[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve didn't have any stories, or at least any he deemed worthy of sharing. Not that he would want to draw that much attention to himself anyways. Instead, the tomkit padded over quietly, settling down to listen and see if anyone else had anything interesting to share.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The young Honorguard approached, curious. Wings? "Those are very pretty, miss," the kitten complimented in his usual polite manner, offering the female a small smile. The golden tabby himself did not wish to every possess a pair of wings, but he felt the need to be kind and compliment Kissingkit nonetheless, as they were rather nice.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Spotting a kitten of whom he was not yet familiar with, Steve came hobbling over. He liked to know all the faces within the clan, and saw it as his duty as an Honorguard, even if it was a mere title. "Hello, miss," the golden tabby greeted, referring to her as 'miss' out of politeness. "I'm Steve," the male then added, deciding to introduce himself.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]A raid? Steve frowned slightly at the news. He was too young to attend, wasn't he? However, the golden tabby found himself nodding at the promotions a bit. They all seemed to be deserving of their new titles.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Why did his clanmates appear to be so apathetic? Not only had they captured all these creatures, but now they were marching them around like toys and working them to death. The sickly kitten, however, was furious. This wasn't right. They needed to stop this. Steve glanced over at his clanmates, finding disgust in how many did not appear to care. Never mind the fact that they hadn't crossed the border- this was awful. The golden tabby, if it weren't for his age and poor health, would have put a stop to it himself if he could. But he was just a kit. A rather ill and disabled one, at that. And never had he felt so helpless
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Was he allowed to be here? Steve wasn't quite sure if he was to be honest, but he was and Honorguard and really just interested to hear this conversation. So the sickly young male hobbled in, making as little noise as possible upon his arrival, not wanting to draw attention to himself as he listened. An alliance with BloodClan? The golden tabby had seen many gory deaths of fellow WindClanners at the paws of BloodClan, and yet, he knew many former BloodClanners of which he looked up to and respected- so they all couldn't be bad, right? While the kit felt rather uncomfortable being all buddy-buddy with a clan of murders, he had to say, and alliance would be beneficial. It seemed they both had a common enemy- the Insignia. Steve really, really hated the Insignia, and he wasn't really the sort who hated people. But they were a barbaric lot, to put it simply. Marching through the territory with their train of prisoners, trailing blood and death. Awful. The mere thought of it was beginning to make him angry. Shaking his head to himself a bit as if to clear his thoughts, the disabled tomkit focused back on the two leaders. Alliance. Right. Well, it might be an interesting one, as the majority of the clan most likely would not be too fond of BloodClan, but it seemed to be the best choice.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]threads w/ steve to get my muse back up for him ??
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]//laughs bc i'm watching lotr right now
Ah. This seemed like Steve sort of thing. The Honorguard was known for straying from camp on his own far more than he probably should've, as it was technically against the rules. Not that anyone else usually listened, anyways. And a journey- well, a 'journey' certainly should be interesting. "I'll come, sir," the sickly kitten volunteered as he hobbled over, gazing up at the much-taller warrior.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]sure to both! c:
who should make?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]tracking
not going to write one bc stuck on mobile lmao
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve had already been to the Dominion and SkyClan on seperate occasions, though he wasn't too sure about BloodClan. Maybe he'd go late if he was feeling better, as Steve was still rather sick, or more so than usual.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Council of Stars? What was that? Another name for StarClan...? Steve decided not to worry about it too much. As for the promotions an demotion, well, he had to say they were deserving. The golden tabby did feel a speck of sympathy on Firepaw's part, however the raccoon had no been around lately, or at least not enough. "Congrats," the Honorguard would call out from where he sat.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve had been both inactive and sick lately, ananndnd felt incredibly bad about it in that he was not around to greet the newcomers. So despite not having left camp much recently, he remained at the entrance of the cave, calling out, "I, uh, I apologise for my abscence lately. I'd like to meet some of the newer faces, since there are bound to be some." The tabby knew well that joiners flooded into the clan.with great numbers each day- he had probably missed out on a lot.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve hadn't been around much recently, mainly due to his roleplayer being away for the week. However, here the golden tab by was, listening to the announcement. Sounded alright to him- he could do open threads.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve had little interest in herbs, though he didn't wish to die by means of accidentally eating the wrong one or something. So the sickly young male hobbled over, seating himself near the back of the crowd with ears pricked to listen.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve didn't know this female, mostly due to the fact that he hadn't been around much within the past few days, but the Honorguard came limping over nonetheless. "Nice name, miss," the golden tabby complimented quietly, nodding to the fox.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The disabled young feline didn't really like fire. Mainly due to a bad experience that had happened within one of his first days in the clan, though this appeared to be a controlled flame. The tabby would approach, though he hung back a bit almost warily.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve didn't really know Undetectedskies besides the fact that he was a Bodyguard, though he knew that he- or she, he supposed- was also usually male... Didn't he say he 'couldn't get out'? Huh. Strange.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]'Death!'
God, there had been so many. Steve had witnessed too many in his short lifetime, and the event shorter amount of time he'd been in the clan. The golden tabby couldn't remember how many there had been, but it was surely too many to count on both paws. Armin... well, Steve couldn't say he new his co-worker well, but he was too young to die. The sickly Honorguard merely stood there, peering at the corpse in grave silence.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]s creams sorry i kinda fell off the face of the earth with steve !! i was away at the beach haha
anyways um threads ?? (8
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