Posts by JERICHO !

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Nodding at Whitepaw's approval, he placed the leaf sandwich carefully off to the side as he began making another. Jericho's tiny paws worked speedily and effiecietly, with a presicion that he had taught himself from spending all that time making flower crowns.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Spirits? The young male approached the group, unable to see the ghosts, shooting his half-sister a curious glance. Jericho had heard of cats that could speak to spirits, though apparently he was not one of them, being completely clueless on the subject.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Spotting his mother, Jericho trotted forwards. Was this going to be a meeting of some sort? Offering Archipelagostar a slight smile, the rather small tabby seated himself, tail wrapping across his paws as he waited for the she-cat to speak.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The young tomcat took a pace back from the corpse, swallowing hard and nodding. A proper burial was what the medicine cat apprentice had deserved, at the least. Jericho glanced towards Whitepaw once more, waiting to see what the canine's colleague would think about exactly where they would dig the grave. It had been his idea, after all.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]A pet? Well, thankfully, they weren't going to kill it or eat it. Jericho watched the bird for a moment, eyeing it hesitantly, before turning to the two others. "I'm n-no good at f-fishing," the tomkit spoke up quietly, "Th-though I s-suppose I could h-help with the w-worms."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]/ships jericho with everyone

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]"C-congrats, miss," Jericho called out softly as he approached. Miamipaw probably wasn't much older than him, but the kitten thought it polite to call people miss or mister. So, the medicine cat apprentice was going out with ComicCon? Well, he seemed nice- so did Miamipaw, actually.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]character name: Jericho
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]( feel free to beat up jericho c: )

The small, fragile-looking kitten's amber eyes grew wide as he spotted Risencorpse. Jericho had never seen the BloodClan leader before, though he'd certainly heard of him, and this cougar definitely fit the description. The young tabby wasn't quite sure what to do in this situation. Should he call a warning to his clanmates? No, that would draw too much attention to himself. Perhaps he should run? But strangely enough, the tomkit felt frozen to the spot, cowering slightly and attempting to go unnoticed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Wow, there were an awful lot of announcements lately, weren't there? Trotting forwards, the kitten would blink up at Redpaw with amber eyes, silent as he waited for the Sentinel to speak, faintly curious.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Jericho tensed, ready to run, but he had no time to move as claws flashed out and raked across his pelt, opening an long, angry wound. The kit did not scream or yell- did not even flinch, actually. The tomkit was unable to feel pain due to his disorder, but just the sight of the blood that now soaked his long fur terrified him. But the ginger tabby new he had to move, attempting to scramble away from the BloodClanners. But no sooner had he moved an inch was Jericho tossed into the air, slamming violently into the rocks and crumpling to the ground like a ragdoll.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]"M-miss?" Jericho called out hesitantly, padding forwards a bit warily. The tomkit was aware he probably shouldn't be in the medicine den, but he'd heard Miamipaw yelling and wanted to make sure nothing bad had happened. "Are y-you-" the tabby didn't have time to finish as he spotted the mess that had been made, expression faltering as he ended with a soft, "Oh."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]"H-hello," the small tabby greeted as he picked his way over to the trio. Jericho offered a light smile- albeit a bit of a bashful one, though that was nothing unusual for the shy little kitten.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]"Wh-what sort of g-game?" Jericho piped up as he padded lightly over towards the group, amber gaze flickering to Transparentkit. The kit was rather small and skinny for his age, so capture the flag really wasn't his sort of game, but perhaps he'd try.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]"Wh-what is th-that?" The small tabby's brow furrowed slightly as he approached, trying to make out what that noise was. It didn't sound like any language he'd heard of. And where was it coming from? It was loudest when as Jericho neared Pentatonix, though how she was producing the music, the young tom wasn't sure.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]tracking

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Jericho wasn't much good at running, but oh well. It sounded fun, so he'd try. "I'll p-play," the ginger tabby volunteered, offering the other tomkit a small smile as he spoke.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Jericho made his way over to the duo, having spotted the heir carrying an unfamiliar kit. "V-vani, who's th-that?" the kitten asked softly, amber gaze flickering curiously from Warkit to Vanillapaw, tilting his head to one side slightly.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]"C-congratul-lations, miss," Jericho said, not for the first time that day. It felt like there were an awful lot of cats expecting these days. Maybe he'd have some more friends his age soon, huh?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Jericho stumbled onto his paws once more. Something felt a bit... off. He couldn't feel any of his wounds, but something definitely wasn't right. How badly had he been hurt? That was the downside to congenial analgesia; he wasn't quite sure how far the damage had gone. Stumbling back to the others on paws that felt too weak to hold him up, Jericho halted by Summerpaw. "I'm f-f-fine," the young tom murmured. Or at least, he felt fine.