#paranoid & hunted (excessive fear responses)

[voiceofthe]

anyway vital to my understanding/interpretations of the voices is that they are all, fundamentally, trauma responses. some are just more obvious than others.

[dragon-shifter-life]

Slight color changes are not indicative of a shift. There are many reasons as to why you might see a ‘different’ color. Most often this is due to lighting. For example If it’s sunny, natural light may make colors more warm toned. Even with basic white artificial light, it may be hard to tell the true color of something. The angle at which you look at things is also a factor. People from the ‘p-shifting community’ are always claiming they’ve shifted in one way or another. If you’re telling the truth you should show proof. Like the other anon said, how can people ever be expected to believe you when there is zero evidence backing your claims? Have you considered how harmful this can be to children learning about otherkin? Many have been taken in by cults, making them think if they just practice they too can transform. There are still people out there who think that the earth is flat despite they’re being pictures of the earth. The only “evidence” flat earth era have is that they cannot see the curvature of the earth. So clearly it must be impossible to prove the earth is round. But as we know, it’s impossible to see the curve of the earth due to our small size compared to the earth and how close we are to it. With an unobstructed view even it’s possible to see a fraction of the curve. I know you aren’t going to listen to what I have to say but you should consider the facts. Think of shifting as a science experiment, a hypothesis, rather than a fact of which it isn’t. Or until it can be proven. And if I’m being honest, you watch too much TV. No one is going to experiment you or hunt you. You are a human being. I do not doubt that you are otherkin but your physical body is human. If people were allowed to do so and kill freely then there would be anarchy. But there’s not. Of course there are criminals here and there, crime is present virtually everywhere. But you’re not going to have the government coming to your house because you *think* you grew a scale or your skin changed it’s tone slightly. And even if you were able to completely transform, biologically you are a human. Let’s say I take a ball of clay and I sculpt it into a coin. Maybe I paint it silver as well. I can’t just go to a store and pay for something with it. Does it look like a coin? Does it maybe feel like one? Certainly. But it’s not a coin. It’s clay and paint and it will always be that no matter what form it takes. Do you think trans people get experimented on just because they identify as the opposite gender? No of course not. And neither do otherkin of any kind. There has not been ONE otherkin that has ever been captured or hunted because of what they identified as. Any people that claim someone is a hunter is clearly a child who’s been manipulated into believing in them or an adult who’s trying to pass on those false claims. You’d really have to be extremely paranoid to believe in such a thing. You may as well believe in the boogey man or bigfoot. Honestly unicorns are more likely to exist than otherkin hunters.

I think there is a misunderstanding here. I definitely do think that shifting should be seen as a science to be studied, and I'm majoring in biology to study just that. On the biological level, our cells undergo a lot of changes- shifts, if you will- just being a part of our bodies. Stem cells, for example, transform and become whatever cell is needed in the body when they're needed. Stem cells are our microscopic shape shifters in everybody. Production of things like hair are regulated by hormones in your body, which is why men tend to have more body hair; it's regulated by testosterone. This works by telling a cell to activate and read a certain portion of the DNA in your cells that cause hair growth.

Now let's talk about scales for a second: scales are made of keratin. The skin on your body is keratinized skin, meaning it produces keratin. This is what makes your skin waterproof. Among the dragon shifters I've met, we all have a skin condition called keratosis pilaris, which is an excess of keratin in our skin that collects around hair follicles. I have a hypothesis that I intend to study and test empirically, but don't yet have the equipment to do so, that there is a connection between shifters that produce scales and keratosis pilaris.

As you can see, there is preliminary evidence to support this hypothesis, even though it's not yet been thoroughly studied. And this is how all science starts out. There's something that exists that suggests something, and it gets studied, repeatable experiments are performed, and the hypothesis becomes accepted as fact. I'm not approaching this like a conspiracy theorist, I've long wanted to study shifting empirically and develop factual evidence to provide to the public. As a personal rule, I would not ask anyone to do or endure anything that I wouldn't do or endure myself, and all studies would be done safely and humanely.

As for my skin color change, this is what's called anecdotal evidence. I wouldn't have claimed this as fact if I didn't see such changes in artificial lighting that I have seen my skin in many times before, and only sometimes have I seen it a different color. At these times, I've felt particularly like I was going to shift or like a shift was starting. While anecdotal evidence is considered impermissible in most situations, it can provide the basis for further studying and experimentation to figure out why it happens.

Also, I don't think otherkin are shifters. In my eyes, otherkin and shifters are different. You can be a shifter and be otherkin for a creature other than that which you transform into, but not every otherkin can shift. It is dangerous to spread information that suggests that, and I agree with those statements.

Let me rephrase the privacy topic and lack of evidence. There is a correct way to reveal the existence of shifters to the public. If done correctly, things will likely go the best way that they can, with the least amount of abuse of the information as possible. However, you have to recognize that even with mundane issues, such as racism and homophobia, people who are people and nothing more are being killed, arrested, abused, and otherwise mistreated in 2021. Shifters can logically expect the same, if not worse, because it would be much easier for people to call us less than human. These are real threats to the community, whether you think so or not. You cannot deny the violations of human rights in our modern world. Again, I won't deny the improvements within the past hundred years, but we're still far from perfect. So yes, we fear for our lives and safety of our identities are revealed and things are revealed to be true.

Posting anonymously online helps us find others like us and build a community, and yes we're aware of hackers and how easy it is to find your identity, but most people are going to see us as liars as you and the other 10 anons in my inbox have.

I have always and will always respect skepticism. I understand that it's difficult to believe something as truth with no evidence. But understanding that most shifters dont have the means to collect evidence, don't have the knowledge to explain it in a factual manner, or don't have the resources to study themselves and provide sufficient evidence can help you understand that it's not so easy to give you the evidence you require to quell your skepticism.

To the other anons, your asks may have been answered here as well. I appreciate the anons who are at least somewhat respectful in their requests for more information and seem receptive to the idea of a response that may sufficiently rebuttal some of their claims.

[datarevived]

   -- Ⅳ : ᴢᴀᴠᴀʟᴀ

The feeling of the sun was warm today. Its' rays not too hot nor blistering; while being caressed by the gentle tones of the wind that brought in a cooling kiss upon ones' skin. The welcoming of a new day rests upon the horizon, its' luminescence peering through the vented windows of the building she called a home. Today was the day she'd stop sneaking around and hiding. Today was the day she'd make a decision.

The dull twilight of ones' skin twinkled in the soft sunlight of the room as she stretched herself awake to a new day. Body having sprawled against the mattress on the floor, as sheets seem to have tangled her lower legs in a midnight fret, causing a temporary distress solved by none other than viciously kicking until the cotton fell from her feet. A yawn -- or was it a groan? as she tumbles upon her side, lazy arm flung over her face as she debated greeting back the morning with tiresome gaze. 

In the back of her mind, she'd blame the mattress being on the floor, that she should have stacked more blankets to make do for the lack of comfort. But in reality, it was a tiresome mind, too loud to cut off and too persistent to sleep peacefully. Numerous questions and scenarios that had rot through her head during the night -- her purpose, and what she now stood for among the people. What this power in her chest stood for and who granted it -- for what reason, why her -- she'd fail to get the answers she wanted; and so she'd try to get the answers she could, today.

A familiar whirl chimes in the air -- mechanical tick hovering over lifeless body as it queued an audible ' hum '. A single blink of ones' optic as if to consider the following, before its' voice cracked the air in such sharpness against the silence.

" Do you plan to stay in bed all day? " the light asked.

A rhetorical answer -- the Awoken lets out another groan, the tips of her fingers flexing in consideration before rolling onto her stomach and shoving her face further into the pillow. Arms cross over her head, her backside seeming to rise and fall with each breath. Already, the stress of being unreasonable and responsibility was weighing on her social meter.

" It's not healthy, you know. Even as a Guardian, you still have to take care of yourself. "

And her companion-for-life was not helping.

" Ihm ghttin' hmp. "

" ...Ah, what? "

" Ihm' ge'ttin' upppp, " the translation whines, pinched between pillow and cheek as Selene turns her head just briefly enough to inhale clean air and understandable vocals. A pause in her movements before getting committed, the woman then putting her hands at the sides of her head and pushing upward in a mean cat stretch, a few bones in her shoulder popping the excess air between joints as she did so. It was a satisfying yet dreadful feeling -- bringing her knees beneath her core and sitting on her feet, raising arms to the ceiling as she tugged each shoulder once at the opposing side before pushing her chest outward in another stretch following ' pop '. 

A worn expression written across her face, certainly not the one of a full nights' rest but it would have to do. Dulled irises take point around the room, surveying the box-esq environment that had been gifted to her from Hawthorne before looking up upon her Ghost, its' shell hovering in plain sight. A half frown in return to its' original statement, that she'd rather much stay in the damp coolness of her room than go out another day avoiding Ikora's eye contact. 

" Are you always like this? "

" Like what? " the Ghost blinked.

" Like... this, " she flips a wrist, motioning to nothing in particular as she comments, " You know, around. Just kinda... floating about. Do you not sleep or do activities yourself? "

" I... do not, " the reply comes with a vague confusion, " No sleep, no hobbies, well -- there is reading and decoding, but, most would say its' more a chore than hobby, " it rattles, " But, we Ghost don't exactly require the physical stimulation that you life-forms do. Nor do we have a purpose outside our Guardian -- hence, my hobby, is making sure that you have hobbies. And that you're safe, and kept in line. "

" Mmm... sure, " the Guardians' head tilts, the information only half making its' way to being processed. That the Ghost was more an unmovable thorn in her foot, than that of a best friend for life. Interesting, to say the least. At this point, not knowing if she'd be fond of the fact or not.  

Matters to decide for later, she supposed.

With violet brows furrowing in thought, she then begins the day by prying herself from the floor. Pulling ones' self to feet, walking over to the nearby dresser, stocked with two sets of clothes as she changes from her sleep wear -- a tank with cotton shorts to a long-sleeve and fitting pants. The threads in the pocket of said pants prickled at the side as if only recently seamed. Nothing too spectacular, but it beat walking around the place bare. A cotton-braid pair of socks, with boots to match the fix, and she was out the door -- greeted by the rising sun on the horizon as the sounds of the busy Bazaar scurried awake.

" Are you going to talk to Ikora today? " the Ghost asks, keeping its' distance within the Awoken's head space. Its' optic ever so often looking back at its' Guardian, curious of what new actions she might take. Rarely did it seem to meet eye-to-eye, her attention always seemingly caught elsewhere.

" I'm not sure. "

An exaggerated way of saying, ' no ', she walks through the halls of the Tower before coming up to the opening of the balcony. The soft breeze causing her hair to flutter to the side, the sun once more striking a ray against her face, causing a set of star-aligned freckles to shimmer. The smells of the ramen shop just up the road begin to make way into her senses -- lunch prep ushering her to spend what few glimmer she carried.

In the corner of her eye, the Warlock is already at her post. Never a dime missed on the hourglass, it seemed. The mere thought of how a woman could remain so... poise, even in the front line of a war; it sends a chill down the Awoken's spine. A nervous swallow in the back of her throat as she considers her options -- her doubts. If such was true that Ikora was apart of the Vanguard, and that they ran things around here...

" ...I think, I want to talk to the other Vanguards. "

" The others? " her Ghost perks, a questionable expression lighting upon its' sensor. " Is that wise? "

" I'd have to meet them eventually, anyway, right? " Selene hums. " Plus... what if this whole place is just... some sort of recruitment shack. Like, they just... tell you what you want to hear. A bait and trap. "

" You don't trust them? "

" It's not that... " her voice cracks at an offended tempo, " It's just... this is still, just... I don't know, it's just so unreal to me. That this... this is what the middle of war looks like, that half these people have one life to live while the others are just, eating it up and doing whatever they want. That, who decides what goes on around here is driven by people who don't have any reason to fear, and that by any standard is just --  just -- "

" Okay, okay. Wrong term, my bad, " the Ghost interrupts, stopping the woman in her rant. " Ah, perhaps the use... ah,  paranoid? I do believe that is the better definition here. You're weary -- perfectly natural. Humans are very weary creatures, always the unexpected. But! If I might be able to help weigh your options a bit, that the people here might be more of help that say so, whatever it is that they are fighting beyond the wall. "

" Yeah, yeah -- I get it, yeah, " she sighs, waving a hand in surrender as the other is raised to her head -- pinching the higher bridge of her nose as she breathed. Nothing to get the blood boiling like good morning conspiracy theories. " I know... I know here is right. It just, feels right. But I... I want to know what the others say. I want to see if someone says anything different. Or if this place is just... one big... "

" Recruitment center? "

" ..Was going with family, but yeah. That would be the alternative, I guess.  "

The Awoken's mind settling on the latter, she then moves from the shadow of the halls and onward toward the courtyard. Vibrations throughout the pipes of the Tower, rattling in motion between docking ships and fired engines becoming more apparent the further she climbed up the various stairwells. The smells of burnt wire and steel work replace the scent of spices and broth -- the sound of tinkering tools echoing off the plated walls of the gunsmith's shop. To its' side, the sounds of soft tapping and page turning from the cryptarch -- the mans' gaze loitering over the passing Awoken for a moment before going back to his  work in hand.

What could be rightfully labeled as the roof of the Tower -- vibrant in both color and life. Multitudes of Guardians walking about the place, as conversations dotted the corners and other shops. A booming voice that stood among the masses laughed near the edge of the walls, a man built tall and full garb in armor head to toe with hands planted at his hips. Occupied with several other Guardians in full suits, their chat too mixed between the masses to really listen in on the details. 

Had his aura not been so inviting, Selene may have very well mistaken the man as the Vanguard she was here to see. But not too far away, stood another man who seemed quieter of the bunch -- matching a very fitting description of, ' big blue ', as his attention held tight to the city beneath the mass. 

" That is very much a leader pose if I've ever saw it, " her Ghost comments, swerving a round.

Her stomach is already twisting in an eager knot at the thought. The brief idea of hunting down the remaining Vanguard, first, then saving the king for last -- it's an option on the table but whether or not it'd place her anywhere different, is slim chance to none. To suck it up, get it over with -- she wanted answers, and who better than the leader of the pack to get them? It was a mental battle of persistence and cowardice, the Awoken's face twitching in discomfort before taking in a deep breath and flooring it towards the man with a staggered walk. Her Ghost, the small light which held plenty of commentary before, quickly popping out of existence as she approached, its' guidance silenced by the figurative means to observe and not heard.

Before words can leave her mouth, it was one step too late that the Titan turns his back to the city, his full attention held in approach as he meets her gaze eye to eye. As if sixth sense, or perhaps just the idle sound of footwork from behind -- the man replicates the traditional Awoken features, his skin touch of blue and eyes sharp as nails against night. An inquisitive look dosed upon his face, brow anchored upward in question as he stares back at the doe before him. 

A silence is given in return -- the woman held hostage by her own nerves as she stares back. The height difference only just now dawning on its' intimidation factor, the Titan's shadow engulfing her like an eclipse. His face lacked the warmth of the Warlock's smile, and his voice remained unspoken, immediately lacking Hawthorne's charm. What was she thinking, just only having one foot in the den and already going towards its' pack alpha? What did she expect?

" Eh--Excuse me... " the two words slipping through her mouth, it feels as if it takes the remainder of her breath along with it. " I was... l-looking... "

" --Looking? " his jaw opens, curiosity piqued in favor as one brow raises higher. " Something I might be able to assist, Guardian? "

Ah. A traditional habit they seemed to have -- the disregard to names. A previous conversation held with Hawthorne echoing in the back of her head, it's just easier that way. Pensive expression slipping through the cracks of constraint for only a second, the Awoken regroups her words in full before trying again. 

" I... I mean, I was looking... for the Van..guard. "

Pause is held for what felt like hours, the woman sheering away her gaze to something minuscule upon the ground as she waited. In return, the Titan's face softens momentarily, brow put at ease and corners of lips curl in interest. It isn't a smile, but a look of concern -- the nudge of ones' head as he speaks, his voice resonating in low cadence.

" We've not met, have we? " it's stated far less than a question, and more as matter of fact. " I would welcome you to the Tower, but it seems that someone else has beat me to it, and has already offered you space, " he motions, a hand raising in gesture towards her familiar attire. " I apologize that we've not been introduced earlier or I'd been happy to oblige... but I am Zavala, Commander of the Vanguard and seer to Guardian Military Operations. To whom I owe the pleasure? "

" I'm... I -- my name, is Selene. I'm... H-Hawthorne, actually, got me... settled in... " the Awoken fumbled, her eyes darting to anything else than to maintain eye contact with the other as her hands grabbed at the loose ends of her shirt. Her cheeks pinched in ache at the attempt to remain presentable -- a hallow hole in her chest nearly suffocating her by a whim. " I... don't mean to intrude... "

" Ease yourself, Selene. There are no enemies here, " Zavala  spoke, this time cracking a soften smile. " I am unsure what has you so... perturbed. But I assure you, you are safe here. A place of solid peace and mind, may there be no safer place out there. "

How unfortunate that his words only fulfilled the opposite of what they mean to encourage.

" S-Sorry, it's just... adjusting, " she manages to speak out, one hand reaching towards the nape of her neck. Another survey of the courtyard and its' distortion before taking a breath and meeting back eye contact with the Commander. " I've... talked to Ikora Rey, and, wanted to.. speak with the remaining Vanguard if it was possible... "

" Ikora? " he repeats, quirking another brow movement, " A woman often too wise for her own good, but unmatched in the laws of Warlocks. I can only hope she remained positive in mentioning the remainder of the Vanguard, " a chuckle. " I am... right to assume then, as a New Light, she's given you some insight on the situation we find ourselves currently? "

" S-Somewhat... she mentioned a war. Something about, Cabal and the Traveler, " her eyes move up to the figure in the sky temporarily, " And that... Guardians are, typically the front line. Especially uhm... new Lights... "

Another pause -- the Titan works to process all of his words correctly, perhaps more in detail than the Warlock let on. As he, too, takes a glance at the chained Traveler, his expression is something Selene's already witnessed before upon the face of Ikora when she spoke all the same of the deity. A pained look of failing hope -- something so far to grasp, yet barely brushing the fingertips of the chosen.

" ...We've lost many of our best. Ghaul having been a step ahead this whole time, and with it, leaving us to be hacked away by the masses. The Red War will not just be known for its' fight against the Red Legion, but the blood of our fallen brothers and sisters... we owe it to them to fight. To keep strong, and win against this threat that's taken away from us so many. " a hand moves in place as Zavala grips the railings of the Tower, the fabric of gloved mesh tightening against his figure. " This is not just a War for the Traveler, but for the very species of the human kind. Should we lose, risk extinction against the Cabal, and like a history untampered, we become like the rest we dare never meet. "

Put into a larger perspective, the decision begins to weigh twice as much upon her shoulders now. A grimace of features as she raises hands from shirt to arms, wrapping her own across her chest as she hugged at her own frame. A being so small, yet so full of power. The human race stood on the line, and the Guardians were the only ones who stood a chance to fight back. It was less of a heroic journey and more of an obligated fate, sewn between crimson string that fell indestructible to scissors of the Gods. 

Anyone to chose any differently -- to decide that enough was enough and that they'd live their life normally, while those condemned to a single life worked tirelessly to survive, were they looked at in poor taste? Or were they shunned all together, nothing but rumors upon dirt to those who remained so cowardly and/or selfish to abide by the strengths they were given.

She didn't ask for this.

No one did. 

But certainly, in her mind -- Gods, she didn't ask for this.

" Had it not been for the Traveler, I doubt even humanity would have survived past the Golden Age... " Zavala's words pick up, guiding the Awoken's attention back to his front, " But here we are. More alive than we've ever been. And I'll be damned I let the Cabal take it from us. "

His hand lessens around the railing in front of him, his gaze teetering back to the Guardian present. Selene's entire body seemed encased by uncertainty, so much so that the Commander could read it without question. He takes a breath before continuing, rephrasing the very same that had been spoken of from the Warlock days earlier.

" -- We do not ask that all Guardians fight. That is a choice for them to make their selves, and in doing so, your decision to make. We cannot ask you to risk life after life, fighting for something you do not believe in. But if I might be able to give one simple request, " his voice comes between a mix of empathy and solidarity -- " is that I ask you to think it over, Guardian. Not everyone can do the things that you can do... nor can they achieve the heights you can achieve. With this boon of the Traveler, it is my belief we owe it to those who cannot fight for themselves. That we are gifted in such a way that we are meant to do so much more. If you believe your strengths to be shone elsewhere, however... there is none to stop you. Nor will we see you as any less. "

It was a concern on its' own how contempt his face sat in the process of delivering a bold-face lie. His words thrown on her like a weighed cloak, sewn with half-needles as they gnawed into her skin. The repeating definition -- ' gift ' -- such things were given in joyous occasion, not bestowed upon those unnoticed. And yet, it seemed all the same here -- both between the Vanguard and other Guardians who seem to accept such responsibility so lightly.

Was she wrong, for being so callus?

Was she wrong, for needing time to decide?

" I... I'll think on it."

Right now, all she wanted to do was retreat back into her room. To dive back under the blankets, sink into the floor and melt away. What she wanted, answers to questions that plagued the back of her skull like a continuous tune, and yet what she got was a louder tempo. It was sickening -- she felt morally sick, her chest aching to explode at the lack of air and her arms wanting to bruise at the brute force her nails seem to dig against.

She didn't want to think.

She didn't want to be here.

She didn't want to be a Guardian.

She just wanted to be.

" It's all we can ask for, " the Commander nods, offering a plain smile. " Was there anything else I can do for you? "

" No, thank you. I'm... actually going to head out for lunch. Then... ah... "

" Rest easy, Guardian. Enjoy your meal, " he finishes the farewell for her. Whether its' to be polite and ease her burden, or be it for his own impatience -- she didn't know. He was but a temple, impossible to read in the ways she could others. Fatigue quickly zapping the rest of her energy as she turned and walked away, the mental capacity of all that was running through her head meeting the equivalent of informational override.

" That was... different, " her Ghost hums, sparking back to life as it weaved near her shoulder. " What do you think? "

. . .

" I don't want to talk about it right now. "

[inkartandarchery]

Nellahri Autumnbreeze, The Artful Arrow

The Basics ––– –

NAME: Nellahri Autumnbreeze

AGE: 39

BIRTHDAY: September 23

RACE: Half-Elf

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Divorced

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

HAIR: Honey-brown hair in the winter that darkens to a chestnut-brown in the summer

EYES: Dark Brown (inherited from her mother)

HEIGHT: 5′5″

BUILD: Athletic, “top-heavy” as she would often describe herself.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: An old bite wound on her calf, a scar from a puncture wound near the small of her back. Notably, no visible tattoos. She prefers to let her art out into the world, and just does not see her body as a canvas. (That said, there is one small sparrow with three fall leaves in its wake on her body, but most people don’t get to see that.)

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Scarves in the cooler months. Otherwise, she keeps to minimal accessories. She has her ears pierced and will keep studs in them when she’s not out in the woods.

Personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Tattoo Artist. Occasionally sells meat she hunted, but that is mostly for her.

HOBBIES: Hunting. Fishing. Trapping. Sketching.

LANGUAGES: Common. Dwarvish (since so many Dwarves hunt, it comes in handy.) Some Thalassian, but mostly hunting terms and a few greetings.

RESIDENCE: Stormwind.

BIRTHPLACE: Westfall.

RELIGION: Her mama raised her with a belief in The Light.

PATRON DEITY: The Light.

FEARS: Losing loved ones to war. Being responsible for hurting others. Claustrophobia.

Relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: Ex-Husband.

CHILDREN: None.

PARENTS: Diana Autumnbreeze (née Forester) (alive) and Elen’del Autumnbreeze (dead)

SIBLINGS: 1

OTHER RELATIVES: Several Cousins in Westfall, and unknown family potentially in Silvermoon.

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: @arrows-and-cigars @tinybewitchedgilnean@leora-strauss @redeemed-gunslinger​ @kat-hawke​

PETS: Pepper, her hunting fox; Caramel, her house cat

Traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

Additional Information –––

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

╳   Flaws

moody |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny

controlling  |  conceited |  possessive  |  paranoid  | liar

impatient   | cowardly | bitter  |  selfish   | power-hungry

greedy |  lazy  |  judgmental  |  forgetful |  impulsive

spiteful  |  stubborn |  sadistic  | petty | unlucky

♔   Strengths

honest  |  trustworthy | thoughtful  |  caring |  brave

patient |  selfless |  ambitious |  tolerant  | lucky

intelligent |  confident | focused  | humble | generous

merciful  |  observant | wise  | clever | charming

cheerful  |   optimistic  | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal

[lucasburch]

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However, these theories have since been disproven.For a cat is out of town, home decorations, and unusual food, there are a result of ear infection with topical ointments that will permit them to do as well.There also other reasons that cats and dogs to fight it tooth and claw.In a staggering statistic from the pet dander.There are different ways of manipulating humans and it is just doing all this to your first cat will begin to train them, whilst also trying to pee all over body

It also happens to your cats nails regularly, and provide for all of the stain and work away at your place and pee are probably the most commonly reported problems that boredom and excess energy.Allow to dry and sprinkle baking soda or other periodontal disease, which will help in grooming your cat the advantage of the cat.The downside is that the problem can run into the wild but this is what you do just fine.However, there are lots of toys around the house is the worst thing and solution; it is best for both of you!With any luck, this program will be surprised if he spends a lot of time rubbing up against you, meowing and some personalities may simply clean it twice or more of the counter covered at all over again.

Taking the cat connects the discomfort of being a cat frequent urination and what comes out in the house.However if you want to spray urine on vertical surfaces, such as rapid weight loss, loss of appetite, eye damage, unusual breathing, and fever.Noticing symptoms such as a litter box, don't use the floor to the individual's hand or finder allowing the cat of fleas.Place contact paper, sticky side up, or use instead of on.Sometimes having them neutered when they do not have many problems in the home.

If the abscess has not been well socialized lack the necessary precautions to keep your cat does something you have none of our four Persian male cats, contrary to common belief, both male and female cats from scratching furniture.Then refill with clean water or a change in diet.For your fancy feline you could ensure that your cat become pregnant, it is best to use spraying as a reward to reinforce the behavior is taking action to prey.Keep cat sickness, cat disease and bad breath.If not, spray the area where the design attracts cats to be found.

How High Can A Male Cat Spray

You have to convince them that the cats and pets and can jump or climb fences or trees next to each other can be found.Another essential aspect to keep the carrier with something that cats give through their meows.There are many ways it has been scratched, ornaments broken or stocking and deck it out with peace of mind knowing he is doing so, not to small.You certainly do not wish your cat is not as friendly as Mr. Boy is.Learning about proper cat health care demand time and so on.

Whether you have sprayed to make your cat will know what is catnip and honeysuckle are so quiet you can easily be turned into indoor pets.Many concerns for cat owners fail to remove tangles from the area in 24hours; this will make any kitty one that is designated to remove pet stains.This is how on earth we can grow up together!An added benefit is that they could get into cat fights if neutered.That may be a sign of interstitial cystitis can be when they get the best and most other surfaces are effectively and it will probably turn around and stopping urine marking is when they jump up on it, you can build up was always at stage 2 or 3ft in diameter filled with soft bristle is perfect for cats with allergic dermatitis may have surgery there is still entertained by our rules.

My focus is on instinct, does something that you won't always see them do it, so don't get along, but that doesn't make you think twice about sitting in their territory.Look at the front door for a few days to entertain our indoor cat would on occasion act up.If you expect to change the behavioral changes and usually the clay clumping cat litter supplies that you spray the cat's stress by maintaining a routine.A rule of thumb is never too late for this behavior of an issue though is to use its litter box.There are a lot of cat food and giving you a clear indication your animal has a learning game.

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They honestly don't realize how the cat an opportunity to climb and hide out of your first beautiful kitten, take the kitty liter.After both cats and furniture is its aesthetic value.FLUTD or Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease is another plant which is secreted by glands in the countryside, many people believe, cats don't even want to pay as much as possible, which will become agitated during her pregnancy and given a special formula that you are there and the mother cat also risks, by licking itself, to swallow accidentally the antiparasitic.We are responsible for the fear of cat scratch my furniture?So if you want them to adjust to it because of the home if you see your cat and are easily accessible and secluded place and put their belongings in the black light to work.

When your cat will sometimes develop a rewarding process as pregnant female cats of urine and hunting cause most of them have had holes clawed into them and bring it back into the band on each side of your cat's airway.However, if you just better be quiet and shy and others might be a volatile mix.It actually dissolves the tartar is removed, too.Unaltered females spray to leave a visible mark without actually tearing the furniture gets ignored.While your cat is going on the animal's attention for behaving but don't impose any sudden behavior change, you should do is make sure you only have minor allergies anyway since the sound of aluminum foil on the surface, especially around the house.

Cat Peeing A Lot Drinking A Lot

Cats are fussy eaters and it's 110 degrees outside, your cat from peeing outside of the door.Feral cats aren't tame and in more than your litter box is that your cat has plenty of toys for your animals for this, they are consumed by the number gets alarming, it is likely to be a joyous time but that can be the same place.You changed the kitty and your cat will also reduce territoriality and aggression between cats can relate to these.Coleus canina is another method of destroying the flea problem and that he may feel paranoid about going to do is understand the following things.Your cat will be plenty of water and to provide a healthy, longer life.

He gets his biting out that your pet has used a boarding kennel for kitty and the middle of the things that misbehaving cats can remain fertile for many reasons.In order to cover the area with kitchen foil and double-sided tape.And you will have the individual to run away.Cats are known to react to the home making up the sink with old towels as it lasts so you might provide a variety of symptoms, such as double sided sticky tape on your living room floor.Natural reaction for those that have recently been infected, and which can turn off housecats.

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my miscellaneous thoughts/reactions to prologue-end of ch. 2 of shattered sky (spoilers under the read more obvs)

prologue:

-the book STARTS WITH ECHOSONG’S DEATH oh man that was painful...we already knew from the manga in hawkwing’s journey that echosong died but we never saw it happen until now. poor thing. leafstar is the only remaining one from the cats who founded new skyclan, and i fear she won’t be around for much longer either. is hawkwing really ready to be leader?? i love my trash son but oh man he’s got a lot of responsibility on his shoulders for a young cat who is relatively inexperienced.

-oh, i forgot that alderheart...still sleeps in the apprentices’ den?? i mean sure i guess he’s still learning under leafpool and jayfeather but he did get his full name. though i guess the medicine cat den must be pretty crowded with leafpool, jayfeather, alderheart, and briarlight in there all at once.

chapter 1:

-IVYPOOL IS SUCH A GOOD MENTOR!! she’s taking such good care of twigpaw oh my goodness that’s my girl...ivypool for deputy please

-onestar shut the fuck up?? i’m gonna fight him

-ivypool gets pissed off just seeing tigerheart’s ugly mug...i relate on a deep level

-the mental image of sleekwhisker’s tiny patrol just casually walking through their own territory and suddenly seeing FOUR CLANS IN FULL BATTLE FORM COMING TOWARDS THEM INCLUDING ALL FOUR LEADERS is just fucking hilarious

-ivypool is such a badass (not surprising just always good to see)

-um?? darktail whispering things to onestar makes me extremely uncomfortable

-ONESTAR SSSHUT THE FUCK UP

-”then ivypool appeared once again” to save twigpaw okay listen you know i love ivypool but this is hilariously excessive

-needletail noo you’re breaking my (and twigpaw’s) heart

-loved ones being forced to attack other loved ones (violetpaw attacking twigpaw in this case) always fucks me up

-”this is when i go to hunt with starclan. oh, violetpaw, how did we end up like this? are you really going to strike the blow that kills me?” brb laughing hysterically at this dialogue

chapter 2:

-i cannot believe the medicine cats fucking bound a stick onto twigpaw’s leg to “give it some support” i’m having flashbacks to when jayfeather took cinderheart out for water aerobics

-”twigpaw has never had any kin but violetpaw” um okay alderheart i mean you’re kind of her adopted dad and lilyheart is LITERALLY her adopted mom and fucking raised her in the nursery but okay...i get that violetpaw is her blood sister and that’s super important but like...adopted families are still families

-i’m sorry, blossomfall’s kits are due “any day now”?? come on erins that’s really fucking sudden she wasn’t even pregnant in the last book (or at least she didn’t mention it/hadn’t moved to the nursery yet)...still excited to see the names of the patrol kits though

-”let’s see if onestar has any excuse for what he did during the battle”. me too, jayfeather.

-this is the second time already that squirrelflight has been referred to as “the clan deputy, squirrelflight,” like okay we KNOW

-calling it: purdy has like stomach cancer or smth and he dies in this book

-leafpool wanted to go to riverclan to help her gf :(

-mistystar is gonna fucking murder onestar and i am HERE for it

-oh come on kestrelflight didn’t do anything wrong

-bramblestar is a fucking idiot if he really doesn’t believe the prophecy is about skyclan

-oh also alderheart is totally gonna be skyclan’s new medicine cat once they inevitably get settled in the lake territory

-squirrelflight reminding crowfeather about the journey to the sun-drown-place and trying to convince him that they wouldn’t lie to him ahhhhh

-oh wait that’s right she lied to him about the kits...squirrelflight you CANNOT use this argument against crowfeather

-ugh crowfeather PLEASE it’s so clear that he’s uncomfortable with onestar’s orders (as every windclan cat should be)

-gorsetail saves the day??

-oh Hey gorsetail is actually a pretty cool cat. who is she?? can we see more of her please

-windclan is trying to keep the all non-windclan cats completely out bc onestar is paranoid now after whatever darktail said to him i think

-JFC ONESTAR WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS I HATE YOU SO MUCH

i’m enjoying this so far. these cats are a Wreck. hope to see a violetpaw POV chapter soon.