I walk a lonely road~ (open, youth loner)

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    OOC: Just as a sidenote, this is my first time posting in this tribe and I'm not familiar with the landscape, so i would appreciate descriptions of landscape, season(s), and/or links.


    IC: The breeze blew, interrupted by the small frame of a young apprentice-aged tom. He seemed injured, limping slowly and with a sullen, depressed gaze that scanned everywhere around him. He seemed unsure of everything; what was around him, what was real. The blood loss was starting to distort the world around him, and he had many other scars covering his body to reveal that he was no stranger to torture. He stopped where he was just barely in the territory, and seemed to be fiddling with some makeshift bandages. I can't die here...I have to keep going...

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 12px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; color: #696969;]Hoping over, the jackrabbit's large ears at the sight of the unknown kit. He looked to be a young apprentice but Izumo was never the best judge on ages. Nonetheless, the high marshall approached quietly. He felt truly exposed not being in a normal body but he ignored his current state as he wandered over. Immediately, the bartender's warm, brown orbs eyes shot to the bandages "Hey kid. What happened with you?" the bartender spoke, muzzle twitching.


    [ooc.] They live in a city of gold, El Dorado which is near the base of an active volcano and surrounded by a large forest. You can read about it in deeper depth here.
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    [justify][size=9px]Peddrenth's eyes widened as he stared at the male. He knew he shouldn't have been out of the camp in the first place, but he was too curious for his own good. He needed to get out and explore. The kitsune kit blinked as he noticed the blood leaking out of several wounds on the youth's body, and he cocked his head. He wasn't afraid of blood - strangely enough, seeing as he was only two months. He didn't seem to mind death nor injuries, seeing them as something that just... had to happen. Saying that, there wasn't really something right with him in the first place. He rarely talked and most everything he said was a lie. Deciding that he wanted to get to see the male closer, he decided to put all caution to the wind, and trotted up next to Izumo. "What happened to him...?" the kit asked, looking up at the older male. He knew that he would most likely get chastised for being there, but he didn't care at the moment.[/size][/justify]

    The tom had been taken by surprise when he heard rustling nearby, when it only appeared to be a rabbit of sorts. The tom had grunted at first, not expecting a rabbit to be open to him. "I was attacked and dragged off to who know's where...I've been lucky enough to escape but I have no idea where I am anymore." he looked at the forest surrounding him. "I only came here because it reminded me of my home, or atleast what was my home." The tom suddenly had an eerie realization. "Wait...rabbits are normally timid creatures...which means you've dealt with cats before, doesn't it?" For a young cat, and injured practically to the point of insanity, the tom was brilliant and clever.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 12px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; color: #696969;]Great. "Eh, its a mishap of sorts but yeah" the rabbit shrugged off the question. It was too much of an embarrassing story to explain. Instead, the high marshall glanced briefly at the kitsune, brown eyes narrowed but ignoring the question he asked for he didn't know himself. After a moment, Izumo turned his attention back to the tom "You're in the Tribe of Burning Eclipse's territory by the way. I am the second-in-command here but let's not get into that. You're injured. Maybe we can get you some help if you tell me your name" he went on, ears twitching. The loner's story seemed to be sound. Besides, this was a child and the bartender found no ill reason for the guy being here.
    #izumokusanagi

    The tom turned away from his questioner. "Depends...if you want my formal name, you may call me Treepaw, ex-medicine apprentice of Thunderclan. If you want to know the name I go by now, you may call me Scar," he answered hesitantly. The tom seemed to be bothered by the 'we' in the rabbit's statement, confirming what he had thought before. Perhaps here I would be more welcome...


    I'M MAKING SENSE OF SHATTERED DREAMS


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    [justify][sup]The kitten-sized creature wandered over, staring at the larger creature. Normally, the Snowgrune would tower over everyone she saw and meet, but this due to the recent power mistake she had, she was as small as a domestic cat's kitten. The seafoam Healer looked over the creature, sitting down. "If I remember correctly, you can stay and rest here a bit if you wish. If I were you, I wouldn't wander around wounded- it makes you look like an easier target." The Snowgrune carefully explained, tilting her head. If he chose to stay, she could help him.


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    The tom's face admitted defeat. "I suppose you have a point," he said, gazing down upon his makeshift bandages. "I...did not have the time nor resources to heal my wounds. I would owe my life to your cause should you nurse me back to life." Scar relaxed slightly, realizing now that he wouldn't have anything to worry about...at the very least, for now. And to him, now was all that mattered.

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    [justify][size=8]For an acclaimed former medic apprentice, he was worse for wear. Approaching with a placid expression on her face as she came to stop alongside Constellations, the creamy lupine dipped her head toward Scar, not entirely sure on how to speak in this situation. Choosing the simple way out, the Chief simply offered her name and a nod of her head toward the male. "Annie, the Chief." The wolf introduced herself, flicking her gaze between the injured male and Constellations. "There is no reason to repay anything. If it's in your interest or falls within your moral standards, join us instead."


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    Scar was stunned as the lupine proclaimed themselves as what he would most definitely assume to be either a leader or high-class role. Nonetheless, he dipped down as far as he could without hurting himself. "I would be a fool to deny such a request," he answered. "That is, if you would have me. I may not know my way around your land, at least not quite yet, but I have a gift—or should I say curse—that I bring with me. It is the very reason I started this journey, anyways. I should explain," Scar cleared his throat and made himself comfortable. He held up his paw, and gazed at his blood upon it. Slowly, as if by his own will, it warped and moved around, and before long it started to ripple upon his still hand. "I have control over the blood of myself, and of others should they be willing. I can...use it to heal or harm, to protect or abandon...or at least that's what I thought. After Thunderclan kicked me out, my powers have weakened, and I can no longer heal myself, but I can still use my own blood-life to heal others." He turned his gaze away. "I never asked for such a power...and I'm afraid to admit that it is...controlling at times. Knowing this...would you still accept me? If you do, I will use every ounce of my strength to your cause."

    Ooc: Gonna bump this one more time. Don't mean to turn this into a sob story, but I was really looking forwards to RPing in this tribe; it seems like a great one, personally. Yet this thread ended up like the 10-something clans I've made—dead. This is the last thread that I had going, and most others never get started. If you really do care(not like I'm forcing you to, I can understand being busy,) then please come back and post (or post for the first time if yer readin' this.). I'd like a chance to prove that, although I did mention a pretty shocking power, it's not as strong as you might think(aka I'm far from power-playing.) so if that was the reason...it's not so. Anyways, I'm dragging on a bump for waaay too long now, so I'll just be waiting...this is the last thread I've had going, please bring it back. I don't have any other clans to really turn to; they've all done this too.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 299px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -3px; margin-top: 0px; overflow: auto; width: 230px; height: 150px;][sub][font=calibri]a power that controls the blood of others as well as himself? strange. the cream femme had never heard of such a thing. tear had been walking about the territory, checking borders and such other odd excuses when she came across the scene. though she was generally a shy young girl, her will to help others seemed to be sparking her interest at this moment. the stranger seemed to be in desperate need of medical attention, however he seemed more worried about a power that he possesses. she tilted her head to the side, her golden orbs fixated on the newcomer. "would you rather be humbled over some power that you have or take immediate action towards your current condition?"
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    Ooc: milli gratzie (many thanks) for continuing this ^_^


    Ic: Scar affixed his gaze upon the newcomer to the somewhat of a band around him. "As much as I would be inclined to keep it a secret...doing so has cost me quite a few homes," he said. "Although it's more of a help than a hurt; I do not understand why but other cats fear it." Scar turned his view to the sky. "I would, however, like to explain later...my injuries won't wait me for me to finish my statements..." He seemed to be laughing slightly, although it seemed more like a release of air in short bursts. Even throughout what one could only imagine as horrifyingly painful, this one cat could find the space to...laugh? This one was crazy, although a healer who could give himself but a scratch to heal wounds and disease...a crazy with power could be used for quite a few benefits.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8][hello! this thread is very old and has retired characters in it, so i think you'd have much better luck posting a new joining thread c: for example, i used to play annie, who in this thread is still chief: but she has long since stepped down, and there is a whole bunch of new characters here now. just wanted to give you a heads up, since not too many people are keen on jumping into such dated threads!]


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    Ooc: i guess you have a point...I'm just slightly surprised everyone just vanished after I posted last. @_@