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I MISS YOU, JUDAS ✦ DOEBLAZE
- Thread starter DOEBLAZE
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- May 5, 2023
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| playlist . not a lot, just forever – adrianne lenker fourth of july – sufjan stevens king and lionheart – of monsters and men i saw you in a dream – the japanese house angel landing – pretty sick hitherto – cocteau twins lover of tantalus – sun is poison seventeen – sharon van etten visions of you – steinza i bet on losing dogs – mitski rises the moon – liana flores gilded lily – cults the moon will sing – the crane wives soldier, poet, king – the oh hellos infinity – jaymes young domestic bliss – glass animals is it really you? – loathe back to the old house – the smiths how to never stop being sad – dandelion hands death is a girl – skippocalyptic waiting room – phoebe bridgers sunsetz – cigarettes after sex black sheep – metric & brie larson love songs on the radio – mojave 3 blank – glare softcore – the neighbourhood selfness – sun is poison two good things – modern baseball midnight garden – and also the trees when will i see you again – shakka the diner – billie eilish a month or two – odie leigh notion – the rare occasions strongest – ina wroldsen king – florence + the machine that's life – frank sinatra young and beautiful – lana del rey genesis – grimes sparks – coldplay forever young – alphaville snap out of it – arctic monkeys sadeness – enigma sonne – rammstein iris – the goo goo dolls bloody mary – lady gaga army dreamers – kate bush beach life in death – glass beach k. – cigarettes after sex sober to death – car seat headrest dogs of the sea – sun is poison born a blond – sun is poison untitled soul – lady lamb brazil – declan mckenna sleep thru ur alarms – lontalius older – searows again & again – the bird and the bee choking on flowers – fox academy show me how – men i trust i will be the world – blaenavon i know you – faye webster did you know there's a tunnel under ocean bld – lana del rey to be of use – smog does not believe in death – ylayali end of beginning – djo out of touch – daryl hall & john oates from the subway train – vansire tek it – cafuné after dark – mr. kitty dog days are over – florence + the machine hayloft II – mother mother the good in me – jon bellion kings & queens – ava max my kind of woman – mac demarco patron saint – regina spektor anything – adrianne lenker i wait for you – alex g greener where you are – sun is poison arcade – duncan laurence don't blame me – taylor swift half return – adrianne lenker pistol kisser – sun is poison |
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Deerish is one of the first words that comes to mind when one looks at her, rendering her name visibly apt. The spareness of her tucked waist and the length of her limbs suggests a doe, but the powerful muscle that has returned to her limbs and taut - wound shoulders with a vengeance pulls towards the wolfish. She is compact and weathered, and she wears her body like a well - loved suit of armor; lived - in and blurred at the edges, shaggy in the manner of a cat with heavier stressors piled upon her shoulders. The impression one gets is wholly that of a well - tamed wildness, weariness worn in a motherly sort of way.
The roundness her face naturally bears has been forced to give way to a sparer jaw and more carved cheeks than she once wore, as if she's pared herself down, bundled herself tightly to weather the storm. Hollowed features are expressive, and she wears her thoughts on her face—most often in the form of flinty eye and grim - set muzzle, bearing an ever - present twitch to her jaw. Rough scar tissue marks her left side like a star's wild burst, eye given way to a vacant socket hidden by an instinctive closing of the eye, claw marks raking down her cheek and catching stray on her chin. The eye that remains is of a paling seaglass - green warmth, given to twist into a cool chunk of jade or a lush tropical pit depending on how the light catches it—at sunset, it bears cruel pinpricks of maroon reflected back.
Her pelt is a tapestry of varying earth hues and ever - growing frecklings of salt; the palest lilac tint only touches the ragged fur that lines her cheeks, now, but it once held sway over her underbelly. Tawny stripes feather over her strong limbs and trail down her cheeks like permanent tear - stains, the same color blooming dark along the bridge of her nose and the shells of her torn ears. A slightly deepened lilac hangs shaggily across her back in a heavy, wolfish lining of fur down her tight - wound spine, giving way to her short, white - dipped tail, as the retreating flag of a fleeing doe. Ivory is ever - spreading, freckling distinctively along her back and face, dipping her limbs and belly, and wholly submerging her wild white mane.
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⤷ DEVOTED . You watch from the cool shade of camp's edge as she breaks from the morning crowd and splits off alone, heading for the yawning bramble mouth of camp. Curiosity stirs your paws to life and you trail her at a respectable distance, wondering if she's off on yet another patrol—but no, she splits from the well - worn footpath onto a decidedly more overgrown one. The pawprints beaten into it that you follow are distinctively hers, and her lavender - tinged scent drapes over this trail, like a tiny border claim. Slowly, you come to realize that she makes this dawn - lit trek to the graveyard every sunrise.
⤷ COMPASSIONATE . Johnnyflame's been leaving earlier with each passing day since Silversmoke disappeared; today, he takes a quiet leave before dusk has fully consumed the sky, and you notice her tailing him out of camp a moment later. Nosiness gets the better of you, and you follow along in the impromptu train, expecting some interesting gossip—instead, you watch as she treks companionably alongside the faux - torbie, and the murmured snatches of her meow you catch bring words of soft empathy and a concerned sort of comfort. She waves him goodbye at the border.
⤷ HONORABLE . You're padding back to camp with a jumble of other warriors, her distinctive freckled pelt among them. The pair of you fall back alongside a black - furred warrior, one of the shadier personalities in SkyClan—and sure enough, they offer to let her squirrel away her catch and eat it on her own, lest she go hungry while the nursery is fed. You can see muscle jump in her ever - twitching jaw, and she shakes her head firmly. When you draw level with her once more, her green gaze is steely where it settles on the horizon.
⤷ HARDWORKING . " Again? Give it a rest, Doeblaze, " you hear someone call playfully across camp. She says something you don't quite catch in reply, gives a bemused shake of the head, and turns her paws towards the exit. You squint at the scarlet - painted sky; it's dusk, and most of the working cats are retiring to eat and share tongues, getting a much - needed break from warrior duties—yourself among them. But she only nods to the night - guard and breaks from camp once more. You catch her coming in late, a pair of birds hanging from her jaws.
⤷ CONFIDENT . You stumble across her in a clearing, squishing bloodred berries on to the ground; she explains she's hosting a tracking class, and you're welcome to hang around for it. You do, and watch in silence as she gives a brief but unwavering lesson and presents her faux - signs to a gaggle of warriors and apprentices alike. Her hoarse voice doesn't shake, and the set of her powerful forelimbs is a long, unyielding line that draws to her spine's solid curve and the high set of her head. You raise your eyebrows, remembering when she'd been too nervous to even start a conversation.
⤷ RELIABLE . " Anyone up for some hunting? Pile's lookin' a little thin, " a warrior calls out, and one of the first pelts you see drawn to them is distinctively tawny. The Sandy Ravine's dust still clings to her milk - white forepaws, her apprentices heading to their den in the edge of your vision, and yet, you watch her speak with them in a quick gunfire of words. The two exchange nods, and you can hear one or the other cracking a rough joke as they pad out of camp. Your brow furrows, trying to remember if you've ever seen her miss a patrol.
⤷ SELF - POSSESSED . You linger alongside your patrolmates, eyeing the injured loner standing on your border with skepticism. The cats around you are abuzz with chatter, doubtful and sympathetic alike, but nobody seems quite ready to set their feelings aside and take point—that is, until a lilac pelt breaks from the pack, gesturing with her tail for her apprentices to hang back. She dispenses with questioning them in a matter of moments, appraising them with her eye all the while. By the time she's done, her apprentice is scurrying off to notify Orangestar as she lets the loner lean on her tense shoulder, assuring them of the herbs awaiting them.
⤷ STOIC . The latest body lies sprawled before you all, blood ribboning their throat. A variety of reactions surround you—tears, cowering, snarls of rage, one cat burying their face in another's chest—but when your eyes find her, she stands unmoving and wordless at Duskpool's side, the pair of them bearers of tragedy. There's only a quick twitch in her tightly set jaw before she strides off, mrrowing something about getting a head start on digging the grave.
⤷ PROTECTIVE . Rain spills down in a torrent, making you squint up at the dark clouds as lightning splits the sky and thunder crashes. Your patrol slips back into camp just in time, and she waves her apprentices off with a nod, loping towards the ever - roving bundle of kits. She ushers the little ones back towards the holly mouth of the den, murmuring placatingly that they shouldn't catch cold. Once they're all hustled inside, she pads off through the downpour to the warriors' den, then back to the nursery with something in her jaws. When you look later, her nest is stripped of its softest parts.
⤷ ASSERTIVE . You watch in a bemused silence as a pair of apprentices take up the topic of daylight warriors, the debate quickly devolving into insults tossed from both sides. She appears out of seemingly nowhere, sweeping down upon the pair to scold them; you can remember the firebrand collar she'd once bore, but the only motion in her face is a faint twitching of her jaw. Your eyebrows raise when she cuffs the instigator soundly about the ears and hits them both with a round of tick duty for the day.
⤷ HEADSTRONG . Somehow, you've been caught in the midst of a debate on the merits of sending out a hunting patrol, even in the scorching heat. As the prey - pile thins, it becomes increasingly apparent that one should be sent, but she stands her ground on her insistence that the warriors need to rest now, in the heat of the day. One of the lead warriors finally delivers the verdict, and though she immediately volunteers to attend, her muzzle sets into a scowling line and her pawsteps are heavy. Your brow furrows into a raise, but you say nothing.
⤷ SELF - RELIANT . Your muzzle rumples in bemused distaste as you watch her try to put together a nest. It's shoddy work, nearly falling apart, and you think: no way that's comfortable to sleep on. She sticks some flowers into it with obvious care and begins to drag the lump of malformed moss to the warriors' den. You don't quite feel compelled to offer help, and she doesn't appear to seek it out; a couple of the Clan's better weavers are working on their own, but she says nothing.
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⤷ TRAIT . Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak. Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak.
⤷ TRAIT . Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak. Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak.
⤷ TRAIT . Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak. Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak.
⤷ TRAIT . Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak. Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak. -
ON MATTERS OF THE SELF:
✦ INFJ ( THE ADVOCATE ) • ☼ • ☾ • ↑ • XVIII. THE MOON • NEUTRAL GOOD
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ON MATTERS OF FAITH:
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ON MATTERS OF PRINCIPLE:
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ON MATTERS OF THE HEART:
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MANNERISMS:
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PREFERENCES:
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INTERACTION :
• Open to interaction, friends, enemies, one - sided crushes; closed to romance, severe injury, death.
• Smells of pine needles and lavender, a scent often associated with grief.
• Sounds like low, husky, and somewhat raspy; her voice gives the impression of perpetual weariness. Very faint Southern accent. Voice claim is Charlie Cale ( Poker Face ).
• Speech is #A52534; thoughts are italicized; contact and combat is underlined.
COMBAT :
• A poor fighter characterized by efficient ideas but lackluster execution. Actively working to improve her lacking combat skills, and does her best work when fueled by powerful emotion.
• ( Usually ) won't start fights; will end fights; won't flee; may show mercy; will kill.
victims .
⤷ Killed Harrierstripe on 01 . 29 . 2024 • UNDER THAT SKY, WE WILL REUNITE. -
STRENGTHS :+ proficient • climbing, tracking, hunting, diplomacy
– lacking • weaving, long - distance running, combat, swimming
⤷ lion's heart . tba
⤷ hell - bent . tba
⤷ bloodhound . tba
⤷ eagle's wings . tba
WEAKNESSES :
⤷ mourning dove . tba
⤷ hell hath no fury . tba
⤷ blunted claws . tba
⤷ fish out of water . tba
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RELATIONSHIPS :
family .
• Widow toBlazestar; former mate to Duke. Long - faded girl crush on Orangestar.
• Mother to Lupinesong, Drowsynose, and Crowsight by Duke; and to Lionpaw, Candorpaw, and Hollypaw by Blazestar.
• Previously a foster mother to Plaguepaw.
education .
• ShadowedBlazestar.
• Mentoring Cloudypaw and Primrose.
• Previously mentored Blazingheart.
OPINIONS :
♥︎ friends . Blazestar†, Yukio†, Duskpool, Tiggerbounce, Twitchbolt, Sparrowsong, Drizzlepelt, Mottledove†, Dogbite, Orangestar, Butterflytuft, Johnnyflame
loves . Blazestar†, Lupinesong, Drowsynose, Crowsight, Lionpaw, Candorpaw, Hollypaw
trusts . Blazestar†
admires . Orangestar, Twitchbolt
likes . Greeneyes, Chalk, Figfeather, Sootspritespark†, Thistleback, Periwinklebreeze, Mosspool, Sharpshadow, Gentlestorm, Smogstar
mixed feelings & neutrality . —
dislikes . Slate, Silversmoke, Dawnglare, Mallowlark
✘ enemies . Duke, Kyungmin†, Beetleback, Sootstar†, Harrierstripe† -
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