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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 100px; border: 0px transparent; color: white;]Some slow music was playing, and the Belgian Shepherd stood in the center of a clearing, moving slowly to the music. He was practicing his slow dancing so maybe he could surprise his boyfriend the next time they saw each other. The last time they had danced had been at the prom, and it was safe to say Aster wasn't all that great at it. But Razzi was definitely in for a shock the next time they met, because Aster wasn't quitting untul he could slow dance perfectly. Sadly, however, it wasn't going well. The canine repeatedly tripped and stumbled over his large paws, falling face-first in the dirt more than once.




    Okay, he'd never admit it, but he needed help. So, after falling for what seemed like the millionth time that day, he sat down, panting. He would rest for a little while, then he'd get right back to practicing.
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    [spoiler=tags, updated 7-15]
    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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    "Are you having a seizure?" Milkyway asked calmly as he padded over, closing his wings. "Oh, no, wait, you're dancing. Or at least trying." His heart throbbed- remembering Sciencefiction.


    Not today, emotions. Not today.


    [spoiler=tags *:・゚✧]
    GENERAL ✧
    Milkyway Targaryen Resurgam Mikaelson | Katy Foxwell x NPC |
    ?? Months | Adult | Riverclan |
    Single | Crushing on nobody |
    Health: 70% | Injured neck |




    RANK ✧
    Riverclan | Riverguard Trainee | Semi-HP |
    Former Doctor of Riverclan | Former Paladin of Blizzardclan |


    APPEARANCE ✧
    Albino | Domestic Feline |
    White fur | Red eyes |
    Regular, lanky build | Average Height |
    Large, ethereal angel wings |


    POWERS ✧
    None |


    INTERACTION ✧
    Attack in white |
    Medium physically | Hard mentally |
    Ask for capture or maim | No kill |


    LINKS ✧
    Plotting thread here |









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    i remember sciencefiction


    Makepaw trotted over, watching Asterpaw trip clumsily over his own feet. A pitying expression crept onto his face, and he smiled slightly. It was hard to dance a partner dance by yourself, he knew that. So it wasn't as thought Asterpaw was a horrid dancer, just wasn't having the best of circumstances. He probably needed some help. Luckily, the apprentice could offer that help. He knew about slow dancing, knew how to do it at least. He'd done so with his sister at the New Year's Ball that had kicked off the year last year. "Need some help? I find partner dancing to be easier when you actually have a partner."


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 100px; border: 0px transparent; color: white;]Scowling at Milkyway, Aster didn't honor the male's comment with a comment of his own, he just turned to Makepaw. As much as he wanted to rudely turn down the other apprentice's offer, he DID need help. So he huffed and gruffly agreed, "I suppose that would be better than trying it alone..." He felt like he should be blushing at the thought of dancing with Makepaw (even if it was practice), but all he felt was gratefulness to the other male.
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    [spoiler=tags, updated 7-15]
    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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  • [justify]He couldn't dance, so Rory decided to just watch instead. It wasn't like he would do any harm just sitting there anyways, so he saw no reason why anyone would complain about his laziness or the just fact he didn't want to end up humiliated because he didn't know how to dance.


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Dancing... Hazelstep had never tried it, but it seemed hard. She didn't want to trip and faceplant in front of Milkway--who she was beginning to think of as a rival--so the RiverClanner just sat down and watched. She curled her tail over her paws, mildly curious. "I can give some tips from the sidelines? Like, get a different view of things."

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    What was this... peculiar movement this creature was doing? It intrigued her, but she only made her way over when other Clanners had begun flocking over like vultures to a kill. She didn't know the first thing about dancing, and didn't attempt to listen if any instructions were being given.


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    Makepaw smiled and trotted over to where Asterpaw was. He wasn't the most fabulous dancer around. I mean, it wasn't like he'd be auditioning for a million dollar dance show anytime soon. But at least he could help out. That wasn't anything wrong, right? It couldn't be, not when he was doing something kind. "So, what kind of dancing are you trying to do?" There were probably hundreds of different styles, even in the "slow dancing" department. And the tom wasn't sure if his fellow apprentice was going to try dancing on two legs, which would require immense talent, or on four. So he may as well ask.


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  • Wavepool was an absolutely horrid dancer, and she wasn't afraid to admit that little fact either, especially if it kept her from having to dance at any event. The one time she had really tried to dance was at a ball with her ex-husband, which had ended rather poorly, and afterwards she had just decided against dancing again...ever. Still, it didn't mean she couldn't give a bit of advice here, dancing was part memory and part dexterity, a bit like playing an instrument really, which was something she did have experience with. "Ah, m-might i s-suggest sl-slowing down a b-bit? Tr-Try working th-through it slowly, at l-least until you c-can stop tr-tripping over yourself"

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    He was trying to dance? That made her laugh. She had been getting some tangles out of her fur in the corner when he had begun working. He was fun to watch but she wouldn't say anything. She was too busy with her pelt. But once she got the tangle out of her pelt she padded over. [b]"Why are you going so slow? That's not what dancing is supposed to be. It's supposed to be fun!"
    she would yowl. She would then begin bopping her head and shaking her hips to the classical music to show what she meant. Then when the violin went a bit faster she'd start jumping around, not caring if she stepped on any tails. She was having too much of a good time, now!
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