It took Noodle ages to re-create different musical instruments, and even longer for her to beg and plead someone to let her borrow their stuff. But eventually, the small clearing she picked was filled with instruments of all kinds. Paw-made guitars, a few hastily made drums, a few wind instruments like ocarinas and flutes, a violin or two, and she even found another keyboard in the forest 2D found his. The wounded siamese feline sat near the middle, waiting for others to come. She had sent out the word an hour ago while she worked on her project. But would anyone come?
I ain't happy, I'm feelin' glad. (Open, Music Class!)
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8pt]it certainly seemed that windclan was taking a more musical turn. the advisor would walk over, noting the instruments laying around. he had received the invitation, and although he wasn't particularly musically inclined, he figured trying something new wouldn't hurt. [color=#CC0000]"hey noodle," jonathan would greet, taking a seat to wait for others to come.
[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS.][justify][color=#CC0000]MOBILE TAGS.
• jonathan toews ( pronounced as tayvz )
• windclan
• temping for sky 05/22/16 - 06/01/16
• main body: timber wolf
• elemental powers
• vampirism
• venomous fangs
• shapeshifting ( current body is bolded )
• night fury
• hippogriff
• bengal tiger
• serval
• timber wolf w/ prosthetic leg
• teleportation
• 20 months ( spiritually 28 years old )
• advisor
• formerly human
• engaged to eskimokisses
• attack in [color=#CC0000]bold #CC0000 -
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Would anyone be surprised to hear that Win was actually musically competent? Not that he could play anything in existence, no, but he has a rhythm engrained into his head and his heart, a steady, relentless thump that rarely changed at all. As such, counting musical lines became a breeze, and his keen hearing could pick out notes with ease. Actually playing was hard without thumbs, but hey, maybe this class would help, hm? Win had heard about it, and it was with his usual hard push that he stepped into the circle. He was a regulated person, everything scheduled carefully. Changing it was... Difficult. "This took a lot of work, didn't it?" He has to admit that he's impressed with it all.
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general:
wintersolider | previously darkknight [no memory of this] | ♂
gray-biromantic demisexual | presents as aroace | dating percival
deputy of windclan | ex-assassin | unknown age | unknown birthday
½ boysoldier [brotp] | will train anyone | makes few friendsphysical:
• greyscale wolfdog, pale blue eyes, prostethetic front left leg. ref.
- injuries: nothing major; sore + bruised
• [deceased] grey mountain lionpersonality:
stubborn | disciplined | protective | adaptable | guarded
demands the best from everyone | can be a hardass
actually pretty nice | can also be an ass | loves the world (sorta)confrontation:
highly trained | top condition
doesn't start fights | doesn't quit fights
attack in [color=white]bold white or [color=black]bold black
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[justify][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=7pt]The young pine marten blinked slowly when she spotted the assortment of instruments with her clanmate. It was hard to play much of anything with no thumbs, but the girl found herself, without realizing at first, staring intently at some bongos. Slowly, she wandered over, stationing herself a good few feet away from the others.
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Lessa Ren Solo | ♀ | apprentice | storm/blizzard/windclan | Kylo Ren xx npc | granddaughter of Han Solo | jedi youngling | pilotAppearance ☆
north american pine marten | prosthetic right hind leg
other bodies: pygmy rabbit | missing right hind leg | orange patch on chestPersona ☆
shy | anxious | quiet | curious | big-hearted | doubtful | frightenedInteraction ☆
selectively mute | ADHD | Asperger's syndrome | speech impediment | apprentice to Han SoloConfrontation ☆
semi-difficult physically | easy to moderate mentally | attack in bold dodgerblue | no kill, maim | ask for captureLinks ☆
biography | plot | journal/dairy | ask.fm | theme -
"A bit." Noodle rasped out, a smile on her maw at the compliment. It was becoming a tad harder to talk since a dog had bit into her throat, but she continued to remain optimistic. "Thank's for coming. I was beginning to wonder if anyone besides the band and I played anything." Her ears flattened as she made her way to the keyboard, flicking on its switch. "We can all practice with something easy. Instruments differ, but notes all sound the same."
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[align=left][size=10][font=timesnewroman]general tags --
○ six months old
○ adoptive son of eskimokisses
○ biological son of archangel & desirare
○ mentored by samantha
○ speaks with a stutterpowers tags --
○ no powersbattle tags --
○ physically easy
○ mentally medium
○ no kill/capture/severe injuries -
[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Cosmicpaw approached with his own brow quirked in youthful interest. No, the leader wasn't looking into making actual music ⏤ the boy was only curious into how the female had put together the intrustments. Something different sparked throughout his eyes, his own cranium dipping in question. It distracted him for now, took him away from whatever thoughts now plagued him. Padmé's own news took him by the shoulders and shook him so roughly. It stung, but Cos was trying to ignore it, as he did with everything else that bothered him.
The apprenticed ended up besides Prague, letting his eyes snap back towards Noodle. He'd been at the female's joining. They hadn't spoken much in the meantime, and part of the lion bashed himself for that. Though, it wasn't like the former apprentice to Chartedstars wanted to go out throughout the WindClan camp and be social. He wasn't as closed off as he had been after the death of his mentor, but the darker colored wildcat had changed. Naturally. Instead of actually speaking of music, his nearly orange oculars switched towards the keyboard. "Did you build that?" Fixing things had always been a part of him Cos treasured. It fell away now, was lost from grasp as he grew older ⏤ but his words hadn't been able to stop themselves from jumping off his tongue. It was still there. Parts of his childhood. Faint, but there.
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[justify]& BASICS:
‣ Cosmicpaw.
‣ Ten moons mentally & physically.
‣ Dark brown and ebony colored male lion.
‣ WindClan Deputy.
‣ In a relationship with Padmé.
‣ Son of Jonathan Toews and Eskimokisses.
‣ Apprentice to Chartedstars, WindClan Advisor (DECEASED).& FIGHTING / BATTLE:
‣ Hard.
‣ No kill.
‣ Attack in bold and black.
‣ Ask permission for capture.
‣ Decent injuries allowed in battle.
‣ Usually uses an old dagger that is corroding with rust.& POWERS:
‣ Shapeshifting (serval, timber wolf, lion).
‣ Ability to take away pain.& PERSONA:
‣ Impulsive + very reckless + rash.
‣ Morals + judgement can be blurred easily.
‣ Really just wants to be everyone's golden boy.
‣ Not good at making decisions, acts more on what his heart tells him.
‣ Wants to be seen as a trusted deputy.
‣ Ambitious + arrogant.
‣ Craves strength.
‣ Will do anything for those he loves.
‣ Naturally prone to anger + jealousy.
‣ Violent + impatient.
‣ Forces himself to suffer his problems internally.
‣ Doesn't express negative-based emotions on his exterior.
‣ Never thinks of himself as wrong.
‣ Tendency to be a a wild-card.& OTHER:
‣ Small burn scars on hind-legs and lower hip.
‣ Gash scar on right front-leg
‣ Brother to Lionpaw, Buckpaw, and Comfreypaw.
‣ Somewhat based off of Anakin Skywalker (SW).& REFRENCE:
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Scuffling forward with a wonder-filled expression, the cream tabby placed herself beside a tiger apprentice. From there she observed first the different faces around her. Johnathan she recognized but the others were all strangers, save for the tiger whose name she'd not learned. After she'd looked at each WindClan member, she turned to look at the variety of strange creations littering the ground.
"What are they?"
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"It very much is." Noodle answered softly as to not agitate her sensitive vocal chords. "Clockwise, those are the drums, the guitars, an ocarina, a flute, and this is a keyboard I nicked off of someone. All easy to play except for maybe the flute, but who knows." She smiled. "I didn't build the keyboard, but I built all of the string instruments and drums you see here."
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[spoiler=&& TAGS]
[justify]& BASICS:
♥ Noodle
♥ 14 Moons
♥ Scarred chocolate point cat with a red scarf around her neck.
♥ WindClan Warrior
♥ Guitarist of Gorillaz& FIGHTING / BATTLE:
♥ Medium
♥ No Kill, Ask for Capture/Huge Injury (Broken Bone, ect)
♥ Attack in Bold #c0edff& POWERS:
♥ None& PERSONA:
♥ Reasonable and rational
♥ Playful and teasing
♥ Suffers from PTSD from the events of Plastic Beach.
♥ Can't stand others invading her personal space unless invited.
♥ Inventive and Resourceful& OTHER:
♥ Carries a makeshift guitar with her on her back.
♥ Has a lot of scars from her travels.
♥ Can speak any foreign language, but hides this fact from others.[/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Nice, more music stuff. A softer side of her wants to learn how to play some of them, and she moseys forth curiously. The guitars catch her attention, a slight leaning toward the instruments with a gleam of— longing? "Huh," comments Stevie.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;]
[justify]GENERAL.
Livepaw Radium-Midoriko-Xerxes | goes by Stevie | female | she/her | 10 months | July 4th, 2015 | apprentice of Windclan | biromantic bisexual | single | crushing on nobody | Lunae Radium-Midoriko-Xerxes x Jude | adopted younger sister of Higuchi | loosely based off Sonja Percy from NCIS: New Orleans and Steve Rogers/Captain AmericaPHYSICAL.
appearance.[li]domestic feline | short, thundercloud-black fur | sturdy, slightly overweight, slightly smaller than the average | amber eyes | easy[/li]
accessories.[li]a blue-black cap with the words "NCIS" in faded white capital letters on the front[/li]
health.[li]constantly covered in scratches and bruises from various fights[/li]
POWERS.
conjuration | invisibility | scent manipulationINTERACTION.
attack in bold #000000 or bold #ffe866 | mentally easy | no kill | no maim | ask for capture | can powerplay nonviolent/friendly actions | all opinions IC onlyLINKS.
biography | plot thread | heart-chart[/justify][/fancypost]
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[align=left][size=10][font=timesnewroman]general tags --
○ six months old
○ adoptive son of eskimokisses
○ biological son of archangel & desirare
○ mentored by samantha
○ speaks with a stutterpowers tags --
○ no powersbattle tags --
○ physically easy
○ mentally medium
○ no kill/capture/severe injuries -
"I play some, but not all of them. My main expertise lays with my trusty guitar." Noodle answered, pulling the stringed instrument off of her back and placing her claws on the tough string. She swipped her paw across it, letting the vibrations touch the air.
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[justify]& BASICS:
♥ Noodle
♥ 14 Moons
♥ Scarred chocolate point cat with a red scarf around her neck.
♥ WindClan Warrior
♥ Guitarist of Gorillaz
♥ Heterosexual - Heteroromantic& FIGHTING / BATTLE:
♥ Medium
♥ No Kill, Ask for Capture/Huge Injury (Broken Bone, ect)
♥ Attack in Bold #c0edff& POWERS:
♥ None& PERSONA:
♥ Reasonable and rational
♥ Playful and teasing
♥ Suffers from PTSD from the events of Plastic Beach.
♥ Can't stand others invading her personal space unless invited.
♥ Inventive and Resourceful& OTHER:
♥ Carries a makeshift guitar with her on her back.
♥ Has a lot of scars from her travels.
♥ Can speak any foreign language, but hides this fact from others.[/justify]
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[align=left][size=10][font=timesnewroman]general tags --
○ six months old
○ adoptive son of eskimokisses
○ biological son of archangel & desirare
○ mentored by samantha
○ speaks with a stutterpowers tags --
○ no powersbattle tags --
○ physically easy
○ mentally medium
○ no kill/capture/severe injuries -
HANNAH WASHINGTON
"One track mind, one track heart. If I fail, I'll fall apart."
[sub][b]Hannah's bio | Plot with Hannah | Hannah's heart chart[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Music was cool, so the mountain lion found herself making her way over. Okay, so maybe Hannah knew like absolutely nothing about music but... this was a class right? She'd learn how to create music, even despite her large clumsy paws. [b]"I know nothing about playing music, can I still join?" The large feline asked with a tilt of her head as she made her way over to look at these strange looking instruments. How was she supposed to make a decision on what to play? "Is there something I can bang my paws on? I think trying to touch the smaller ones will be a... struggle for me." Hannah confessed sheepishly.
[spoiler=Info on Hannah][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]basic info: - Hannah Washington
- Female
- Large mountain lion with blue butterfly necklace
- Bisexual
- Very afraid of heights and the dark
- Best friends with Windclan leader Sam
[sub]- heavily based on Hannah from Until Dawnpersonality: - Emotional
- Friendly
- Speaks her mind
- Goof-ball
- Hopeless romantic
- Tends to be a poor decision maker
- Hasty
- Drama-Queen[b]In Battle: - no powers yet
- Moderate strength in battle
- Clumsy on her feet
- injury allowed
- no killing -
"I..never really was taught with the guitar. I guess you can say that I have a natural talent with it." She flattened her ears and looked away, embarrassed by her self-praise. "The others I have had either my band mates teach me, or I taught myself after watching others or studying." It had taken her forever for someone to teach her how to play the keyboard, but she thought that besides the guitar, it was one of her favorites. Her blue eyes lit up when Praguepaw decided to give it a shot. "That's a keyboard, or a piano. It's one of the easier, and dare I suggest it, one of the more beautiful instruments I gathered here." As she spoke, she placed her paws on the keys, and slowly began to weave a melody from the instrument.
As she softly played, she glanced up at Hannah and nodded. "That is what a class is for, is it not?" She said, a small smirk on her maw. t the question, she flicked her tail towards the drums. "I made drums of all sizes over there. Play to your hearts content."
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[justify]& BASICS:
♥ Noodle
♥ 14 Moons
♥ Scarred chocolate point cat with a red scarf around her neck.
♥ WindClan Warrior
♥ Guitarist of Gorillaz
♥ Heterosexual - Heteroromantic& FIGHTING / BATTLE:
♥ Medium
♥ No Kill, Ask for Capture/Huge Injury (Broken Bone, ect)
♥ Attack in Bold #c0edff& POWERS:
♥ None& PERSONA:
♥ Reasonable and rational
♥ Playful and teasing
♥ Suffers from PTSD from the events of Plastic Beach.
♥ Can't stand others invading her personal space unless invited.
♥ Inventive and Resourceful& OTHER:
♥ Carries a makeshift guitar with her on her back.
♥ Has a lot of scars from her travels.
♥ Can speak any foreign language, but hides this fact from others.[/justify]
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○ seven months old
○ adoptive son of eskimokisses
○ biological son of archangel & desirare
○ mentored by samantha
○ speaks with a stutterpowers tags --
○ no powersbattle tags --
○ physically easy
○ mentally medium
○ no kill/capture/severe injuries