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Post  MewMew100 on Wed Oct 19, 2016 9:27 pm

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*[ Poidzua | Green-Shadow | Stepping Stones }*

The soft sounds of pads across stone could be heard on the silent air of the area as the river in which the dotted stone bridge that were the Stepping Stones remained rather placid. That is, if you didn't count the heavy breathing of the cat who carried themself nervously from surface to slippery surface. The small cat's gasps were produced from a medley of different factors- from the general exertion of transversing the tricky terrain, from the hunk of rough stone held in her jaws, and from the paranoia that could clear be seen painted across the monochrome-colored cat's face. It was very apparent that the she-cat was uncomfortable.

After splashing into the river one-too-many times, she dragged herself as swiftly as she could onto the long slab of flat stone that served as the main source of bridge space among the Stepping Stones. Poidzua had been rather determined to use the smaller stones, as she had heard those were typically used by the younger members. She had also felt her general smaller size would be more fitted for smaller stones. Alas, though, she hadn't taken into account the distances she'd have to leap from stone to stone and her small features did little to help her make it from leap to leap without getting wet. Now with her bottom end drenched and heavy, she was ready to call it quits for the time being.

Dropping the small rock she had clutched between her teeth, she furrowed her brow and glared at the salty hunk as she drew a paw up to her lips. The chunk was a mineral of some sort, as she had learned from the couple of patrols she had attended as per her job. She was a mineral collector now, and it was something she was supposed to know. The salty tang gave away that the piece was something similar to what she needed to find. But after finding only this much during a search that lasted the entire morning, the she-cat was pooped.

Sprawling out across the warm slab that had garnered the heat of the summer sun above, Poidzua hoped that the rays would help to dry her soggy fur before it cooked her in her dark pelt. Between her frustration at the journey and its results, and the waterlogged feeling of defeat from splashing around in the strange river, Poidzua found herself not fretting over being seen as she relaxed in the neutral land just outside her territory.
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Post  MewMew100 on Wed Dec 14, 2016 12:41 pm

<small>I just realized that I'm a big stupid and put that she has a green grin ^^' Her inactive tattoo is only on her eyes, so I'll be fixing that when we actually post the rp, if that's cool. So sorry about my slip-up!!<sub><b>[ Poidzua | Green-Shadow | Big Cave ]</b><blockquote>At the friendly wave of his tail, Poidzua felt her joints loosen a bit and her head rose just a bit more to reveal her face fully, her green-lined eyes startled and wide. She softly shook her head and opened her mouth to respond, though only a little blunder of incoherent sounds dribbled out at a low volume and her face suddenly burned with embarrassment.

Taking another second to try to compose herself, she popped up onto her short legs and swiftly shook her head. <b>"N-no, it's o-op-open. I'll just g-go over..."</b> She took a step backward, lowering both her head and stature as to give off a meek and unassuming appearance. She didn't want any reason to appear as a threat to this stranger who she had seen only a glimpse of in passing.</blockquote></sub>


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Post  MewMew100 on Sun Jan 15, 2017 9:52 pm

*[ Poidzua | Green-Shadow | Shadow Tribe Territory ]*

The fluffy Chantilly practically leapt out of her skin as the rusty tom collapsed onto the ground, her obvious nature resulting in her missing the tom's playful look before letting his limbs buckle beneath him. In an instant, Poidzua was crouching close to the ground and poking around Dante's face with her nose, looking for any signs that the younger cat was ailed.

As he spoke and moved to paw at his head, all the she-cat could muster was an astonished, flushed face and a soft _fwap_ of her large downy tail swatting the White-shadow's face. *"Gosh!"* she yelped, her usually soft and honey-smooth voice more loud than she had ever could have had it before. Silver eyes aglow with the faintest of annoyed expressions at how the apprentice had so easily fooled her.

*"You really had me worried there. If you collapsed in her, there would be no hope for us until you woke again! I can't drag you out of here, you big lug, and if I were to go get help, I'm sure I would get lost trying to get back to yo-"*

Her surprisingly powerful words were suddenly cut off with a shrill squeak as the mole digging at the wall wailed with its tiny mouth agape and long teeth bared. With an startled look, Poidzua fell backwards on her rump as the mole angrily darted at her and ducked past her larger body, disappearing into the darkness of the tunnel.

Gasping from breath, Poidzua felt herself shiver. How easily she had been startled by the small creature. _What happened?_ She guessed that it was a mix of her loud tone and lack of focus on tasking the rodent that allowed it to break her will enacted upon it. Yet again, she looked a meek as a mouse and her voice minimized to that which she had before.


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Post  MewMew100 on Fri Jan 27, 2017 9:42 am

<i>Unfamiliar places.
Unfamiliar faces.
Foreign flames illuminating the sheltering shadows.</i>

The whole situation which had taken place shook the small cat to her core.

Poidzua's silvery, saucer-sized eyes roved the deep cavern encasing both tribes whom sported facial tattoos. A prickle of fear inched down the back of her spine, her limbs bunched tensely up around her tiny body. Even the cold of the cavern floor where she remained still was unfamiliar.

<i>When the Tribes had been forced from their homes that night, the small she-cat had been nearly petrified. Hidden away in her nest as the howls of battle rang through her ears, she only moved when an unfamiliar face poked into the earthy space she felt most safe in and began to hiss and spit. Her 'fight or flight' response caused for the Green-Shadow to unnaturally wig out, and she found herself flailing her unsheathed claws into the unsuspecting stranger. The small Chantilly grappled with the massive cinnamon she-cat blocking the den's exit, and using her size, managed to land some bloodletting blows on the grunt's underbelly before scampering out of the den from underneath the large Enlightened grunt. She did not leave unscathed however. Blood soaked through the fur near her shoulder and pain sear itself into both her body and pain. Now panic rippled through Poidzua instead of adrenaline.

Thrust into the throng of battle, she found her nerves return to its usual desire to flee, but the she-cat did her best to hold her own against the waves of outsiders that forced their way into Shadow Tribe's home. Using her panicked state to tear through the onslaught of strangers, the young cat's mind went fuzzy and white.

It was when she came to mentally that the she found herself running alongside those bearing tattoos on mouths and both eyes. Her tribemates enveloped her on all sides as they fled north, past the mountainous, dry territory of Void Tribe and into the unknown beyond Nandryx's boundaries.

A new fear had set in. Where would they end up?

The trek had been long and jarring. The population of Shadow Tribers in her company seemed vastly less than they had when fleeing Nandryx, and Poidzua's heart reached out to those she could not see. It hurt her to know that so many of her numbers may have been lost and alone. But then again, so were they- out in this vastly uncertain space.

When more cats seem to appear and their journey slowed to a stop in the hopes of finding a new place to reside, the monochrome scholar was pleased at how reminiscent the Big Cave was to their former territory, and while it wasn't the exact same, it was close enough to feel like a second home to the exhausted she-cat.

However, when Fire Tribe took roots within their new sanctuary, Poidzua could've sworn she had never felt so unsafe in her whole life. Here were these cats who bore the same tattoos as her own mother whom she feared, and that she had come to know Shadow Tribe had an unfriendly history with. The tension in the air was chokingly thick, and all the she-cat could do was remain bundled up in spot along the cavern walls that she claimed for herself.</i>

Blinking back to reality as she had found herself delving back into her thoughts about everything that had led them up to this point, Poidzua gave a soft breath, attempting to still her trembling body. Casting a solemn glance over her shoulder, she grimaced at the three long streaks of dark, cracked skin as her recently-received wounds worked to heal themselves into scars. Pain came in dull throbs now, which she found ease in tolerating. But when it came time to move, whether to eat, relieve herself, or even stretch her limbs, the hardened skin and blood would fracture and split, sending a hot wave of lancing pain throughout her fatigued body.

With a sigh, she removed the sight of her wounded shoulder from her gaze and looked back out towards the center of the large cavern which most cats seemed to congregate in. A few faces she recognized flecked her vision; a dark tabby with a deep blue grin she knew as another Shadow Tribe scholar. A rusty ginger tom that she recalled as Dante; they had gone on a few excursions together before. A few more that she knew were tribemates, but really hadn't spoken to much yet. And she was sure their Silver and Gold were floating around somewhere too.

But the sight of so many familiar faces did little to quell her nervousness over the many unfamiliar ones that bore intimidating marks on one eye, without any sense of balance to their powers. This was the source of the skittish's Chantilly's current qualms.

<i>How am I going to survive this? Spirits, I'm so scared!! Why....why couldn't I have just died while out there? Why are you putting me through this?!</i>
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