Posts by Angryangel Innocence

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name|| Angryangel Innocence Starke
gender|| Hermaphrodite (Considered Male)
sexual orientation:|| Pansexual
age|| 34 moons
alliegance|| Windclan Skyclan Windclan The Fallen The Exiles Blizzardclan Windclan The Rift
rank|| WarriorHonorguardBodyguard Aspiring Council Member Enchanter (deputy) Angel (vice-leader) Advisor Warrior
species|| Russian Tundra Wolf (main body)
apprentice(s)|| n/a
past apprentices: Crossedgalaxies, Frenchpaw(kisses),
past significant others|| Fevered Innoncence
current siginificant other none
friends|| Tinypaw, Micah, Crossedgalaxies, Soul Eater, Mockingjay, Thousandlies, Fadedglory, Fevered Innoncence, Finnishwars, Hazeleyes, Isabelle, Dimitri Hellfire, Joel, Marten, Katerina, Ghost, Katherine Darling, Snowy, Sam, so many others I'm too lazy to add
enemies|| Aspen Cassanova, Spottedheart
*** strikethrough = deceased or missing/gone

personality|| Lacks Nostalgia || Corrupt || Fickle || Cynical || Sympathetic || Discontented || Amused || Sensitive || Observant || Insecure || Eloquent || Graceful || Mocking || Charming ||

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phobias|| 'Mellontophobia' - Fear of the future, especially the end of the world

"And by the way, my Greek friends tell me that if I want to coin the term for the fear of the future, it could be 'mellontophobia', which, like most other phobias, is not a desirable state of mind."

Deaquaphobia - Fear of deep water

medical conditions|| He is an insomniac with chronic insomnia.

appeance|| From nose to tail tip, this slender beastie is lavished with conversing patterns. Held fast on delicate paws are limbs with strips of golden yellows crissing, crossing, and spattering in the natural pelt. Hidden and shadowed beneath the paws is a thin padding of bold blue-grey, with scarring knots made by thorns, rocks, and gravel on the surfaces. The claws, tiny and unnoticed, are actually very clean and resemble new-born sharpness. Bled pricks of fading sunlight slide down haltingly as the ribcage begins; acrylic blue of a velvet-like blush claim the ends of the tail and auricles. The chilling visions are like a late winter day, while freezing outdoors, just inside is a warm mug and perpetual fire only waiting to be met. The externals on the skin are crisp and scattered in indiscriminate positions, but while in such a way, the pelt appears yet unforseenly attractive.

Everything about Angryangel is unfortunately frail, limber, or petite. He looks literally like his gender makes him, part male, part female. He demands to be called a 'he', and is irked whenever someone fails to do so. He has delicate paws and slight, graceful curves at his sides, but powerful (underdeveloped) muscles and moves with a graceful, well-balanced gait. His pale blue eyes are his most distinctive trait, aside from the wings on his back, and always look a little like they may be glowing. He wears an unrepeating coil of cyan rope around his neck where a large and bloody meat hook is hung as its charm. Its only other accessory is near the base of its neck, three darkly-tipped feathers tangled in smoky tufts.

**note: he paints himself in order to have the unatural coloring on his fur & wings!!

history|| Once a proud wanderer but living in fear and hardship all by himself, he traveled from place to place. Later, the insane feline took refuge in Windclan. **Original History, will update someday!

powers|| invisibility, ability to absorb spirits (3), the sight, shape-shifting (domestic feline, russian wolf, golden eagle, black Sumatran tiger)
**Power List not updated!

**note: he has wings for his domestic cat, wolf, and tiger bodies. all bodies are painted like his main one.

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Hey~

Summerkit and Angryangel could meet. Maybe they could become buddies or something?

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Darkness swarmed the system of caves that the painted warrior of Windclan clambered through. With the eyes of a cat, picking up the light from the cave mouths allowed seeing to be easy. Noises of his clammates echoed off the cave walls all around. It was a happy, friendly environment, but Angryangel could only feel a certain discomfort tugging at his charcoal pelt.

What was with him and his surprising strong mentality to succumb to childish fears? He reminded himself of a newborn kit with his odd aversion of the dark. He would bet his next meal that some kits were far braver than he. Sighing, he folded his boldly hued wings closer to his sides. He should be used to the darkness of the caves by now; he had been living in Windclan for many, many moons.

A sudden, sharp pain in his left paw pad made him cry out and fall, toppling over on the stony cave floor. He picked himself up quickly, wings flailing, to glance around like he’d wished no other Windclanner could have seen. Shivering with embarrassment, he lifted his paw to see the damage. A single tiny pebble stuck at the bottom, and he painfully flicked it away. Was that miniscule rock really what caused him such commotion? He had to be getting more wimpy by the minute.

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Alright. Here's the thread:

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1616602.new#new

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The insomniac heard the muffled noise of someone approaching and gave an inward moan of disappointment as he realized he had not gone unnoticed. Another feline came up to him, materializing from the blackness. She was a young cat, a very small apprentice or, more likely, a kit. He simpered at her comment at being out late. Boy, he thought, I'm always out late. He nodded at her, only frowning when she spoke again.

The winged male's eyes sparked with interest as he padded toward the she-cat, extending his ornately patterned wings proudly. "No, that wasn't me at all," Angryangel replied, transforming his brooding frown to give the kit a mischievous grin. He ignored the smarting pain in his left paw for now.

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Looking for plots for Angryangel. His bio is in my signature if anyone’s curious or wants to know more on his character.

Plots I’m Open for:

|| Apprentices (if I want him to have another)
|| Friendships
|| Rival/Enemies
|| Dreamwalking/Meeting Spirits (he has the Sight)
|| Short-Term
|| Maybe Long-Term Relationships
|| One-Sided Crushes (just clarify which way)
|| First-person Threads
|| AU Threads
|| Capture or Kill a Character

Any other suggestions are okay as well~

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Angryangel gazed with cyan eyes narrowed as he watched the female examine him. The charming optics only narrowing as she further questioned him. He gave an ill-tempered grumble as he shifted his gaze around the cave walls. What does she got to do with my business anyway? Little cats like her should learn to stick their noses in other things, Angryangel thought miserably. He held his wings higher and his muzzle twisted into a grimmer smile,”Are you sure? he mocked, looking back at the small feline,”Yes, I’m sure.”

He stared at her with widened eyes for a moment longer, letting the seconds slip by. Then, folding his wings neatly against his sides, he suddenly turned, padding forward a few pawsteps as if to leave the scene. He didn’t go far however. With a half-amused chuckle, the male peered over his shoulder at the fea,”Well,” He dragged out the single word,”I could have been lying. It might have been me.” Angryangel smiled with an implicative wink.

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Angryangel was wondering (rather senseless) about when he heard the call for a spar. Fighting? Nah, I don’t think so, He told himself quietly as he lowered his ears. He held his wings tightly to his charcoal pelt as he trudged on, keeping a low profile. He quickly grew angry with the direction he was going however, since the bright sunlight shone right into his eyes, paining and irritating him. He took a glance back to hide from the light, even if just for a second…and smiled.

Oh, lookie! Angryangel spied the speaker from before, a young, dark brown male,He’s not very big. I wonder why he wants to even try to fight? The winged felid changed his course, heading back to the clearing he had just skirted around. He called out in a crisp tone as soon as he was in hailing distance,”Hallo, you mention a spar. Do you intend on using that instrument there? He indicated to the knife that the cat held in his jaws. The painted male narrowed his eyes accusingly as a grim smile spread across his lips.

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If there would be a challenge, Angryangel considered himself a participant. With a slight reluctance, he forced a smile.”Oh, a contest. How delighting,” the insomniac muttered. He would be there at the right time and place to take part, he supposed. Blast it though, I’m never really good at winning games, he cursed his bad luck. Perhaps maybe, for once, that bad luck would change.

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Name: Angryangel
Gender: Hermaphrodite (Considered Male)
Basic Persona: || Lacks Nostalgia || Corrupt || Fickle || Cynical || Sympathetic || Discontented || Amused || Sensitive || Observant || Insecure || Eloquent || Graceful || Mocking || Charming ||
Have They Already Met Exiled/Portal?: The two have never met in a roleplay before, but that could be implemented for the plot’s sake if necessary.
Other: Very nice character plot idea ^^
If you need more info on Angryangel, you can view his bio in my signature.

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{OOC: Oh, he makes a pretty wimpy ‘bad boy’ at times. I’m sure he’ll love her being his fangirl crush. Lol.}

Angryangel smiled inwardly at the other feline’s scathing remark and attitude toward him. He had noticed a slight change in her when he had been prepared to leave, but it was so slight, he believed he could have imagined it. Did she want me to leave? he mused carefully,No matter, I haven’t the time to worry about that. Yet, he probably would anyway, he wasn’t the most adept at making friends.

He gave a sudden glare at the female when she spoke of him lying, charcoal fur momentarily bristling with aggression. However, instead of the further rebuke he had expected, her brief laughter startled him and he gave a scoffing wave of a paw as if to wave the incident away. Angryangel then lunged at her without warning, aiming to cuff at one of her ears. ”Of course it was me, m’kay?” He smirked at her, showing ivory teeth,”But don’t tell anyone or else I’d be embarrassed for falling.” He turned his head momentarily, taking his paw away as to give up the blow at her ear, to look toward the mouth of the cave restlessly. ”I think I’ll go out, if you don’t mind,” He said slowly.

He could care less how late it was, the whole clan was sleeping and it was hard to stay around with the caves so quiet. He couldn’t find the escape of simple sleep like any natural creature, so wandering restlessly always seemed a more suitable option than waiting in his den alone till morning came.

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A pang of guilt moved through Angryangel as he realized he had intended to aim a hit at the younger cat. He thanked whatever unconscious moral instinct within him that had prevented the blow from connecting. He quickly gained his composure however and gave a snarky reply,"You look like the type to gossip. I wouldn't want the likes of you spoiling my rep." The painted warrior gave the she-cat a devilish smile, obviously enjoying his own jeering.

He acknowledged the tremor that ran down the small female's body when he said that he'd leave her, but he only shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be uninterested. After she spoke a second time he turned his head to look her in the eyes with his own pale, glossy orbs,"That's better," he said pointedly at the politer tone that he was spoken to in,"But, I'm certainly not taking a step away from here with someone I don't even know. I have no need to be kind to strangers."

Angryangel directed a paw at the fea, unsheathing a single claw to point at her. With a mocking grin still upon his maw, he open his mouth to speak again,"But, I suppose if you tell me who you are, I can make some allowances for you to come along. I mean, maybe."

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Angryangel nodded at the smaller feline. Yeah, she’d better not let her tongue slip… He hoped wildly that she’d keep her promise to never tell his secret. It wasn’t so much of an embarrassment that a feeble pebble had hurt him (well, thinking now, that sounded bad too), rather than it was embarrassing that he had fallen down so ungraciously. He loved his own grace and gait of walk and any sort of clumsiness in himself or in others was a disgusting thing. He took his paw back from before Summerkit to set it against the cool stony floor, sheathing the claw. And, he couldn’t help himself from chuckling at what she had said.

”So, your only a kit?” He asked teasingly, his mirth subsiding, ”That’s adorable.” He grinned ridiculously at Summer. He found her quite large and mature for only a young kit, but he supposed she must be nearing the age of an apprentice. Lucky her, He thought, apprentice age is so much fun. He had little room to speak of her youthfulness, however, since he had only been a warrior for nearly one moon.

His frown returned quickly when she poked at him for a name. ”Me? I don’t have to be fair and tell you my name,” He swished his tail back and forth once, gazing at the kit. As he looked back at her, his spirits seemed to be lifted slightly under the attentive gaze of the female. He gave a lofty huff,”Alright, I’m Angry. Angryangel.” He had to stop himself from groaning with disgust. What an awful name, He growled to himself, What was my mother once thinking? And to think I was once called Angrykit? Could it be that I was always so barking mad? He slowly blinked dislike out of his eyes and decided it be best to return a friendly smile.

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Angryangel screwed his face up to a grimace at the little apprentice’s snide speech. The charcoal pelted warrior looked over his painted coat, looking admiringly at the colors for a moment before turning his head back to the brown cat, "Thanks,” he spoke in a slight hiss. He leaned closer to the apprentice, watchful eyes inspecting the tiny knife. He knew that it may be dangerous to spar with someone with such a weapon, but he didn’t want to look like a coward and back out now. ”Seems…fair,” Angryangel commented at measure.

He had noticed others joining around him, and he flashed them a few smiles. In reality though, he found their presence unnerving and the thought of spectators made his blood pulse faster. He looked to the smoky-colored canine that had said that she would join. Well, He thought to assure himself, at least I won’t be the only participant. His pricked his ears at the spotted brown felid that originally called for a spar,”Any other rules?”

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A scent of a stranger came quick on Angryangel’s nose. He tried to identify such a scent, but nothing familiar came. Anit-clanner? No. Proclanner? No, again. Hmm, Angry thought to himself,What could you be? He moved toward the scent of the stranger, pointing his blue-tipped ears against his head in a slight sign of aggression.

He had been out enjoying the territory and getting away from the noise around camp. The high mountains were always a fun place to visit, if one knew how to navigate them well enough. The dizzying heights were also always a lot of fun, especially for the painted tom, who had a thirst for such high places, possibly much stronger than his necessary thirst for water. Likewise, today was also hot on the territory of Windclan.

He squirmed himself between the logs of fallen trees and ducked below the limbs and branches that hung near the undergrowth, hugging his flightless wings against his sides. Soon, this stranger came into his line of sight. It was a dark pelted male. The stranger moved along, hardly looking where he was going, never knowing that Angryangel may be watching him as he did so. Still, Angry was unsure of his motives and he was already trespassing on his clan’s territory without waiting at the border for proper invitation. The uncanny and unstated motives of the trespasser bothered the Windclan warrior, though he’d hate to admit it.

Without knowing why this stranger was here, Angryangel was unsure on his course of action. He tried to fight down his instinct of aggression at the sight of an intruder and take this with a calmer manner. His fought the emotions, but no ‘calmer manner’ graced him. The warrior stayed hidden in the undergrowth of the forests that surrounded the caves and mountains of the Windclan territory, waiting for a clearer sign of action.

{OOC: Permission to read emotions with The Sight?}

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Username: Yetinsane.
Character name: Angryangel
Character age: 13 moons
Powers: invisablility & ability to absorb spirits & the sight & mutation of flightless wings & multiple possessions

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|| Tracking as well.

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After Summerkit had spoken part of his name incredulously and there became a brief pause of silence, Angryangel sheathed and unsheathed his claws in slight nervousness. He relaxed only once she’d told him his name really wasn’t so bad. He blinked at Summer’s suggestion of calling him Angel. He frowned slightly at her, a little disapproving-like,”For you, sure,” He said, flicking her with a wing-tip,”But isn’t that a girl’s name?”

He chuckled slightly to himself, as he stood up straighter. He was quickly growing tired of these claustrophobic walls and plaguing darkness of the caves. Outside, a thin moonlight came down to caress the open ground. He wanted to be away from the sleep-like breath of his clanmates slumbering in their dens. He would rather see them in the morning when he didn’t envy their sweet escape. Of course, he usually wandered alone. He never thought a kit would be the likely one he’d find any company in.

”Let’s go,” Angryangel directed his head toward the cave’s entrance,”That is, if you’re still coming.” He gave her a teasing smirk as he pranced to the mouth of the cave. He looked back at the coquettish kit as he waited by the entrance, secretly hoping, and secretly knowing, that she’d be joining him. ”Why are you out so late anyway? Don’t you ever get tired?” the painted tom asked from afar.

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{OOC: I think you jinxed me, internet deleted my original post. xD}

Angryangel sighed; he wished he had the energy of this kit. The sun had been down for hours and she wasn’t even dropping an eyelid. He smiled when she came up beside him and he tugged his wings against his sides again, as if to allow more space next to him. ”Well, don’t die on me,” He said with his crisp tone of voice,”I’ll leave you where you lie if you fall asleep on the territory. No use hauling you back.” Especially, when I don’t plan on returning till morning, Angryangel added to himself. He flicked his painted blue tipped tail at her in an order to follow.

Out from beneath the cave mouth was filled with the cool reminders of night. A chilling wind blew over the mountains, the ground sat damp, and the moonlight illuminated the darkest shadows on the edges of the rock face. Angryangel’s claws scrabbled against the stone as he climbed up the rocks, going higher and higher. He stopped, however, on a large rock to watch for Summer, feeling stupid for seeming like he’d forgotten she was there as he had went on his way. ”Hey, I forgot to say. We’re heading up this small mountain here. It’s my favorite place in Windclan territory.” He squinted back through the darkness as to try and catch a glimpse of the she-cat.

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Angryangel snarled, bloodshot eyes wide with insane excitement, as he sprang into the battle from the Windclan side. His painted, multi-colored wings were outstretched at his sides, making him appear much, much larger and battle-ready. He cast his judging cyan optics about the dirty Bloodclan camp to spot Tinypaw, a fellow Windclanner, being held down by a Bloodclan wildcat. The Bloodclanner seemed to be speaking to the young cat and Angryangel hissed. What nonsense could that wretched Blooclanner be filling that apprentice’s mind with? Angry thought grimly,We’ll see how she deals with the likes of me!

He paced nearby the two cat’s scuffle, back and forth, back and forth. An angry yowling escaping and growing in his throat. He swept up the bloodied meat hook that was held around his neck by a colored rope in his maw, ready now to officially attack. He strode headlong toward [color=teal]Feveredinnocence, who was atop the brown hued apprentice. The insomniac lifted his hook in his maw and aimed a swipe with it at the winged Bloodclanner’s side, his unsheathed claws also raised in hopes of connecting with one side of her face.