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Mustang

Loner

19 moons

tom, he/him

biography

i remember feeling low, i remember losing hope, i remember all the feelings and the day they stopped

O'MALLEY

lost souls and wet paws | open Jan 10, 2017 16:03:49 GMT

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Post by O'MALLEY on Jan 10, 2017 16:03:49 GMT

despite the nip in the air that brought with it the promise of what the two-legs called 'winter', the former kitty-pet was content. well, as content as one could be out in the elements after living in a warm home for the majority of his life. he wasn't completely used to the rain and the snow was an alien concept, but he knew that it existed. he had witnessed it through the window, but hadn't realized that it could be cold just like the weather that bore it. O'Malley wasn't going to complain though, it was better than being stuck with two-legs that didn't want him.

what he was going to complain about was the moisture soaking up through his toes and drenching his paws. his face was the embodiment of disgust, and as he walked, he brought one paw up high to inspect it before dropping it down and drawing up the other one. how in the world anyone lived in this area was beyond him. that is, if anyone lived around here. he had heard rumours of cats that lived in things called 'clans' but that too, was an alien concept. why would anyone want to live with a group of other cats? most of the other felines he had met on just over a moon of loner-hood were rude, and aggressive. to the young tom, that did not sound pleasant at all.

there were scents though, smells that he hadn't noticed before, and he felt the fur along his neck and spine erect in response. if indeed there were cats in this area, were they nice? would they offer to help him catch something to eat? apparently, that's what cats did when they didn't live with two-legs. it was news to O'Malley the first time he heard it, and for the most part, except when he got lucky, prey eluded him. he hadn't never been this hungry before in his life, and he was fairly certain that he was going to starve to death. it wasn't a very pleasant thought.

letting out a very heavy sigh, the tom sat down where he was, momentarily forgetting that the ground was wet. as soon as his haunches touched the cold, he sprang up and yowled in shock.

"oh come on!" glaring at his now wet backside, the white and orange tom attempted to clean his pelt. "why does this always happen to me?"

Riverclan

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yikes

Apprentice

7 moons

tom

biography

"your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you."

quickpaw

lost souls and wet paws | open Jan 10, 2017 17:40:02 GMT

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Post by quickpaw on Jan 10, 2017 17:40:02 GMT

Well well well, who would have run across this if Quickpaw hadn't been slinking around for 'hunting practice' (if anyone asked)? He was a far cry from any official patrol, but the unfamiliar yowl of displeasure immediately drew the young cat's attention, his head bolting straight up from his crouch as the bird he was stalking went flittering away.

A trespasser.

Moving swiftly towards the source of the commotion, Quickpaw leered through some brush to lay his eyes upon a long-haired tom, looking similar to himself and his mentor save for that ugly red thing rung around his neck. He'd never seen a kittypet for himself before - but he'd heard the stories, knew that if a cat wore something weird like that, he likely enjoyed the company of Twolegs way more than he should have. Soft, naive. Didn't know a thing about the forest. Now that part was obvious, because if this stranger knew anything at all about clan borders he wouldn't have just come waltzing across Riverclan's like it was nothing.

This presented the ginger apprentice with a bit of a conundrum; he could confront the intruder, who might very well run away and that'd be the end of it - or, he could return to camp and report to his superiors, likely getting in trouble for being outside the compound without permission in the process. It'd be a gamble either way, but Quickpaw liked to think he had the upper-paw; this was his clan's soil, and it was his duty as a warrior-in-training to defend it.

Decision made, Quickpaw stepped from his hiding place with his tail high in the air, "You're not supposed to be here, kittypet. This is Riverclan territory," He tried to sound as serious as possible, with a hint of threat in his voice that was meant to get O'Malley to look past the fact that he was but a few moons old.

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tags: O'MALLEY

Last Edit: Jan 10, 2017 17:41:32 GMT by quickpaw

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Mustang

Loner

19 moons

tom, he/him

biography

i remember feeling low, i remember losing hope, i remember all the feelings and the day they stopped

O'MALLEY

lost souls and wet paws | open Jan 15, 2017 0:12:17 GMT

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Post by O'MALLEY on Jan 15, 2017 0:12:17 GMT

as the tom was busy cleaning himself, he was ignorant to the creature that was creeping up on him. there were more important things to worry about then other animals triyng to make a meal out of him. besides, even though he had heard rumours that the infamous, and elusve ‘clan cats’ were cannibals, he didn’t really believe it. o’malley didn’t think that cat would taste particularly good. he knew after he took a rough route through a particularly messy area of the forest, his pelt certainly didn’t taste appetizing, so he wasn’t worried about being eaten by cannibalistic cats.

the voice of another cat caught his attention, and he stopped mid-lick to look at the source of the voice. what met his gaze was an orange and white tabby, not unlike himself, though he was smaller than the loner. the words that tumbled from the young cats’ mouth didn’t necessarily make sense to him, and he didn’t look that intimidating, so the tom did nothing to protect himself from the younger tom. o’malley smiled at the orange and tabby and straightened out so that he wasn’t looking at him from a compromised angle.

“kittypet? what is a kittypet? I am not a kittypet, so, sorry to say it, but you are mistaken.” his voice was jovial, as it usually was and his tail swayed from side to side behind him. “I am a loner! bound for eternity to wander through the endless expanse of land, driven by hunger and savagery.” raising his paw for emphasis, he slammed it back down, splashing himself. “why is it so wet here?” he asked, exasperated at the entire situation. then something clicked in his mind. this cat had said riverclan. oh lanta! this was a clan cat! o’malley’s excitement intensified.

“wait! are you one of those clan cats that feeds on other cats and lives with a bunch of other cats and you all do stuff together, without twolegs to feed you or a roof over your head? wow!” his ochre eyes were wide as he regarded the kit. “this is so exciting! I have waited so long to meet one of you!” the tom was grinning broadly, and his tail was straight in the air with enthusiasm. this was the best day of his life!

tags: quickpaw
comments: he means well, i swear

Riverclan

14 POSTS

yikes

Apprentice

7 moons

tom

biography

"your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you."

quickpaw

lost souls and wet paws | open Jan 22, 2017 15:56:03 GMT

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Post by quickpaw on Jan 22, 2017 15:56:03 GMT

This was definitely not what Quickpaw was expecting.

Despite the apprentice's best efforts, the fluffy stranger's body language suggested he wasn't all that concerned with his (generous) warning. He frowned a little as the tom straightened and denied any knowledge of his own heritage, and the notion that he wouldn't even know what a kittypet was had Quickpaw furrowing his brow suspiciously, "Oh yeah? If you're not, what's that on your throat?" He gestured to the collar with a curt dip of his head, the majority of his focus unwavering from the older tom's face. Maybe he was being messed with, as if the mysterious origins of this stranger actually mattered - a trespasser was a trespasser, and he certainly wasn't from another clan.

Just as he was growing impatient with the ~~kittypet~~ loner's spiel about his struggles, O'Malley's splashed himself in the face and elicited an impish smirk from Quickpaw in spite of himself, "'Cause it has to live up to its name, obviously. Who wants to live in a Riverclan with no water," Far more of a statement than an actual question, because to him the answer was obvious.

He flinched back a little at the sudden enthusiasm, his ears wicked halfway towards his head as he fixed the other cat in a wary squint; why was the fact he was a clan cat such a surprise? He'd said that earlier, hadn't he? Better backtrack to the cannibalism though because somebody was definitely out spreading misinformation, "We don't eat other cats, that's just some weird rumor," Not as far as Quickpaw was aware anyway, but Shadowclan ate a lot of strange things so there was always the possibility, "But the part about living together and not needing any help from the twolegs, that's true," For a moment he let his pride overshadow his duties, puffing out his chest and curling the very tip of his tail towards his back, "I'm Quickpaw from Riverclan, one of the four clans in the forest. The other three are Shadowclan, Windclan, and Thunderclan. Why did you wanna meet one of us so badly, anyway?"

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tags: O'MALLEY

Last Edit: Jan 22, 2017 15:57:38 GMT by quickpaw

Riverclan

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blue

Leader

42 moons

Male

biography

hold on as we crash into the earth; a bit of pain will help us suffer when we're hurt for real

OAKSTAR

lost souls and wet paws | open Jan 23, 2017 17:25:36 GMT

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Post by OAKSTAR on Jan 23, 2017 17:25:36 GMT

Apprentices weren't allowed to leave camp without a warrior escort. That was one rule broken.

All trespassing cats were to be challenged. Initially, Quickpaw proceeded with the kind of mannerisms Oakstar expected from one of his warriors, but the sensation of pride he felt was short-lived, and that consequently made it just another broken rule.

When O'Malley responded with excitement instead of fear, Oakstar wanted to see Quickpaw reinforce that he was unwelcome with a little more intensity. Of course, the apprentice was hardly of age to instigate a fight, but that was what the leader was present to do if the situation got out of hand. Violence would be getting out of hand to almost anyone else when an apprentice was involved, but in Oakstar's personal, unrelenting opinion, it was more simply defined as a pleasant exchange of words between one of his own and one from a world he didn't wish to understand.

Wordlessly, Oakstar pressed into the clearing, and with his presence came an unforgiving feeling of forebode. He halted a mouselength behind Quickpaw, and from above the apprentice, hazel eyes found O'Malley's in what could only be explained as a look that could freeze fire. Quickpaw was almost certainly in trouble, but as per usual, it was impossible to gauge anything but thinly veiled disapproval from the curl of his lip over a sharp tooth, and in that moment it seemed like it was directed at the kittypet and the kittypet alone. It mattered so very little to the RiverClan leader that O'Malley referred to himself as a loner. The difference was hardly worth acknowledging as far as he was concerned. "Now you've met one," the lashing of his tail was reminiscent of a sword aimed pointedly at the kittypet's throat, "and you'll be on your way." Oakstar spoke as if it was within his right to decide how O'Malley proceeded, but since this was his territory, and his clan, he felt irrevocably justified. Violence was his favourite way to see to it that offences weren't repeated, too, which he intended to convey with his bristling fur and tense, battle-ready shoulders.

All the while he hardly spared Quickpaw a glance. He undoubtedly knew what he did wrong, and these were the final moments leading up to his punishment to make a good impression on his leader. How he proceeded would play a great hand in determining what Oakstar thought of him as he continued his training.

Tags: mustang , yikes
Notes:Uh oh! Oakstar caught (in his opinion) the rule breakers red-handed! Proceed with caution.

Last Edit: Jan 23, 2017 17:27:25 GMT by OAKSTAR

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Mustang

Loner

19 moons

tom, he/him

biography

i remember feeling low, i remember losing hope, i remember all the feelings and the day they stopped

O'MALLEY

lost souls and wet paws | open Feb 21, 2017 22:56:00 GMT

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Post by O'MALLEY on Feb 21, 2017 22:56:00 GMT

O'Malley was fascinated by the small cat in front of him, and his obvious portrayal of something far more fierce. he seemed disillusioned by him, not even a wee bit intimidated by the fact that the loner was nearly twice his size, and that was positively fascinating. how one could be so proud and impervious to something as simple as a size difference made the orange and white tom want to pick his brain for any bit of information that he could give him.

"this?" he asked, trying to look down at the red collar that was still around his neck, but without any luck. the tom knew what it looked like either way, so the whole thing just made him look like not all the lights were on upstairs. as it was, the tom scoffed and shook his head, making the tag rattle loudly. "my housefolk put it on me before abandoning me to starve at the paws of murderous, angry, and cannibalistic cats like you!" the toms voice had risen an octave, and he looked to the sky for dramatic effect. it didn't last long however, torn from his self-pity when the tom mentioned the name 'riverclan'. O'Malley had heard some weird things in his life before, but that kind of sounded ridiculous, like a lot. the tom kept his mouth shut though and continued to listen to the cat talk. he sure knew a lot for looking as if he just stopped suckling at the teet, and o'mally was once again blown away by the entire thing.

"wait, wait wait." he said, shaking his head, closing his eyes and holding up his sopping wet paw. "no one feeds you? like, ever? so, how do you survive? you definitely don't look like your starving!" there was no doubt about it, the young cat had left the former kitty-pet confused beyond belief. O'Malley had been getting by stealing food out of dumpsters, and eating other kittypets food that had been left outside, and he wasn't nearly as plump as the cat in front of him. "quickpaw? that's a dumb name. i'm o'malley! and you said there are four clans? holy cow." the tom's eyes widened and he was about so speak when the booming voice of another cat caught his attention. his mouth fell open as he stared upon quite possibly, the most intimidating cat he had ever seen.

where quickpaw was small, this one was big. everything about him screamed power, and O'Malley felt very, very small in comparison. he wasn't a small cat, persay, but compared to the feline in front of him, he might as well be a kit. and judging by the look on his face, and the tone of his voice, O'Malley was in trouble. he tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace and then what the tom said registered. O'Malley laughed.

"well, you see, funny thing. quick-something-or-other said the same thing, and I didn't. and then we got talking and, we were having a pretty great conversation before you came up to us all "get off of my land", which by the way, was pretty impressive." the tom punctuated words by puffing out his chest, and raising his head high in the air, and then tilted it to the head with a shrug. "like, let's be honest here, big guy. I'm not doing any harm. I'm just passing through on my way to the next great adventure, and you're making that hard because you don't look very nice."

tags: OAKSTAR, quickpaw
notes: welp, do what you must xD

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riverclan

	leader: oakstar (bio) ▶ large, long-haired tabby; hazel eyes.
	deputy: blizzardfang (bio) ▶ longhaired white tom; mismatched eyes.
	med. cat: nettleheart (bio) ▶ massive tabby tom; green eyes.
	med. app.: smallpaw (bio) ▶ black and white she-cat; hazel eyes.

shadowclan

	leader: darkstar (bio) ▶ longhaired tabby tom; amber eyes.
	deputy: onyxfeather (bio) ▶ tall black tom; honey eyes.
	med. cat: sparrowpelt (bio) ▶ small tabby she-cat; hazel eyes.
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thunderclan

	leader: rowanstar (bio) ▶ ginger and white she-cat; amber eyes.
	deputy: firefalcon (bio) ▶ small blue she-cat; hazel eyes.
	med. cat: stormfrost (bio) ▶ grey tom; amber eyes.
	med. app.: auditioning ▶ see announcements for audition details.

windclan

	leader: aspenstar (bio) ▶ black and white she-cat; green eyes.
	deputy: asterfang (bio) ▶ pale ginger she-cat; green eyes.
	med. cat: mintnose (bio) ▶ large gray and white tom; green eyes.
	med. app.: brindlepaw (bio) ▶ tortoiseshell she-cat; green eyes.

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