An eerie healer, with black eyes that hid whatever pupils she had, and a demeanor that seemed just a touch too comfortable in the midst of whatever horrors the mind of a NightClan cat could conjure up. Even so, the mysterious she-cat was a good healer. No one had any particular reason to question her as she seemed to float across the territory like a spirit, as comfortable in the shadows as any other.
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Feb 5, 2021 1:49:07 GMT -5
She'd been lounging for some time now, having a day of free time amongst the time she had been working. It was nice, she supposed, to have a day to herself to quietly muse and think. And then again, she was also a soul for companionship and conversing. And she was also newer to the Clan, which made it oh so hard to conjure a friend or two on her time off. So, impatiently the charcoal she-cat sat, her eyes brimming with a constant emotion of what could be described as boredom.
She had began to pluck at the dirt between her claws, murmuring to herself, before glancing up as she spotted another feline who looked woefully unoccupied. Standing, Jesterlullaby trotted forward with an almost pixie like grace, her whiskers twitching excitedly as she padded up to the cat. "Hello! Who are you? I'm Jesterlullaby. Do you need any help? I'm particularly free, and extremely bored right now," she said with a carefree, mischievous demeanor.
