[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]What was his task again? Possess someone, that's right. Ugh, he didn't want to do this. Just how would he be able to find a vessel as gorgeous as he was? That'd be nearly impossible. No, it would be impossible! This was stupid. Why did he even agree to such a thing? It was just to have a body again, right? He was sick and tired of being a spirit, wandering the Earth with few seeing him. He craved interaction with others after a few decades of having little to no social life. And he was going to change that once and for all.
The ghost scanned the area where a few RushingClanners were gathered. Gross, they were all gross! He didn't want a vessel that looked like them! He couldn't admire himself if he chose one of them. He wanted someone who could match his breathtaking good looks. And after about a half hour of searching, he finally found someone. A youthful apprentice, with fur that looked like it was made of the sand on the beach. That silky-looking cream ticked tabby fur, snowy white fur marking his pelt. And the eyes made him look nearly perfect. Hot pink orbs, one that somebody could lose their-self in if they looked into them too long.
But what on Earth was that thing around his wrist? It was a yawn bracelet, one woven with care. The apprentice seemed to be admiring it. Staring at it with great interest. It seemed the fellow was rather fond of the friendship bracelet. The spirit decided to let him keep it after he possessed the boy. He was the perfect choice for him. Quite attractive. And he wanted to have those good looks for himself. And so the ghost possessed Icarus, taking over the body he inhabited. Simply pushing him aside and taking the controls for himself.
He learned everything he had to about the boy before he was ready to test the body out. Dual membership with WindClan, he was a Guardian in that clan while he was a normal apprentice here, major crush on some cute girl named Camerapaw, really close friends with some guy called Sodapop. No enemies. This should be easy enough, right? With a smug smile, Icarus started talking to as many NPCs as possibly. Some noticed the change in his personality, that change being his sudden narcissism and overconfidence. And a few of those who did notice this change seemed annoyed by it. Not that he cared of course.
Those that did walk away just heard a laugh and a "Your loss, sweetie." from the apprentice. This was going to be so fun, socializing with others again! And he was able to snatch quite the attractive body before anyone else could. "Hell-o, my lovely little clanmates! How're you all? Good? I certainly hope so!" Icarus chirped with a wide grin as he strolled into the camp, his chest puffed out in pride. The young male conjured up a hand mirror, which he looked into and stared at his own reflection. A few giggles came from him as he gazed lovingly at himself.
If he had to bet on who the most attractive person in the clan was, he'd bet on himself. Most of his clanmates here didn't seem that attractive at all. If he entered a beauty contest, he was sure to win. Hm, maybe he could suggest that as an event? Of course he'd win, that much he knew. But it wouldn't be fair, seeing as the others wouldn't have much of a chance at winning. So, he pushed the thought of such a contest aside and went back to admiring himself. Icarus wanted to go back to WindClan fairly soon, so that he could flaunt his good looks to them as well.
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hopefully this is a good enough one-shot, it's my first one ]