101 [★] O, JOINING

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]a pale, brown nose presses against the ground and snuffles up beads of dirt, the owner of the snout glancing about with large eyes. the puppy absently chews on one of its paws, the fur that grows there beginning to soil and darken due to its inconsistent drooling. don't wonder or ask it how it found its way here, escaping the assumedly watchful eyes of its parents, as questions like those would only be answered with silence. the child is an amnesiac. an amnesiac who believes that it has spent its whole life on this very border, settled on the snowy ground, staring ahead with eyes glazing over. in its very simple, very undeveloped state of mind, it has existed for only a measly hour or two, apparently materializing out of thin air and appearing before the moor up ahead. it doesnt know anything about anything. doesnt know how to talk, how to behave, what to do other than well.. sit there, chowing down on its foot and feel the leather material of its collar rub against its skin.
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    ★ technopup | "tech" | unconfirmed gender [they/them]
    ★ npc x npc(?) | open to adoption
    ★ unconfirmed sexuality
    ★ four weeks | aged real-time
    ★ windclan


    PHYSICAL CAUSE NO ONE EVER SEEMS TO STAY
    ★ GOLDEN RETRIEVER [main/birth] | HEALTH: 34%
    — short and scrawny blond puppy with pale, baby blue eyes [will change to a deep brown when grown]. a tight, rugged dull green collar wrapped around neck, copper dog tag with the word "tech" emblazened in its scripture.
    — injuries: severely malnourished from lack of nutrition, starved and sickly.


    PERSONALITY I STARTED OUT WITH A CROWD
    MBTI TYPE | TROPE HERE
    — impressionable; note that personality is going to be started from scratch, and will be based upon interactions/how they are raised.


    CONFRONTATION SHOULDER TO SHOULDER WE STOOD SO PROUD
    ★ attack in #8FBC8F | physically super easy | mentally super easy
    ★ no mentor, open
    ★ no combat experience | has no idea what they're doing
    ★ no maim/kill | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    ★ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    [i] — powers     flowerprints, earth manipulation

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; height:auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.9pt; color: #262626; font-family: arial; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:10px; padding-bottom:5px;]Most unlike their canine counterpart, Silverpaw had a pink nose, a little pink nose that was currently frozen from snuffling around the lavender fronds. The tidbit tabby had been looking for mice in the white-clad ground; it wasn't going very well. However, the little feline wasn't feeling too discouraged. He should probably look for a different type of prey in this weather.


    He was just about to turn around when he paw the puppy - drool and all. Silverpaw's face shifted into a welcoming smile, and the apprentice hopped forwards.


    [b]"Hi, joiner! I think you're a joiner, because-a, look at'cha self. You're standing right'n the border, most joiners-a do that."[/fancypost][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 1px solid gray; width: 350px; font-size: 8pt][size=20pt]Littlespirit![/size]
    THE WORST IS YET TO COME[/fancypost]
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    Seeing someone else at the border, she came closer until she spotted Silverpaw, someone who she didn't recognize. But what caught her attention now was the young animal laying on the border, coming close shed crouch before them. The small dog sized leopard would frown as she had taken notice of how young they seemed, she wasn't even sure if it could speak. "I don't think this kid can speak..." she commented as she looked back at Silverpaw. "Maybe we should take them back to camp so they can warm up and maybe eat or drink something..if they can" she suggested.


    'telepathy' ' thinking'

    info — updated 1/2


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    [b]"Well, we won't be able to carry 'em. How you think we should give 'em to follow us-a?"[/fancypost][/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"I should be able to carry them back." Cherviltea would add, drawing to a halt beside Silverpaw, whilst his aureate-hues would gradually shift and settle upon the puppy, before them. They seemed.. substantially young, after all, and they were certainly small enough for him to take home, that was for certain. However, he found his fictional brows furrowing, as concern managed to tug at his countenance. Considering that a child had been left by the border at such a young age.. He was naturally worried. Even if it might've been somewhat common.. It still drew his throat to tighten.


    TAGS 07/12/2016

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-family: arial; font-size: 15px; text-transform: lowercase][justify]"Oh! Oh, hello little pup." The delighted voice of Moritz would come chirping through the wind as the lion crawled forward. The apprentice always held a fascination for little things, little ones. He had no clue- not a clue at all where puppies or kittens came from! Some of those he knew hatched from eggs and all that, but him? Moritz could never think up where he came from, and he couldn't imagine ever asking his parents. He couldn't imagine ever asking his parents anything like that.


    His tail flicked excitedly as he, crouching, peered at Technopup. They must have parents, right? Even through everything he'd struggled through with family, he still kept up a normal view of family stereotypes. Every child had one parent at least, anything else was absurd. Even his father, who Moritz still felt hurt by, he still called his father- not that he would see him anymore. The wild-maned boy glanced up at Cherviltea. "Maybe I could ... I could wait around, 'cause maybe their family is nearby. Just in case."

    info | updated 01/01/2017
    info | updated 01/01/2017

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]noise cozies up to its ears, hyper and friendly. its only natural for the pup to cock its head at the sound, hazy gaze fixating on the silver coated molly that emits it. as expected of any child in this age category, the sight of another person pleases it, tail a slow wag, and its ears flick up. most, if not all, of what is said falls on deaf ears, and as the other, larger felidae laments, it can't reply. it doesn't know that its expected to say anything, and it continues to gnaw on its paw, oblivious. of course, when the leopard crouches down before it, it pauses from its teething long enough to gawk at her, startled. the stare isnt long lasting, though, what with its short attention span and all the activity that has slowly begun to buzz over its appearance. pale eyes shift from the cat and the leapord to the dog and the lion. once more, the discussion flies over its head, but it likes the attention, and its tail mindlessly thumps against the ground.
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    ★ technopup | "tech" | unconfirmed gender [they/them]
    ★ npc x npc(?) | open to adoption
    ★ unconfirmed sexuality
    ★ four weeks | aged real-time
    ★ windclan


    PHYSICAL CAUSE NO ONE EVER SEEMS TO STAY
    ★ GOLDEN RETRIEVER [main/birth] | HEALTH: 34%
    — short and scrawny blond puppy with pale, baby blue eyes [will change to a deep brown when grown]. a tight, rugged dull green collar wrapped around neck, copper dog tag with the word "tech" emblazened in its scripture.
    — injuries: severely malnourished from lack of nutrition, starved and sickly.


    PERSONALITY I STARTED OUT WITH A CROWD
    MBTI TYPE | TROPE HERE
    — impressionable; note that personality is going to be started from scratch, and will be based upon interactions/how they are raised.


    CONFRONTATION SHOULDER TO SHOULDER WE STOOD SO PROUD
    ★ attack in #8FBC8F | physically super easy | mentally super easy
    ★ no mentor, open
    ★ no combat experience | has no idea what they're doing
    ★ no maim/kill | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    ★ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    [i] — powers     flowerprints, earth manipulation

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    Another child at the border? Redpaw would trot over with a slight frown of concern. [color=#E7b4b6]"Do you need me to do anything?" the fem would question, glancing towards Cherviltea.
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    tags — updated 11/30

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    "Ok!" she said in response to Chervil's offer. She had just been about to suggest giving the puppy a piggy back ride, but it looked like she was beat to it. Litttlespirit couldn't understand why parents would just leave behind their kids like this, especially with how young they were. Her attention was turned from the puppy and Chervil towards Mortiz, "Uhm, if their parents are nearby, I'm sure they will show up at the border" she said, she wasn't sure what to really say. With how cold it has been lately, Lit really wouldn't recommend staying out waiting for those that might not show. "Ah, how about you come with and keep the puppy company?" she suggested, the puppy did seem to enjoy the attention they are getting.


    'telepathy' ' thinking'

    info — updated 1/2


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]As Mortiz offered to keep a look out for the parents, Chervil's aureate orbs would shift towards the other, rather surprised by the gesture - though, such kindness was something that he appreciated; even if it weren't for himself. It was just.. a nice thing to do, he supposed - though, Mortiz seemed like a genuinely kind individual, anyhow. "I think that'd be a good idea. Thanks, Mortiz." The canine would resound in response, offering them a firm nod.


    It was then that Redpaw spoke, asking as to whether there was anything she could do, too. "Littlespirit's right! I'm sure that they'll appreciate your company, Redpaw." Cherviltea would add, offering the apprentice a light smile. He actually wasn't sure, but Redpaw made for good company, and well, he wasn't sure as to whether he was particularly good with kids. Redpaw and Littlespirit certainly were, however.


    His canary-hued oculars eventually returned to the child, as they shifted briefly towards the child, whom had seemingly been illuminated with life, abruptly. Perhaps, it would prefer to walk on its own accord, instead of being carried? Cherviltea really didn't want them wandering off before reaching camp, though.. Kids were like that, after all - one minute, you glanced in front of you, to make sure you didn't walk into a tree or something, the next you return your gaze to the child.. except they have seemingly evaporated into the damn cosmos.


    He paused for a moment, and figured that before taking them home, it would probably be better to.. call them something..? Cherviltea lingered in silence for a few moments more, rifling his mind for an alias that might have suited the child. He wasn't sure as to why this name popped into his head, in particular. Perhaps, it was because he had lived by the city, for a while. It had never been something that he had liked, seeing as it had slowly whittled away at his childhood home: the bordering forest. However.. He could recall his comrade's excitement, whenever she'd stumble across the odd, beaten and semi-operative mp3 player. She, one's classic bookworm, had been rather curious about the devices.. He could still recall the music which had been weaved from its speakers. Some sort of.. 80s techno.


    Memories were returned to him at the strangest of times, but he supposed that such gave reason to the name which breezed by his jaws, shortly afterwards. "Does Technopup sound like a good name?" The collie would inquire - also forgetting that he hadn't so much as mentioned the idea of naming the child, prior: his thoughts had simply managed to drift. "I mean, we'll have to name them something, for now, right? If they don't like it, they can change it later." He'd suggest, additionally.


    TAGS 07/12/2016

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    Was Redpaw the best with kids? No, she really wasn't, though she supposed she was getting a lot of experience in that field lately. She actually rather despised kids, particularly the immature, clingy ones, or the spoiled brats, but...she could deal with keeping one company. The newly named Technopup didn't seem too bad, at any rate. The feline would smile towards the child. [color=white]"Hi there, my name's Redpaw," she would greet.
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    tags — updated 11/30

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]the child is still 'listening' in, if one can call it that. really, everything buzzes in their ears, the words being exchanged a hive of angry bees swarming in their head. bzz, bzz, little bees. they are staring, and the speakers are staring back.


    they dont mind though, unexplainably happy that these people have taken notice of them. their pale hues trail to each individual whenever they speak, and when these individuals look back, it sparks a dopey smile on their face. the child rests their head on their paws, shying away from their teething for the moment as they watch.


    their eyes catch a tabby with dark brown fur that glosses over her body, and then go after the leapord again when she speaks up once more, making suggestions (not that they know, of course) and then resting on the other canid once more, the one who pulls his brows together and rambles, briefly. his gaze flickers to them, and that loopy smile shows, and they thump their tail against the ground again. and then he says it. technopup.


    it flies over their head like everyone else's worde had, but now there is a name to go with their face, and that will surely please others. as they subconsciously suspected, everyone present is satisfied to call them something other than 'child' or 'pup', and when that tabby buzzes at them like bees do, they huff and turn their head, abruptly losing interest like infants do.
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    ★ technopup | "tech" | nonbinary [they/him]
    ★ npc x npc(?) | pm to adopt
    ★ cant speak, learning from interaction
    ★ unconfirmed sexuality
    ★ one month | aged real-time
    ★ windclan


    PHYSICAL CAUSE NO ONE EVER SEEMS TO STAY
    ★ GOLDEN RETRIEVER [main/birth] | HEALTH: 87%
    — short and scrawny blond puppy with pale, baby blue eyes [will change to a deep brown when grown]. a tight, rugged dull green collar wrapped around neck.
    — injuries: bruises here and there.


    PERSONALITY I STARTED OUT WITH A CROWD
    MBTI TYPE | TROPE HERE
    — impressionable; note that personality is going to be started from scratch, and will be based upon interactions/how they are raised.


    CONFRONTATION SHOULDER TO SHOULDER WE STOOD SO PROUD
    ★ attack in #8FBC8F | physically super easy | mentally super easy
    ★ no mentor, open
    ★ no combat experience | has no idea what to do
    ★ no maim/kill | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    ★ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    [i] — powers     flowerprints, earth manipulation

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    Vader had slaughtered children. But also Vader got attached to things, to children. So he watched the pup like prey, sneaking past the others and slowly closing in on the pup, low to the ground. It was for all to see, yes, Vader was either investigating or claiming territory. Vader had a habit of claiming kids- so we could watch how this went.




    Vader's loud, breathing face and reflective lenses were a foot away from the pup, now. He continued to inch to closer, until he was an inch away- and tapped his nose to the little pup's snout.
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