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    Andy was totally emo-fied. He usually wore a lot of make-up and a black bandana, but now he'd gotten a couple other things. In each ear, there were two black studs. They were on the left side of his left ear and the right side of his right ear. There was also now a black lip ring on the left side of his bottom lip. He was super proud of these. He'd gotten an NPC skilled in tattoos and piercings to do them. They were sore but they looked cool.


    Was this enough for him? Not yet. He'd traded a couple tins of war-paint from his massive stock for a pair of fingerless leather gloves, studded with short silver spikes. His forepaw toes stuck out from the end, the tight leather softly hugging his front feet. He'd also donned a silver cross necklace, a silver chain with a crucifix pendant. It was nice, and he wore it proudly over his black bandana. The combatant now stalked through camp, subtly showing off his new stuff.


    //sucky + rushed writing im so sorry



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:160%; text-align: justify;]Sometimes, Whitepaw honestly wondered why he and Andy were best friends. They practically had NOTHING in common (except the fact that they were both male). Andy was a make-up wearing, punk-rock emo, while Whitepaw was the normal, law-abiding citizen who just happened to be an exorcist. But, as people always said, opposites attract. But in a totally platonic way.


    He had always disapproved of Andy's emo punk-rocker look. He supposed that if Andy just lived his life like a normal person, he might have even been sexy. But he wasn't, and that was that. Whitepaw approached Andy, an extremely unamused expression on his face. "...Andy," He began to say, frowning. "To put it simply, I am just awestruck by the outrageous amount of devilishly emo apparel you are currently wearing."


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    Whitepaw » NPC x NPC » Male » Normal Male Pronouns » 8 months (ages once every 2 weeks) » Single(?), Low-key crushing on Andypaw » Panromantic Asexual » Paladin [HP] of Blizzardclan » Apprentice of Lithiumclan


    BODIES;;
    >[MAIN] White-furred domestic feline with a green eye and a blue eye. Carries a sword, a white book, and ridiculous amounts of salt.


    POWERS;;
    All free powers » Most powers undiscovered


    INTERACTION;;
    May powerplay non-harmful actions » Easy Physical » Hard mental » Attack in bolded WHITE or CYAN » No kill/maim » PM for capture


    INJURIES;;
    >Broken Ribs
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    Waddle, waddle, waddle, stop. Waddle, waddle, waddle. 'Why doesn't everything have wings? Feet are terrible transports,' the young feline waddled his way through camp in attempts to leave without being noticed. That was until his attention was sidetracked by Andy.
    "You're looking rather monotone," stated Will as he looked over Andy. He seemed to be full of pride at the moment which made Will think of a million reasons of why he could be prideful, his Asperger's syndrome nearly acting like some sort of ADHD. 'May he got a date? No, he wouldn't tote it around like that. A promotion? No. A new friend? Why would you tote that around? A new look?,' the young Sherlock's eyes glazed over the male in front of him. 'Bingo.'
    "-well, that and handsome," finished the youngster. He was only two moons old and he was already thinking things through like this. What would he be like when he was an adult? Either way he wished to get on the good side of his clanmates no matter how much he had to resist the impulse to start insulting others. Will didn't really consider his observations insults but it seemed the rest of the world did so he had to keep them on the down-low when speaking to his clanmates.


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    The first one to approach him was Whitepaw. The rocker hadn't expected him to like what he was wearing, no. However, when he announced his disapproval with such a dead-pan facial expression and serious tone? Andy found it *ing hilarious. He giggled, curling the edges of lips in his soft boy-ish smile. "Admit it, I'm sexy like this," he teased, his black-lined stormy blue eyes sparkling with his totally platonic playful and warm expression, the one he reserved strictly for Whitepaw.


    Next to arrive was William. Instantly Andy nearly melted. "Hello, my basically-little-brother," he greeted in his low and raspy voice.


    //shit, ninja'd



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    [shadow=black,left]JACKKIT MIKAELSON[/shadow]


    ▫ ▫ ▫ If Jacky hadn't just woken up from a nap, he'd be complaining that he was tired. He still was tired, but his mind was too awake for him to lie still. He'd taken to tottering around the camp, looking for something interesting. He'd found quite a bit, too: a rock that had been smoothed out on one side, a small ladybug that had flown away when he'd tried to eat it, and twisted piece of wire that he'd meant to show one of his mothers before he'd gotten sidetracked.


    He'd headed to the group first because he'd seen William, gleefully shouting his brother's name. "Will!" He'd missed Will - he hadn't seen him since before his nap, and in the youth's mind, that was forever ago.


    He'd meant to run over, but he still wasn't steady on his legs, and partway over he tripped, brown body tumbling into the dust. The fact that he picked himself up right away probably revealed something about him, but he didn't care to analyze it.


    Upon catching sight of Andy, the kitten seemed to forget his brother. "Why you talk funny?" he asked. "You sounds like a monster."


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    Andy frowned for just a moment, thinking of a way to answer while chewing on his bottom lip. "Well, my voice is like this because I'm a rockstar and I need this voice to sing that way I want to," he explained, whisking his white tail through the breeze. His voice wasn't that bad was it? It was just a deep baritone with a raspy growling sound added to it, it wasn't too terrifying. Most girls fell over him when he talked, so it couldn't have been that scary. It puzzled him that they hadn't brought up his obsessive amounts of make-up and emo gear. Normal people didn't wear things like that. Well, here they were in all their glory. Suiteheart and Margy's kits. His sorta little siblings. He offered a smile, attempting to appear more welcoming.



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify] [size=9pt]"Hello to you too," spoke Will, raising a single paw of his. He felt so small. He was the tallest of his littermates and yet he was bitesize compared to the fullgrown animals of BlizzardClan.
    Swishing his small tail about the youngster soon found his eyes pinned on his apparently older brother. His siblings, specifically Cyrus, liked to point out that they were older than him. Watching his brother tumble and than just scramble right to his feet Will rolled his green eyes. 'At least he bothers to get back up,' thought the youngster who could imagine himself falling down and then just laying there pretending that he was sunbathing to avoid the humiliation of getting back up to his feet again.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]It was the familiar ring of her sons' voice that brought her forward, an amiable look embracing her chocolate colored features as she assessed the scene. Blue eyes would first land upon William before traveling to Jacky and then finally coming to a rest upon Andypaw, her interest momentarily flared as she noticed his make up. "Hello dears, Whitepaw," Margaery would suddenly say softly, not wanting to exclude the paladin from her greeting, [color=#eecccc]"How long did it take for you to do that?" She could never imagine herself sitting down and putting so much stuff (she didn't actually know what it was called) on her face, but then again, others had to think the same of her and her gardening. Everyone has different hobbies, She supposed with an internal shrug, Who am I to judge?


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:160%; text-align: justify;]"From a different perspective, you would be, hypothetically, 'sexy'," Whitepaw said, his expression not betraying his true thoughts of 'who, me? It's not like I'm totally gay for you or anything'. But then he smiled, and tried to forget that anything happened. The Paladin looked down at his best friend's "basically-little-brothers". "I'm Whitepaw. If I remember correctly, you two are the children of Suiteheart and Margaery," He stated, looking at Margaery from the corner of his eyes. It made sense, actually- it was why Andy referred to them as his little brothers.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL;;
    Whitepaw » NPC x NPC » Male » Normal Male Pronouns » 8 months (ages once every 2 weeks) » Single(?), Low-key crushing on Andypaw » Panromantic Asexual » Paladin [HP] of Blizzardclan » Apprentice of Lithiumclan


    BODIES;;
    >[MAIN] White-furred domestic feline with a green eye and a blue eye. Carries a sword, a white book, and ridiculous amounts of salt.


    POWERS;;
    All free powers » Most powers undiscovered


    INTERACTION;;
    May powerplay non-harmful actions » Easy Physical » Hard mental » Attack in bolded WHITE or CYAN » No kill/maim » PM for capture


    INJURIES;;
    >Broken Ribs
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    [shadow=black,left]JACKKIT MIKAELSON[/shadow]


    ▫ ▫ ▫ Jacky was puzzled. Couldn't Andy sing without that awful, raspy note to his voice? He'd heard lullabies before (did they count as rockstar music?), and the cats who had sung them had nice voices. "But why?" he pressed. "An' why you wearing all that stuffs?"


    He grinned at Margaery, despite being unsure if he liked being called 'dear.' Still, he supposed that it was her right: mothers were naturally sappy. Everyone knew that. Turning his closely set aqua eyes toward Whitepaw, he nodded. "Yeah! That's Mama. 'M Jacky, an' that's Will." Willie, he wanted to say, but he knew his brother disliked that name. "Am me also hyp'theti-colly sexy?"


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