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The wind blew as a ladybug was lost in the slow breeze. [/size]
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[size=7pt] The grey tom blinked twice, clearing the annoying sleep that fogged his brilliantly green eyes. He padded into the medicine cat den with a bundle of marigold in his maw, stopping short when he saw the bloody tom. "Good god, what happened to you?" Setting the marigold down, Diesel tiptoed around Spot, pushing the brilliant flowers with his paw. Stopping at the paws of Hospitalflowers, the kitten looked up with nervous eyes. "Uhm, hi, Hospitalflowers. I was wondering if I could help out with.. With some sick cats." His emerald optics danced meaningfully towards Spot. Even with his little knowledge of how he got hurt, Diesel knew that the tom needed to be treated right away. That was obvious; but it had seemed as though the medicine cat hadn't seen the hurt tom drag himself in. The grey kitten decided to ask him a question before Hospitalflowers noticed. "How did you hurt yourself? That will help a hell of a lot if Hospitalflowers knew how." He blinked innocently at Spot.
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Sky diving. Hmm, that seemed like fun! But what was the brilliant bright thing tied to Highposition? The little kitten turned invisible mid leap, and bounded up the hill, see through in case he wasn't allowed in. Running up to the serval, he skidded to a halt and whispered into the skydiver's ear. "Hello, Highposition! This is Diesel. What are you doing today?" Such blissful ignorance. Diesel had no idea that his foot was tangled in the rope. And he was invisible, so they had no idea where he was. If his foot got stuck, then Diesel would be going along for the ride.
Yay?
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The grey kitten shook out his fur before going to stand in the outer edges of the crowd. Now what was this all about? Ah, a new cat. He poked his head through two cats, squeezing through, panting a tad. "Hello, my name is Diesel. Yours?" He had a deep, gravelly voice, echoing through his body. Diesel licked a paw, still looking at the new tom with his delicate emerald orbs. New cats meant new friends, and new friends meant more popularity. And the new tom seemed like a nice enough cat, anyhow. -
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Diesel padded up to the group, nodding at Deviantkit politely. "Oh, I love hide-and-seek! Let's play. I'll be it?" He shut his eyes, opening one when he saw that no one was going. Focusing on devvy, he sat down next to her, lowering his gravelly voice into a whisper. "Would you like to play, Deviantkit? I'm sure everyone here wouldn't tease you or be mean. I promise I won't." The tom blinked his eyes encouragingly, keeping his emerald gaze locked onto hers. Poor Devvy. He had no idea why she was so silent all the time. Maybe a major case of shyness. All the same, the grey kitten still felt sad for her, and wanted desperately to be her friend. Maybe today was the day. -
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((ah, okay. Dx))
Diesel blinked in surprise. "No, but I want to be one a hell of a lot." He smiled roughly, stretching again before turning back to Spot. "Oh, he's unconscious right now. Oops!" The kitten hadn't really been paying attention to anything at that moment. Blushing deeply, he scolded himself under his breath. At any other moment he could've messed up. But not in front of Hospitalflowers and an admirer. Of course he had to. To calm himself, the little kitten took a deep breath in and then let it back out, enjoying the rich tangs of herbs. -
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Diesel wasn't allowed to be out here.
That's why he was invisible.
The kitten leaped over the bigger pebbles, trying to be quiet as he wound his way through the crowd, again. Reaching Deviantkit, the small tom leaned over and whispered to her. "It's Diesel. Are you alright? You just have to nod." He blinked twice, then recalled that no one could see him. It was still a shock to the grey tabby, being able to turn invisible whenever he wanted. Eh. What was done was done, after all. Sitting on the rough pebbles, the tom took care not move any pebbles. -
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Diesel sat waiting in a clearing for one of the medicine cats. He had arranged to see them, but had no idea if they would come. See, he wasn't hurt or sick. No. Rather, he wanted to learn about herbs and flowers. He wanted Demonkissed or Hospitalflowers to train him a bit, one-on-one. But would this happen? The grey tom really didn't know. He had just arrived, sitting down and curling is long tail over dainty paws. Giving his chest a quick clean, the almost apprentice blinked and then sighed, waiting. Patience was not one of his better traits, so this would probably be a test to his skills. Mentally and phisically, Diesel supposed. -
[size=7pt]Display name:
((DIESEL [played by pano]
Thread link:
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1230473.new#new
Who do you need:
Hospitalflowers or Demonkissed, preferably both. xD
Reason:
Private training, if possible. It's alright if you refuse. c:[/size] -
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He supposed one cat was alright. Diesel nodded back to Deviantkit, smiling a bit. "It's a nice day, huh? I've come here to see Hospitalflowers or Demonkissed to get some inside training. You can join if you'd like, but don't tell anyone." He brushed his tail playfully over her nose, trying to get the happy smile that he thought he knew in her. Emerald eyes blinked happily, a grey tail swishing quietly in the wind. -
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Diesel nodded briskly at Devvy, still pondering over the fact of her not talking. He decided to ignore the fact. "Alright, I'm it! But no powers, kay?" The grey tom shut his orbs and began to count under his breath to twenty. Boy, he had a good plan! He was going to turn invisible himself and scare the living crap out of everyone, except Deviantkit. Maybe just a little scare. Not much though. Not as much as he was going to do to Bo! Despite his counting, the kitten opened one eye and glanced fleetingly towards the tom. This was going to be fun! Closing his eyes again, he recounted to give everyone another chance, this time aloud.
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Diesel nodded briskly towards devvy. "I'm it, but no powers, kay?" The grey tom began to count under his breath. -
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Diesel decided to sprout a silly question at the cold kitten. "Can you see me? And are you cold?" The invisible tom scooted, in a friendly way, closer to her so then she would regain warmth again. He fleetingly wondered if body warmth still went through his body when he was invisible, but then shooed the thought away with a flick of his handsomely young face. The grey tom was a tad surprised, to be truthful. Had Deviantkit really heard him? Or did she think she was hearing things? -
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Diesel choked back a laugh, managing to turn it into a hurried cough. "Sorry." He looked at her again, watching the little routine she had planned. "Oh. You want to know if this is for battles? No, it's for herb training. I'm sorry if you misunderstood." He blinked at her again. The image of Devvy sneezing came back, and this time Diesel couldn't hold in the laughter. He fell back, head thumping the ground and his stoumach hurting from laughing so hard. "I'm sorry," he coughed between laughs. "It's just- you looked so funny!" Managing to control his state of hysteria into a slow chuckle, the grey tom pulled himself up again and then straightened his back. -
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Something that started with a 'q'? Well, Diesel had a quartz crystal that he had found in the river that morning, and had grabbed it because of it's shininess. Now he grabbed it in his jaws and pushed it next to Devvy's feather, of the same bird as the one he had ate for breakfast. "Hello, sir. This is a quartz crystal. Quartz starts with a q." The grey tabby's tail lifted higher into the air. -
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The kitten's laughing stopped short. "You have no claws? Oh, that's terrible." Diesel gave the shekit an apologetic look. Poor devvy. She was a lovely kitten, and shouldn't be shamed with such a terrible condition. "I would take that away from you, you know. I would make myself have none, not you." His voice dropped into a whisper. All the tom felt right now was anger and sympathy. Diviantkit was the worst kitten to have no claws. It should've been him. "How did it happen?" -
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"Did you get hurt?" Diesel blinked again. "Or were you born with them? Shake your head for the first question, and nod for the second." The realization was starting to creep into Diesel. Devvy couldn't speak. She was mute. And, for some strange reason, the tom felt more friendly affection towards her. -
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"Can you see what I'm doing right now?" Diesel stuck out his tongue and did a little dance, stirring a small pebble near Devvy. -
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Diesel padded up to the group, yawning a bit. He was late;; as usual. The tom stretched, trying to clear all thoughts of sleep from his brain. Sitting at the edge of the group, the Tom waited patiently to see if there was anything important going on. -
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((mm. i'm waiting for my thread to be posted in, so this was a backup.