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[Ashbreeze]

(I Promise) suggested to me earlier that we start in a clan meet.

[Small-but_deadly]

[That's a good idea of how to start]

[Ashbreeze]

((Ok, I'll start.))

Eska
Eska sat down by the Raven long fire and warmed her hands. It was a cold and dark winter night, and snow was falling. Winter watched from a nearby pine, looking for a scrap of food. Eska tapped the her lap twice and Winter flew down. She opened her food pouch and pulled out some willowgrouse, she gave it to Winter and she flew up into the same pine tree.

Eska waited for the rest of the clans to arrive, she didn't have to wait long when a girl a little older than her from Wolf Clan arrived. She sat on the opposite side of the Raven long fire.

Anuun
As she arrived at the Clan meet Anuun noticed a Raven Clan girl just a littlle younger than her, about fourteen or fifteen, she thought, already sitting there. She wore clothes from the far north, which she found strange, as it was the open forest. There was a white raven with black-tipped feathers perched in a pine tree. This just keeps getting weirder, she thought. She sat down on the opposite side of the camp fire, wanting to avoid the strange Raven girl.

[Small-but_deadly]

||Teala||
Teala walked in the direction of the fire, her eyes on it's flickering flame. She glanced down to her right for a second, expecting to see a black shadow but Sable was not there. Teala had had to leave her behind and this made Teala feel slightly naked she was so used to having the wolf and especially when she was going to meet new people. She saw two girls already by the fire and took her place as far away from them as she could, not feeling sociable at all like usual.

[ShadowRoselia]

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{Tara} · {16 Winters} · {Female} · {The thoughtful one}

· {Basic } ·




{Full name} ·Tara Greene of White Fox Clan
{Nickname} ·Tara
{Age || Date of Birth ||Place of Birth} ·16 Winters|| Winter ||In the shade of the mountains
{Gender} ·Female


· {On the outside } ·



{Physical Appearance} ·Tara is quite tall for her age, but never admits it. She always wears seal skin boots and thick leggings and tunic to keep the cold out. She is never seen without her clan creature necklace her father made for her before he died; a white fox made from a rich, black stone. Her mother always complains about her hair, which she refuses to tie up most of the time as she prefers to hide behind the long, white locks to avoid eye contact. She is quite slender, but still quite athletic even if she can be lazy. Most people notice her long, slender fingers which can craft nigh on anything from a piece of ice, wood or bone. Her clan creature pelt is sewn over her heart on her tunic, but she also has another loose scrap of pelt she more often than not carries in a pouch around her waist.
{Eye colour} ·A clear, pale blue; one her mother always described as the colour of the ice bed in the summer, the lightest eyes anyone in the clan had seen. Her eyes are always full of ideas, of unspoken thoughts and dreams, of figuring out the next step in life...
{Hair colour} ·Tara's hair is abnormal for anyone; it is stark white. Not just an extremely light shade of blonde, white white. It is slightly wavy and ends just below her shoulders, where it curls into loose ringlets. It is rare to see her with her hair tied back, she prefers it down and only ever ties it back when preparing a kill or for some important clan ritual.
{Height} · Five foot five.
{Weight} ·140lbs
{Ethnicity} · Born and raised on the ice bed, her skin is equally pale.
{Body Modifications} · She lost a small corner of her left ear due to frost bite when she was 3 winters old.

· {What goes in your mind } ·




{Personality} ·Tara is exceptionally shy, keeping to herself most of the time. People think this is because her mother deserted her when her father died, and Tara never got over the experience. Most often, Tara can be found sitting outside with a knife and some wood, whittling and carving, keeping herself busy to escape the day. She always does chores when asked, and loves going hunting, whether on her own or with some of the older members of the clan. She feels she can never relate to those of her age as they don't know what she's been through, making it hard for her to talk to them, and it doesn't help that they occasionally make fun of her. Because of her unusual hair colour, everyone is superstitious about Tara, as no one else in the clan has stark white hair, even elders whose greying hairs are becoming lighter and lighter. This worried them, many thought she was cursed, but after hearing how her mother had seen a white fox before Tara's recovery, turned the tables a little.
{Likes} · Loves thinking, making things, she can never sit still for more than a few minutes, loves hunting and fishing.
{Dislikes} · Hates it when it's too warm, scared of ice bears, hates having her time wasted.


· {Family tree } ·




{History} ·Tara was born in one of the harshest winters the White Fox Clan had seen for years, and nobody thought she would survive. Everyone in the clan prayed for her, as she was very ill in her first year of life, and she barely moved at all. One night, however, her mother heard a fox scuffling outside her hut, and she took this as a sign, one that her daughter would recover, against the odds; And she did. But, on the same eve of seeing the fox, Tara's father died in a snowstorm and his body was found, shredded by an ice bear, barely 30 feet from the camp, and her mother went insane with loss for weeks, deserting her daughter in doing so. Due to this, an elder chose to help raise Tara whilst her mother recovered.
Tara grew into a fine young girl, the only worries being that she spent too much time on her own, and showed little interest in the boys of the clan when she was nearing the age of marriage. But the elder who assisted in raising her saw something else in her, a creativeness that was in very few others of Tara's age, but the elder kept this to herself, not wanting to draw more attention to Tara than there already was.
{Family} ·Family member || Name ||Relationship
Mother|| Rama Greene || Ill
Father ||Ress Greene ||Deceased



· {'Cos I'm messed up on you } ·




{Crush} ·Hasn't got one.
{Arranged to marry} ·None as of yet.
{In a relationship with} ·None.
{Sexuality} ·Straight.
{Secret sexuality} ·Straight.

[Ashbreeze]

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{Tara} · {16 Winters} · {Female} · {The thoughtful one}

· {Basic } ·




{Full name} ·Tara Greene of White Fox Clan
{Nickname} ·Tara
{Age || Date of Birth ||Place of Birth} ·16 Winters|| Winter ||In the shade of the mountains
{Gender} ·Female


· {On the outside } ·



{Physical Appearance} ·Tara is quite tall for her age, but never admits it. She always wears seal skin boots and thick leggings and tunic to keep the cold out. She is never seen without her clan creature necklace her father made for her before he died; a white fox made from a rich, black stone. Her mother always complains about her hair, which she refuses to tie up most of the time as she prefers to hide behind the long, white locks to avoid eye contact. She is quite slender, but still quite athletic even if she can be lazy. Most people notice her long, slender fingers which can craft nigh on anything from a piece of ice, wood or bone. Her clan creature pelt is sewn over her heart on her tunic, but she also has another loose scrap of pelt she more often than not carries in a pouch around her waist.
{Eye colour} ·A clear, pale blue; one her mother always described as the colour of the ice bed in the summer, the lightest eyes anyone in the clan had seen. Her eyes are always full of ideas, of unspoken thoughts and dreams, of figuring out the next step in life...
{Hair colour} ·Tara's hair is abnormal for anyone; it is stark white. Not just an extremely light shade of blonde, white white. It is slightly wavy and ends just below her shoulders, where it curls into loose ringlets. It is rare to see her with her hair tied back, she prefers it down and only ever ties it back when preparing a kill or for some important clan ritual.
{Height} · Five foot five.
{Weight} ·140lbs
{Ethnicity} · Born and raised on the ice bed, her skin is equally pale.
{Body Modifications} · She lost a small corner of her left ear due to frost bite when she was 3 winters old.

· {What goes in your mind } ·




{Personality} ·Tara is exceptionally shy, keeping to herself most of the time. People think this is because her mother deserted her when her father died, and Tara never got over the experience. Most often, Tara can be found sitting outside with a knife and some wood, whittling and carving, keeping herself busy to escape the day. She always does chores when asked, and loves going hunting, whether on her own or with some of the older members of the clan. She feels she can never relate to those of her age as they don't know what she's been through, making it hard for her to talk to them, and it doesn't help that they occasionally make fun of her. Because of her unusual hair colour, everyone is superstitious about Tara, as no one else in the clan has stark white hair, even elders whose greying hairs are becoming lighter and lighter. This worried them, many thought she was cursed, but after hearing how her mother had seen a white fox before Tara's recovery, turned the tables a little.
{Likes} · Loves thinking, making things, she can never sit still for more than a few minutes, loves hunting and fishing.
{Dislikes} · Hates it when it's too warm, scared of ice bears, hates having her time wasted.


· {Family tree } ·




{History} ·Tara was born in one of the harshest winters the White Fox Clan had seen for years, and nobody thought she would survive. Everyone in the clan prayed for her, as she was very ill in her first year of life, and she barely moved at all. One night, however, her mother heard a fox scuffling outside her hut, and she took this as a sign, one that her daughter would recover, against the odds; And she did. But, on the same eve of seeing the fox, Tara's father died in a snowstorm and his body was found, shredded by an ice bear, barely 30 feet from the camp, and her mother went insane with loss for weeks, deserting her daughter in doing so. Due to this, an elder chose to help raise Tara whilst her mother recovered.
Tara grew into a fine young girl, the only worries being that she spent too much time on her own, and showed little interest in the boys of the clan when she was nearing the age of marriage. But the elder who assisted in raising her saw something else in her, a creativeness that was in very few others of Tara's age, but the elder kept this to herself, not wanting to draw more attention to Tara than there already was.
{Family} ·Family member || Name ||Relationship
Mother|| Rama Greene || Ill
Father ||Ress Greene ||Deceased



· {'Cos I'm messed up on you } ·




{Crush} ·Hasn't got one.
{Arranged to marry} ·None as of yet.
{In a relationship with} ·None.
{Sexuality} ·Straight.
{Secret sexuality} ·Straight.

Accepted ^^

[ShadowRoselia]

(Thanks)

[Ashbreeze]

((Your welcome. ^^))

[ShadowRoselia]

(Where can I start?)

[Ashbreeze]

((Well, people are really just arriving at the clan meet really.))