Posts by AZRA

my cat scratched my face real bad and i have a jazz concert tomorrow rip

aaa chalk i promise i haven't forgotten our thread and i'll respond to everyone's threads real soon my muse just kinda yeeted itself into the oblivion

ooo you're a new joiner so i could totally make you some pixel art ;);)

its the same base thats in wolfies sig, gif and all

Wolfgang had a nagging feeling in his skull. It felt like his memories were trapped behind impenetrable glass, pounding to be let in but unable to break through. He watched as the two younger cats tried desperately to get him to recall his past. Wolfie felt awful. He just couldn't remembered. Waspwing? Caledon? He glanced at his kids, then to the two in front of him. He supposed that meant his kids had uncles, maybe even aunts. The tom's ears perked up as the boy named Lucian told him a story about faking his own death or something. He couldn't help but chuckle. "That sounds like an awful prank," Wolfgang's smile began to diminish. "But, I'm sorry, I don't remember any of this." What could be done? He needed more time to remember, he supposed. Time was a fleeting essence, though. It seemed like there was never enough of it.

kjsdkjsd peRRII

wolfie gotta wake up for this

Wolfgang hadn't been around much lately. He'd been awfully sick, and thus had very little energy for exploring the territory. He hadn't seen his kids in a while. He hadn't seen Ferretpaw in a while, either. He missed them. It wasn't just that, though... He'd gotten his memories back. All of them. It was a lot to deal with all of those emotions. The guilt for leaving them. How much he missed his mom and dad and siblings. He'd finally gotten out of the medicine den, though. He'd popped in to say hello to his little babies, but... he only saw Rainkit. So, the tom was now frantically searching the territory for something. Anything. God, please let his babies be okay. He was such a shitty father. He'd been gone too long, and now something could be happen. One of them could be hurt- or... No, he didn't want to think about that.

Addercloud's "no"s followed by his daughter's name made him freeze in his place. Usually a father would rush to the scene, but... he couldn't. He wasn't sure he could handle his little girl being... He felt like his insides had hollowed out and his muscles were too weak to move themselves. He was already beginning to cry. He hadn't even seen her body yet. It was just a little further, but he already knew. Finally, his legs moved forward, and the sight of his daughter's mangled body among all those rocks. She must have been in agony before she... God. Wolfgang fell to the ground and sobbed. Not very manly of him, but it wasn't very manly of him to fail to protect his children, either. He was so pathetic. What a terrible fucking father.

Wolfgang's life had been a bit of a mess as of recently. He got amnesia, lived in SkyClan for a while, had kits... Then things went badly. He got sick for a long time, and his daughter died, and after his other kids grew a bit older, they all disappeared and went different directions. He hadn't been there for them. That hurt, a lot. He gained his memories once more, and made the decision to return to BloodClan. He didn't really want to think about what all had happened, he kinda just wanted to see his family again. Would they be happy to see him? Were they still okay and alive? Were they angry at him? Did they feel betrayed that he left? He hadn't meant to leave for so long, if he hadn't lost his memory. Wolfgang approached the border of BloodClan's old territory. Huh, the borders hadn't been marked in a while. Where had everybody gone? Oh, no. What if they moved, and he never found his family again? The thought of it made him want to cry. Still, he was fully grown, he was a bit old to be crying for his mama. He supposed all that time in SkyClan made him grow a tad soft. Wolfgang wandered around for about half an hour, searching for some remainder of BloodClan.

WASPWING.  

//tysm!!! it's nice to see all y'all again :')

Wolfgang wanted to cry. He was so happy to see them. He embraced his mother as if it were the first time they had ever hugged. When he finally let go, he reciprocated Baxton's affectionate nuzzle and looked at his little brother with such pride. He'd gotten so big, but he still sounded like the same old Canary. "Ah, is that so, Canary? I look forward to hearing all about it," Wolfgang replied, giving his little brother an extra warm smile. "I am so sorry for leaving. I don't remember what happened- I believe something attacked me. I woke up in SkyClan with amnesia and..." He decided to leave out the part about his family for now. He didn't want to spoil the happy moment with such sadness. "I eventually got my memory back, so here I am." Wolfgang felt a bit guilty- was that lying? He got his memory back around the time Lucian visited, but stayed to raise his kids. Though, he fell sick and failed to even do that. He nodded at Blahkenmuro in greeting, who appeared to be looking at him with an odd mix of emotions in his expression. That was okay- he expected them to loath him for leaving in the first place, so not-completely-hating-him was a step up. As Caledon appeared, Wolfgang's heart raced a bit. Would he want anything to do with him, after leaving like that? Wolfgang masked his excitement upon seeing Caledon. He hadn't approached him, or spoken with much infliction to his voice, but rather it sounded as if he were simply addressing his presence with only shock decorating his expression- from what he could tell. Wolfgang nodded at him with a touch of nervousness, wondering how he would react to the explanation Wolfgang provided.

[GENERAL]

-NAME: Spider - Spiderkit - Spiderpaw - Spiderweb? Spiderleg? Spiderfang? hmm

-GENDER: Male

-SEXUALITY: Homosexual, not open for romance atm

-AGE: 5 moons

-CLAN: Currently spying in WindClan, formerly a member of Cedar's Rogue Group.

-RANK: Kit/Spy

--MENTOR: None at the moment

[APPEARANCE]

-PELT COLOR: White

-MARKINGS: Light grey splotches

-FUR LENGTH: Short

-DISTINGUISHING TRAITS: A few nicks in both ears, as well as a long scar across the bridge of his nose that he got while being "disciplined".

-EYE COLOR: Orange

-RELATIVE BODY SIZE: Average- not particularly large or short.

[PERSONALITY] - subject to change

-TRAITS: Emotional, a bit shy, tends to seclude himself. Can be described as a "lone wolf". Pretends not to care about things and usually adapts an attitude of "who gives a fuck", even if he does truly care. Very defensive and hard to get along with. Attacks first and asks questions later.

-LIKES: Bats, night & the moon (he's an edgy kid, lol).

-HOBBIES: Tbh, he's made a habit out of keeping secrets.

-FEARS: He's constantly afraid of somebody finding him because in his mind it always seems like someone's after him.

[RELATIONSHIPS]

-PARENTS & SIBLINGS: Doesn't know nor remember them, but I may open a quick adoption thread

-CHILDREN: N/A

-CRUSH/MATE: N/A

-CLOSE FRIENDS: N/A

-ENEMIES: TBD

[HISTORY]

Spider doesn't remember where he was born (mostly because I'm still developing his early early backstory) but he was found as a very young kit and raised in Cedar's rogue group. His moral compass never had much of a chance to develop. (Continue into [PLOTS] for more info on his soon-to-be backstory)

[PLOTS]

Spider will go to spy on WindClan,confident that they will accept him because "they have a weak spot for kits". He'll converse often with the members of WindClan in order to try and obtain as much information as possible, under the guise that he's simply a curious kit, but he'll begin to grow fond of the life growing and living inside WindClan and will begin to shut himself off, afraid of growing too attached and then compromising the mission. Soon, he'll begin to act odd. He'll briefly mention that they "Shouldn't have taken him under their wing". He will say something along the lines of "It was a big mistake on your part. You should kick me out before you realize what a bad choice it was to take me in". He'll begin to get in a lot of fights with other kits and some apprentices, hoping it will help him fester hatred for the clan. He eventually will make the decision never to report back to the rogues because, wowza, he actually kinda cares about something for once in his life. This is when his anxiety will begin to spike. He believes the rogue group will be after him, but he also thinks that WindClan probably hates him after causing them so much trouble. Throughout most of his apprenticeship he'll give off the impression that he doesn't really care about anything and nothing really bothers him- he's just some prick kid that doesn't care about anything or anybody. He'll eventually grow really close to somebody (potential best friend or crush? idk) and come clean that he joined WindClan just to spy on them. He may cry idk, he's an emotional boy. He'll be frightened that they'll hate him for this, and prying ears will eventually spread word to the rest of the clan that, hey guys! Spiderpaw? More like SPYderpaw! And then mixed reactions will surely ensue.

[OTHER]

-FACECLAIM: Golly uhhh a little bit of Zuko from ATLA, some Todoroki from MHA, Keith from Voltron (if you couldn't tell lol), and ofc my boy Max from Camp Camp.

-VOICE: Not sure yet

-THEME SONG: Let Me Make You Proud

-FAVORITE ...

--COLOR: Red (doesn't quite fit his aesthetic, but whatever). Second favorite color is purple.

--FLOWER: He doesn't really like flowers.

--SEASON: Fall, because of the shortened hours and cooler weather.

--WEATHER: Overcast and drizzling.

--TIME OF DAY: Dusk.

--FOOD: Crows, because they're usually used in stories as omens. He likes to imagine he's eating a death omen, because he's an edgy kid lmfao.

not sure if you'd like to add him, since he'll be gone soon, but here's an app just in case (since he already talked over pm hehe)

Name: Spider

Gender: Male

Appearance: White, short-furred tom with light grey splotches on his pelt and regular ol' orange eyes.

Small summary/background: He was dumped off somewhere near their camp as a kit and was taken in by a slightly less psychotic member. He's been living there for about 4 moons, and tries to prove himself worthy of the life provided to him.

Account to tag: @ suwaco

Other: nahh

Spider had recently learned how to hunt. He was dreadful at it, but he had managed to grab a morsel from the forest. It was a rat, hopefully not a diseased one. Rats were bigger and dumber than mice, though nastier, which made them easier to catch. He ripped a chunk of rat flesh with his smallish fangs- they were still baby teeth, but they could chew through the rat's flesh alright. This place was a tad depressing, if he were truthful. Dreary and dreadful, he simply wasn't made for a rough place like this. It would only be a matter of time before they found out he was just a weak and useless kid and kick him out- or worse. Still, he owed his life to them, probably. They took him in, after all. His hunting and fighting skills were very lackluster, being a kid and all, but a thought had crossed his mind. With his quiet personality and innocent looking face, he could perhaps work as a spy. Find out secrets and vulnerabilities. It was just a thought, though. He hushed his mind in order to eat his food quicker, before somebody strolled along to steal it.

helloooo i'm here temporarily! here's my edgy boy

here's his intro too asadsdsfs

Orange eyes were widened with interest as Spider silently watched from a distance, trying his best not to draw attention to himself. Cedar was... intense, to say the least. The scumbag deputy of a forest clan was beneath his grasp, after all. But, still, Spider couldn't deny that Cedar was batshit crazy. It was apparent to anybody who would ever meet him. He loathed the RiverClanner for reasons he couldn't explain, but still felt a pang of sympathy for the she-cat. A pang of envy, as well. He wondered if he would still remain firey in such a situation. She spoke with intensity and hatred. Would Spider react the same under the same conditions, or would he wilt like a dead weed?

// hh hope its okay if i post here!

Intruders.

Or, well, no. Not necessarily intruders, but they were close enough. Spider lashed his tail behind him. He should attack. That would prove he was strong. Though, he was small. He needed the element of surprise, or those protecting the injured clanner would without a doubt intervene. His smallish size and quiet steps protected his cover, though. He would just jumped and bite the injured cat's neck and he will have killed somebody. He'd be revered. Feared. He'd be worthy of being saved from the harsh, unforgiving wilderness. He hid behind the trunk of a tree, and in a matter of seconds leapt out and towards the injured RiverClanner, fangs and claws unsheathed. His mental intention was to go for the jugular, but it seemed his body refused to do something so heinous. His legs faltered on the jump, and he missed the target by quite a bit. Judging on his projectory, he would likely land somewhere around Ashfolly's shoulder. Nonetheless, he would aim to tear out a good chunk of flesh. His mind was a tad clouded, as he tended to zone out during the intensity of battle.

Spider's first instinct was to defensively hide his morsel, but his orange eyes glanced up to see Floss. Oh. She probably wouldn't steal his food. He swallowed a chunk of rat meat before sweeping the dirt with his skinny tail. He furrowed his brows at first. A hair? He knew that probably wasn't right, but he was trying to imagine catching somebody's pelt. It then dawned on him- she meant hare, not hair. Silly Spider. He blinked. "Oh, uh, no." The boy responded, no longer confused but still not particularly interested in the subject of rabbits.

Ajoin takaa. Venäläistä vankia Vladimir Grutšovia. "Talvisella peltoaukealla." Metsästin miestä isäni haulikolla.

Ack, he hated clans. He had to set aside his hatred, though. Play the role of an innocent, naive kit looking for a forever home. After all, he didn't know why he hated them. It was just how he was raised. From an outsider's glance, it must have been an odd sight to behold. A young boy walking with the resolve of a man on a mission. He couldn't go to RiverClan, as there was a chance their deputy may have remembered seeing him. Also, he sort of attacked an injured RiverClanner near the rogue camp. Other than that, his options were wide open, so he chose WindClan. He didn't know much about clans, but Floss had asked if he'd hunted hare before, and he knew they lived in WindClan. Not a particularly good reason to choose a temporary home, but he was increasingly uncomfortable and wanted a task to get him away from the rogue camp for a while.

Oh, the scent was changing. The territory was flattening out, too. This must have been the moore they lived on. If he waited right at the border, it would look too obvious, wouldn't it? He took a few steps inward, working up his crocodile tears. It was difficult to do, but his eyes were at least a tiny bit moist. That would do for now. The white and grey tomkit glanced around, then cried out, "Has anyone seen my mom and dad?!" An orphan boy, what a sad tale. Not a lie, either. He was an orphan, and didn't know where the hell his parents were. Not that he actually cared. Well, he did, but he would take that to his grave.

// hehe he's actually been in the group since he was a young kit but we can just say he hid in the shadows a lot cause he's an edgy kid lmao

Spider blinked. Ah, so she usually stole prey, but not from a tiny kid such as himself. He assumed it was either because she had a soft spot for kits like most cats, or because rats were disgusting. Maybe a mix of both. His ears flicked, bringing his mind to attention as the femme asked him a question. Where was he from? He didn't remember. He was probably too young. All he remembered was blurry and foggy memories of sitting on the forest floor for hours on end. He thought at one point he saw a hawk eyeing him, but maybe he just imagined it. "No, I've been here since I was a baby. I wasn't born here, so you're not that far off." The boy responded, taking another bite out of his rat before somebody crueler came along. He was kind of a soft boy, and couldn't defend himself very well. If his fighting skills were as sharp as his attitude, he'd surely be stronger than Cedar himself. Oh, well.

Keeping up his sad boy facade was difficult. He wrapped his tail over his front paws as he dug his claws into the dirt, and hesitated to respond as he gritted his teeth. If he got in a fight now, he'd never be allowed in. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes, trying not to lose focus from his acting. He would be stellar in the theater. "Do you think they're okay? Have you seen them?" God, talking like that made him want to vomit. Being pitiful and helpless- that wasn't Spider at all. Truth be told, Crabpaw was probably right on the mark, but he didn't really remember. His orange eyes glossed over the clanner. If Cedar were here, he would gut this cat faster than it took a monster to pass by.

//omgg i love crabpaw more tho ;^)

helloooo i just dropkicked spider(kit) into windclan. he's technically a "spy" but he'll quickly realize that he kinda likes windclan and will be like "welp guess i gotta betray a dangerous murderer"

BUT ANYWAY

so he's totally up for plots

i'd like for every thread to have some sort of plot progression behind it, whether it be big or small (i hate simple interaction threads lmao) so like,, if you wanna have a thread but don't know what it could be about spider could just ask them a ton of questions about windclan (since he's currently in spy mode)

but like also i'm really bad with maintaining private threads because they're usually kinda low on my list of priorities so if it's an idea or a thread that could probably stand to be open,, let's do that pls (like, if you want our charries to be friends they could develop a sort of bond through open threads and eventually have a private thread once they've gotten to know each other and can actually do something other than sit and stare at each other haha)

he's also up for having one or two really close friends (that will find out he kinda lied to them hardcore in the future lmfao). when he's into his apprenticeship he'll also be open for a boyfriend, but i wanna hold off on that since he's a kid right now

i also really want him to have a good male role model or kind of like a father figure since he's always needed and lowkey wanted one. he'll be a little hell raiser for quite a while so his surrogate father figure is probably gonna need a hell of a lot of patience (oof)

and also having a mom-like figure would probably make him happy :^O

here's the fun part

he's gonna get in a ton of fights so like,,, if your character is kind grumpy or antagonistic or something like that,,, hmu

other than that!!! if you have any other ideas let me know. sorry this thread is so unorganized lol

Spiderkit's ears flicked as somebody made an announcement of some sort. StarClan? Something about a medicine name? He wondered if this would be important information. This clan had a weird naming system that he wasn't accustomed to, but judging by the fact that this tom just got a new name and was related to medicine, he'd guess Buzzardflight was new to being a healer? Was that important information? Perhaps he trained as a healer, and just now got a name that meant he was a professional healer? He wasn't sure. It would be neat if he were a new healer- that would be a weakness to exploit, but the tom's confidence didn't seem to hint towards that. Huh. Well, anyway, he'd make note of it. It was the first interesting thing to happen since he joined, after all. He averted his burning gaze and went back to chewing on rabbit bones. He wasn't hungry- just bored, but he refused to play mossball. What a dumb game.