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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 465px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8.4pt; line-height: 1.4;]lean muscle coiling like snakes beneath a wind licked pelt as the silent shape slipped past. colour dulled by the gloom of grey clouds, the ragged wings of a sootied black stretched brokenly from their shared silhouette. the wind caressed the bird with no regard for the solemn aura between the pair; one living, the other dead. from the living one's jaws hung the body of the raven, beak parted in a silenced cry and body stiff with haughty indignation. eyes like molten gold, still bubbling with heat and vitality, a gleam to them that shuddered with the breath of life, remained trained on some unknown sight as they walked along. with the taste of stale blood upon the decidedly feline creature's teeth, they paused to inhale deeply, eyes narrowing as dry earth and cats bathed their senses. bearing nothing more than a blank expression and a dead bird, the slight female took note of the heavy scent of this clan's borders and hung back a few feet, waiting. she placed the prey by her paws, though did not seem interested in it at all, pale whiskers pushed backwards.
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danny peered closely at the she-cat as she approached, disguising the curiosity he felt. vaguely, he wondered in the back of his mind if the loner world had changed without his presence in it. no, probably not. he bet it was doing just fine. "what is your name, and why are you so close to windclan's border?" typically, his tone might have been blank as per usual. now it was laced with a territorial edge.
waiting, pale blue eyes trailed over her form carefully. she didn't appear weak or fragile, in fact, the rogue's body was quite honed. he remembered what it was for him to look and feel like that; roguishly robust and sturdy, as unyielding as a tree even without the right amount of nourishment he should be getting. now, his body was soft, rounded at the edges, stuffed with the fat of rabbits.
GENERAL &&
danny | past names: danny sanctus
male | masculine pronouns [ he, him, his ]
20 moons | homosexual gray-romantic
windclan | senior warrior | no apprentice
FACTS &&
denies any and all romantic feelings as well as his attraction to males
his tail will unwillingly reveal what he's feeling whether it's a thoughtful flick or an angry lash
really really doesn't like small talk so he'll reply in short sentences
plagued by nightmares
APPEARANCE &&
feline [ lilac point siamese ] ref.
a tall, slender tom with long legs and a creamy main color with lilac dusting his paws, legs, tail, and his wide-set, big ears. his fur is short and fine. a lilac mask covers his eyes and muzzle on his triangle-shaped and narrow head; besides this, his almond-shaped eyes are a dull, pale light blue. danny also has a very long, very thin tail that gradually tapers into a point; it is also ticked. a long scar scretches over his back and he does not like to speak of how he got it. danny's gait is almost always deliberate and measured, almost never is he bouncing or energetic. the tom's posture is very upright - he is almost always sitting up straight and will rarely slouch unless extremely exhausted. however, if in a bad mood, he may stoop his shoulders.
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medium physically | hard mentally
attack is underlined.
will initiate fights | will show mercy | ask to capture
— will defend himself | won't kill; will maim
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Silent and still as stone the leader observed Danny as he interacted with the stranger, keeping herself pressed low to the ground hidden inside a gorse bush. She wanted to see how the warrior would handle the interaction before she decided to step in herself.
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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 465px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8.4pt; line-height: 1.4;]short tail sweeping from her flank, haunches tensing as she made to stand, something was changing in her demeanor. her demeanor, her body language, spoke more about her than the few words that spilled from her maw. they were almost like a frozen waterfall, the occasional icicle falling and shattering just like the blunt way she spoke, no care for the feelings of others. a cold air wreathed around her, clinging like a heavy fog to dew shadowed earth, as she took note of the male's presence, his heavy musk upon her tongue. instead, she hesitated partway and sat back, remaining seated to hear the pale furred point out. gaze narrowing slightly but voice remaining even, she spoke simply, no pleasantries to pretty up her words or speak flowery language to poison and kill. that's what she had claws and teeth for; to inflict pain upon those who wronged her. "ryker," her voice was muted, gruff but not meant to intimidate, nor to inspire warmth in the hearts of those who heard. yet, she didn't seem to associate with the name, clearly unhappy with its origin, but not bothering to throw it away. it was a useless title, the place of her birth, but nothing more. it was not the key to her heart and soul, just a label—a dusty, bloody label. she paused for a moment, thinking, but not shifting the intensity of her eyes as they tore at him, ripping at frayed edges and loose threads, "'m joining." just as clipped as before, she possessed of no hesitation, yet no notable arrogance either. instead, her words were more like small slivers of ice, pricking sharply and burning, if only for a moment. some chose to ignore it, unfeeling, and within others they burrowed deep and grasped at insecurities. more sudden and less thought out, or just more planned, perhaps, she spoke one last time, final, placing a dull hued forepaw upon the bird's fragile ribcage and pushing it forward, "here." from her experience, no group, no matter what name you gave it—a clan, a gang, a cliche—wanted you if you were weak, or had nothing to offer. she could hunt well, and fight even better, judging by the peak of her physical condition. and if they were intelligent, they would know this. perhaps in more words than she would say, but they would know. should know. a flicker in her cold eyes, a chance vulnerability that cracked her not-quite-mask, and quickly fled, but it had been there. she had a reason for doing this. whether they inevitably realized it or not, flaws, fears, regrets, and all.
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bumping, she's auto-accepted but i'd still like to continue with this thread if anyone else wants to keep going uvu
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the tom blinked at ryker, not surprised by her lack of words. "hm." a noncommittal noise, said mostly to himself and totally unrevealing of what he was thinking. she was strong, obviously. he would have to be blind not to notice her physique. and there was no way she was unintelligent, as he could see it in the way she looked at him, the way her words had an underlying intensity to them. his eyes flicked down to the crow, freshly killed - an offering. he looked back up at her and studied her face. something was in her eyes but it was gone to fast for him to read.
he probably didn't have the power to do this but when did he care about that? "welcome to windclan, ryker." a simple pleasantry, the words were barely laced with any realness to them though the ends of his mouth made the tiniest quirk upwards. "follow me. we will be going to the windclan camp, now." flicking his tail, he turned and stalked a few rabbit-lengths with the obvious assumption that the she-cat would follow. "call me danny." he added over his shoulder as an afterthought.GENERAL && danny | past names: danny sanctus male | masculine pronouns [ he, him, his ] 20 moons | homosexual gray-romantic windclan | senior warrior | no apprentice FACTS && denies any and all romantic feelings as well as his attraction to males his tail will unwillingly reveal what he's feeling whether it's a thoughtful flick or an angry lash really really doesn't like small talk so he'll reply in short sentences plagued by nightmares APPEARANCE && feline [ lilac point siamese ] ref. a tall, slender tom with long legs and a creamy main color with lilac dusting his paws, legs, tail, and his wide-set, big ears. his fur is short and fine. a lilac mask covers his eyes and muzzle on his triangle-shaped and narrow head; besides this, his almond-shaped eyes are a dull, pale light blue. danny also has a very long, very thin tail that gradually tapers into a point; it is also ticked. a long scar scretches over his back and he does not like to speak of how he got it. danny's gait is almost always deliberate and measured, almost never is he bouncing or energetic. the tom's posture is very upright - he is almost always sitting up straight and will rarely slouch unless extremely exhausted. however, if in a bad mood, he may stoop his shoulders. INTERACTION && medium physically | hard mentally attack is underlined. will initiate fights | will show mercy | ask to capture — will defend himself | won't kill; will maim peaceful actions can be power played