[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Who was this? Well, actually, Steve could answer that question himself. This tiger was most likely another joiner, just like the other ninety percent of those found at the border. But the disabled young feline didn't speak as he hobbled over, waiting silently for the cub's reply.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Late. The golden tabby scolded himself internally for not being as timely as usual, but didn't say anything aloud as he limped over, seating himself before glancing around at the others, trying to see who was present and who was not.
//sorry for the recent inactivity!! i was away for my birthday + am only just regaining muse so steve should be around a lot more now c:
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve knew what books were quite well from his past life as a human. Of course, all the details were very fuzzy, but he recognized these as, well, books. The sickly Honorguard made his way over slowly, watching the group. They all seemed to be reading- should he read one, too? Frankly, the young kit wouldn't know what to read, but oh well. For now he just peered at them, remaining quiet until spoken to.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve really wasn't built for racing. With his uneven spine and multiple crippling diseases, he was, well, rather slow, in fact. "I'll watch, too," the young male spoke up, seating himself near the others to observe the race.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Another death. In his small bout of inactivity, Steve had managed to escape any deaths that had occurred, but now that he was back again, here was another, staring him right in the face. It seemed nothing had changed. The Honorguard forced himself to look away from the grisly sight, not recognizing the dead figure. Even if he had known this clanmate, he would be unrecognizable by now.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The diseased feline glanced over to Barry in faint surprise, for he'd never witnessed the forensicist in action. "How did you-" Well, actually, he supposed it wouldn't be that difficult if you looked close enough. Steve never trusted the scent anymore, but Barry was correct in that there were traces in the ground that could have only come from a ShadowClanner. Abruptly shutting his mouth, the Honorguard's green gaze returned to the body.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve was not exactly happy about captures- or rather, he didn't relish in them like the others- but they did what they needed to defeat their enemies, so of course he saw this as a small win. The sickly young male made his way over, nodding slightly to Tony before his gaze returned to the ShadowClanner.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Knife-throwing? Steve himself could hardly fight at all due to his own state, so this all seemed rather interesting, though the Honorguard was somewhat wary. "Mind if I watch, ma'am?" Steve asked politely, glancing from Rhymepaw to Cashmerekit as he approached.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]( they're allowed to fly now c:
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1702092.0 )
Hobbling over behind his higher-up, the young Honorguard came to a halt, looking up at the main coon with faint curiosity. The feline was sort of strange-looking, honestly, with the spiky wings and horn, but also sort of cool.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve himself had been present at this male's joining, though as an Honorguard he liked to consider it his duty to greet newer members and make them feel at home, since he was physically unable of nearly everything else. The sickly golden tabby came hobbling over, offering the tiger a slight smile. "Hello, sir," came the male's polite greeting. Despite Antonio being at least the same age or younger, it was merely a habit to refer to others as 'sir' or 'ma'am' or whatever pronoun they preferred. "I'm Steve, nice to meet you," he then added.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]tracking for now!
Steve was there.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve, despite how weak and fragile he was, was rarely found inside of camp. He was reckless, though only in the way that he had little regard for the one rule that confined him to camp. The Honorguard was currently wandering about himself, in fact, when he spotted the other young feline, who appeared to be unfamiliar. "Hello, ma'am," the golden tabby greeted as he headed towards her, offering a bit of a smile in attempt to be friendly.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Despite being a mere kit, Steve had snuck over towards the fray, hanging back a bit with claws unsheathed. The sickly young Honorguard did not hunger for battle like the others, no, but he felt obligated to defend his clan. That being said, he'd stay out of the way unless absolutely necessary.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve remembered Infernokit- or he remembered Infernokit dying, that was. Of course, he had no clue that this was the former Honorguard who had died soon after his own arrival in WindClan, but he approached nevertheless. "I could go for a story, ma'am," the sickly young male piped up politely, glancing over at Nebulaheart.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Personally, Steve thought the rabbit and the eagle sounded intriguing, but he supposed it wasn't his decision. The greatest leader sounded okay, too, since he didn't know much about WindClan's history. Ears pricking, the young male would listen to Nebulaheart's words with interest.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Equal size and skill? Boy, he'd have to pair up with a newborn. Steve, despite being about five moons old, was small and thin in size, very frail and fragile-looking. And thanks to his multiple disorders, the sickly kit lacked a lot in skill, too. Hopefully he could still participate nonetheless- he'd need to learn some self-defense.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Hobbling over next was the sickly young Honorguard, halting beside his other clanmates as he peered at the newcomer. Offering Laurakit a small smile, the golden tabby would say, "Hello, ma'am." The 'ma'am' part was merely out of politeness, despite the female's age.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]/slowly pushes steve forward
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Redpelt was demoted and exiled? Steve's brow furrowed- what had happened while he was sick? Something about RiverClan medics and attacking Surfpaw...? The golden tabby shook his head a bit. The Honorguard had been present at the tom's joining, and even then he'd seemed sort of sketchy, though he never thought he'd try to kill anyone. With a sigh, the young kit padded away.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve hung back, not wanting to get in the way. The young Honorguard's brow was furrowed in concern for his co-worker, though he couldn't quite see how badly the horse was wounded from where he stood.
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