Posts by Angryangel Innocence

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Angryangel always roamed at night. He was a little afraid if the dark, but when he couldn't sleep and was feeling that familiar feeling of restlessness, he knew little else of what to do. He had insomnia, after all. He scaled along the ridges, rocks, and crevices. He had a passion for all things high up and he enjoyed the climbing. When he saw two figures, blackened by the night, he stopped.

He knew they were possible clanmates of his, but he didn't say anything, but rather slinked down on his paws to place his belly lower to the ground, staying out of sight. He didn't want attention drawn to himself, and he always felt odd around others he met in the middle of the night.

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Sure, I'll bite. I usually draw felines and canines and I have dabbled in drawing dragons, so I'll give it a try.

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An approach of a dark-pelted apprentice distracted him and heard a feminine voice speaking. He relaxed since he realized that it was unlikely he'd be noticed with so many others around. He was just feeling smug when the moonlight shimmered in chocolate eyes as the laid themselves on him. Ugh, she's looking at me, he though sourly,next time I'll hide better. Of course, next time, he would likely hide exactly the same. The canine that he could hardly make out in the dark must have had sharp eyes to spot him.

He cleared his throat, stepping up from his placement on the ground. He shook his pelt and gave his large wings a quick twitch. He came over, padding slowly and gracefully. "Good eyes," Angryangel nodded to the canine,"I didn't think I'd be seen." He thought the German shepherd wrapped in her blanket was an amusing sight and his eyes let slip his true feeling of such amusement.

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Angryangel looked up from his ugly pouting to see Summer and Foolskit's approach. He looked to Foolskit,"I can't really read either. I just want to. You might could learn... since you're young," he spoke, looking off into the wind.

He looked over to his friend Summer with an flick of his eyes,"You keep papers?" he asked before sighing,"But I wanted that paper, the one that's gone. I don't suppose any of you know how to make a poem. If we could, then it would be like it was replaced." Angryangel cast a look over the gathered Windclanners, not really sure that any of them seemed the sensitive, poetic type.

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"First of all, I completely deny hiding," Angryangel said in embarrassment,"I was watching." He didn't want to say that he didn't get along with others well and that's why he kept his distance. Though a bit of this thought did bleed through in his nearly colorless orbs.

He thought this canid seemed okay, she had a rather dry sense of humor, but she certainly did not seem like she would be the one to scold him for hiding. He tried to edge nearer to the few animals that had gathered, glad to be around others than alone in the darkness. He certainly understood her comment on staying awake at night, only he stayed awake not more during the day, not more at night. He seemed to always be awake no what color the sky was.

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Angryangel mentally celebrated the ceasing of the godawful racket. He flicked his ears and gave a slight shake of his head, "I think I'll agree."

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Angryangel was glad to hear Summer had had lessons. Then hope would not be completely lost. He started to smile slightly when he stopped, looking at Foolskit. He was not sure if it was fate or his own gut feeling trying to tell him this but he couldn't help but feel suspicious about Foolskit's offer to attempt the writing art. Eh, everyone will do fine, he supposed. So, nevertheless, Angryangel replied, noticing the small pool of helpers he had to work with,"That's right, we could try," he said to them.

He paused for a brief moment as he rolled his eyes upward like he was trying to recall something from the back of his mind. Finally, he looked back and said,"Okay, the poem on my paper had went like this 'last night, with many cares and toils oppressed. Weary, I laid myself down on a couch to rest.' It doesn't make sense to me, but I thought it had sounded beautiful where it was going." He wasn't sure if his clanmates could help him recreate the poem like shoving missing pieces into a jawsaw puzzle, but he merely hoped and shrugged.

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Angryangel frowned deeply at the cowering feline. His attack on the dark-pelted cat had been less than satisfying. He almost considered letting the loner go, but the cat had made no move to flee since the start of their encounter. He leaned his head down, the hook on his necklace swaying, to bite at the loner's ear. He took his head back quickly though, only half-afraid the cat might retaliate. He suddenly got a very, very good idea. Not a very agreeable one, but a perfect one in his bloodshot eyes.

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Thin, sharp claws burned down his wing, shredding feathers, that he had sent into the attacking she-cat Bloodclanner. With a pained growl he pushed his wing harder against the tortieshell. The only good that came of the claws striking his wing was that the pain shocked him out if his half-dazed state from the telepathic attack she'd had first sent upon him.

He felt her land, surprised that she was still there hanging on to his wing. I hope that landing hurt you, Bloodclanner, he thought as he peered over his wing at Scarlett with his ever-tired, bloodshot eyes. Shock flashed across his face when he felt her teeth clamp down on his wing and begin to pull. He panicked slightly, ripping his wing back towards himself, causing himself even more pain. He also stumbled slightly, off balance.

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Angryangel frowned at the German Shepard's comment on his hiding. She was right and that's why he was seething. A few others padded up, thankfully, to make the situation less awkward for him. He studied the dog that was curled up on the blanket and answered her,"I doing the same as usual. Well, I guess," he seemed more curious in why Aleu was cuddled up under the stars and he asked,"How about you? How are you doing? And are you planning to sleep here?" He made the assumption by how she was lying with her blanket. She seemed to have made a sort of home here...

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{OOC: lol, Foolsplay. That poem deserves an award. xD}

Angryangel blinked a few times, trying not laugh at Foolskit's performance. "Well, that was interesting, Foolskit. But, it was beautiful. Uh, in a way," Angryangel spoke to the kit, hiding that he was truly impressed. He especially liked how the kit had changed his eyes throughout his recitation.

He turned to Ryhmekit, smiling. Of course, surely she'd know what to do. "Hallo, Rhymekit. You have heard something about poetry. I've lost my poem I was trying to learn, so we're making the best new one. Think you could help?" he asked the kit. She was clever, he knew, so he had no worries. He'd have the perfect poem in no time.

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Angryangel tried to smile at the young black canine. He hadn't meant to offend her or startle her. He gave a glance to Fireflyspark, a bit of pity crossing his glossy, cyan optics. He could tell the general was tired or sad or both. He gave the tiger a quick nod of greeting.

He looked back to Aleu,"Your home is... nice. Good to know your doing fine as well." he spoke more carefully, more slowly this time, as to not spark the same reaction out of the candid like the last time he'd opened his mouth and spoken.

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Angryangel smiled at the calico kit, happy for her help. He take any he could get. He tried wrapping his tail around his paws as he sat, but it was a little too short, so he set his wings against himself instead, to appear more comfortable. "That's all I ask," he said, dipping his head to the advisor and, also, apparent poetry master.

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"That is much better," Angryangel commented on the nicer music. He smiled, fascinated with the strange device by Flowerpaw's paws. It was spectacular with the things it could do, even if it only seemed to make noises.

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Angryangel bounded up,"I'll come too, if you don't mind, Harbor." He came up beside the kit, apprentice, and vixen, nodding to them each in greeting.

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Angryangel nodded in agreement. Finally, Windclan could just stand for itself and only itself, with no strings attached.

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{OOC: ooh, fancy new title. Looks like Summer's going to be an apprentice! <3}

Angryangel smiled at her thanks. Which, it was nothing really, not when you had wispy feathery appendages sprouting from your back. Thankfully, they worked great as blankets. He thought about how he'd first met her and he wondered why she decided to warm up to him instead of fight him all through the night. She had seemed like she might had been ready to. Must have been my unwavering charm, he thought pridefully to himself, knowing the thought was not serious. Surely Summer found him as charming as a slug.

He shut his eyes with one last look at Summer. She seemed to lost in her thoughts, miles away, and he hoped they were pleasant ones and not her decision on whether or not to pummel him for treating like a young kit. Which, while she was a kit, she was quickly becoming an apprentice. He sighed, realizing he'd likely never have another ceremony again. He had recently had his warrior one, so he honestly didn't miss them too much.

He felt himself slipping into something unfamiliar and he fought against it. He snapped his eyes open suddenly, trying not to disturb Summer too much. "Summer? You still awake?" he asked with a badly concealed yawn. Oh, don't fall asleep, he begged to himself, flicking his ears in an attempt to stay alert.

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Angryangel narrowed his eyes playfully at the two younger cats, making sure he didn't appear too playful. "I can hear you," he said sounding purposefully grumpy just to amuse them, but maybe it wasn't all just for amusement. He wasn't interested in their 'kit business'. He did not like to be teased, though.

He smirked back at Summer, moving toward her and trying to snatch her up by the scruff, which was a hard task because she wasn't exactly so tiny. "Yeah, and I'm especially grumpy when I'm taunted by tiny youngsters like the two of you!" He said, accidentally dropping Summerkit and turning to blink at Lui in a fake try at being menacing. He flapped his wings fiercely, like he was getting ready to take off for real and ignore that fact that he was flightless. Of course, he was only playing to the kits' interest. He didn't like to play usually, especially not with kits, but their words had persuaded him to.