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  • everything's going to beat ]] promos and demos

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve nodded silently. Made sense. Sadly, he hadn't seen much of Hycanithpaw nor Marseilleskit, though Mascarapaw was pretty active. And it was pretty vital that the medicine team were around enough to take care of the clan. "Congrats, miss," the golden tabby spoke up.


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  • and who are you? | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve hadn't seen Oberyn around a lot lately- though perhaps that was his own fault, due to his recent sickness. The tiger had been one of the first the Honorguard had ever met in WindClan after his joining, and the tabby even considered him a friend. "Hey, Oberyn," the sickly young male spoke as he hobbled over, nodding a bit in greeting as he approached.


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  • ON A FEELING } MEETING !

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve was present, a bit late due to his roleplayer being asleep. Christ, three pages already? The golden tabby took a seat to listen, nodding along with most of the promotions and demotions. The Honorguard honestly did agree with the majority of them. "Congrats," the sickly young tom called out.


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  • I AM THE BOX OF TOMATOES FAIRY || KIT DEFENSE TRAINING

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The young tomkit's ears pricked, surprised that he'd been approached. Brasskit- yes, he'd seen this kitten around before. He'd never really spoken to him directly before, but of course, that wasn't exactly necessary for an opponent for a training session. "Uh, sure," Steve replied, giving a nod before his attention was distraced by the Bodyguard as she spoke. He was perhaps more weak than most, and supposedly that was okay, but it wasn't as if the golden tabby would take any bullying from anyone.


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  • BLIND DATING SET-UPS { private, hungergames x steve }

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Oh Christ, had he been set up with a... warrior? This was sure to be awkward, for Steve himself was mere five moons old. Oh well, just because it was a blind date didn't mean it really had to be romantic, right? The young Honorguard came hobbling over to the scene, halting and looking up at Hungergames. "Er, hello, sir."


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  • I WON'T FLOAT + private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Steve had been standing at the mouth of one of WindClan's cave, pondering what he should do. The Honorguard, despite both his age and sickliness, was only rarely found confined to camp, and often wandered freely on his own, even though it went against the rules. Today seemed to be a pretty good one for the young male, as he'd had few issues with his health so far. Perhaps, while he was still feeling especially well, the golden tabby would go for a walk or something of the sort.


    //rushed


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  • I TOLD YOU [Benedict's Return] I WOULD BRING HIM BACK!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Benedict? Steve himself had joined towards the end of the former leader's reign, but remembered him quite well. And like many of the others, after so long he hadn't quite expected him to return. Hobbling over to the gathering crowd, the young Honorguard would tilt his head upwards a bit to look at the black jaguar. "Welcome back, sir,"the golden tabby said, echoing many of the others.


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  • we're off to save the wizard — announcement + raid

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]Of course, Steve couldn't go. He knew better. Despite the urge to ignore the rule keeping those under six moons safe and go help his clan, the young tomkit knew well enough that he was too sickly to take on any ShadowClanners, nevermind the fact that he was just under the limit at five months old. So the golden tabby merely watched, murmuring 'good luck' as his clanmates raced off to battle.


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  • I WON'T FLOAT + private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The Honorguard had never drank alcohol- never even considered it, in fact. He was only a kitten, after all. But, of course, he knew exactly what as contained within the bottle Tony seemed to be carrying. The sickly young male eyed the vodka a bit before his gaze shifted to the canine. "Hey," Steve greeted, echoing his co-worker's own words, clearing his throat a little before adding, "Uh, Tony, right?"


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  • I SURRENDER HONESTLY && open, dodgeball!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]It was a bit late to join, but perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing. Steve, in his diseased and disabled state, was in no shape to play dodgeball. Nevertheless the golden tabby hobbled over, curious to see how this would turn out. "Mind of I watch?" came the Honorguard's polite inquiry, though he had already seated himself.


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  • A SELFISH KIND } POSSESSION !

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]What was going on? Alaskanstar? Veronica? Possession? Confused, the young kitten came sauntering towards the group at his usual uneven pace, hanging back a bit with eye narrowed and ears pricked, trying to listen in.


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  • I SURRENDER HONESTLY && open, dodgeball!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]"Judge?" Steve echoed, ears pricking a little in surprised. Well, looked like he could participate after all. Rather thankful for the offer, as even though it was a sort of trivial task he was quite limited when it came to physical attributes, the Honorguard broke out into a small smile and added, "Uh, sure. Thanks."


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