Posts by AZRA

Wolfgang covered his ears as a cat yelled in them. Ah, it was that cat. The one who strayed too far from home and indirectly called him a cannibal. Wolfie's one-eyed glared shifted pointedly towards the she-cat like a sword. He wasn't quite sure why he hated loud noises so much. He seemed to have a vague memory of humans screaming and yelling, the noises all mashing together and sounding like a waterfall of roars and cheers. The memory was gone as quickly as it'd been recalled. Perhaps this meant he'd get his memory back soon. He wrapped his paws around his paws, trying not to get angry. That wasn't who he was going to be. No, no matter who he was in the past, he wouldn't be the generic picture of a BloodClanner. He nodded, averting his cold blue gaze. "Yes, like that." He replied, his soft voice just barely audible. He looked over at Faded once more, having to move more of his face to see him due to the lack of an eye on his left side. Wolfie nodded, though he was sure the former DarkClanner was just saying that so he'd have something to say. Sort of like when you reply "good" instinctively every time someone asks you "how's it going", despite what the answer to that really is. Sometimes insincerity saved time, he guessed. He let a small smile work its way onto his maw in response to the she-cat's other comment. Disputing with her was a bit fun, he had to admit. Arguing wasn't suppose to be fun, but somehow it kind of was. "You are more than welcome to walk home. Perhaps the rain will wash the smell from your fur." He tried to avoid using any adjectives in that sentence. Negative adjectives would offend her too much, and positive ones would misconstrue the intent of his comment. A small smile remained and a glint of humor was in his eye as he watched the lights dance in the clouds. Briefly, the boy glanced at Fadedghost to make sure he wasn't having a panic attack or anything.

of couRSE that would be lovely

yee i like the idea of an open thread better, i'm just awful with private threads lol

hey, does someone wanna help me with this boy's litter? he has a boyfriend now omg and i wanted to give the litter a plot to give the roleplayers more of an incentive

i was thinking that after wolfie regains his memory and comes to visit his parents with their grandchildren someone views wolfie as a traitor to bloodclan and goes after his kids? whether anything happens to them is totally up to the kits' roleplayers, and if you don't want your character to get in trouble for hurting a kit we can wait until they're six moons old to start the plot :O

Ah, it was her, the loud one. She was still here. Great. Wolfgang had the thought to ignore her, but as a new cat he had given thought to how the other might feel. Amazing, right? It was a little hard. Had he been in such a situation, which he would never, he would want responses and attention. Well, probably not. He didn't like having too much attention on him. Still, he decided to humor this cat. "I don't recall you ever giving us your name," Wolfgang said softly as he padded over. She had been rather adamant about not answering questions. Perhaps the tides had turned, and he would finally get a name out of this one.

bruhhhh yESSS

I haven't made the thread yet but I can reserve a spot for you ;)

I'll let you guys know when we can initiate the angst™

i'm gonna go ahead and end the voting a few hours early (because i will probably forget if i wait until midnight lol)

our quality winner is blahkenmuro!

track on this sub!

snappy.   tinybabyleafs  

thank yooouu

the adopt thread is now up ;)

aaaa I'm lovin these characters so far!

Wolfgang was a bit hesitant to take up the offer. Would anybody remember him there? Would that be a good thing or a bad thing? He no longer smelled like BloodClan, but if he'd hurt somebody there that likely wouldn't matter to them. Still, he was interested in seeing more of the world. SkyClan had a pretty territory, but what of ThunderClan? What was their territory like? What were their cats like? What if somebody lived there that knew him in a positive light? Maybe he could find out what happened. No, that wasn't likely. What-ifs and possibilities made the boy a bit anxious. What if he came along and ruined the light-hearted patrol? Wolfgang figured a smart cat like Minnownose would be more decisive than himself. "Would, uhm, would you like for me to come?" Wolfie asked, uncertainty in his soft voice as he looked at the wise deputy. He had the feeling she was a better cat than him.

Wolfgang chuckled. What an interesting kid. He nodded at the child's inquiry. It was not hard to be nicer than Wolfgang. He could be a bit of an ass at times. Poppystar was surely nicer than him. Minnownose, too. Most of this clan was nicer than him, in fact. He probably got all his scars from picking fights or something. "Definitely, don't worry your little head about it." Still, he was flattered the child called him "super nice". That was a new one.

// aa lame post + poppyblossom  

Wolfgang followed behind Minnownose, sticking close beside Ferretpaw. He was nervous about this. Would somebody here recognize him? He couldn't remember anything, so he couldn't sincerely apologize for hurting anybody. It'll be fine, he told himself. His pelt smelled like SkyClan now, and he probably hadn't met a ThunderClanner in his life. Still, this territory seemed familiar. He may have been here before. He sorta hoped not.

Ah, another joiner. By now, Wolfgang was hardly the new kid. He was pretty comfortable with the hang of this clan stuff. Still, he wished he had his memories back, but if he wasted his life in pursuit of lost memories he would never have the time to make new ones. Hopefully this cat made plenty of memories in SkyClan. It was truly a peaceful place. Hardly anything had happened since he'd been there. The most hostile situation was when the tribe cat thought Wolfie was a cannibal. That wasn't even really hostile, so much as humorous. The peace was a blessing. He had to wonder how long it would last. He wasn't worried, though. An outside spectator could obverse that, ever since losing his memory, a glint of innocence and cheerfulness had returned to his eyes. He wouldn't know the difference, but Wolfgang felt alive in SkyClan. It was truly a remarkable place. Anyway, the warrior glanced at Lillysong with a brief smile in greeting, then shifted his monotone expression towards the stranger. "My name is Wolfgang. Would you like me to take you to Poppystar?" Surely, since this lass wanted to join the answer would be yes, but he felt it was courteous to alert her of where she was being carted away to being dragged into their camp.

Wolfgang glanced at the tree. What other instructions were there? It seemed he'd be able to just stick his paws in the tree and lift himself up to the top, but perhaps it was more complicated than that. He was quite a muscular cat, but was he strong enough to pull himself up like that? It seemed like an activity that required a great deal of strength. He'd imagine smaller cats would have an easier time. His cold eye glance towards Minnownose. "Yes, please."

bump! today's the last day :)

Valley Where Roses Grow. That was quite a name. In fact, it sounded more like a location. Did all tribe cats have such odd names? The tom blinked as he listened to the female's inquiry. "We all come from different places with different cultures. Daisypaw has a clan name, I have a rogue name, and you seem to have some sort of tribe name. A name can give you a lot of insight into one's background." Wolfgang's voice was soft and static, but really it interested him. He wondered what Daisypaw and Valley's homes were like. He wondered what his own home was like. So far, he'd heard only bad things about it and his array of scars seemed to attest to that, but why did he stay so long if it was so bad? Perhaps he lost his memory while he was trying to escape. That was largely why he didn't want to go back there. He feared the unknown.

Water? He could understand that. Water was so peaceful and refreshing, but sometimes it was merciless and its soothing rocking could lull a creature to their death. Once you were deep enough, the roaring waves could drag you down further until your lungs could no longer hold the old air, and would gasp for new air only to find themselves full of heavy, suffocating water. The thought of it made him want to take a deep breath. Water could be nice, but nothing beats good ol' air. "Fears exist to either be conquered or to conquer us." Nice one, Wolfgang. He would make a good stereotypical wise-elder-that-guides-you-through-your-journey when he got older. It was true, though. Most of Wolfgang's fears were intangible, and difficult to conquer as he had a tendency to repress them. If he had a fear of something like water or storms he'd like to imagine himself trying to expose himself to those elements as much as he could, but that was just wishful thinking- they were called fears for a reason. He was afraid of loud noises, and tried to avoid them, so he supposed that fear conquered him. Then again, it wasn't really a fear so much as an uncomfortable feeling. A pain in his eardrums. A strong feeling of annoyance. He glanced at Daisypaw, who had jokingly called them pussies. He gave the apprentice a little chuckle. She wasn't wrong- out of context, pussies meant cats. In slang, it had different meanings, some a bit crude, but still- she wasn't wrong there.

He glanced at Daisypaw and nodded. Yeah, that was a good point. He wondered if he'd ever meet the cats that named him. He liked his name, at least. She raised an interesting question, too. He thought about it. Wolfgang fit him well. What name could be better suited for him? He chuckled at Valley spoke. "If BloodClan is a gang of wolves, then you are not far off the mark there." He highly doubted her theory, but couldn't disagree as he had no memories to back it up with. Bigmouth was a suitable name for the talkative cat, but he wouldn't say anything. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. "I think... maybe... Dogtooth...? Dogs have... strong teeth... I suppose." Wolfie murmured, trying to think of some other name. Dogtooth was the first thing to pop into his mind. He didn't think it fit him, but it sounded kinda cool.

howdy folks! snappy and I discussed it briefly and decided that, because there's only one more than the number of slots open and because we absolutely adore your characters that everybody's accepted! we'll tag the accounts you applied with when the birthing thread is up ;)

Wolfgang was a bit embarrassed, too. He hadn't meant to, really. It was an accident, and he may had misinterpreted some signals. It was totally consensual- don't get him wrong- but he worried about the effect it would have on their friendship. He worried that it would hurt Ferretpaw's reputation. Ferretpaw was about to become a warrior, would he have to hold off on that because of kits? Wolfie didn't even really know he was pregnant- Ferretpaw showed very few signs. Which was good- he didn't want anybody to misgender Ferret because he was pregnant. However, as the days drew nearer and Ferretpaw's stomach got bigger, Wolfie's concerns manifested. And, finally, the other boy called for his name. Oh, man. He felt guilty for feeling dread- this was his fault, not Ferretpaw's or the kits'. The tom stood and quickly moved towards Ferretpaw. "Is it happening?" Wolfgang asked. His usually monotonous voice was laced with nervousness, and his one icy eye was wide and full of all sorts of emotions. He hoped Ferretpaw would be okay. He hoped this birthing went smoothly. He didn't deserve any heartache because of Wolfgang's idiocy. "Would you like for me to grab Addercloud?" He asked. He didn't want to miss anything, but he would be of no use to his friend. Friend? Boyfriend? What were they? He didn't want Ferret to feel obligated just because they had kits now. Or, were about to have kits. Gosh, his mind was racing.