Posts by Aztecruin.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]He'd been gone for a while. Nobody probably remembered him, and if they did, good for them. Aztecpaw - well, now Aztecruin decided he'd come back from his super long hiatus and become active like he was once more.

He missed everyone, anyways. The muscular brown tabby, his one eye copper and the familiar overbite of him, padded towards the border and remained still. Looking for faces he longs to see... especially Eskimopaw. Was she still here? He hoped Riot was okay, too.

( tiare gave me aztec to rp because she lost muse for wcrpg ! i hope all of us can be good friends, yo. )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]He looked at the few who showed up and nodded towards the kit and stood up a bit taller. "Aztecruin... previous Honorguard, I think. I think I was demoted. Not sure about that, though!" he chuckled. He wasn't really concerned about rank. He could easily earn it back if he so desired.

Glancing at Mascarapaw, he smiled and dipped his head. "Mascarapaw, right? Hello again, nice to see you're still up and running." he meowed humorlessly.

( yes! but i'm not sure if he was demoted or not? he was gone for a while, ehehe. )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]He smirked. She slightly reminded him of Riot and his tail twitched. He missed the little freakazoid firestarter. He looked to Fever and then back those whom greeted him. "Thank you all for the warm welcome. I just wish someone else came." he murmured fret fully before turning to Fever.

"Where is Daywalker?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Aztecruin is a warrior / honorguard(?) of Windclan. He is the son of Turtledove and Olivebranch and the ex-apprentice of Daywalker. He's a subtle, gentlemanly tom. He is a muscular brown tabby with copper eyes, his right eye is missing and he has an overbite. He is closed for:

Death, capture, and romance.

Other than that, go wild! If you didn't notice, I am not his original player. Tiare gave me him as she got to busy to rp on WCRPG.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]@ MORGAN
i'll ask once i get off my phone. but seeing has hasn't been taken off as an honorguard, and the guide has been updated a few times, i assume he wasn't demoted. :^)

@ MERCY
tiare still isn't done telling me about az! his life is like a book, long and entertaining. me and her are good friends, so she trusted me. ANYWAYS, feel free to pm me about this, i'd love to talk about azteckisses. <3

@ GENESIS
sure!

@ NANNERS
omg yes tiare told me about how much az admires spock! they do need a thread.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Aztec's eyes flickered over tothe beautiful she-cat tat barrelled over to him and he purred softly, burying his head into her neck fur. Guilt flared up inside of him, and he wrapped his paws around her tightly. "So sorry, my love. I..." he trailed off, looking into her eyes and smiling.

He looked over at Finnishwars and grinned. "It is nice to see you, Fin." he purred.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Mornings were Aztecruin's favorite time of day for obvious reasons. It was quiet and the larks sung beautifully. Picking out a field mouse for his breakfast, he stepped out the warrior's den and stretched. After breakfast, he'd do his morning workouts. Which mainly included of running three laps around the territory, some tree-climbing, and swim practice.

Taking a bite of the mouse, he chewed carefully and looked around.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]of course! i'm glad it did! <3

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1717633.new#new

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]"Congratulations, Commander!"

The bulky brown tabby ran over, grinning and he clapped his big paws together. One copper eye clashed in joy as he heard the other promotions. He didn't know any of them, but it was nice.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]The junior, his long brown hair and dark brown eyes, jammed over, a hand on his hip. He wore a red velvet tuxedo and a polka-dot bowtie. He waved at Spock and grabbed a cup of punch.

"Hey, guys! Nice party, eh?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Aztecruin really didn't like Windclan being allies with Bloodclan. Maybe he was bias, seeing that a Bloodclanner kidnapped him, and ripped out his eye right from the socket... but he just didn't trust them. Not one bit. Scheming little sadistic liars, murderers.

They killed his mother, too. He almost forgot about that. Gritting his teeth together, the muscular tom rolled to his side. Surrounded by sleeping warriors, he felt safe. Tiptoeing around their sleeping forms, he padded out and stretched, looking at the twinkling sky with distaste.

Padding towards the fresh kill pile, he took a scrawny looking mouse and tore into it, grumbling to himself.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Of course! /wink wonk

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1717661.new#new

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]A smile hovered over his lips as he chewed after catching the deputy's eye. He hadn't spoken to Commander in so long! A knot of guilt settled in his throat before he waved to him and swallowed his charge. "C-Commander! It is a lovely morning, is it not?" he meowed, saluting his, sitting up straight as he momentarily forgot about breakfast.

"Also, another congratulations for your promotion. You deserved it!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]The barbaric clan was always a thorn in his side. The sudden death of his mother, his vow for revenge almost got him killed. The Honorguard shuddered at the thought. He could still feel Ciel's paws strangling him, snarling in his face. He jumped as Mascarapaw called him out, startled.

Turning to the medicine cat assistant, he smiled warmly, dipping his head. He was trembling all over, and he couldn't stop. His mouth suddenly went dry. His mother was a medicine cat assistant before she was promoted to medicine cat. He looked at His bulky paws. "Hello, Mascarapaw. And, oh... I was just thinkin'. How 'bout you?" he meowed shakily.

He stepped closer to her, one copper eye wide.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]The idea was going to be a cool thing like the marines, but he had poofed on everyone. Now, time to let his idea bear fruit. Padding over to the usual high position meeting spot, the tom sat down and waited.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Riot. Did she not remember him?

The tom shifted awkwardly, stifling a warm smile. "Do... do you not remember your ol' friend, freaky?" he questioned? Maybe it was because she had a new roleplayer, that was probably it. Curling his tail around his large paws, he sighed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]eeeeeeee !!

tiare told me about these two. the terrible twosome. and informed me about aztecriot which is v v important to me and YES. they need a thread to catch up n' stuff. <3

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Aztecruin padded over and eyed to joiner interested with his one eye. The muscular tom would smile warmly and sit down. "Hello. I am Aztecruin, how may I be of assistance? Also, welcome to Windclan's borders!" he meowed cheerily. It was nice to be back in the swing of things, finally.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Padding from behind Crossedpaw, the muscular tom waited for a response. A joiner! How interesting. "Well, welcome to Windclan, Maka! I'm Aztecruin." he meowed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]i can!! one moment pleasu ~