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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 7, 2017 23:31:20 GMT -5
(I'm here!! Anyone online to RP?) [I'm here if you want me.]
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 0:21:32 GMT -5
(Sure thing! Did you wanna continue from last night?) [If you want to, sure. Or we could timeskip a bit or something.]
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 0:25:32 GMT -5
(Sure! o: did you want to start?) [Alright.] It was a nice...well, whatever, at the very least. Judging by the cool breeze on his whiskers, he had to assume it was close to night. At the very least, the sun was going down. Tornheart turned at the sound of pawsteps behind him. "Honeypaw? You're up late. Getting a late snack?"
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 0:49:53 GMT -5
"Understandable, I suppose." The tabby and white tom shifts over a little, just to give her more room. At her query, he makes an 'I don't know' noise. "I...just am, I guess. Don't think there's a subconscious reason for it. Sometimes things just feel right. Plus, doing the same old thing day in, day out gets boring after a while. Sleeping at the same time, eating at the same time, all of that."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 1:02:03 GMT -5
"When you put it that way, it sounds lame," he mock complained, letting out a loud snort. "And I'll admit that's true; but, hey, at least it's cooler outside right now than it was this morning. Never did like hot weather...More annoying than anything else." Tornheart grumbles to himself for a few moments.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 1:20:21 GMT -5
"Thanks, I feel so touched." There was a sarcastic edge to his tone, but he meant her no real harm and was merely jibing a little. Tornheart fluffed up his fur a little, if only out of instinct. His coat wasn't all that long in actuality, and it was colder than he would have liked. Blame poor genetics for that. "Now I feel like I'm the apprentice again, having someone younger than me ask the questions," the scrawny tabby drawled, though his tone almost immediately shifted back towards the serious side of things. "True, you can never learn enough about the place where you live it seems." And it wouldn't hurt for me to brush up moreso than I already have, I haven't been here in a long time. The Chausie mix got to his feet. "Anywhere specific you have in mind, or should we just see where our paws carry us?"
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 1:41:57 GMT -5
"That it does," he punctuates this with a chuckle and follows suit. He halts when she does. "For the most part," the lanky tomcat admits. "But, always time to re-familiarize yourself, or just discover things that weren't there before. Never know when you're going to need that knowledge, after all." Hesitating ever so briefly, he then takes a step outside. So familiar, yet so foreign. Home, yet not.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 1:45:04 GMT -5
(How old is he, and how long has he been back in camp?) [tHE FORUMS ATE MY PREVIOUS REPLY BUT Calibrating his age with the current ages of my other characters who were created during the 2012 era, I'd say he'd be at least 6 in human years by now? He left when he was barely 2, a fairly young warrior. He's been back for barely half a year, and I feel like Honeypaw would have been placed with him not long after he arrived; say, maybe a month or two?]
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 1:56:44 GMT -5
(pfft it's all good, so then follow up questions I'd say Honeypaw is kind of an older apprentice, 9 or 11ish moons and I see her being an apprentice longer than some of the others just because o: So would you say Tornheart wasn't her original mentor but when he returned, he became her mentor? ) [Yeah, definitely am down with that idea. Maybe her original mentor died or something?]
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Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 8, 2017 1:57:06 GMT -5
"That it does," he punctuates this with a chuckle and follows suit. He halts when she does. "For the most part," the lanky tomcat admits. "But, always time to re-familiarize yourself, or just discover things that weren't there before. Never know when you're going to need that knowledge, after all." Hesitating ever so briefly, he then takes a step outside. So familiar, yet so foreign. Home, yet not.
The young calico nearly bumps into him when he stops, stumbling over her paws in order to halt in place. She blinks, wondering why he hesitated before following him again, head tilted. "Her Tornheart, can I ask you something?" Honeypaw asked, now moving to pad beside him, looking ahead now.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 2:00:07 GMT -5
"That it does," he punctuates this with a chuckle and follows suit. He halts when she does. "For the most part," the lanky tomcat admits. "But, always time to re-familiarize yourself, or just discover things that weren't there before. Never know when you're going to need that knowledge, after all." Hesitating ever so briefly, he then takes a step outside. So familiar, yet so foreign. Home, yet not.
The young calico nearly bumps into him when he stops, stumbling over her paws in order to halt in place. She blinks, wondering why he hesitated before following him again, head tilted. "Her Tornheart, can I ask you something?" Honeypaw asked, now moving to pad beside him, looking ahead now. He hears her stumble, certainly, and flinches. Would not be pleasant, taking a tumble on such packed earth. But she seemed okay, so he quickly relaxed. At her question, he utters a "Sure. Feel free to ask whatever you want. Might not answer depending on what it is you're planning on asking me, but I pride myself on being honest...For the most part, I'm an open book I guess."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 2:14:28 GMT -5
"An open book he says, after saying he might not answer a question." Honeypaw smiles, glancing over to him. She made sure to stand by his side where her good eye was so she could watch him. After a moment she speaks up again, her tone sounding more serious than the usual teasing they'd been doing. "Why did you leave the clan? What made you come back?" "Hypocritical I know, but I suppose we all have our vices," he says moreso to himself than to Honeypaw. At her next words, he halts once again, but it's again only a brief pause in the action before he carries on like nothing happened. "It's... complicated I suppose." Oh boy, here comes the fumbling for words. Even he isn't sure of the exact reasons, at least not entirely. He was a different cat then, with different aspirations, different goals. Sort of. "I just had to figure some things out, for one. As far as I know, I don't come from a large family. And," he begun to realize that perhaps it wasn't the smartest idea to be infodumping on a child. His usually teasing tone was absent. "Wait. You sure you want to hear a sob story? Wouldn't want to scare you or anything."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 2:51:13 GMT -5
He seems unsure, but continues anyway. "Never had much family in LionClan to begin with. Nothing to really root me to the Clan, other than a vague sense of loyalty because I was originally born here. Not like I ever saw my mother's face, jibe at self not intended. According to the whispers I heard growing up, a few days after we were born she drowned herself. One day, just walked out of the nursery and into the lake. Apparently didn't say a word to anyone about it before she chose to off herself, and she seemed like a perfectly normal cat beforehand. My uncle, from what little I've been told of Fishripple, split pretty soon after his sister died. Never ended up coming back, though apparently our shared bloodline still runs strong in Cinderdrop; his daughter, from what I've discovered. My cousin." Tornheart gave his pelt a shake. "So, didn't really get to know any of my kin. Father was never in the picture to begin with, and no one ever talked about him. Seems like no one thought his existence important enough to note. Or...I don't know. Might not have even been a tom for all I'm aware. For most of my life, I only had Sandpaw. None of the other queens bothered to step up and act as a mother figure, and no other parent came to claim us. Badgers-at least, I think they were badgers-attacked the camp once, when we were apprentices. If I remember correctly, I think we were about to become warriors, or were at least a few moons away from doing so," this was punctuated with a nervous, slightly embittered chuckle. "And she died, defending the nursery all on her own. No one ended up mourning her except me. Whatever it was got some of the kits, as well, and it hurt a little to see everyone caring more about those kits than they did about my sister. She'd gotten her life stolen away from her as well, yet no one seemed to notice."
Tornheart sighs heavily. "Back in the day, it was all too easy to be invisible in this Clan. Ask Lizardfang; he's been alive for longer than I have, and he was a presence in LionClan for as long as I can remember. And, I guess I got fed up with it eventually. Left. Plus, always getting stuck in the elders' den when you could be helping out the people you care for gets old after a while. Funny thing is, the leader begged me to stay; can't remember his name for the life of me, and no doubt he's dead by now if he isn't living as a loner or a kittypet, but I could never quite tell if those words were genuine. Sometimes I wonder. So, there's that. And, also, I think part of me just wanted to make a name for myself outside of Clan influence. Don't think I'll ever know whether or not I succeeded, but it doesn't matter."
[sorry for the textdump man! when I/my characters ramble, well, we ramble.]
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Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 8, 2017 3:14:36 GMT -5
(Hah no it's totally fine!)
Honeypaw listens silently, although every now and then she'll give a little 'Mhm' or 'Hmm' just to let him know that she's still listening. She was frowning the whole time, already having so many more questions almost everytime after he's said something, but she bites her tongue to keep from interrupting him. The older apprentice wonders how many others he's told this story to, or if she's the only one so far. Once he's finished, Honeypaw remains quiet for a few moments longer. She's slowed down her pace until she comes to a halt, turning to Tornheart now. After a moment, she's hesitant before leaning forward and pressing her nose against his shoulder for a few heartbeats then pulls away. "You're not invisible to me, Tornheart." She offers a gentle smile, knowing he wouldn't be able to see the gesture but hopes he could at least sense it. "I'm really sorry to hear about your sister, it must've been hard for you after losing her. What was she like?" She's hesitant again when asking that, hoping she's not bringing up any unpleasant memories or overstepping any boundaries.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 3:26:43 GMT -5
[hi i'm wade and all of my characters have iSSUES]
And he stands stalk-still as she presses her muzzle against his body, falling back into silence as usual. It takes him a while to find the words needed to continue speaking. "Thank you, Honeypaw," he rasps out, and though the words are crafted to sound just the slightest bit flat the apprentice's gesture truthfully means a lot to him. He pauses once again to think at the mention of Sandpaw; truth be told, essentially all he has left are fuzzy, vague memories of his sister. "She was nice. I remember that at least. Stubborn. Brave. Too brave, in some cases. Like you, in a way. How strange."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 3:46:45 GMT -5
[Ain't that the truth haha. Could list a bunch of reasons for that because I feel oddly sentimental, but I also don't feel like burdening anyone tonight.]
"That I do," he responds in turn. Tornheart briefly wonders why she sounds so nervous, then shrugs it off with a simple "You're not obligated to live up to someone you never knew, if that's what you're worried about it. No one is." He's facing towards the horizon now. The tabby and white cat carefully sits down. "Anything else been on your mind lately?"
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 4:08:53 GMT -5
"Alright." The pause in her wording was a little too obvious for his tastes, but it wasn't as if he cared enough to really do much about it. So, add that to the pile of things he's brushed off. "So. Guess we just sit here, then. Not that I mind. Gives me something to do."
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