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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 1:03:57 GMT -5
Ahh. So, she had heard. "It is debatable as to whether or not you would know him," he said with a dismissive shrug. "But, his name is Cedarnose. A tortoiseshell. Weak, sickly-looking. Purple eyes, as unusual as that is. Perhaps that is a signifier of some sort, a warning. Apparently I have more kin in this Clan as well, though it isn't like I've broken in for the purpose of meeting any of them. I consider myself to be more tactful than that." Snowstar leans away from her ever so slightly, but shows no other sign of wanting this interaction to end.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 1:31:43 GMT -5
The tabby thinks for a moment. "The promise of power," he said eventually, shuddering as he spoke. Though, certainly not from fear. "The current leadership is weak, mysteriously absent. It seems as though it would be all too easy to topple, or at the very least it would present an intriguing challenge. And I look forward to it." Snowstar's scent was perhaps familiar, perhaps not; bitter and minty, with the slightest hint of stagnant water mixed with pine.
[Weird how my current characters can be summed up as Anxiety(tm), Actually Normal Person, Everything Is Sunshine and Rainbows But Also Things Get Real Sometimes and I Can Respect That, What if I Just Took Over The World, and Combat Sadist, Minus the Combat Part Because He Crumples Like a Heap of Wet Paper All Too Easily.]
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 1:52:21 GMT -5
[Anxiety(tm) = Lizard Actually Normal Person = Tornheart Everything Is Sunshine and Rainbows But Also Things Get Real Sometimes and I Can Respect That = Cinderdrop What if I Just Took Over The World = Literally just Snowstar Combat Sadist, Minus the Combat Part Because He Crumples Like a Heap of Wet Paper All Too Easily = somebody kinkshame Cedarnose]
Snowstar nods. "That is true. Though admittedly this particular one is a mystery to me. Who knows how many are left? I suppose there's only one way to find out." The moggy chuckles, and the sound is lower-pitched and darker than before. "My grandfather could, for one. No doubt he still can. I have...seen some things, certainly." Almost absentmindedly, he unsheathes his front claws and flexes them. "As for whether or not I myself still have multiple chances to make things right, that has yet to be proven. Regardless, my own mortality, or lack thereof, does not matter in the grand scheme of things."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 2:13:41 GMT -5
[It's honestly pretty fun just describing your characters in simple, silly phrases. Also, wow, like half my characters in anything are descended from Whiskey Dad, Now With More Snark and Chronic Pain Than He Previously Had. Please Don't Fall Out of Trees, then Subsequently Be Really Stubborn, Children. That's literally the most safe for work thing I could come up with.]
Snowstar grimaces at her touch. He'd never been one to like contact, and this was only setting him slightly on edge. He spoke slowly. "To paraphrase my oft-absent grandfather, it ultimately depends on your opinion of me. Some believe that I am in the right; I believe that I am in the right. But, some may not. It is up to you."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 2:25:38 GMT -5
He blinks agonizingly slowly. "...You have that right, in some manner," Snowstar said eventually. The tomcat watches her pace, eyes flicking back and forth. "And I suppose, in certain eyes."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 2:27:04 GMT -5
(I've often been described as Tourist Mom) [Forums ate half my post again and won't let me save the changes when I try to edit it, but that sounds pretty funny. A friend of mine recently described me as discount bin Robert Small, which I find hilarious. And true. There's that.]
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 2:37:18 GMT -5
[Isn't BBQ Dad technically all actual dads in some manner, though? Or at least 99% of them.]
He responds by shrugging. "I suppose, to begin with, it might have been my intention. At some point, at the very least. Twangy-ness is unsightly, simply. Though, I do not fault those who cannot change how they speak. It is not entirely their fault." Snowstar sighs. "I will admit that it is grating, however. And, I will take that as a compliment."
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Post by littlesong42 on Aug 10, 2017 8:24:51 GMT -5
"That's good. Tornheart seems like a good warrior, friendly." Stonepaw nodded along. She didn't know much about the warrior, but he seemed nice. And Honeypaw liked him, so he must not be too bad. Dustypaw yelped as he went sprawling backwards onto the ground, landing on his back. The apprentice, despite being taken by surprise, managed to recover quickly, if somewhat clumsy. Rather than attempt to put more room between them, since Aspentrail was facing away still, he leapt forward to try and land on his mentors back. Shadowbrook growled as her apprentice crashed into her, rather than the rabbit. She quickly surged forward, pushing the apprentice off of her and looking around for the rabbit. "Where'd it go?" She asked briskly, but it seemed the creature had gotten away. The black cat scowled, whiskers and tail twitching with displeasure. Shadowbrook heaved a heavy sigh, as the forest quieted down from the noisy chase she had been on. "Too late now, it's gone." Aspentrail yelped as Dustpaw sprang on her, and tried to throw him off by bucking her legs. She didn't feel his claws, which was good, but he was strong. Softpaw hung her head. "I'm so sorry!" she whimpered. "I didn't judge the distance right-and it was an accident I swear!" she kneaded the ground, waiting for Shadowbrook's response.
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Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 10, 2017 10:55:00 GMT -5
[Isn't BBQ Dad technically all actual dads in some manner, though? Or at least 99% of them.] He responds by shrugging. "I suppose, to begin with, it might have been my intention. At some point, at the very least. Twangy-ness is unsightly, simply. Though, I do not fault those who cannot change how they speak. It is not entirely their fault." Snowstar sighs. "I will admit that it is grating, however. And, I will take that as a compliment." (i fell asleep, sorry lol. and no, not all dad's BBQ) "Aw, well you're welcome, Snowy. Can I call you Snowy? I'm gonna call you Snowy." She gives a firm nod, letting herself know that's what she's going to call him. "It'll be like a cool little nickname, plus it's shorter to say than Snowstar." Roxy chuckles a little, also deciding that she liked the way he talked. She liked listening to how he formed words and just the way he made them sound. "Hey you think you could teach me how to talk all romantic-like, like you?"
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Post by SweetComet on Aug 10, 2017 11:35:10 GMT -5
"That's good. Tornheart seems like a good warrior, friendly." Stonepaw nodded along. She didn't know much about the warrior, but he seemed nice. And Honeypaw liked him, so he must not be too bad. Dustypaw yelped as he went sprawling backwards onto the ground, landing on his back. The apprentice, despite being taken by surprise, managed to recover quickly, if somewhat clumsy. Rather than attempt to put more room between them, since Aspentrail was facing away still, he leapt forward to try and land on his mentors back. Shadowbrook growled as her apprentice crashed into her, rather than the rabbit. She quickly surged forward, pushing the apprentice off of her and looking around for the rabbit. "Where'd it go?" She asked briskly, but it seemed the creature had gotten away. The black cat scowled, whiskers and tail twitching with displeasure. Shadowbrook heaved a heavy sigh, as the forest quieted down from the noisy chase she had been on. "Too late now, it's gone." Aspentrail yelped as Dustpaw sprang on her, and tried to throw him off by bucking her legs. She didn't feel his claws, which was good, but he was strong. Softpaw hung her head. "I'm so sorry!" she whimpered. "I didn't judge the distance right-and it was an accident I swear!" she kneaded the ground, waiting for Shadowbrook's response. Shadowbrook shook her head, the she-cat backing up more. "I'm sure it was." The black cat grumbled, looking closely at the apprentice. "We'll need to work on that more. You won't catch any prey if you can't measure the distance between your prey and you." The warrior grumbled, keeping her temper in check. Her tail was lashing behind her though, and she didn't seem pleased. "No use crying over lost prey," Shadowbrook muttered. Dustypaw held on as carefully as he could, not wishing to hurt his mentor, but wanting to keep on her back. He shredded his sheathed paws down her back, as he would in a real battle with his actual claws.
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Post by littlesong42 on Aug 10, 2017 12:15:35 GMT -5
Aspentrail yelped as Dustpaw sprang on her, and tried to throw him off by bucking her legs. She didn't feel his claws, which was good, but he was strong. Softpaw hung her head. "I'm so sorry!" she whimpered. "I didn't judge the distance right-and it was an accident I swear!" she kneaded the ground, waiting for Shadowbrook's response. Shadowbrook shook her head, the she-cat backing up more. "I'm sure it was." The black cat grumbled, looking closely at the apprentice. "We'll need to work on that more. You won't catch any prey if you can't measure the distance between your prey and you." The warrior grumbled, keeping her temper in check. Her tail was lashing behind her though, and she didn't seem pleased. "No use crying over lost prey," Shadowbrook muttered. Dustypaw held on as carefully as he could, not wishing to hurt his mentor, but wanting to keep on her back. He shredded his sheathed paws down her back, as he would in a real battle with his actual claws. Softpaw's tail dragged on the ground. She knew her mentor was disappointed in her. Aspentrail thought quickly, flipping over and squishing Dustpaw to the ground. She flipped over quickly and held his paws down to the ground, winning the fight. "Nicely done," she panted breathlessly. "But I do have some tips."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 20:20:20 GMT -5
[Isn't BBQ Dad technically all actual dads in some manner, though? Or at least 99% of them.] He responds by shrugging. "I suppose, to begin with, it might have been my intention. At some point, at the very least. Twangy-ness is unsightly, simply. Though, I do not fault those who cannot change how they speak. It is not entirely their fault." Snowstar sighs. "I will admit that it is grating, however. And, I will take that as a compliment." (i fell asleep, sorry lol. and no, not all dad's BBQ) "Aw, well you're welcome, Snowy. Can I call you Snowy? I'm gonna call you Snowy." She gives a firm nod, letting herself know that's what she's going to call him. "It'll be like a cool little nickname, plus it's shorter to say than Snowstar." Roxy chuckles a little, also deciding that she liked the way he talked. She liked listening to how he formed words and just the way he made them sound. "Hey you think you could teach me how to talk all romantic-like, like you?" Well, as much as he didn't like it, there wasn't much of anything Snowstar could do about the unfortunate nickname now. Roxy seemed determined, he'd allow her that. The white tabby shifted his position on the dry earth, thinking to himself for a moment. "I suppose," he said vaguely, not bothering to clarify what part of her statement that was directed to.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 21:14:03 GMT -5
Roxy tilts her head again, he didn't specify what question he was answering so she's just gonna assume it was for both. One of her ears twitch and she smiles, sitting up straighter and giving a purr. "Oh, good! Or, that sounds delightful thank you very much." She changes her tone at the last part, lifting her nose to the air and trying to make herself sound regal. After a moment she drops character and beams at him. "How was that?" Snowstar nods his head. "Excellent. You are learning, and that is not a bad thing." Well, it looked like he'd have to play the part of teacher...not that he particularly minded, or was complaining at this exact moment. Either way, that was more than likely one of the closest things to praise that anyone was going to get from Snowstar, let alone Roxy.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 22:01:27 GMT -5
Snowstar shrugged once again. "You tried. That is a start, if anything." The former leader curled his tail around his slim paws, and returned to watching Roxy with a curious eye. "And you can try again later if you so choose. There is nothing saying that you can't."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 23:14:39 GMT -5
"It is most certainly different," he confirms, then raises a brow at her next comment. "..I suppose that by now it's more like breathing than much else. Something natural. Automated." Kind of creepy, how she seemed to be perpetually smiling. Didn't her facial muscles ever get tired? Must have been exhausting. "Not all," Snowstar quipped. "But, some of them." Indeed, she does listen.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 23:44:56 GMT -5
His sense of smell is no doubt better than hers; it ran in the family, after all. The tabby jerks his head to the side, then springs abruptly. It's all too easy of a catch, and he quickly returns to where Roxy is sitting, dropping the carcass in order to speak. He has no need for it at the moment, but might as well not let it go to waste. Or, worse, let it notice that there are cats and shriek an alarm call to everything else in the territory. Snowstar rasps his tongue over a forepaw, then speaks. "Indeed. I at the very least make an attempt."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 11, 2017 0:03:37 GMT -5
"Perhaps I will. Perhaps not. Not everyone is capable of being fast to begin with," Snowstar stated. "And, your praise is touching. But no one cat is skilled at everything, as convenient as that would be. Those who try to convince you otherwise are merely liars."
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