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Part I – The Sentinel

Player: Zactura
Name: Sherienne
Nicknames: Sheri, Sher, and basically anything else. She won't mind.
Species: Sentinel of Noctua
Age: Adult.
Hatch Date: 12/07/??
Type: Wildtype
Task: Ranger.
Personality: Sherienne is calm and cheery, with a very-laid back attitude. Her one major quirk is that she insists upon preening her mate before every patrol, and she has never failed to make him look nice. (And she prides herself on this.) Sheri is a very kind Sentinel that would give her last bit of food to someone if they asked her. She is generous to a fault, and with her clear-cut values and innocence, she can be taken advantage of easily, much to her mate's displeasure. Even so, she's too...well, Sheri-ish to tell them what's on her mind, even if she's storming about it when they're not there.
History: Sherienne was raised by her parents in a cedar tree in the far eastern side of the Not-Cold area. She grew up with a love of flying and roaming, so she eventually grew up to be a ranger. This was where she met Kesan.
At first, it was probably one of the most awkward and accidental meetings Noctua has seen. Kesan flew right into her on accident on account of Kobold tugging at his eartuft, and they were flitting around checking if the other was okay as they both do anyway. Over time, they eventually grew to be very good friends, and then Kesan finally told her that he liked her a little bit too much for friends. Sheri and Kesan soon became mates, and they're a perfect couple. Now, the pair are inseperable and often patrol together. Sherienne and Kesan mesh well together, and they find common ground in the fact that they both are socially awkward, easy to fluster Sentinels.
Territory: She lives in Kesan's teritorry, in the same tree.
Mate: Kesan. (Oh man.)
Companions: Yes.


Part II – Companions

Name: Flash.
Species: Chirop. (Copper-colored with a white face and chest, as well as white wing membranes.)
Age: Elder.
Speech Ability: 3
Intelligence: 4
Skill: Flash is a very old Chirop that can't quite do his job anymore. Sherienne keeps him around for companionship, but he's still a pretty fast flyer for his age. On account of this, he's sometimes used to carry small messages in and out, rather like Kobold. Flash is mostly companionship, though, for when Kesan's gone or they're out on seperate patrols.

Part I – The Sentinel

Player: Scaramouche Fandango
Name: Almond
Nicknames: Nutso, but only when used in jest or affectionately
Age: Young Adult
Hatch Date: 17 July
Type: Wildtype
Task: Gatherer
Personality: Almond is a quiet Sentinel who rarely speaks her mind. Usually, when she talks, it's to ask a question of another or to offer her services as a Gatherer. Being raised by a single Minder with too many fledglings left her without much personal attention, and as such, she's more likely to sit back quietly while the world goes on around her than she is to attempt to put a wing into the spotlight. She's very considerate of others, often putting her own needs below others'... and others' offspring... and others' companions... and others' food items... Self-deferential to a fault, Almond doesn't take much for herself and lives with the bare minimum, for that is all she needs. She loves nothing more than to listen to somebody else talk about their life and problems, then giving her best advice or trying to comfort them with honey and nuts.
History: Left in the Minders' enclave long after many of her companions had graduated, Almond was a bit relieved to be so young. After all, she wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do yet! For a while she considered not leaving at all and being a Minder herself; however, she soon realized that she couldn't stand staying in one place for so long. The idea of going out and finding delicacies appealed to her, so she decided that she'd give Gathering a try. She enjoys the task, especially picking up windfallen nuts, her favorite food, but her favorite part of the job is dropping the food off. She's gotten permission to gather exclusively for her old enclave, which she does with great enjoyment, for her old Minder still is too stubborn to get a partner and extra food is always needed and appreciated.
Territory: A pretty redbud tree on the banks of the Swift Cold River
Mate: None yet!
Companions: Yes.


Part II – Companions

Name: Wicket
Species: Mus
Age: Young
Speech Ability: 5
Intelligence: 5
Skill: Like a Skurri, Wicket is quite good at seeking nuts. Unlike a Skurri, he gives them back

RP Prompt Wrote:
The transition from fledgling to adult isn't nearly as clear-cut as it would appear to the casual observer. Most fledglings are lucky enough to be born at the same time of year as everyone else - so they graduate with everyone else, and become a part of the clan during a large and official ceremoney. Many fledglings, however, are unfortunate enough to spend an entire season at an awkward age - too young to become 'proper' members of the clan, but too old to be underfoot amongst the Minders and Teachers.

This particular young adult is one of those unlucky few. After spending the better part of the last moon flitting from one Teacher to the next, it is finally time to graduate. The ceremony is small, nobody but her closest friends and family are there to witness the event, and there are but three others graduating with her.

While she waits for the opportunity to step forward and choose her task, she cannot help but remember her time as a not-quite-fledgling, and the events that transpired during those nights. One event in particular stands out, and in fact that event is why she's going to take on the task she has chosen to perform for the clan...
((Describe the event, and how it influenced her decision to take on the task you have chosen for this Sentinel.))



There she is. Standing tall near her proud minders and the few that will be joining her as she takes the first wing beats into her future career in this private little ceremony. Upon hearing her name, Summerwind takes a step forward and speaks out loud, her voice clearer than it has ever been.

“I wish to serve our proud Clan as a Scout.”

There is a murmur of shock and she ignores the astonished expressions of those around her. The old watcher nods gently as if expecting the sudden change of heart and welcomes the wildtype female as a contributing member of the clan. Avoiding the eyes of those who watched her grow, Summerwind scratches the bark absent-mindedly with a talon as her unnaturally blue gaze pierces an innocent leaf with a blank stare.

She will have to explain her decision to them, she is aware of that. But how can one explain straying from the path that has been so carefully laid out in front of her, turning her back to The Plan that had been lovingly created for the gentle female they had raised amongst all those boisterous boys? She had never shown interest in any particular task and her minders had worked tirelessly into finding the most suitable occupation for their beloved little girl. As she had shown an above average control of her will, the kind fledgling had been told to follow the Medic profession, a strategy that had seemed rather logic at the time and as such, had been promptly accepted.
But in the short period between two full moons just before the small graduation ceremony, an event rocked the very foundations of her being, shaking her to core and finally awaking from her voluntary slumber. She witnessed a conversation between a ranger and scout. A brief discussion that lasted only a few short moments but that caused the greatest impact on the impressionable female. The white egg had hatched. There was a Spectre amongst them.

Suddenly, it was as if the evil creatures from her childhood stories and the deeds that had caused so much grief to her great Clan, had found a way to return to their peaceful times, ready to cause havoc and pain and fear… Someone had laid that egg. Which meant they were still alive, those cursed hissing creatures from the past, evil beings lurking so close to the peaceful borders of her beloved Noctua, ready to act when the Sentinels least expected, stealing Noctua’s food sources as they watched patiently, waiting for their opportunity.

And then, she wanted more. More than to wait and heal the wounded. More than to follow others as they took the frontlines in a future battle that she felt lurking closer as each day passed. Now, she wants to seek out any threats to the Clan, find the origin of the recent scarcity of prey and help create a better world for the generations to come. She will give her life to protect Noctua. The secrete bitterness that she had felt at the prospect of having such a small ceremony is melting away as she is sure to have found her true purpose. The few lessons she has taken in secrecy after that fateful day reassure Summerwind that her decision was not as rash as it might seem at first.
Yes, she will have to explain her choice, eventually. But as her eyes turn to face her minders as the newest member of the combatant forces of Noctua, she stands tall with a determined smile, definitely not regretting it one bit.