Posts by MaSKEDCUB.

[font=georgia][size=8]If Colonels counted as an SHP, Maskedcub arrived as well.

[font=georgia][size=8]( just a bad sprain c; it boosts my muse to do stuff to him )

And Golden had allowed Shadowcraft to position the sopping wet lynx on the husky's shoulders. Maskedcub breathed deeply, feeling the scent of his father's determined form lift him up. The young male knew that he was safe if his father had arrived. That was the way things worked. "Ah, I apologize for creating this commotion." The Colonel muttered, not daring to test out his injured paw's abilities quite yet.

[font=georgia][size=8]"Query me a truth, please, father." Maskedcub chose. It seemed as if Shadowcraft's dares all were related to love, and he did not wish for that.

[font=georgia][size=8]Maskedcub copied the movements of his father once more, but this version, he sliced open the belly of his own fish and exposed the sharply scented flesh. "Indeed we shall." And with that, the young male leaned down and sunk his alabaster teeth into the fish's belly, relishing the strong flavor.

[font=georgia][size=8]"Greetings, Medusa. I would be willing to go on this patrol." Maskedcub meowed, nodding to those that had arrived after himself. The young lynx often did not mention names, and so he chose not to list any at all this time around.

[font=georgia][size=8]Shadowcraft had been summoned, and it was Maskedcub whom appeared at this moment. A bird - an owl, to be more precise, and the lynx enjoyed it precise. "Echoingcub. That is a snowly owl, yes?" He mewed to his brother, padding up.

[font=georgia][size=8]"Perhaps I shall attain a pet. I do not know how, however." Maskedcub meowed, nodding to the meerkat.

[font=georgia][size=8]Maskedcub reached the ground softly, and immediately an ache washed through his right forepaw. The young male pulled it away from the earth and turned to nod to Westpaw. "Yes, of course you may. It causes me pain." The emotionless Colonel did not need soothing, for his processing did not turn to panic but to logic. He must be injured if he was in pain. Therefore, a medic must see to him. End of story.

[font=georgia][size=8]"No, I have not been physically or emotionally injured by another being. I do not wish for this to happen in the future." Maskedcub replied to his father, stoically and truthfully with optics fixed directly on the lynx(?)'s face. He looked Shadowcraft in the eyes, the most honest way to tell if a creature was being truthful.

[font=georgia][size=8]"As a solution, Echoingcub, may I suggest that you ask Orion to keep himself an agreed upon distance from father at all times? Our father has a justified reason to dislike winged beasts." Maskedcub meowed. Orion was not necessary, no, but a good contribution. He could be similar to a messenger pigeon, only an owl.

[font=georgia][size=8]( whispers want to time skip to something more than eating? xD )

[font=georgia][size=8]"I do not wish for a poppy seed, but I thank you, Westpaw. I shall rest." Maskedcub meowed, nodding to the medic trainee. Sprained, well, that was alright. It was better than having a broken ankle.

[font=georgia][size=8]Maskedcub was stuck in camp with his sprained ankle, and so the arrival of Rubypaw with a snake caught the young male's attention. He slowly rose off the ground and padded over on three legs towards the large dog, nodding to her as he approached.

[font=georgia][size=8]"What sort of creature is that, Sleepypaw?" Maskedcub meowed to his fellow Colonel, gazing upon the squirrel monkey.

[font=georgia][size=8]Ayaka accompanying a bird, and lovingly. Oh, their father would not be very pleased when he arrived at the scene. That was Maskedcub's prediction as he slowly padded up, keeping his weight off his injured paw.

[font=georgia][size=8]"Would you like some assistance, Sleepypaw?" Maskedcub asked the colonel, staring at the monkey with curiosity.

[font=georgia][size=8]Maskedcub was not unsure what method of entertainment he should take on. The young lynx was in camp for three days, due to having sprained his ankle, which had so far resulted in a feeling of boredom spreading over the male. "Would anybody wish to play a game of sorts?"

[font=georgia][size=8]( STOP MAKING ME CRY ;v; )

"Sleepypaw, are you feeling normal?" Maskedcub asked, padding up to the strangely acting femme muselessly.

[font=georgia][size=8]"A trivia game. I wished to play this yesterday, though now I am glad I have an activity to do, being stuck in camp. We ask each other questions, about subjects such as the history of DarkClan and hunting, and whomever answers the most correctly wins the game." Maskedcub mewed.

[font=georgia][size=8]"Father? Is something amiss?" Maskedcub asked, padding up beside his brother and nodding to the lynx. His paw still was swollen, and yet he was alright. There was negative information to be told? "Oh. My condolences for your loss, father." He meowed upon hearing the news.