RISE AGAIN AND TRY TO UNDERSTAND | OPEN, JOINING

[WINTERCLOUD]

She never truly understood why she had kept alive. She didn't know why Starclan had done this to her. Were they usually this cruel? The female couldn't remember the last time that she had smiled around anyone else. She had tried her best to try and keep from going back to her home clan. The white domestic cat looking like she was quite young while spiritually quite old compared to those that usually lived in places like this. She hadn't wanted to come back to life several months ago. She hadn't meant to come back to life and had hoped that she would actually stay dead. Then she had woken up in the fields that she didn't recognize and she was thrown into a strange world that had been filled with dragons and strange looking creatures. She had to figure out exactly what was going on, and she thought that maybe she had only been dead for a certain amount of time and had just woke up again and that she wasn't actually dead. Until she had found out that she has been dead for around three years now. The domestic cat soon realizing that everyone that she had called family were most likely dead from either being attacked, or simply from natural causes as no clanners seemed to exist all that long in the world like this. So what did she do? What else could she had done? She refused to go back to the place that she once called her home. The place that she once lead and had no intention on seeing if it was something that could rebuild again. As far as she was concerned, all of her daughters ended up hating her guts, meaning that there was nothing that she could do to help them if they didn't want her help. She was alone. Ashfeather was dead, Mitchi was gone, she didn't know where her one friend that comforted her had gone. It worried her, but now she had to move on again. Wintercloud never seemed to like to stay in one area at a time. She was fine with that. Why should she? Wintercloud beginning to think that she didn't even belong anywhere no matter where she went. The former deputy of course knew that there were more than the gorup of the clans that she had grown up with, and they were over somewhere in the distance. To say that she was exhausted was an understatement. She was glad that her body was young compared to how she had once been, as if she had a body that was as old as she was, it would certainly had been a lot harder to get to where she needed to go.

Wintercloud had traveled quite a distance, and she didn't even know when she would come across the clans either. Her paws were slightly darkened compared to their usual white color thanks to the long trek she had made. There were even parts of her fur that seemed somewhat matted if someone looked at her closely enough. Her body seemed fairly thin as she didn't seem to take care of herself during her journey. Was she was trying to end the suffering of the memories of the friends that she once had? The friends that once cared about her and tried to cheer her up wherever she went. Pinewhisker. She missed that red tabby tom. Speaking of the red tabby tom, she had heard a long time ago that Northskies ended up dying, her adopted daughter that actually was the daughter of Pinewhisker. Wintercloud was pretty sure that she had done a good job in taking care of the female on the factor that she had grown up to be a quite a powerful lady who didn't have to worry about anything else in that regard. She had to be careful though with those memories, as she didn't know exactly how all of her daughters had died so quickly. The former deputy needed to distance herself. She had been walking through a forest for a good amount of time, her gaze situated at an opening area that was right in front of her. The domestic cat's form littered with scar, the scar that seemed most prevalent though the one being on her shoulder and the one on her neck. Both of which she had gotten from her mate Ashfeather when they had gone through a little bit of an issue in their relationship. Ashfeather nearly killing the female just to try and see there kits. She knew back a that time that they were immature, and should have taken a better way for it instead of trying to rip each other's throats at. At least that's what she thought now looking back at the situation. She had been through countless battles. Wars. Takeovers. All of them more bloody and gruesome than the last one. The only thing that seemed to be unusual about the white cat was the fact that her tail was unusually long. The appendage long enough to nearly touch the ground itself. The tail perfect for running at her top speed and keeping her balance while climbing trees.

Wintercloud blinked his golden optics as she looked around. Wondering which direction she could go next. There seemed to be a massive field not too far away. She remembered interacting with Windclan here and there back in her old home and how they had taken to the fields. This was different though, it seemed like the grasses here were taller. Wait. Did this mean that she was near a territory after all? The ivory hued domestic began to make her way out of the cover of the trees that she knew so well, and stepped onto the expanse of grass that nearly covered her entire body. Hiding her in the shadows. Wintercloud had no means of hiding, and she could smell the faint scent of a clan that was nearby. Would they end up becoming a threat? She had no idea, and sure as hell hoped not anyway. The older female made her way forward, a neutral and troubled looked spread across her facial features as she moved, her pawsteps lightly touching the ground. "Hello?" She asked, turning her head around, letting her ears listen to her surroundings. There was a faint scent, meaning that they could be long gone and she could just be wasting her time. Right now all she wants to do his rest and just find something to eat.

[LUCIANA]

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LUCIANA V. A. VIENEZ [abbr=2 years and 4 months, cis female, windclan member, seductive, mysterious, alluring, gorgeous, secretive, from Colombia, speaks fluent Spanish, is a beautiful dust brown podenco canario]✨[/abbr]
And I'm on tonight you know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection

Luciana Valentina Alejandra Vienez a dog who had originated in Colombia, but moved always across the ocean to go to America with her mother and father, with there pack of other dogs that had roamed the street. It was a long trek for the group and they had gone from point a, to point q.  One day in the forest near the clans Luciana had awoke by herself, no one insight, not even a footprint or a little thing to track them down.  It hurt a lot to know that they left her, but she assumed them dead just like how they'd assume for her.  Luciana wandered around at the age of a year too then stumble across the clan of Windclan.  Joining she has been in the clan for a year and four months now and she's rather comfortable with the clan as well. 

Though currently the Colombian Podenco Canario was out in the territory by herself, like a lone hunt to be honest.  She didn't have much luck at this current second though, just a few voles here and there.  But soon the female heard the voice of another speak out.  With her unique nose for tracking the female started her trek using her ears to listen into this as well.  Her dark brown optics glimpsing over the territory as her gait sped up a bit more as her steps silent and gentle.  The pros of being a hunting dog, her skills being more then precise when in mode for a hunt.

Soon the brown colored canine stopped as she jumped over a rock and saw the creature who had spoke.  It was a white feline, it wasn't like she wasn't used to cats by now, it was just always a shock for her to find a new creature in this area.  "Name and business,"  Luciana spoke her voice filled with dominance, "you're in Windclan territory."

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GENERAL
✨ Luciana Valentina Alejandra Vienez | Luci | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 2 year and 4 months / ages every 350 posts
✨ Colombian Windclan
✨ Warrior
✨ Spotify playlist ✨

NOTES
✨ Se was born to having a mother and a father who ere street dogs in a town in Colombia, both of these two are dead, but she had moved to America with them and a pack of dogs.
✨ She is a baddie, she doesn't take shit let me tell you though, she is a very dominating women with a very independent persona.
✨ She has a thick Colombian accent, she tends to roll her r's a lot, and prefers to speak Spanish than English.
✨ Smells of dirt.

PHYSICAL
✨ Being a Podenco Canario, her body is built tough as she's been running around America for several, several, years and she is tough.  Her build is a medium size as she isn't too big of a dog.  She has a scar over the bridge of her nose, one on her bottom left corner of her lip, has a scar on her hind left leg close to her hip, and a shar on her tail from what looks like someone biting it.  Her fur is a dirt brown color that helps her adapt to her surroundings of Windclan.  Her optics are dark brown like a wet dirt color but yet still poetic in a way. She resembles Penelope Cruz as a human.
✨ Podenco Canario
✨ Injuries: none at this moment
✨ Aliments: healthy

PERSONA
✨ ISFP | The Adventurer | The Endured | The Artist
✨ Loyal, brave, daring, adventurous, very independent
✨ Scary, will destroy you if you make her enemy, fearless, dangerous

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Pansexual and Panromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

INTERACTION
✨ no powers yet
✨ honest fighter, very strong, and hard to beat
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #4b0182
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures 
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[WINTERCLOUD]

The ivory hued domestic cat didn't have the luxury of being born in with the clans. Instead, she had been abandoned when he was just a kitten, like most kids seem to go through nowadays. It broke the former mother's heart that was for sure, to see so many children that didn't have any loving parents. Although she had been pretty strict on her own children but that was because she had only wanted to protect them. She had only wanted the best for them, and they had rebelled her and there was nothing she could do about that. She hadn't traveled a long distance to find her home. Ironically it had been during the winter where she had been found by a clanner for the first time in her life, and there she was able to make friends and grow up with them. She didn't make any attempt to go searching for her parents because she knew that she would just be disappointed if she ever saw them at least. The female felt like if they had left her on that border, or near it anyway, that it meant that they didn't want her anymore. Wintercloud never thought of her parents on the factor that she didn't know who they were and also didn't care. The female had learned the skills of being a clanner, and like most kits dreamed about becoming a leader. She of course went through tragedies as she lived through the claws. Having watched her mentor die in front of her eyes when the eagles that came into their camp had grabbed her and dropped her from several stories up. Winter could still hear the sounds of her mentor's bones breaking as she hit the ground with a thud. She tried not to think about it, but each time she started to think about her past it ultimately ended up happening either way. The female then had to deal with plenty of drama that was in the clan, some of her clanmates trying to go up against her when she was so close to being leader. Her goal of being leader far gone though as she just wanted to live a life and die while she was old. Wintercloud was exactly given though though as she died of old age. Yet why was she revived? So Starclan could rub it in her face that she was a failure of a mother? That Ashfeather came with her and died with her for nothing? Of course her mate having died long before she did, and now it was much longer before she would die. She knew that she had the option to stop living, but could she even kill herself if she wanted to? Probably not, she would probably be too afraid in this alien world that she now occupied.

The former deputy had seen plenty of species during her reincarnation back into a body that seemed to belong to her. She felt strange in a body though, as if her soul had gotten used to living in the spiritual expanse of Starclan. She wanted to go back to that place where she didn't have to worry about ever getting hungry. Where she didn't have to worry about something bad happening to her. Where she could just live out the rest of her soul before she drifted into nothingness. There was something that she needed to do though. Something here that she needed to do. Redemption. That is exactly what she is currently challenging herself right. The female had been around a time where domestic cats were the prime creatures that lived in this place. However, after coming back to life, she came face to face with dragons, then lions, then tigers, and even dogs that could speak. At first it had been a complete culture shock for her, having no idea what she would do with herself in this situation. There were times that where she was currently staying, that they had to comfort her and tell her that this is how it was nowadays and that there wasn't anything to be afraid of. She had reasons to be afraid though. If there were these massive creatures that were currently her clanmates, what of the creatures that lived in the enemy clans? Luckily she didn't stay around long enough to get into any type of battle. This doesn't mean that she's afraid of fighting, far from it actually. She's been a warrior since she was a kitten, always putting her life on the line just like the rest of her clanmates were going to do the same. She trusted them. These creatures that she was about to meet? Not so much trust. There is hope lying deep in her soul though. Hope that this would be the right place for the likes of her where she can stay and figure out what Starclan has planned for her. Wintercloud had stopped moving around the border, her pure white paws crunching in the grass as she does so. It was then when she stopped moving that she realized that she heard something coming toward her. The female's thick white fur began to bristle with fear as he unusually long tail began to curl around her back legs as she started to move away from the border. This had been a bad idea.

Wintercloud didn't have time to move away though, the practically elderly female suddenly heard the movements stop. Where was it? Was it just prey? She was too in shock to even open up her jaws to scent the area around her. Her golden optics wide as she tried to find the source of the noise. Wintercloud had been unable to till she heard the sound of the voice, her head snapping in the direction of the call. She nearly caused herself to get whiplash as she winced in pain from the quick movement of her neck. Her breath caught in her throat at the large figure though, and she didn't start moving again. It was a dog. Obviously from the look. Wintercloud had grown up through the times where dogs had been a primary enemy, especially if they had been feral too. The former deputy had never really fought one before. She has fought badgers but dogs were something else. Wolves weren't a thing when she was younger. It was a couple minutes later that the female's words seem to register in her mind. Windclan. Wait. There was a Windclan here? It obviously had to be a different clan that had the same name. So, the second emotion that the russet colored hound would see would be confusion. Had she actually traveled in a circle or was this a different place? Wintercloud audibly gulped, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get any information if she wasn't a joiner. At least that's what she would do if she was in the canines shoes. The domestic cat hadn't realized this entire time that she had unsheathed her claws in a defensive posture, and slowly sheathed the white weapons back into their sheathes, not wanting to start anything with a place that she found familiar and yet not. She hesitated again speaking, not sure if her voice would work after this long time. "Windclan? I-I'm Wintercloud.... I'm here to j-join." Her voice shook and almost sounded older than what she actually looked like. The female's voice sounding like she had just swallowed a thousand needles.

[Wendy]

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Wendy Marvell!
THE WORST IS YET TO COME

[ there you go again sorrel, lol]

Wendy couldn't remember much of her parents, when she tried to think back all she got was a blank and confusion would only thing that she felt afterwards. Worrying it didn't do well for her health so she just wouldn't think much about it any further. The gray tabby having heard others talking and then scenting a strangers smell she had padded towards the direction it was coming from. Just to see a white feline with someone she didn't know at the border and had heard part of the conversation. "Welcome to WindClan then, I'm Wendy Marvell, it's nice to meet you!" she greeted, probably made things awkward with her sudden appearance. But Wendy was sure it was fine, since to her Winterclouds seemed trustworthy and friendly they hadn't acted out or anything so what trouble would there be anyways.

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ Wendy Marvell| Squirt, Wendy| Female
★ Bisexual
★ Single | ½ Carndy
★ Littletalks xx npc | G1 | Mentor - N/A | Former mentors- n/a
★ 12 months | Feb 8th 2016 | ages realisticly
★ Apprentice  of WindClan

RECENT EVENTS:
★ Joined WindClan

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Remembers currently nothing of her past life.
★ Faceclaim is Wendy Marvell from Fairy tail

PHYSICAL:
★ Domestic feline [birth] | health: 100%
— A smaller then average Grey tabby w/green eyes, skinny and long furred, carries a brown bag around her neck.
Major injuries- N/A
Minor injuries- N/A

PERSONALITY:
— Friendly | Caring | Earnest | Faithful
— Artful | Formal | Quiet | Moralistic
— Ditzy | Cowardly | Insecure | Passive
— Wendy is very cowardly, afraid to fight back or isn't willing to attack others even if they give her a reason too. But she does have moralities, she knows what is okay to do and what isn't, thanks to past experiences from watching others. She does however end up crashing under pressure from others when told to do something, something that bites her back. Wendy also has a bad habit of either stuttering or pausing when she's saying something.

POWERS:
★ None

INTERACTION:
★ Makes friends very easily
★ Easy physically | Very easy mentally | as little to no training
★ Doesn't start fights | Avoids them | will dodge attacks
★ Attack in #C0D9DB
★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
★ If you want to plot or have a thread just send an pm![/spoiler]

[WINTERCLOUD]

[What could you possibly mean? ; P]

The largest creature that she remembered first seeing when she was just an apprentice would have to be a cougar. She also remembered that cougar to be the strongest member in the clan at the time. Who could doubt the cougar of course? Everyone else was just a simple domestic cat. Even herself when powers started popping up everywhere, Wintercloud wasn't really lucky enough to get any of those powers. The only power that she seemed to get would have to be telepathy and nothing else. It was a great power there was no doubt about it, and even without fighters she could still be considered a fairly strong warrior at that. She couldn't remember what had happened to that cougar back in Hawkclan where she had grown up in. Maybe the other could have died? Possible, since tigers and lions started to also pop up, meaning that they would be extremely difficult to deal with that was for certain. The ivory hued domestic cat had to worry about getting attacked by larger creatures that didn't have anything their size to fight back. There was one time that she remembered incredibly visibly when Bloodclan decided to take over Hawkclan, and there had been a snake there. She had tried to lead her clanmates into battle since the leader at the time was no longer there and she was technically in charge. She had made that mistake though as she had nearly got devoured alive by the python, not having been quick enough to get out of the striking range of the creature. Due to her getting captured, it meant for a while that Bloodclan had taken over Hawkclan and there was nothing she could do about it as she was under the watchful eye of the snake that had her arm in its gullet. If someone tried to move the fur away from her right front leg, they would be able to see scar marks where the snake had been able to sink its fang into her flesh. It was that moment that had probably been the scariest moment in her entire life. She had never been that scared before, and it really did freak her out that she could have been eaten alive if the snake would have really wanted to do that. Luckily, the clan needed her alive to keep everyone cooperating with their daily chores and such. She had learned her lesson about snakes though, and actually refused to go around them due to that exact memory. She never witnessed anyone in the clan that she grew up in getting killed by snakes. The number one killer in her clan just so happened to be badgers that liked to make their way into their camp in hoards and try to take them all on. She had a couple scars from those fight for sure.

The cat with the unusually long tail hadn't moved her gaze away from the dog. Of course it had the ability to use speech, but that didn't mean anything to Wintercloud. She was in a place called Windclan, she knew that clan to be the clan of the fields and also being pro-clan at the same time. That had to be good right? It had to be since she didn't have anywhere else to go. She had just tried to walk in one direction and see exactly what would happen, so here she was. She just had to get away from the place where she had grown up in, not able to take the memories from there. So to say that she jumped a little bit when Wendy made an appearance was a little bit of an understatement as she couldn't see where the other had come out. Her body flinched as if she had just been stabbed in the tail, his golden optics quickly growing wide as she snapped her head in the opposite direction of where the dog was standing, only to see a young domestic cat standing there with a smile. Wintercloud almost seemed to relax in that couple of moments at seeing another domestic cat that seemed to know this place. The female didn't seem to be all that young, but still young anyway. She could feel the motherly urges already starting to start, as the females coat color reminded her of one her already dead daughters. At that thought, she seemed to struggle for words a little bit, before opening her jaws and finally speaking to the Windclanner. Obvious relief on her features at this point. "Oh thank you. It's very nice to meet you Wendy. Could you possibly tell me which direction your camp is in? If that's okay?" She wouldn't be surprised if her paws were bleeding from the long trek. The weather had been somewhat decent for her travels, but that would only go so far to help her in certain situations anyway. She was glad that the ground wasn't covered in snow, as this would probably be a two day trip, as snow would easily rip up the tissue in her pads.