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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞:
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬
𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐚
𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬.
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Name: Arlaekh
Future Name(s) none
Past Name(s) a few that she has forgotten.
Age: 28 mns
Gender: Female
Rank: second-in-command rogue
Desired Rank: leader
Origins: rogue
Scent: night-chilled mist and cedar
Significant Other: debating
Kin all deceased
Orientation: demi-romantic / heterosexual
Voice: Elizabeth Grullon as Trilla Suduri

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APPEARANCE: Arlaekh is a rather tall and muscular molly with vivid calico fur. Her muzzle and chest are white, and she has white mittens. Her eyes are a sinister amber, like the flame of hell. She is of average height, and with her long legs it looks like she is built for speed, not combat and bloodshed. It only takes for her to lunge to prove you wrong.

SCARS: Arlaekh has a significant amount of scars due to being a former imperial guard. She regards them as signs of her bravery and steel-hard resolve, and holds them in high regard. They are mainly visible along her flank and leg area. The most obvious one is the scar going down vertically across her right eye, where a rogue tried to blind her and failed

PERSONALITY If you want three words that define this fae it's cruel, apathetic and enigmatic. She delights in the hunting of prey and the flow of liquid iron over her claws. The calico fae is cold, observant and quiet, sharpening knives behind her back where no one can see-even brutish doesn't cut it.

In terms of temperament, Arlaekh isn't quite as hotheaded as one would believe she is. No cat has really ever heard her raise her voice above a normal conversational murmur. Her rage is something frozen in an eternal winter, something that cannot be thawed by even the currents of time itself. That's what makes her all the more intimidating. She speaks in a quiet and some would call cold-blooded voice. She may smile to your face, but if she feels like you are no use to her, she will show her aggressive side to a full extent. Compassion, forgiveness, and patience are not her strong suites and this is something you do come to realize pretty darn fast. She views it as a weakness. Despite her quiet voice, Arlaekh is very bold and fiercely stubborn in her opinions, and oftentimes this is what causes other cats to get into a fight with her. After all, ideas are not something everyone can agree with.

The anarchist environment that she grew up in has warped her soul and heart in sinister ways, allowing her to take a colder route. There is no question that she has the air and bearing of a scorpion on the frogs back; waiting to sting while appearing completely innocent. When threatened, she has one hell of a smart mouth — driving her opponents into fits of rage and striking them during their period of incoherence. She gets close to others to see who they really are, and then she turns that unto themselves.

Arlaekh is fluent in the dark language of trickery and deception. She can make engaging conversation with her silver tongue, just to expose all your weaknesses and flaws. It's not like she will blackmail you outright, but once she has the information, there's no making her forget it. This calico has a rather cynical air around her, which is apparent in her every action. Most would call this calico the lowest sort of scum; her fur a mask over a heart of decay. But that is not so. Underneath her cruel facade, Arlaekh has a passionate heart she shows to a few. Because she knows that if she shows it to the wrong person, they could crush her like an insect.

BACKSTORY: Arlaekh is a rogue with unknown origins...mostly. She grew up in a foreign clan that was as wild as it was quite unstable.

Feeling lost, she stayed with her family and several other cats several foxlengths from even the most remote outskirts of her home. The elements picked the survivors of the group. Her mother died first, which was not a loss that the calico took hard. Her mother had never really cared for her daughter, instead choosing to focus on her social life and ambition; she was raised by her father for as long as she can remember. When she discovered that her father Streamshade had fallen sick with blackcough, the molly felt her own soul shatter with him. There was no healer, and the molly had no experience with herbs. Even though he was sick, her father never let his expectations nor his daughter down for a minute. She supported him through his sickness, even if his final moons were spent in extreme madness and megalomania. He quickly became unhinged, and those powerful, yet gentle eyes became hollow and deathly calm. Empty, like pits. Arlaekh knew that there was no more love in her father, and this was what truly hurt her the most.

Finally, Arlaekh decided to end her father’s suffering by killing him in his sleep, and then burying him at the foot of an olive tree-the soil and grass were soaked with his blood. Shivering in the suddenly cold night air, the vivid calico slipped out of the den, becoming one with the rogues that had been the undoing of her all along. When she lost her father, she lost her name. The calico molly took on the name of a vicious rogue conqueror from one of the stories she had heard - Arlaekh, and the name of Marblepaw was forgotten.

Other:

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Marking for Creamflower. I will make a form as soon as things calm down a little. My mom is furious for some reason and I dont want her to get even more mad.

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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎; 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛; 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎
𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜; 𝟺𝟾 (𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝟺 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜)
𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚗; 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜; 𝚗/𝚊
𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔; 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔; 𝚗/𝚊
𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝; 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙺𝚒𝚗; 𝚗/𝚊
𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗; 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛; 𝚗/𝚊

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎; 𝙰 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚗/𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚡.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚢
𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝
𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚍𝚍
𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚠
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎
𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜
𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚠. 𝚃𝚑𝚎
𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜.

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𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢; 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 "𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗", 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝.
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𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍; 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.

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+ 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜; 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 - 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜; 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝

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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎; 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛; 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎
𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜; 𝟹𝟶/𝟹.𝟻 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜
𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚗; 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜; 𝚗/𝚊
𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔; 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔; 𝚗/𝚊
𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝; 𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢, 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚜
𝙺𝚒𝚗; 𝚗/𝚊
𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗; 𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕
𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛; 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎; 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜
𝚊𝚋𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢-𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜
𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢
𝚏𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎
𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢
𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗
𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚕𝚢
𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛.

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𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢; 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚣𝚣 𝚋𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎-𝚌𝚊𝚝, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑, 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚍𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢.
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𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍; 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗.

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+ 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜; 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚙𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚢 - 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜; 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

[Luscinia]

@ believe-hwu, Immortes, NoApologies- All of you are accepted and should've been added to the front! c: Let me know if there are any mistakes.

[Animals65]

Okay things seem to have finally calmed down! Here is the form! <3



Name: Creamflower
Gender: She-cat
Age: 24 moons
Rank: Hunter
Personality: Kind, gentle, strong, brave, smart, strategic, somewhat sensitive, can be too serious
History: Clan born
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Kits: Dead
Other: None

[Luscinia]

@ Animals65 - Accepted!

[daifuku]

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age: twenty-one moons
rank: boulderclan knight
gender: female
sexuality: heterosexual
description: a lean and moderately-sized cat, russetflare, when standing upright and tall, can be quite the intimidating figure. she sports red-brown fur contrasted with a light cream, especially on her belly, as well as tall ears and a long, bushy tail. her yellow-green eyes compliment her fur, but more often than not, are the source of an irritated glare.
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headstrong and impulsive, russetflare believes that everything should be done her way, and will fight to have it done so. her sharp tongue and glares speak for themselves, and her pride makes it so that she'll defend her opinions to the end, even if she knows they're wrong. however, she isn't unintelligent, and she honestly quite cunning in battle, usually having viable strategies and plans. while others may see her as persistent and annoying, she prefers to think of herself as passionate, speaking up for whatever she believes in. she is quite irritable and hates being criticized or ridiculed-- she'll snap right back if you even come close to insulting her. many might question why one would want to be friends with her, but russetflare is fiercely loyal and protective, making her a great friend or ally, if you can get past her fiery moods. while being with her is indeed like walking on eggshells, she isn't horrible to be around if not provoked.

born in a large litter, russetflare quickly learned to be more independent and stick up for herself. however, it is also her family who instilled her sense of loyalty in her. as a young apprentice, most were wary of her moods, and it was only her siblings who were able to navigate their way through her prickly mood. while she hasn't changed much from then, she has since learned to appreciate when others would give her a chance.

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kin: redwing, lichenberry, all relations are open
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age: thirty-nine moons
rank: boulderclan hunter
gender: male
sexuality: heterosexual
description: a leaner and smaller tom for his age, valerianoak is quick and agile. his pale green eyes are paired with striped light and dark brown fur, small rounded ears, and a long bushy tail.
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despite being a fast and agile cat physically, on the personality side, valerianoak is not impulsive or quick to act. he is observant and pensive, preferring to think before he acts and resolve conflict with words rather than teeth and claws. he is generally a good natured and reliable tom, who is loyal to his clanmates and his actions aim to benefit them and better their lives. however, he is rather soft, and some would even say naive. he wants to believe the best in everyone, and that can make him easily manipulated or taken advantage of. valerianoak will, more often than not, seek to change himself rather than ask others to change, even if it is really the other cat in the wrong.

valerianoak was born to adderstripe and junipergaze, two clan-cats. he considers himself lucky to have had minimal upsets in his life. this lack of negativity in his past leads him to being the easy-going and forgiving cat he is. of course, not everything can go smoothly, and he is prepared for hardship to come-- at least, he thinks he is.
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kin: adderstripe, junipergaze, all relations are open
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age: twenty-seven moons
rank: rogue warrior
gender: male
sexuality: heterosexual
description: with a splotchy and striped dark brown coat paired with a white muzzle and white paws, aconite is quite the unassuming figure. his average size does nothing to support a tough image, and his eyes are a warm, inviting golden-yellow that is quite contrary to his genuine self.
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aconite is bitter and resentful, the type who never forgives. he'll hold grudges to his grave, and it would take a miracle for him to show mercy or grace. he is on the more thoughtful and cunning side, and seems to always be scheming and plotting something in his head. because of this, although he is decent at battle, he usually chooses to play word-games, trading snarky remarks or infuriatingly fake niceties. he has no shame, and will lie, cheat and stoop to the lowest of lows to benefit himself. however, beneath the surface, aconite is undyingly loyal to the few he cares about. if his actions are not for selfish reasons, they are for those close to him. he doesn't forget wrongdoings, but he also doesn't forget others' help-- no matter how much he hates having to rely on others.

born to shard and thunder, aconite has no clan blood in him at all. not that he would want any, anyways. he nurses a deep dislike for clan cats, being the ones who drove his family out of "their" territory. hatred for the clans was instilled in him at a very young age, with him and his family being forced to survive on the bare minimum. this nomadic life led to threats on all sides, both from other animals and from starvation, finishing with his parents eventual death. this is something he blames the clans for, and so, he was delighted to join the band of rogues when he happened upon them. deep down, he believes that territory is something that should be shared with all, and hopes that the rogue clan, a group that he found to be much more inviting than the clans, is the first step towards that idealized world.
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kin: shard, thunder, all relations are open
friends:
mate/crush: not really looking for one

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