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Wolfgang's eye narrowed a bit. This cat seemed awfully nervous, or perhaps it was wariness, at Wolfie's inquiry. However the other's posture seemed more attentive, perhaps that was a good sign. "Yes," He responded, wrapping his tail around his paws. Fadedghost. It was a clan name, at least. Wolfgang, though its two-syllables may have suggested otherwise, was a rogue name. Apparently those were common to BloodClan. "Where are you from?" Wolfgang decided he might as well just ask. It was an innocent enough question, wasn't it? Maybe the name would bring back some memories. He had yet to recover any yet, which was immeasurably frustrating.

It seemed the smell of BloodClan was still on his pelt, as this cat seemed rather defensive at the presence of Wolfgang. His grotesque appearance didn't help either. Perhaps it was this frightened reaction that made up Wolfie's mind. He wouldn't go back. It may have brought back his memories, but what if he remembered something he didn't like? What if he remembered doing something awful? It wasn't worth it. This "BloodClan" seemed to be full of dangerous cats, who apparently "ate cats". He didn't want to be that kind of cat. "I like rabbits better," Wolfgang commented, deciding against responding to the drawing of claws and accusations of wanting to eat them. She probably had every right to be wary. It was a bit ironic, though. The hawk that just flew overhead literally ate cats, didn't it?

Wolfgang followed closely behind Minnownose. Perhaps this was a bad idea, but the scent of BloodClan on his pelt had been replaced with SkyClan scent, so hopefully nobody targeted him for it as that tribe cat had. He had hoped that, by coming here, perhaps he would see a face that would trigger a memory. Literally anything, anybody. He just wanted to remember something. Even the smallest thing. As Minnownose was the only cat he knew so far, he would try and stay in close proximity to the deputy and he would make note to keep his head low. Don't draw attention to yourself, he thought. His ears were active as ever, though, while his outward appearance seemed bored and uninvolved. He heard conversation of BloodClan's leader being crushed by a rock or something. He wondered if that was a cat he knew. Were they friends? Or maybe they were mortal enemies. Maybe that was the cat who attacked him and stole his memory. It wasn't, but Wolfie didn't know that. The possibility was always there.

In his opinion, squirrels were much better than mice. Bigger and meatier. Mice were boney and usually tasted like garbage, and were more like a snack. He may have thought that because he was a big lad, and was used to eating more before he lost his memory and joined a clan that limited how much he could eat. It was probably for the best, Wolfgang would get fat if he was allowed to eat as much as he had when he was in BloodClan. Not that he'd know that. He swiftly trapped the fleeing moues in his massive paws and killed it, following after the apprentice (who was named after a rather tasty animal) and dropping it at his paws, hoping the other boy would stop to talk. He was growing to find that talking to others wasn't as tiring as it seemed, and could sometimes offer interesting knowledge. "Nice catch," Wolfgang smiled a bit, wanting the apprentice to take the catch. He would have winked, but it would just be a blink, since... ya know. Wolfgang didn't really care about "proving himself", but perhaps this cat did. As he stood beside the other he made sure his left side was facing away, not wanting to spook a potential friend with his gross appearance.

finally updated this! man wolfgang's changed a lot, the last time i updated this was when he was 5 moons old

Cat fur in his teeth? Wolfgang subtly ran his tongue over his teeth to make sure nothing was stuck in them. Nah, this cat must've had a few screws loose. He glanced at Minnownose appreciatively. He was... one of them, yeah. That made him feel like much less of an outsider. He hoped she wouldn't mind that he answered the stranger's next question- he didn't want to step out of line after just being called one of them. A SkyClanner. That felt nice to say. "This is SkyClan. The cats here are nice. Unfortunately, though, you've run out of questions. Please answer her's." Wolfgang wrapped his tail around his paws, finding an odd calm in this situation. The cat didn't seem like she was really capable of causing much damage, and this would probably grow old at some point, but for now there was a sort of humor in her paranoid accusations. Cats eating cats. What a rumor.

SkyClan had a lot of she-cats, but it seemed the toms in the clan were quite... unique? Wolfgang turned to observe the two voices. There was Fadedghost, who bore that odd scent when he came and seemed now to be rather frightened. There was Another voice, too, that was harder to hear. It was saying "Stop it", over and over. The other cat apologized, the second voice. Wolfie left the puddle he had been staring into- he seemed like an edgelord when he did that, so he'd refrain from doing so. He climbed up to the warrior's den to try and console the fidgety cat. "Are you okay?" He inquired. He wasn't about to judge another cat's phobias. Wolfgang might have had some weird undiscovered phobia he forgot about when he lost his memory. He couldn't know.

Wolfgang nodded. That was, indeed his name. Cloudspots was an interesting name. It made him think of those clouds that covered the sky in speckled patches. Those were cool, especially when the sun was low in the sky. He smiled gratefully as the queen spoke again. "It's no problem. SkyClan has been very kind to me, especially considering my, erm... circumstances." He meant BloodClan, of course. There was no doubt that was where he came from. Still, despite how desperate he was to get his memory back, he refrained from going back there. What held him back? Well, fear, yeah, but also he kind of liked things the way they were. His eye caught Wheatbloom's sight as the other cat mentioned him, but said nothing to him as the other tom hadn't addressed him, either. He did, though, nod in a sort of a greeting.

Wolfgang had finally found a rabbit. That had to have meant there were others in SkyClan's territory, right? And the good news was that rabbits reproduced like crazy. Wolfgang sort of bent the rules a bit- he hid the rabbit until he made sure everybody had eaten. That rabbit was his, man. He had been craving rabbit ever since he woke up with his memory gone. That was what, like, two weeks? Still, he felt bad eating it all by himself. That would be selfish of him. His gaze fell on Ferretpaw, who Wolfgang had recently met. Ferret was a bit of an odd case. Biologically he was a female, but Wolfgang had been told Ferretpaw preferred to be referred to as "he". Wolfgang didn't know that was a thing. How cool, he hoped Ferret would be more comfortable. SkyClan was such a kind clan that it didn't seem as if pronouns or respect would be a problem. He moved towards the other boy, setting his rabbit down. "Would you like to share this?" He asked quietly, unsure of how to ask such a thing. For some reason, it felt like an odd thing to ask somebody.

VIPERKIT!  

DarkClan. He remembered that being a thing, but it wasn't something he really forgot. Like, how somebody might forget flamingos are a thing, but know they exist. Bad metaphor, but whatever. He couldn't help but be a bit frustrated that the answer didn't bring back any memories, but he wouldn't show it. It wasn't this cat's fault he couldn't remember anything. "Oh," Wolfgang responded, no particular emotion to that response. He tried rather hard to mask his disappointment. He wasn't sure what he'd expected.

The other cat seemed rather impressed with his hunting skills, but honestly Wolfgang had horrible technique. He just had big paws and a lot of time on his hands. He'd originally lost the rabbit, but spent about an hour tracking it down again. He was persistent when it came to rabbits. They tasted fuckin good, dude. Wolfgang loved rabbits. "Yes," Wolfgang responded. He held up his paws for Ferretpaw to gaze at. "Big paws." He was in a bit of a rush to dig into the rabbit, if he were being honest. Would it be rude to take the first bite? Maybe, but dang, he had been waiting so long. He bit into the rabbit's flesh and let out a long exhale as the taste hit his tongue. God, that was good. It was worth the wait. He gestured towards the bundle of white fur, wanting Ferretpaw to experience the delicacy. According to Poppystar, they were a bit of a rarity in SkyClan.

Straight to the point, huh? Wolfgang liked that, it saved time and questioning. "Wait there, please. I'll get Poppystar." He would assume the other cat knew who that was.

poppyblossom

//aaa museless post sorry

wolfgang can as well

his teaching method may be a bit rough tho

An ass it was. Well, no, it was actually part of the mouse's stomach, which was why it wasn't called ass bile, but he understood the saying. That was a joke. Ahah! Funny. Ass bile. It was a good thing he didn't say it out loud. He nodded in agreement with the other's hatred of the gross substance. Fleas seemed to hate it more than they did, though. He pondered the others next question. It seemed like such a generic reply, but honestly he did like SkyClan. Nice cats. Hardly any controversy. It was a peaceful place. Clearly others did not like BloodClanners, but despite this their leaders took him in and gave him the benefit of the doubt. They did not question his memory loss more than needed. Such nice cats. "It's wonderful. Though, I can't really compare it to anything. Are all clans so... peaceful?" He inquired. Should the answer be yes, it'd be a wonder why there were villains in the world of the clans.

Huh, for some reason, he thought the other cat was fidgety for some other reason. The storm seemed like a reasonable source for fear at the moment. "Well, sort of," Wolfgang started. Oof, that sounded rude. "Fears usually aren't rational, though. I'm scared of loud noises, if it makes you feel better." Thus why he didn't like the thunder. The rain was nice, though. Still nice. He pondered how to make the other cat feel better. Saying "it'll be okay" usually didn't do the trick. "Well, if something storm-related happens, we've got your back." He wasn't quite sure what "storm-related" stuff was, but it was a nice sentiment nonetheless.

// lol me too i can never play mean characters

Wolfgang watched on in astonishment as Minnownose answered the cat's questions. Good lord. Wolfgang had felt stupid when he showed up with no memories of who he was, but this cat... wow. She seemed to know nothing about, well, anything. Perhaps she had amnesia, too. Perhaps he wasn't the only one that hit his head too hard. He lashed his tail behind him a bit impatiently. It was amusing, but he was growing a little tired of feeling as if he were being interrogated. He wondered if Minnownose shared the same vague feeling of anxiety. Wolfie remained silent, unsure of the answer to this cat's inquiry. Talking would only prolong the interaction.

Wolfgang followed behind Shimmer, his nonchalant gaze offering no particular excitement to help out but not showing any distain either. Wheatbloom was an interesting character, and though helping out the cats who gave him a home was important to him, he was far more interested in learning about the strange tom than he was in helping him out. Unfortunately, he likely wouldn't find out anything this way. He wasn't sure who he had been before he lost his memory, but Wolfgang sure was a nosy cat.

Negotiating with tyrants was easy. You figure out what they want and offer them a way to get in exchange for what you desire. Negotiating with children, however, was a difficult task even the most persuasive cats would struggle with. Children like this one tended to be unpredictable and a bit all over the place. He let the smallest of smiles grace his face as he replied to the young one's plea. "Well... I'll allow it. To meet such a nice cat is truly an honor, you know," Wolfgang's soft voice was light as he gestured for the little one to follow after him, towards camp. It was what he had wanted- to convince the child it was safe at camp with Poppystar, and suddenly she was asking him for permission. Truly baffling. He had decided to play it off as a difficult decision for him or something. Children had the tendency to rebel sometimes, and didn't like giving into orders. Getting their way, however, seemed to be something they valued. He wondered if he was the same way when he was younger. Was he still considered a kid? He was barely a "warrior", as these cats called them. It seemed as if he were on the cusp of being grown up, but not yet there. Just barely. He was so close. His conscious made him feel as if he were a hundred moons old. A young man shouldn't have to carry such a weight on his shoulders.

omg wolfie is a brat i absolutely adore valley she's so precious kjdsks

aaAAw thanks hun they should hang out sometime :,)

tallow you best mean those words