Posts by ? steve r.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]tracking
might throw steve in this but idk

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The Honorguard felt guilty in that he had never gotten to know this feline, but that was no one's fault but his own. "Uh, goodbye, sir," Steve called out quietly, despite the fact that the tom was likely already out of range.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve thought flowers were rather pretty, no matter whether it took away from his 'masculinity'. The sickly young male seemed to be lacking in it anyways. So the Honorguard would join the group as he hobbled over a bit late, observing the range of plants quietly.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Good, more co-workers. Steve, sadly, didn't know many of them, mainly due to his inactivity, which he was incredibly guilty about. Perhaps he'd get around more in the next day or so. "Congrats," the Honorguard murmured.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The golden tabby was currently wandering about outside of camp as he often was. At first his intention had been to go on a little trip to the hot springs, but then Steve somehow ended up just taking a walk with no real end destination. He needed to get around more- perhaps he'd stumble upon some clanmates while he was out.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The sickly young male came hobbling over, blinking green eyes at the group. He actually recognized most of them from just seeing the around, but Steve figured he should greet them. "Uh, hello," the Honorguard said quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Curious to see why all these WindClanners were gathered around, Steve came limping over, just managing to catch what Barry was saying. "I'm, uh, sorry about your uncle," the Honorguard said with a glance at the other male, seeing as no one else had said anything similar.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]That was mainly his fault, for he hadn't been around a whole lot lately. "Yeah, don't think so, either. I'm Steve, nice to meet you," the feline introduced, giving a little smile. He had caught the other tomcat's name, as Altopaw had spoken just moments before himself, so he didn't bother asking.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve, despite still being a kitten- and a rather fragile one at that- often wandered from camp freely. However, he had somehow never noticed this cavern, or at least, he'd never really thought much about exploring it. But now, hearing the voices of the three females echoing throughout the cave, the tomkit had decided to go investigate. The Honorguard halted just within the entrance, moving to the side so as not to block it while he looked around, observing the strange place in awe and curiosity.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]whispers i was hoping someone would recognize it

Steve whirled at the sound of Watcher's cry, his expression morphing into one of concern, thinking his clanmate had been wounded. "Are you alright?" the golden tabby asked the other kitten, brow furrowing slightly. It appeared now that she was uninjured, but he figured better safe than sorry. Glancing at the other WindClanner's upon their arrival, the Honorguard allowed a smile, saying, "Oh, uhh, hi."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve, too, had failed to see his fellow Honorguard around lately, though he didn't quite notice as much due to not really knowing the male very well in the first place. However, a clanmate was a clanmate, and the young tom felt concerned for his co-worker. Padding forwards, the golden tabby would hang back, listening in silence, as he was afraid he had little comforting to say.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The young male didn't think he'd have much skill in the art of trap-making, plus his roleplayer's muse was basically nonexistent, so Steve decided just to watch for now, seating himself on the sidelines.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The sickly young Honorguard came hobbling over, spotting a couple of unfamiliar faces. "Hello," Steve greeted politely as he sat, before his green gaze shifted to Paintedfaces and Micah, both of which he did not know before responding to the female's earlier question, "I'm Steve, by the way. Nice to meet you, miss."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]cHARLES XAVIEr
heavy breathing

The disabled kitten came limping over, peering curiously at the stranger. Another joiner, most likely. Nearly all of them were. The Honorguard remained silent, flicking his striped tail as he awaited the male's reply to Tsukishima's question.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]( he'll probably come back eventually, though not any time soon bc no muse ;w; )

The young Honorguard lay in his nest. He could've been sleeping, really, if it weren't for the fact that his chest failed to rise and fall as it would have if he were still alive. His death seemed somewhat peaceful, but it had been doubtful that the young tom would live into warriorhood at all- it was a shame that he died a kit. In the end, Steve had died of one of his multiple diseases, or perhaps many combined. It was difficult to say, really, but either way, the golden tabby was no longer.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]hnnng
cries bc now i wish i hadn't killed him off oops
he might be coming back a bit sooner than planned ?? maybe ??

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]urg okay sorry guys but i've decided to keep roleplaying steve
literally right after i killed him i found that i had a lot of muse for him so uh basically this thread never happened
really sorry, i'm very dumb and indecisive sometimes oops /)w(\

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Comics? Steve remembered such things though just barely, from back when he was human. The sickly young child watched the group with curiosity, unsure whether he, too, should ask to read one.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve had seen boats before, of course, but the fact that one of his clanmates had constructed it made it extra cool. The Honorguard peered at the 'Argo II', nodding along with whatever his clanmates were saying. The stuffed animal seemed sort of strange, but the golden tabby was too polite to mention it.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Unsure if Kidpaw was serious or not, Steve cast a look in the other young male's direction before his attention returned to the others. What had they all been doing? The Honorguard glanced down at the book with curiosity, squinting a little as he tried to read it from where he stood.

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