Posts by Harefoot

Aaron walked through the front door with little care- he was a bit too tired to acknowledge how late he really was. Despite only being 16, Aaron was a giant, standing at around 6'6". His hair was a bluish-black, and his eyes are a light watery blue. His shoulders were broad, his legs rectangular and square, and he was covered with the metal from his parent Pokemon, Aggron. He saw a few girls in the library, so he walked in there, looking for some company. Aaron approached them, and said, "G'mornin'. How're you?"

"Well hi, Victy," Aaron replied, unsure as to what he could add. He then looked at the book in her hands with some piqued interest. He felt a little stupid around girls because he was from the backwoods, and his accent showed it all. Aaron asked, "What'cha readin' there?"

Sparrow could have fainted. He looked up, his face aglow. "Th-thank you." Sparrow padded around the front room, confused as to where he should go next. What can I learn? What can I do?

"Legends, you say?" Aaron replied with more curiosity. "I can tell a good story, but I don't think I've ever heard of legends..." Determining that there was some time, and that it might make him less weird and distant, Aaron started talking again. "My folks never told me stories. My dad was a strong silent type and it seemed like the man never felt, and I never really knew my ma. Sure, I saw her, but I never really got to know her..."

"I think I got Algebra II next," Aaron said, furrowing his brows. For the life of him, he couldn't really remember. So, he dropped off his bookbag(which in all honesty looked more like a rucksack), and scrambled through his binders to find which class he had first. Aaron finally found his schedule, and he scanned the list. "Guess I was wrong, I got Weight Training next."

Aaron was bored out of his mind. There wouldn't be any lifting weights until the teacher was able to give the "well, if you can't do it, don't try" speech and how everyone needed to know their potential and all that crap. He had to get out-soon. This class was going to drive him crazy if he didn't.

Aaron didn't even try to take notes at this point, and it was a good thing. The teacher passed around a syllabus that had to be about 6 pages. "Now class, there's a waiver in there..." Aaron couldn't help but look up. A waiver? What are we going to do, jump out of planes? He sat, dumbfounded, and was still waiting for the bell.

Patchkit hated being smaller than her two friends. In badger fights, she'd get mowed down because of it. In playfights, one pin and she was through. So, she sat there, making sure the two didn't actually hurt themselves. She cleaned her pelt, and shook herself a little, so she would fluff and look like a normal sized kit.

Patchkit padded quickly after her friends, and she saw the pair talk to a warrior, Sparkfur. What she found weird was that the older cat said that they had to make dirt. "Make dirt? How does one do that?" The small she-cat was confused, but sat to the left of Shrewkit so that they would look like a unit.

"Alright," the tom replied, a bit curious as to why the older she-cat didn't look at him. Where would be good? He couldn't think of a name, but he knew what contributed to good hunting grounds. "There needs to be shade, water, places for prey to hide... Maybe to the northwest of where that sinkhole is?" Intoniantianon thought that made perfect sense. Away from the rising sun, there would still be dew and shade. Also, there would likely be grass or some sort of greenery where the prey would hide or burrows with rodents in them. He then added, "If you need help getting back, or if your paw starts acting up, just say something, and I'll take you back."

(But what is 5 minutes if this is fluid time?)

Aaron fished through his bookbag, and saw that he had P.E next. It didn't surprise him, since it was a required class, but Weight Training and P.E back-to-back would certainly give him more stamina or wear him down to cinders. Either way, Aaron looked up at the clock, and saw there was only five minutes left. It was always those last five minutes that could easily feel like another class in and of itself, so he let out an impatient grunt and sunk in his chair.

Leaving Weight Training, Aaron didn't need to change at all. Instead, he lumbered over to the gym, which was pretty close by. There, he saw the two girls from the library. Feeling a mixture of anxiety and excitement, Aaron approached the two, and asked, "So, how're you taday?"

Aaron looked around a little, and didn't see a teacher, so he relaxed a little. Wearing a boring navy shirt and black shorts, he felt a little plain. He turned to focus on the girls again, wanting something to do.

Dodgeball. The game had haunted him since his childhood. Being as big as he was, Aaron was an easy target and couldn't really evade with much success. He felt more at home with hockey or with football, but if it was dodgeball he was playing, he would have to do.

He then turned his focus to the new guy. "I'm Aaron, nice to meet you."

"The rest of the year's mornings are going to suck. I've got Weight Training and this back-to-back." Aaron had great stamina, but suffered because he was slower than most. Also, after exercise, he would likely get tired and he'd be half asleep for his next class. Aaron looked at the door for the teacher, then to his newly acquired group of friends, waiting for something to happen.

Sparrow licked Capone's wound, silently acknowledging the responsibility coming with the 'rite'. He was now an Elite cat, no longer a WindClanner. It was a bit unsettling, really. But it was something that Sparrow worked for, and it felt good that he was getting closer to his goal.

What that goal was, however, he wasn't quite sure.

He turned to the other cats, and padded away from Capone. He wasn't sure what to say or if he should say anything, so he sat down for a moment.

Intoniantianon padded after the she-cat, unsure as to why she seemed so angry with him. Since when was it a crime to help out a Tribemate? He caught up with her, and scented the air. It smelled of mice, primarily, and a little bit of vole. Intoniantianon heard a rustle, and he turned to face it. After the vole exposed itself, he bunched up his muscles, and pounced on it, which was enough force to kill it. He picked it up, and half-buried it so he could at least try to get more. He turned to face Sheeny, and he meowed, "So, what's up with you?"

( Hey guys, sorry. I'm in the running initiation board now. )

( If you all don't feel comfortable doing it, I'm willing to double for a little bit if that's needed. )

Aaron stretched himself- having his shoulders, neck, and head covered with metal was daunting and made him stiff. He turned to Sol, and said, "Hey there. I'm Aaron, it's nice ta meet'cha." He couldn't help but to feel like a giant compared to his new band of acquaintances, but he got over it quickly. Aaron turned to face the door, wondering what kept the teacher up so long.

Intoniantianon turned to face the she-cat that was with him and marveled at her for a little. She was a hunting machine, and he was a bulky awkward hunter at best. He focused again and scented a mouse. Without thinking, he lumbered and pounced in its direction, and he missed completely. "Darn it."

Frostkit was blindly lumbering in any direction, unable to find what he was looking for, it seemed. He eventually padded headlong into his mother's belly, and he dragged his face on her belly until he found a place to feed. He latched on and sucked greedily, not caring that there were other kits around him, or hearing them, so he was detached from his family.

After feeding himself like a pig, he tried to get on his paws so that he could move a little. Frostkit tried valiantly, but he was too heavy and fell down on himself. He squirmed to face the other way, but still getting cleaned, so that he could rest his tired self. He drifted into sleep, pleased that he wasn't cold anymore.

Intoniantianon quickly came to the conclusion that hunting was not his forte. Listening to Sheeny, he replied, "Oh, it's fine. It's not like I've never gotten an earful before." He kept an almost kit-like face on with a grin. He padded behind Sheeny, wondering what else they were going to do.

"Can we all quit fightin' like a bunch o' stupid kits for one freakin' minute?" Sparrow hollered, his kit body shaking with how loud he yelled. The brown tabby regained his composure, and he meowed more civilly, "I just joined a little bit ago, from WindClan, and I still smell like a WindClanner. I can go in there, and get her out. Or, we could all do a full-scale raid in the middle of the night. Warriors almost never patrol the back of the territory."

He looked at Pebblestar, dumbfounded. Who is this cat? Without any warning, he lunged at the leader and pounced, aiming for the back.