SHINJI, GET IN THE ROBOT [open, return]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]Warm, yet peaceful, music would dance through the air of Hawkclan. Piano music, to be exact. One of the many tricks and things he learned when he had disappeared and went traveling- he knew he was disowned before he left, and although his family was his life, he learned while he was away that it didn't change blood or any relations set up during that time period. He did however, find it unfair still- to this day. His parents, Thurio and Hollyburst, no matter how much they'd deny it- had disappeared for months before showing up and dying. And what? They weren't disowned, nothing happened to them, but he slipped into depression for one week and he was immediately boot off? The ones he thought the world of were ones he held slight dislike to- wait, no, not them. Harrierbeat. She was the one in charge, she was the one who boot him off like that. They hadn't done anything wrong. His aunt and his mentor was now one of the centers of one of the very few grudges he held, but it was pushed to the back of his mind.


    During the months he was gone, the three legged cat took to finding him a new, blank, cloak. One that meant nothing, just one he could sleep in and reminiscene over. They couldn't take it from him since his symbol was not all over it- and yes, he was clingy. While he was gone, he had also picked up some much interesting information. Wolfram, two years, was starting to get a little bit of a silvery tinge to his fur despite still being young but he traveled until he passed out, literally. Herbal knowledge, parenting knowledge, fighting information, how to use those weapons all the kittens and apprentices ran around with, he only ever trusted the older ones with those things, (and he still wasn't fond of them himself), how to make armor- more about the ocean in which the old high position, Fraiser, disappeared in, how to play this instrument, how to read and write- seeing as he was illiterate before he left. Tons of information! He also had a basket of trinkets from foreign lands, for those who stuck around (since he was sure there was barely any members who knew him before he ended up vanishing), and the kittens and apprentices interested in any little stories he had.


    The battle scarred tom didn't have many, but some where interesting and some he heard through the grapevine. Well, as long as he didn't frighten him with his looks- he thought those age groups would enjoy it. The brown tabby had a stubbed tail, missing, except for one piece that was all tufted up. A leg, clean gone- the fur having regrown nicely over it. The same side, he had terrible battle scars. Almost his entire flank was scarred and furless except for his shoulders and his hip, all somewhat in tufts. More scarring on the other flank with a little fur loss from it but not as bad- and then the mark on his face. They.. surprisingly weren't from many battles. He got stupid back when dragons were just becoming a thing and decided to fight the once rare, huge, tigers. He was always known to get up and go, and never stop. He was so headstrong and stubborn it was a surprise he didn't die on his journey. From glaciers to scorching deserts with their rough winds.


    As the song died down, and ended, he'd get his basket and begin off into the castle in which he called home.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Eisuke didn't recognize the tom, nor did they understand why he decided waltzing into their castle was a good idea. The Shakai quickly moved towards him, long limbs carrying them over the distance swiftly with large strides. "Um, e-excuse me," they piped up, ears perked forward and tail alert, the tip twitching as if it had its own mind. They halted somewhere near the tom, though they kept their body stance rigid and straight. "You are trespassing," Eisuke commented in his direction, goldenrod visionaries narrowed upon Wolfram. Even if this person was returning, it didn't give him the right to walk into their castle without being auto accepted first. They continued to stare over at him, watching, observing with a close eye. They took note of his basket, but they said nothing of it, as that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was his name, and why he was here. The winged feline flicked their feathery appendages before lifting their chin just slightly. They honestly felt empowered, yet at the same time they felt extremely frightened. This kind of situation was one they hadn't been in before. "Name and business."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]He figured this'd happen, the newer members not knowing him. "I am not trespassing," The stubborn brown tabby responded to the winged creature with a little yawn, he didn't understand the empowerment thing. They were all equal and anyone who felt like they were the superior species honestly had some things to sort out within themselves. "I'm Wolfram, iv'e been born and raised here. I went out traveling for a little bit, and now I am back. If anything, I should be asking who you are," With that stance, it was going to bring out his fiery personality. He was much nicer and calmer now that he was back, but his wild personality was still there.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Eisuke flicked their ears back as the explanation was given, albeit in a rather fiery and rude manner. They were a high position, so they should have felt a bit superior to this stranger. They didn't feel as if that made them better than anyone else, but a rank was a rank, and it did mean something. "I didn't know," the feline stated in Wolfram's direction, eyes narrowing just a tad more than they had been previously. This guy had some nerve.. While he had been born and raised in Hawkclan, how were they supposed to know that? He could have at least done everything with a better attitude rather than be bitter about it. "I'm Eisuke, a Shakai here," they introduced rather swiftly, wanting to move on from that subject and back to the one they had been on before. Trespassing. "While you aren't technically trespassing, how are newer members supposed to know? You should still wait at the border like anyone else would have," Eisuke explained carefully, not at all trying to sound rude or disrespectful. Wolfram was older than them after all. They usually chose not to be ill-mannered around those who were even just a bit older than them. They softened their gaze just a bit, though it remained narrowed upon the basket-wielding male.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]As the stance relaxed, and the facial features softened, he noticeably calmed down a little bit. It was the reason for his attitude in the first place, the show of entitlement or empowerment never settled well with him- considering he was usually on the lower end of what some would call the ladder. But, he also ran around like he owned the place back when he was an apprentice- so he could sympathize a little there. "Good statement, but how would you feel about waiting around for someone to give you the okay that you could come home? I don't think you'd like it, and any of the older members that know me can tell you I am a bit impatient," The last part with a light chuckle- he didn't hold much hostility towards any of his clanmates but he was pretty certain that no one wanted to lounge around and wait for permission to even walk onto the territory that they did live on. Unless they were a traitor or someone who purposely abandoned them with no wanting or need to come back, which- some might thought he fell into the second which he didn't, then he didn't see a need for them to wait. Shaking out the little bit of short fur he did own- he puffed it up a little from before.[/fancypost]