[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]"Who do you think put me in here, Father?" he said icily, while Orion let out another, louder hoot and clicked his beak. Horrible... but I suppose I'll be feeling better in a week or so. he answered his sister through telepathy. Echoingcub knew that reading lips all day must be heard, and he wanted to make things a little easier for Ayaka.
Posts by Echoingcub
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]Echoingcub, accompanied by Orion as usual, limped up and stared at the floating tail. That was strange.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]Hm... so Sleepypaw and Westpaw liked each other, eh? But Maskedcub seemed to feel something for Sleepypaw, and Echoingcub had taken a liking to Westpaw. Maybe this could work out if everything went smoothly. Golden eyes narrowed in thought, the lynx hobbled over, Orion perched on his shoulders. "Interesting."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; background:url(http://www.wallpaper77.com/upl…-wallpapers-1920x1200.jpg); width: 450px; height: 290px; color: #929292; font-size: 7pt; text-align: center;][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 2px solid #929292; overflow: auto; height: 250px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; opacity: 0.7; margin-top: 12px; text-align: justify;]Name » Echoingpaw > Echoingverses
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 365px;]Nicknames » Echo
Reason for Name? » N/A
Last Name? » None[/fancypost]
Age » Seven moons
Birthday » January 10th, 2014
Sex » Male
Gender Identity » Male
Sexuality » Bisexual, although he protests to be straight
Zodiac Sign » CapricornAlliance » DarkClan
Rank » Lieutenant
Past Alliances » None
Past Ranks » Cub > Lieutenant > CommanderSpecies » Eurasian Lynx
Fur Color » The typical tawny shade
Eye Color » Golden
Body Structure » Slightly feminine, lean, and skinny
Physical Disabilities » N/A
Unique Markings & Traits » N/A
Companion » Orion, a male snowy owlMultiple Possessions? » Yes
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 365px;]List bodies here »
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 330px;]• Eurasian lynx
• Cream tabby
• Cougar
• Serval[/fancypost][/fancypost]Mental Disorders? » N/A
Masculine or Feminine? » Masculine
Views on Homosexuality » N/APowers » Multiple possessions and telepathy
Favorite Color » Charcoal grey
Favorite Flower » N/A
Hobbies » Training his pet owl Orion
Favorite Meal » ThrushLeast Favorite Color » Anything bright and happy
Least Favorite Flower » Sunflowers
Least Favorite Chores » Grooming himself
Least Favorite Meal » Fish or squirrelGoals & Dreams » Become a high position ( )
Have a mate and kids (x)
Reach the position of Ranger ( )
Acquire a mentor ( )
Fears » Disappointing Lancelot or his fatherMost Valuable Virtue » Loyalty
Most Shamed Vice » IgnoranceFavorite Time of Day » Night
Favorite Season » Winter
Favorite Weather » SnowDarkness or Light? » Darkness
Left or Right? » Left
Sky or Sea? » Sky
Indoors or Outdoors? » Outdoors
Hot or Cold? » Cold
Religion or Science? » Science
Structured or Creative? » Structured
Modern or Traditional? » ModernFirst Food Caught » Mouse
First Word Said » Dada
First Friend » Orion
First Injury » A few dozen bee stingsMate » None
Crush » Westpaw
Children » Thirteenthkit, Rainkit, and Hadeskit
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 365px;]• Name | Age | ♀/♂ | Clan[/fancypost]
Past Mates & Lovers »Mother » NPC
Father » Shadowcraft
Brothers » Maskedpaw
Sisters » Ayaka, Sleepcub
HP Relations » ShadowcraftClosest Friends » Orion
Friends » Westpaw
Acquaintances » Most of DarkClanWorst Enemy » Mentalissues
People they Dislike » Silentwisp
Friendly Rivals » Maskedcub[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]"Westpaw, can I do anything to help?" Echoingcub murmured, focusing his golden gaze on the apprentice.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]Golden eyes curious, the poultice-covered cub limped over, Orion gliding down to land on his shoulders. She wanted to learn more about their ranks? Huh.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]"Good riddance, you lying little..." Echoingcub was about to call her an idiot again or something, but stopped; even though she wasn't a DarkClanner anymore, he could still get a whack in the head from Shadowcraft.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]"You can't eat just herbs. You'd starve, and it's an enormous waste of resources." Echoingcub stated blankly, staring at Altair. She seemed almost as dumb as Mentalissues.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]"If you're going to go invisible, you may as well take off your covering." Echoingcub said emotionlessly, spotting a floating cape flickering behind a tree. "I'm Echoingcub. A cub." No duh.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]"Sleepypaw. Can I be of assistance?" Echoingcub questioned blandly, limping over with Orion perched atop his shoulders.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]"As I said before, your cloak ruins the effect." Echoingcub stated, staring at the floating cape with a small frown.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]"Name and business?" Echoingcub asked, curling his lip at the foul scent of WindClan. Orion, sensing the lynx's distaste, clicked his beak and made eye contact with Tulippaw.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]"I thought you didn't eat meat?" Echoingcub said dryly, raising an eyebrow. To him, there was no point to killing an animal that was doing perfectly fine on its own then not eating it.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]( gonna post with orion, echoingcub's snowy owl c: he's available for capture/slight injuries, but no maiming or killing please /w\ )
Orion, dark eyes narrowed, glided down to flap beside Shadowcraft. Sure, the lab wasn't his favorite person in the world, but he was a clanmate, and the avian was prepared to fight tooth and nail beside him.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]Golden eyes emotionless, Echoingcub limped up beside Orion.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]"It was doing fine on its own- it was still alive, wasn't it?" Echoingcub asked with a frown, kicking the half-chewed squirrel back to Altair.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 525px][align=center][size=8][font=georgia]Echoingcub had only kicked it on the ground, and it had been sent skidding a few inches away from even touching Altair; she must have levitated it or something to hit herself in the face. Idiot. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, the lynx just frowned and called, "it's still a waste of herbs that could've helped cats who actually needed it- no matter if they haven't been picked yet.