Treading through the pine-covered hills Rob let himself get lost in distant memories, those of the old pine-covered territory of the Exiles and that of his family under constant deprivation in the faces of such evil. His mother, driven to such grief, his father led to madness, his sisters ignorant to it all, and Rob lost in the middle. His mane tangled and filled with grime and blood the male figured he must have looked kind of scary out here, alone and covered in weapons and gunk. Following the familiar paths of the wilderness, letting it's scents encase him, the ex-Boneclanner found his way to StormClan's border. He'd had enough of being alone, accompanied only by his own thoughts, it was time to join society once more.
"Hello?"
The tiger's bellow making it's way through the forest, causing birds to scatter and strangers to become aware of his presence.
hello [JOINING] my name is rob
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✎----~ Pipitpaw was often one who enjoyed a nice, peaceful walk through the wonderland of firs and pine that made up her home. Looking up to the sky, she was glad for the dreary grey that blanketed the too-bright blue atmosphere. She hated the sun, seeing as she was quite sensitive to it. She took a mental note to visit the abandoned train later to see if there was any treasure there to keep her comfortable, possibly shield her from the sun -
She paused, her thoughts inturrupted as she pushed through some fern fronds to find herself slamming into a wall of striped fur. Wrinkling her nose, she stumbled back - and promptly dropped her jaw in shock. A- a tiger! He didn't look like an NPC - christ but he smelled like boneclan! What was a boneclan doing here!
Jumping back a safe distance in case he was hostile, the apprentice began to scribble madly at her notepad, looking up and down - worried he might pounce if she didn't keep an eye on him. It was times like this she really wished she could just talk. But who knew what kind of garbled crap would escape her mouth! She ahd learned since she was a child she always got odd expressions whenever she tried to mime the words she saw on other's lips. Thus, the note pad it had to be.
"Who R U? Wat U need?" as you could see, she didn't have much room for grammar when she was rushing. Her cheeks burned at that, hating the idea that this tiger's - enemy or not - first impression of her was that akin to a bimbo blonde.(apologies to all blondes)GENERAL:
✎ PIPITPAW | PIP | FEMALE
✎ Panromantic demisexual | monogamous
✎ 8 moons old
✎ Ext. Stormclan
✎ Domestic feline
✎ Powers are n/a
✎ Ages 1 moon every 7th of every month—
PHYSICAL:
✎ Pure white base coat
✎ Average height
✎ pale blue eyes with red pupils (albino)
✎ Deaf in both ears
✎ health: 100
✎ major injuries: none
✎ minor injuries: none
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PERSONALITY:✎ Quiet | Shy
✎ Stubborn | first impressions very important
✎ polite| likes to help out
✎ very insecure | patient
✎ kind | very friendly
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RELATIONSHIPS:✎ single | ½ ________
✎ crushing on _______
✎ Blazestar X Skuli
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INTERACTION:
✎ message this account to plot
✎ Speech = words written in notepad
✎ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
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don't worry, this blonde isn't offended xDFeeling the sudden pressure on his chest the male seized up, heart beat racing through his head. Zoning out for a moment the stripeless tiger took a deep breath and let loose -- knowing that he wasn't in danger. He was simply here to join, not to kill. Looking down the male's eyes widened a bit when he saw the note being held up to him. Oh, well, that was quick. It was a Stormclanner after all. Sensing the young one's embarrassment the tiger gave a gentle grin to ease her panic, showing that he wasn't a threat. She somehwat reminded him of himself when he was younger, a bit shy, as it seemed.
Taking note that she probably couldn't hear him the ex-bandit was careful to keep his face out in the open and in her direction so that she could perhaps read his lips. "Robespierre Silvan Grimes," the male spoke, writing his name out in the dirt beneath his paws, "I'm here to join StormClan."
general:robespierre silvan grimes | rob | male | 68 moons
bisexual homoromantic | single
warrior | stormclan | ex-bandit (hp) of boneclan | tauriel silvan x rick grimes
physical:
• maned bengal tiger | no ref atm
• grey eyes | completely white | medium-length mane
• wears utility belt | 2 knives | 1 evil elven sword
• wears hagstone necklace w/eye carved on right front paw
• average build
• long scars down right shoulder, inside of front legs, and underbelly
confrontation:
• hard physically | medium mentally
• attack in white
• father figure to most
• chronic PTSD
PLOTTING THREAD -
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Neither is this one. cxA joiner who spelled of Boneclan. This would be interesting. Kaleidoscope approached the two silently, sitting down next to Pipitpaw and scowling at the tiger. Hopefully he didn't take it personally, as the demon reaction this way to basically everyone, though it wouldn't matter to him if he did. Probably.
GENERAL▬
- kaleidoscope | "kal"
- npc x npc | first gen.
- unknown age | immortal
- created 9/28/16
- has only 7/8 of a soulPHYSICAL▬ REFERENCE
- demon
- white | muscular built | gold eyes
- light pink mane | dark grey markings
- no minor or major injuriesPERSONALITY▬
- bold | expressive | strong-willed | tired | careless
- snarky | rude | lacks a filter | sarcastic | grimRELATIONS▬
- pansexual | panromantic
- no good or best friends
- no crushes | no "maybe" crushes
- not in a relationship
- no family currently -
A sigh was heard as Feather moved himself over to the group and beside Pipit protectively gazing up at the Tiger. The small fluffy domestic feline couldn't pose much of a threat but still, he'd protect his friend. ``And your reason is for joining?`` He flicked an ear softly. He didn't trust the tom's scent nor his apparent calmness. Flicking his tail softly he kept his narrow gaze upon the newcomer. He was ready for them to try something.F e a t h e r p a w
(ic opinions / "Speech" / bump private threads after # days)
✦ Feather Paw | Male [he/him]
✦ 6 months | 11/17/2016
✦ Vampirism.
✦ Stormclan
— AmbassdorDomestic feline [MAIN] | HEALTH: 100>#/em###
— A small fluffy ginger tom. He's about the size of 3 moon old kit. He's weakly thin under within the soft fluffy fur that coats the cats body, hiding the skinny body that's just under it. His long fluffy tail is easy to spot within the clan's territory. The large tail is able to be used as a pillow for the small kit letting him nap easier. The small tom's eyes shimmer a bright shade of pale sea blue eyes.
— INJURIES n/a
— Intelligent | loyal | diligent | Creative
— sarcastic | rude | Untrusting | hot headed.
— Feather is a slightly sarcastic loner who enjoys hiding away from the people around him. The small tom is known to be largely intelligent and extremely untrusting. The small tom enjoys just quiet and relaxation. As well as can be hot headed and easily annoyed about almost anything. Being extremely by the book he hates knowing clan mates have broke the laws.
✦ Maplemeadows X Lakeeyes
— Moondance~
— misc relations
✦ best friend(s): Spellkit, Blazestar. Pipit
✦ single | Demisexual, Biromantic | [ 1 ] "maybe" crushes
— ½ of PipitFeather.
✦ Fite me Benny
— trusts Blaze, Spell
Weak/Strong | @{Sassy}
mentored by Blazestar
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Spellpaw arrived behind Feather, giving the tiger a wary glance. "Don't antagonize him, Feather." he said, "We don't want a reputation of being rude to joiners." Even if they're from Boneclan he added to himself with a bit of uncertainty. "Er, sorry, it's just that you smell like an anti-clanner. May I ask where you're from?" said Spell, looking up at the massive stranger.
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As more cats joined the male huffed a small laugh at the apprentice before him.
'Why am I here?'
Rob couldn't blame the small feline, he was rather an odd choice to welcome into this relatively peaceful clan. Equiped with cursed swords and trecherous daggers the scarred tiger was quite the sight to behold and despite his calm demeanor it was able to bring fear to some. This thought was quickly soothed by the appearance of yet another apprentice. This one wasn't nearly as up-front to him as the last.
'I thought that smell had long faded, but I suppose blood never does.'
"BoneClan," spoke the male with a sad grin. His home no longer existed, it seemed. Though he had lived in the Exiles for a small time the tiger had left as soon as he had seen his father descend into madness, the sins which surrounded the group driving him away from the last of his family.
//sorry for the late reply, have had a busy week :)
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Flicking his ears he narrowed his eyes at the clan name. 'Boneclan' ...He was one of them? Looking to Spell quickly he tried to keep himself calm. Really though? How does this guy got the nerve! Huffing softly to himself he waits for the other's responses.
F e a t h e r p a w
//it's fine~
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"And what brings you here specifically, then?" Spell furthered carefully. He didn't want to offend a potential joiner at all, but protecting Stormclan came first, and this was an unusual enough sight to warrant more questions, "We just don't usually get joiners from enemy clans."
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Still suspicious. Of course he couldn't get through joining a clan without careful investigation. Heck, he'd executed a SunClanner before and he was still part of SunClan -- but nobody knew of that deed quite yet. "As I've said before, I came here to join StormClan. BoneClan may have been an enemy before all this but it's long gone. I haven't been in an anti-clan territory in moons," spoke Robespierre, his tone still calm but his words slightly rushed. He wasn't one for much words as of late, his voice still sore from disuse. It was a miracle they'd found any scent of anti-clanner on him -- though, he supposed it may have been his weapons which had given off such a stench. They were all gifts some of which came from people he loved, mentors, and another from a complete incarnation of evil. So, perhaps it wasn't such a surprise he was getting an investigation for simply stepping near the border of such a progressive pro-clan.
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Spell looked over at the others, unsure how to respond. Part of him really wanted to give the newcomer a chance, but he was fairly certain that he did not have that kind of authority. Spell gave a small frown. "Should we get Blazestar?" he said finally. It seemed like a decision fit for the leader to make.
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She was always a bit suspicious of anti-clambers, but overhearing the conversation this dude seemed like an asset rather than someone who would harm them. Rob had a calm air around him, he looked strong, and despite previous qualms BoneClan was long gone. Why not give the guy a chance? Benedict had been in BoneClan before, she couldn't be hypocritical. The ginger feline would go over, offering a smile to the other. "Given what I've heard, I'm willing to give you a chance, just like I give everyone else who wants rock join a chance. You don't seem to be a threat and you could be an asset. Sorry for all the troubles, welcome to StormClan." She spoke, pausing for a moment. "Shall we show you to camp so you get can settled down?" Blazestar asked.
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Rob ducked his head gratefully to the orange feline. I must admit I've never had such a thorough investigation when coming to another clan, thought the tiger as he finally looked up to their leader. Quite a flower-oriented person, Rob knew someone somewhat alike her at some point in time; yet, now he was unable to put any name to the face. "Thank you, miss, but the tour won't be necessary," muttered Rob with soft smile on his maw. I'll probably just be wandering around at night anyways. He had a habit of waking up before midnight due to nightmares, though Rob assumed it may have been because of the wild pig-raid the Exiles had once sent on them during the night. He hoped all the StormClanners weren't as hesitant to warm up to him because of his background.