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[OutFoxed]

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❝Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.❞
- Theodore Roosevelt

name: Raven
age: Eighteen
ability: He can manipulate felines, canines and foxes.
category: The Professors
hair: Shockingly, he's a ginger
eyes: Coffee Brown
good traits: Humor; raising the groups moral; gets along with everyone;
bad traits: A bit resentful of the situation; can get overly defensive for limited reason; can get distracted as easily as he distracts

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[felix.]

♛ crystal;;the professors

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❝Every second counts on a clock that's ticking.
So we gotta live like we're dying.❞

mood: tired, disgruntled
tagged: feather
with: the other girls

crystal stirred, opening bleary eyes and squinting at the bright morning sun. Tiredly, the young girl rubbed her eyes and sat up in her bed. The bed was harder then the other girls' but crystal preferred it that way. A firm bed makes a firm person. she thought, grinning. If anything, crystal was that exact opposite of firm. Always laughing and joking around, it was a tedious chore to try and get a serious conversation out of her. She hoped it wasn't a bad thing. Shaking herself from a morning daze, crystal swung her legs of her bed and slowly pulled the covers back on. "I hate making my bed," she muttered. If feather didn't force everyone in the camp to be super neat and organized, crystal would have been fine with sleeping on a messy bed. Nonetheless, feather was the leader and crystal respected her for that. It couldn't be easy, making sure the camp ran smoothly, now could it? She headed to the dresser next to her bed, and rummaged around in the neatly folded clothes. She chose a pair of faded jeans to pair with her white tee and beige cardigan. Remembering about training, she put them on the bed to change into later, and slipped on her black sweats and a jacket for training. Smiling at the others as they woke, crystal skipped outside into the cold. "G'morning," she said, grinning. "Am I the first one out?" she asked. Usually, crystal was tw slowest to get up, and feather would cut her some slack, but today, crystal was the first. Brushing the snow off of a rock, the girl sat down, putting her cold hands into her pockets. "I really don't know how you stand the cold," she commented. Her own hands were beginning to turn red, and her cheeks were following suit.

[duckworth]

♛ oak | simply special

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❝Another day, another dollar. Oh god, did I really just say that?❞

mood: tired, but all right
tagged: N/A
with: N/A

Oak's gray eyes gradually blinked open. He tried to get up, but miserably failed. Oak woke up in stages. It took a while for him to be completely awake, but when he achieved full synchronization with his body, his energy came like a bullet. Unfortunately, he was currently still in the barely-awake stage. Oak attempted rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he slowly sat up in his bed. Oak rolled out of his bed, nearly killing himself in the act. Luckily, he caught himself before he fell face-first onto the floor. Getting to his feet a bit clumsily, Oak started to feel more alert as he dressed himself. Oak threw on some black sweatpants and a plain gray v-neck with matching gray sneakers. Finally, stretching luxuriously, Oak was awake enough to properly function.
Oak remembered that there was training today, and figured that he should hurry on down there. Oak was the best fighter with any weapon, including his hands, in the entire camp. It was probably the biggest reason he was there. People often asked him for advice on their form, and Oak should make an effort to get there early. Quickly, Oak jogged out of his cabin and squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes. The sunlight caused Oak's eyes to look silver, and also made his black-as-night hair have a blue sheen. Running a hand through his dark, shaggy hair, Oak continued jogging towards the training clearing. He saw that a couple people were still there, and he grinned at the group of kids. Oak had developed a close bond with a lot of the campers. He loved his friends and would do anything for them. Oak considered his friends to be like family, considering that it was the best he was going to get. Oak had no idea about his own real family, and found companionship instead in the other campers.
"Good morning guys! Isn't it great to wake up so early in the morning? You can really appreciate nature," His sarcasm was friendly and joking, and Oak had an easy grin for the people already at the clearing.

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[♈Aries♈]

♛ glitter, simply special

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❝each and every one of us is a star who's light will someday burn out so shine as bright as you can while you can...❞

mood: hopeful, sad, and tired
tagged: no one
with: oak, feather, and crystal

I had a dream last night. It's funny to say that because no matter what you dream every night. Whether you remember it or not is what varies. I do remember last night's dream for the events it contained were ones that affect me in a negative way. The dream was about my mother. I know that the dream has already ruined this morning for me but despite that I stand and get out of bed with a fake smile on my face. I run my silver handled hairbrush through my long, thick, auburn brown hair and hum a quiet song. Throwing on a pair of khaki brown pants, black combat boots, a black tank-top, and a khaki brown jacket, I cease my humming and make my way towards the door. I step one foot out the door and stay there to savor the beautiful sound of snow crunching under my feet. My greenish blue eyes scan the perimeter as I continue to walk away from the cabin and into the cold winter air. My slightly chubby cheeks, which despite my age are still lined with a cute little layer of baby fat, grow a rosy pink along with the tip of my nose. As I walk up to oak, feather, and crystal I smile at my friends. I come up behind oak and wrap my arms around his waist. "Good morning, Sunshines, how are you today?" I say in my bright sing songy voice, trying to be as hopeful as I can.

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[indecisive.]

♛ sterling ; the strongest

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❝It's a revolution.❞

mood: bored
tagged: feather
with: none

Sterling had been awake for about thirty minutes before he heard Feather's voice ring through the air announcing that everyone should be getting up. He knew he should wake up with her, and help her lead the wake up call, but Sterling had a suspicion that she didn't mind being alone in the morning. Because of a lack of things to do in the morning, Sterling had already gotten ready when he first woke up, and simply lay on his bed, looking up at the roof on top of the made bed. Upon hearing Feather calling for them to get outside, he sprung from his place on his bed, with his hair fashionably messy, black sweatpants and gray sweatshirt, along with workout shoes, and walked outside to meet her. Sterling remembered hearing from his mother when he was younger that no meal should ever be missed, but he didn't exactly have time for breakfast; he settled for an apple, taking a bite out of it as he walked outside.
The snow crunched under his feet, his black hair caught the sunlight, and his blue eyes cringed from the sun reflecting off of the blanket of snow left on the ground. Sterling crunched the apple bits in his mouth, swallowed, and took another bite before he started towards the group of people that had already gathered outside. "G'morning. Did you all get breakfast?" Feather may have been the head girl of the gang, but Sterling sure worried about them like his children. Making sure they got enough sleep, making sure they all ate, and making sure they were happy. The black haired lead boy took his place next to Feather, and took another bite from his apple.

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[spring.]

♛ sky ;; second in command

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❝the truth is, you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.
- eminem❞

mood: content ;;
tagged: nobody
with: nobody

Much like the strong Feather in some ways, the shy girl called Sky was up and about much earlier than some of the other Tahdets. She didn't sit in Feather's secret spot though. No, she sat in the middle of the training ground. Sky noted the multiple birds that sat, watching her as if they were waiting for something. She watched the birds, there were multiple types about her. She noted some finches, other songbirds, crows, ravens, and even a hawk cared to join her. Sky gently pushed up her sleeve to rub her arm. It was colder than she had expected initially, but her outfit proved warmer than it looked. She had on a gray zip-up hoodie coupled with green exercise pants that clung to her small legs. she was surely a petit girl. She also had on simple black high-top Converse. The hoodie may have been her brother's, as it was much too large for her. She heard Feather yelling for the others to wake, and thought about why she had come into the training ground. She had wanted to see if perhaps she could try talking to birds. But nothing happened. Sky had quickly become frustrated with herself and now just sat in silence, the birds watching her expectantly.

Their gazes made the girl slightly uncomfortable, and the cold snow around her was getting on her nerves. Of course, her controlling water, when the molecules are at a standstill instead of flowing like they should would bother you too. She sighed, standing and brushing the snow from her body. She made her way towards the others, but being shy, didn't expect to do too much socializing. She quietly paced through the snow, eventually spotting Feather, Sterling, amongst other Tahdets. Her brother was yet to be seen, but she expected that he was either asleep or still waking. She flipped some of her deep brunette hair from her face, and her bright blue eyes searched the camp for anything she could do except stand here quietly.

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[worry.]

♛ storm « second in command

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❝We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.❞

mood: Worn out at best
tagged: Sky
with: Sky

Storm lay awake in bed, gazing up towards the ceiling. The sun was already shining through what little of a window he had near by but he refused to acknowledge it. Mornings were never easy for him. With a shallow sigh he worked his way out of bed, taking care not to trip on the mess of blankets he had seemingly collected in the night. being cold, also not something he was too fond of. methodically he rubbed his temples as he heard Feather call out into the morning. While he respected Feather a lot he still disliked her morning calls. Trying his best to wake up completely he wondered down stairs, combing his hair with his fingers. It still looked pretty bad by the time he reached the door but it was okay to him. Searching around the commons for his hoodie he started to get a little frustrated. He remembered leaving it somewhere but couldn't place it. That's when he recalled giving it to his sister, Sky. She had always looked cold and he felt bad. With a slight shrug he deiced to wear his jacket instead.
He opened the cabin's door as the sunlight blinded him. Despite it being so cold outside the sun was still blazing, to no avail. He shoved his hands inside the jacket's pockets and shivered. It wasn't even that cold out yet and he still felt half frozen. Most of the other were already awake, which was to be expected. He was always a slow starter. Even though his powers made him the quickest of them all he still lagged behind them. It was just how he was. Getting up this early in the morning only meant one thing, practice. Storm would freely admit he wasn't the best at fighting. Although he did tend to pick the fights. He made his way towards the others noting Sky as she shied away from the group. Letting a small smirk escape his face he walked over to Sky and put a hand on her shoulder. "If i freeze to death you can keep my hoodie. Just make sure to keep it away from Sterling." he spoke, giving his sister a wink. He was never good at telling jokes, that was obvious, but he wanted her to feel at least a bit better.

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[HolliBerriShamrock]

♛ Snowflake; Amazing...but

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❝This moment will just be another story some day❞

mood: Rather content
tagged: Feather
with: Crystal

Snowflake woke about fifteen minutes before Feather had placed herself between two cabins, and cupped her hands together to yell her waking words. It had always been like this, the girl naturally being an early riser, but she never needed the time. Instead, she was just a little bit ahead of every step of the day. At this point, Snow's bed was made, looking as if nobody had slept in it at all, and she was dressed in fresh training clothes, for a fresh day. Now, she was just typing back her perfectly soft blonde hair into a flawless pony tail. And, the girl did not wear make up. she hardly ever did, it wasn't needed. She had very good skin, naturally, and maybe it was because she had the power of beauty, and maybe it wasn't, but that was how things were. The girl grabbed her jacket on Feathers call, and pulled both arms through it before zipping it half way up the front, before making her way out the door. She closed it after herself, softly because there were still some happy campers snoozing away in bed, and made her way out to the training field, but instead of walking, she jogged. She liked to be ready for the day ahead, without risk of suffering because of a tough unprepared for training hour. She was ready for anything. When the girl arrived at the training center, she realized that this morning was one of those mornings when she wasn't first there, so she couldn't play with nature in peace.The one person she noticed there was Crystal, who, out of all the girls in this camp thing, she was closest with. Snow give her a smile, "Hey, Crystal," she greeted.

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[felix.]

(sorry if it's a tad short, I'm on mobile, and it's hard to see the length and type ^^;)

♛ crystal;;the professors

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❝Every Second counts on the clock that's ticking, so we gotta live like we're dying.❞

mood: jovial
tagged: feather
with: snow

crystal fidgeted, waiting for the rest of the group to emerge from the cabins. she never liked standing still, and found especially hard now, when there was snow to throw at people, tiny snowflakes to eat, and an empty stomach. when sterling had asked them if they had eaten breakfast, crystal had shaken her head, no, just as her stomach made a loud complaint. blushing, she hid her face with her long blond hair and gave sterling a small grin. she then paced around the clearing as more of the tahdets began filing out. crystal nodded to each of them, not really paying attention, until snow came out and greeted her. "Hiya," she said back in a singsong voice. she smiled at her friend, happy to finally have someone to talk to. crystal ruffled snow's hair, affectionately, knowing it would slightly annoy her friend. "Is there anyone else in still in there?" crystal asked, impatiently. "They better come out soon or I'm gonna go and throw some snowballs at the foxes." crystal's cheeks were now a bright red compared to her usual rosy pink, and she was itching to start training. It was her favorite activity, since, as one could imagine, there wasn't a ton to do inside the boundaries. I guess that's why everyone wants to get out, she thought, for the thousandth time.

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[wallflower.]

♛ feather, the strongest

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❝never live each day like it's your last. because then you'd be miserable. live each day with a smile, and soon it'll come naturally.❞

mood: content, calm
but also worried.
tagged: a lot of people.
with: a lot of people.

once i had finished shouting, i stood in the same spot for a moment longer, embracing the stillness of the early morning with closed eyes. when i opened them again, i could hear the muffled groans from inside the cabin- i knew with a tiny chuckle that my wake up calls were sometimes un-appreciated. with that, a smirk still on my face, i started walking towards the training area. it was about a quarter of a mile, maybe less, away from the cabins- sometimes she and sterling would make everyone run to the cabins and back four times for a warm up. usually the last was pelted with snow. i wonder if i should do that to them today, but when i imagine all the moans of protest i decide to be kind. it's too cold for arguments. with that thought, i do up my leather jacket, lined with a warm layer of wool. but my legs are actually warm- who ever really runs this camp gives us a massive ration pile, which we store in the shed behind the cabins. once a year. in the first large pile is canned goods, long lasting food etc. the second one has gardening equipment and seeds. although it would be impossible to grow things in here, because it's nearly always snowing, we have a large green house a few kilometers from the lake, it's supplied with artificial warmth and light, and we take it in turns to water and gather et cetera. however, because it's possibly the warmest place there is, most people go there to hang out and get the circulation back into their toes. then there's a weapons pile. a utensils pile. and a miscellaneous pile, full of hair pins and shampoo. the next is clothing. for some reason, they give us our own pile each, like they're choosing our fashion for us. everything fits perfectly well. in my pile, i received two pairs of heat preserving leggings, one of which i'm wearing. every year, we're meant to get rid of last years clothes, we have a bonfire and roast marshmallows while chucking all our old clothing into the hungry flames. but every year, since i was twelve i think, i've kept a hold of this jacket. i may be one of the few who dont remember the real world, but something about this jacket screams recognition. its now, obviously, a bit small and warn, it still fits around the arms, because when i first got it the sleeves were rolled up as part of the style, so i just undid the stitches. but the body of it only goes down to the bottom of my rib cage, and i can only do up the bottom button- as i had no chest when i was twelve. so under my jacket i wear a thick white top that clings to my body.
i walk into the training area last, probably too busy thinking to walk fast. everyone turns their heads towards me, and i hold up my hand in a kind of wave. i walk over to Storm, my best friend, more than that, we were the first two and he means the world to me. everyone thinks we're girl friend and boy friend, or at least should be, but we're just friends...really. well, i can't say i dont have deeper feelings for him, but it would mess everything up if i told him. most people just assume we're together because we stand closer than most, or are always whispering and giggling- he may be one of the only people who can make me laugh. "oh good morning." i mutter quietly to him. "lets get started." i sigh before he can answer, pulling my hair into a high pony tail and walking in front of the group. "okay, so is everyone here? no. well they'll have to catch up. did you all have breakfast? no." i give a fake smile and disappear behind the tree, a small bench has a sack i put there on my way to my early morning meditation spot. i knew that today would be an early start for training, and no one, except perhaps Sterling, would bring breakfast. i carry the sack back to the group. i start handing out the content to everyone, apples. "you can have a proper breakfast when we finish training. or maybe by then it'l be lunch. it depends on how much you suck." i talk loud enough so everyone can hear me. i ever wonder if they grow tired of my sarcasm and un-funny jokes. "eat your breakfast then go and grab a weapon." i add with a smile, nodding over to the table, stacked with goods.


--- sorry for rambling D:

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