Posts by Aztecruin.

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  • WE AREN'T SPITEFUL OF IT ALL — private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;]Today was cloudy and some was his mood. He was already missing Riot and she hadn't been gone for decently a day yet. He missed her... she had been like an annoying littler sister to the tom and being without her tackles and smart mouth and somewhat unbearable.


    He buried his face into his paws, shaking his head.

  • 'cause then you'll see my heart in the saddest state it's ever been | RAID

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;]Ugh. This'll never end. Windclan had pretty much captured a few high positions that were essential to a Clan workings, but he assumed they had an extra spare deputy for those cases. The tom stalked over, standing in front of Westminsterkit and carefully yet swiftly grabbed Faithfulkit. Turning to Westy anf Faithfulkit, he narrowed his eyes.


    "Go in the nursery and stay there. I'll be right behind you. Go!"

  • so

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;]aggressively love u.

  • MY SPIRIT'S SLEEPING | private - Aztec || SOMEWHERE COLD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;]Aztecruin wasn't allowing himself to be busy today. He decided to take a day off and rest his wary bones. After taking a good cat nap, he padded out the Warrior's den, yawning and blinking as the sun made his eyes water. The muscular tabby stretched, and after grooming his ruffled fur, he spotted Fever and padded over curiously.


    Sitting down next to her, he smiled warmly. "Hello, Fever. How's it going with you today?" he inquired with a respectful dip of his head.

  • making gifs for windclanners?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;]Like his current avatar, I was messing around with photoshop and it actually turned out pretty well! I can do animals, anime, marvel -- whatever! just give me somethin' to work with.


    EDIT: Give me some words, as well. Tell me if you'd like to add a border, too!

  • HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER && private, aztec

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;]Aztecruin would padded oer, curious. He had heard a lot of drama going one between Fadedglory and Glitchmob. He just hoped it would all blow over sooner or later. He wasn't a huge fan of Glitchmob - she had a bad attitude. But she was the Windclan Medicine Cat, so he respected her that much. Honestly, he didn't like picking sides in fights anyhow.


    "Hey," he mewed, almost cheerfully with a lopsided grin.

  • MY SPIRIT'S SLEEPING | private - Aztec || SOMEWHERE COLD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;]"Haha, I understand that."


    The laugh he gave was a bit strained. Inactivity was nothing to shake a stick at. He went inactive once, but he was well determined not to let it happen again. The brown tabby turned to her with a strange look in his single olive eye. "Sometimes, we don't know what the future holds for us. We just keep going until something bad happens." he mewed softly, closing his eye shut.

  • POST YOUR INACTIVITY NOTICES HERE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;]due to getting ready for school, i won't be on much. i'm also grounded, so there's that, ehe. but i'll try to post ever now and again, never fear!

  • WE AREN'T SPITEFUL OF IT ALL — private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;]He nodded when she spoke. It was true, and it hurt more than anything. Riot was the only reason he wanted to become a Bodyguard - so they could fight together, as elite Warriors of their Clan. Side by side.


    Now, he wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. "Yeah..." he trailed off, hanging his head and looking to the side, unable to meet her pale, inquiring eyes.

  • i'm in the kitchen [[private; Aztecruin]] not anymore

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;]The tom was taking a nice walk to get some fresh air and hopefully clear his head. He had hunted, and buried his catches so no scavengers would take them and went off on his own path. He had tons of things to worry about. Eskimopaw, his rank, even possible promotion himself. He had been an Honorguard since he was an apprentice, and he was proud to have not be demoted. It would have been embarrassing.


    However, he had attended the herb gathering, and he was active in it. He asked questions, he retrieved things. He tried his best to be civil in it, as well. However, he was more hopeful that Westminsterkit of his girlfriend got the position. He paused as he felt oak leaves land on top of his head and land on the ground below him. Curiously, he looked up to see the Medicine Cat Assistant looked rather.... disgruntled. He offered a wave to her.


    After gathering the rest of the fallen oak leaves, he smiled warmly at her. "Hello, Marcie! Do you need help?" he inquired with a tilt of his head.