[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Mental approached, looking sort of curious. What kind of anime shit was this? Blind dating? Sounded dramatic.
name: Mentalproblems Paroxysm
age: 4 years
gender: male
preference: cats named solitaryroutes females, near his age
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"Never trust someone who's just out for power..." He growled to himself as he approached, sitting down near Solitaryroutes and glaring pointedly at Nos, Will, Sasha, and Deut. He knew this would happen the moment the more "leaderly" individuals took over Sage' s rebellion. Now that Deutschland had put his foot down and given one of them power, it suddenly wasn't about getting Deutschland out of here anymore! Now that Will got to be deputy he was just going to sit back and pretend he hadn't said what he said when he tried to get Deut kicked out. His tail lashed quietly on the ground, but the Siamese tom wouldn't speak out, instead watching to see what would happen for now.
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]oi there!
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]oh shit I took longer than I expected.
Alrighty. I'm going to start on this, if anyone isn't feeling up to it anymore just say so though
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Aw, he's all flustered! He really does have a crush!" Mental snickered teasingly, grin on his maw when he approached to stand next to Solitaryroutes. He hadn't really planned on attending this, since it seemed like almost every job had already been claimed, but he just couldn't miss this. He shipped them so much already- Crow needed a relationship in his life, too. The last time Crow dated someone had been with Clovegardens, if he remembered correctly, so it was about time.
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"Well, alright..?" He said, looking over Will- no, Ben- strangely. Why did he want to have such a sudden name change? Mental would pretty much never trust name changes, since his own name change to Coldplay had only been because he was possessed and afterwards killed eight people. So.. yeah, name changes were bad news.
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The silhouette of the golden tiger sauntering over the border could be spotted from almost a mile away in the vast expanse of Mediterranean sand and bushes. His scent was identical to that of a loner, clanless and without alignment to anyone, as he had wiped away his Thunderclan scent easily using powers. Upon arriving a good bit into the territory, it became clear that he had been holding something as he placed it not-so-gently down on the ground, pausing for a moment to look over his work while also staying alert in case anyone arrived. He had earlier stormed right through here and snatched up the first Bloodclanner he saw in a fit of pure rage, and this was that Bloodclanner- Myriani, to be exact- only not exactly as spotless as they had been when Mental had first snatched them up from their own territory. The dragon-like creature's leg had first been broken to prevent her from fleeing, which allowed Mental to more easily claw and bite at her face and fins, tearing and ripping flesh from the delicate fins and leaving a large scratch going directly over her eye. Unfortunately it hadn't blinded her, though that had been his intention, but it would still give her a scar to remember him by, right? With a single grunt, the large tiger would teleport away in an instant, leaving the mauled mizutsune on Bloodclan territory to be found by whoever happened to be walking by.
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Wildlife..?" Everyone seemed to be calling the familiar name, and so he had been tempted to saunter over, a look of surprise cast over his maw as he spotted the bear. By the gods, it really was..! He stifled a gasp, unsure how to feel. The former Thunderclan deputy had been a loyal member, respectable, but.. He named Mentalpaw Mentalproblems, for Pete's sake. He didn't know the bear's intentions in doing so, but he was convinced it was some sort of personal attack on him. Dipping his head to Wildlife, Mentalproblems meowed plainly, "Didn't expect to be seeing you again. Welcome. I'm Mentalproblems, you probably remember me." Hopefully. Mental had forgotten many old faces from Witchingstar's reign, but the old bear deputy's was not one, so it would be disappointing if Wildlife forgot him.
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]idk but it wasn't me :^)
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Favorite HP: Deutschland
Favorite SHP:
Favorite non-HP:
Favorite overall character:
Favorite child: Marcel
Favorite adult:
Favorite crack ship: sasshops (Sasha x crowhops
Favorite canon ship: Solitaryproblems ofc (Does this count as voting for my character?)
Is the -
Saltiest: Mentalproblems
Most flirtatious: Nosferatu
Chillest:
Most sarcastic: crowhops
Most obnoxious: crowhops
Most frigid: Mental again (there's my two I think?)
Most Likely To -
Be a leader: Benjamin
Be a medic: crowhops
Trip and lose their memory: literally Vide
Lie about cookies when joining the Dark Side:
Join the Dark Side and actually give out cookies to joiners:
Populate the entire next generation: feliciano
Be a legend: Nosferatu
OOC
Best plotter:
Best writer:
Best RP's their character:
Most museful:
Most active: frenchiest fry
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He would make no effort to avoid the mistletoe, instead rolling his eyes. Ben probably wouldn't even dare to try. "The hell is this?"
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Egyptian gods? The concept made him slightly curious, but he'd always thought of them as myths, how an ancient culture explained science it didn't understand. He wasn't even really sure what he believed in anymore- Mental used to believe in a prophecy-oriented deity, back when he had no real friends (not even Poisonpaw!) except for the the two dumb brutes who he'd convinced of his odd religion whose names he couldn't even remember. They were two lynx siblings, he knew, and they actually weren't really his friends, more like... dumb lackeys. Regardless, when the prophecy failed to happen, and in fact Thunderclan plummeted to worse conditions than before, he abandoned them in belief that he had been forsaken. He supposed he wasn't religious anymore, then. He would just listen for now, unsure how much he was really willing to participate.
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]He hadn't counted on the fact that there would be others out to deliver mistletoe kisses, and so the Siamese male was taken by surprise by Solitaryroutes when she kissed him on the cheek. Face immediately turning red beneath his brown fur, he briefly covered his face with his paws before attempting to quickly return the kiss on her cheek.
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]First Solitaryroutes, now Crowhops? He raised an eyebrow at his oriental friend as the feathery tail curled around his neck, yellow optics flicking over his green gaze. Mistletoe was silly stuff- well, more like everyone was silly because of it. "What, you want a kiss too now?"
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Yes, good, fine." He nodded muselessly, then cocked his head slightly. His memory really wasn't all that good, because he honestly didn't have a clue who Skydreamer was. The Thai male simply shook his head to Wildlife in response to his question. "No, I haven't seen her at all in the months I've been here." He had returned sometime in September or something, and hadn't seen her once during the time period. Mental honestly highly doubted Wildlife's friend was even alive.
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]mental?
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]//need some drama :0
Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to make his own den from the side of the quarry wall. The cavern had been dug out from the rocks using his own element manipulation, and within its walls was the den of Mentalproblems, who had slept through their calls initially and had only now jolted awake because of the heavy grey smoke pouring into his lungs. He awoke in a coughing fit, immediately rising to his soot-covered paws in panic. The screams of his clanmates and the crashing noises were so surreal to him, Mental stood there for a moment, almost convincing himself that he was still dreaming his repeating nightmare about Serpentine using molecule manipulation bombs to terrorize his friends. However, the intense burning in his paws and fur was too real for that, so he could only assume this was no dream.
Crashing and screaming continued outside, and he immediately dashed towards the entrance, black paw pads scrambling over red hot embers, reluctantly abandoning his smithing tools and creations. The air was too heavy to breathe, he was right in the middle of it all, no one probably even knew he was still there! Trying not to hyperventilate, he began to step through the opening, only to hear loud cracking and heaving as another tree toppled down, its path headed straight towards his den entrance to block it. Mental hastily leaped ahead to narrowly avoid being trapped (or worse, squished), but an enormous pain erupted in his hind leg and he let out a strangled yowl. A large, flame-engulfed branch of the tree had managed to fall directly onto his left hind leg, and the flesh of it was quickly burning, making him wince and hold back cries from the searing pain.
The Siamese cat pulled his leg free, not daring to look it over for fear of what he might see, feeling burning on other parts of his fur now, though not nearly as intense as his leg. His body wracked with coughs, he pulled himself towards where he could swear he heard people speaking, dragging the almost dead weight of his leg behind him. As soon as he was nearly out of the fire and into the safe zone, he collapsed sideways, clenching his teeth and glancing around. The fire had stung his eyes and left everyone around him temporarily reduced to blurry shapes, so he had no hope for finding who he was looking for. He could barely even speak, overwhelmed by the intense lingering burning on his hind leg, but managed to call out, trying to pull himself up to his feet but being physically unable.
"Ow, fucking hell... S-Soli?! SOLITARYROUTES? CROWHOPS? Has anyone seen.. Oh, god.. H-has anyone seen them?"
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]mental?
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]mental
[fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The colorpoint feline hadn't been seen in Thunderclan since Deutchland had started that fire- the fire that resulted in Mental losing almost every one of his prized possessions, excluding what little he had been able to drag with him. That wasn't even the worst of it, though, as he'd lost something much more valuable than daggers and hammers; his hind leg. His limb had been trapped under a flaming fallen branch, and had been burnt down to the point that it was entirely unusable. Mentalproblems had also sustained several bad burns along his neck now, but none compared to his leg. He had decided to leave for a while then, living far from the camp to try and heal his wounds.
He was finally returning almost a month later, his unusable limb basically dragging behind him as he approached from the West border. It wasn't entirely limp, but he could only move it slightly, and it was entirely numb. His face was buried in the large cloth bandanna tied round his neck to protect his face from the cold December blizzard. Mental hadn't intended on spending so much time away from the clan, but learning to hold his weight with three legs took longer than he expected. Finding where his clanmates had moved to had been an easy task, since they hadn't moved considerably far from the quarry. Stopping where he was sure he could be easily found, the four year old grumbled loudly, "I'm back. Is Deutsch still in charge?" If he had been driven out, that would be good, though maybe a little disappointing. Being one of the first rebels, he would be a little upset to have missed Deutschland finally being overthrown.
