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❆мєя¢υяу❆ BREAK wrote:

Generalcuster could train Fleetpaw in powers if he gets any, as well as to be an 'official' in a project of his, Bloodclan Boot Camp. :3

I just posted a plotting thread for it, if you want to know more. :3

What power does Generalcuster have that I could get for Fleetpaw that's the best and most fun to roleplay out and mess around with? And I just tracked it. x3

But what does an 'official' mean?

Gothika wrote:

I'm sorry I meant bloodclan! *fails*
Gothika is dark and twisted. Right now she is pretty messed up because she killed a friend of hers because she was possessed by the spirit of Desiri. And then her brother killed her for killing his mate. But she has multiple lives so she came back.

She does not like nonsense, stupid cats, catnip, and unwanted pregnancies.

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And Generalcuster loves her!

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Awww. <3 Well, what could be a plot between the two that ends up with them being friends? Because they are basically almost complete opposites.

OOC; That's fine! Just let me know when you do have one set. Then I might be able to apply for one, depending on if I get Viennakit or not. xD

IC; Fleetpaw had to agree with Stygian's reasoning. "I think...I would like to be a high position someday. But I'm happy being a 1st Tier, because I'm pretty sure I won't be able to advance the ranks. Because I'm not exactly a bloodthirsty psycho like the rest of them." He scoffed slightly, a tad bit of disgust flashing across his eyes as he was thinking of all the recent public torturing and executions.

Then he thought about what he said and shook his head. "Ok, they're not psychos. They are very wise and have the best judgement for the Clan. But I just don't agree with most of what they do." He amended, talking about all the killing and torturing and swearing. He stopped talking and decided to start stretching. He rolled his neck and shoulders, bending down to stretch his back and his legs, flexing his toes and claws as well.

Fleetpaw flushed underneath his fur. Yeah, he did need to learn to hold his tongue. As the tom nodded to Stygian's request and took off to run laps, making sure to keep his toes spread and his claws out a little bit to keep his balance, he thought about Stygian's words. He had always thought they were uncaring freaks. Psychos. And there were plenty of psychos in BloodClan. But he realized that BloodClan wouldn't promote a complete psycho to a high rank, because they wouldn't make good decisions for the Clan and couldn't be trusted with power. They were hard and could be a bit uncaring and rough, but underneath it all, they still took care of the Clan.

Fleetpaw realized that he had ran a good few laps while thinking all this through, and skidded to a halt, nearly falling flat on his face, as he had let his toes and claws fall slack while thinking. He would have to work on that. Flushing a bit again, he trotted back to Stygian for their sparring exercises. He was surprised that his legs weren't that tired from running those laps.

-Track

I was actually going to IC join with a tom of mine, so I'm going to track this just in case he might get a shot, even though he is new. (:

EDIT; Could you apply for a Stealth Walker to-be? Would that count?

tracking.

Ahhh, ok. xD So do you have any plot ideas at the moment? I'm currently in a slump. D8

Fleetpaw had been out in the territory, looking for a new place to train, away from all of the excitement back at camp. He swore he would claw anyone else that mentioned Dustsky's murder or tortures/executions. He got nauseated just thinking about them. As he padded through the territory, burnt orange optics scanning the desert plains, he caught sight of a few cats nearby. Padding up, he recognized Scorpionsting, a small kitten, and another she-cat, who looked quite annoyed. Padding up quietly, he sat down and tilted his head slightly at the band of cats in front of him. "Hey there. I'm Fleetpaw. What are you guys doing out here?" He questioned, curiosity in his voice.

Fleetpaw heard the third tier's voice echo around camp, and he slunk over the sand to see what this was all about. He saw the cats beginning to trickle in, and he narrowed his eyes in thought, studying the growing group around him. He decided he would participate in this group training session, if that was what this was. He didn't know, he'd never been in one of these before. He wanted to put Stygian's teachings to the test.

The tom's empty, silvery eyes turned on hers and studied her attentively. She seemed to be friendly...though not overly so, and was getting down to business. He considered her questions, the slight accent that tinged them. He didn't exactly know the answer to either question. "I-I don't remember my name. Frankly, I don't remember much at all. My mind is a blank slate. As for why I'm on your land, I was just passing through. I didn't know someone lived here. What is this 'Tribe of Rushing Water' you speak of?" He asked, his voice surprisingly deep, powerful, and sure of himself for someone who was so confused.

Fleetpaw breathed out a sigh when he realized he wouldn't see his first execution after all. Biting his lip, he realized whatever Carnivalcorpse had in mind for him wouldn't be too good either. He tried to catch Missilefire's eyes and secretly send him an apologetic look before fleeing the scene to go think over this new development in peace.

Hmmm, did you say Fleetpaw could be one of the Officials? He could be trained to be one by Generalcuster, maybe?

Fleetpaw grinned at his canine mentor and butted her playfully in the shoulder with his head. "Oh, I would never let you down, Stygian." He pointed out playfully, but there was an undertone of seriousness. He did mean what he said. He respected the massive wolf too much to let her down. He turned back to Frightnight, wondering when the session would begin.

Well, Stygian definitely had perfected that technique to its fullest.

Fleetpaw was not expecting that sudden leap. He was thinking she was just going to assess him then give him tips on stance and how to use his body structure to his advantage and all that crap before they would spar. He didn't think she would just throw herself into attacking him like that. Honestly, he found that he preferred that over all that talking that she could have done.

He didn't have much time to think before she would slam into him and most likely pin him to the ground. So he did the only thing he could think of at the moment. Run. But before he could dodge, a split-second idea came to mind. It was defensive and offensive.

He raced towards Stygian's form rapidly closing in, her shadow streaking over him as he crouched low, sliding underneath her. He then flipped onto his back, the slippery sand aiding him as he aimed to reach up and claw her belly while sliding back out from underneath her again. Not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough so she would at least feel a prick if his attack caught her.

All this new information was spinning through the poor tom's head, giving him a massive headache. He tried to sort through it all in his mind. This Tribe was apparently a group of some sort, and by the sounds of it, there were many others out there. Garden and Breeze were the two she-cats names, and they were obviously mates. The little kit was their adoptive daughter. Surprisingly, the sight of such love between the three cleared his mind and reduced his pounding headache. His eyes shone slightly and a small smile crossed his lips. "I think...I might've...had a head injury. But I'm not, exactly sure." He replied, pausing between his words as he tried to sort out exactly what he was saying.

OOC; Thanks. (: I have strep, but I got to miss two days of school because of it! xD

IC; Fleetpaw actually chuckled softly at her comment. Sure, this young apprentice was maybe a bit on the annoying side, but she was spunky and unique. A completely different kind of cat then he was used to. You didn't find anyone like her in BloodClan. And he found that a welcome change for once.

He listened to her explanation of WindClan, smiling to himself at her rambunctious responses, before freezing when she asked the same question back. Biting his lip, he sighed and decided to go with the truth. "They're not as bad as they seem. Most cats are actually fun to be around and goof off with. We were forced to become what we are today. And...well, I was taken in and accepted by them. That was the nicest thing anyone ever did for me." He shrugged, trying to pass that heartfelt confession off as nonchalant.

Fleetpaw listened carefully to Fright's instructions, before glancing around to see any familiar faces that were close to him in size and strength, like the third tier said. Zeuspaw and Lockpaw were his best bets right now. Biting his lip, he padded forward, still not knowing which one he should go with. He guessed it didn't matter.

Ok, so would he be trained by any of the Officials, really?

Hmm, I heard that there's a lot of things you could do with telepathy. So I think I'll get that once I have enough FK. x3

So we could make a thread where they meet and he could see potential in him as an Official and start training him? Then he could also train him in telepathy once he gets it.

But since Fleetpaw doesn't like killing or setting traps for cats he believes don't deserve this punishment,he could eventually go insane and do something stupid which could end as him being a victim in Boot Camp? *flails* i'm a genius