WILD, WILD HORSES // private, Rory

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 100px; border: 0px transparent; color: white;]Aster was sitting by the railing of the steamboat, orange-and-silver eyes trained on the dark water below. He hadn't had much to do, though he was in a better mood than usual after being asked out by Razzi. The ThunderClanner never failed to put Ast in a good mood. He wondered if anyone else was on the steamboat, or if they were all out hunting or patrolling or sleeping. Sighing, he settled onto his haunches, tail sweeping languidlyfrom side to side.
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    [justify]Unlike most out on daily tasks, the small feline was on the ship as well, mainly because he liked the gentle shake it gave, as well as the sight he could get of the water looking overboard. And therefore, he normally hung around there when it was hot, as there was also shade to be found, plus he loved the smell that came off the wood, as well as how the texture was smooth from countless steps upon the old flooring.


    Noticing Asterpaw, the feline would look up, his golden gaze landing on the canine. He had thought he was the only one who stayed here all day when he had nothing better to do, but he appeared to be wrong, for someone else was here as well. Letting out a small huff, due to the heat mainly rather than the fact he could be annoyed, the small male who went by the name of Rory would make his way over towards the other, his ears perked to catch any noise. What're you doing up here? the young male would ask curiously, rolling his shoulders as he did so because the muscles in his back had begun to feel tight.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 100px; border: 0px transparent; color: white;]Biting back a rhetorical 'What's it matter to you?', the Belgian Shepherd responded quite politely--at least, polite for him--to Rory's question, "What am I doing? I'm breathing. I'm living. I'm seeing. I'm hearing. I'm doing all those things. But other than that, I'm just...sitting here. I didn't think anyone was still here."




    He honestly hadn't expected the feline to approach him. Aster wasn't the most friendly guy in RiverClan. So, in an attempt to appear somewhat friendly, he smiled a small, crooked smile directed towards Rory. He might as well make some useful allies friends while he was back. He didn't plan on leaving his birth clan again anytime soon, but just in case he did, he'd still want connections people who cared about him throughout his home clan. It would make everything much easier for the Belgian Shepherd, and although he normally didn't feel any actual sense of friendship with anyone, trying to become friends with some others around his age couldn't possibly hurt.




    ((I forgot about this thread sorry))
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    BASIC
    --Asterpaw Iwakuma
    --Nicknames: Ast, Aster, Asspaw
    --Belgian Shepherd
    --Male
    --8 months
    --Ages 1 month every 100 posts (born December 11th)
    --RiverClan apprentice
    --Wears a red bandana tied around his head and left front ankle
    --Has vertical heterochromia iridium (orange eyes, with the left eye being half silver)
    --Has diamond-shaped scar over heart and x-shaped scar on right flank
    --Has six toes on right front paw


    POWERS
    --All are inactive unless they have something in parentheses
    --Shapeshifting (all free animals; all bodies have the same eyes and scars)
    --Absorbing spirits to gain lives
    --Eye/pelt color manip.
    --Glowing (tears glow)
    --Flavor manip.
    --Colored blood/spit/tears (all silver, tears have orange tints)
    --Scent manip.
    --Flower prints
    --Conjuration
    --Invisibility
    --Soundwave manip.


    OTHER
    --Difficulty: medium physically, medium mentally
    --Attack in deepskyblue / #00bfff or risk being ignored
    --NPC x NPC
    --1st gen
    --Homosexual
    --Ask for capture
    --Dating Paparazzimask of ThunderClan
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