Posts by Aztecruin.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Tell my door five thousand, there are a few things we don't know about your character. They can be hilarious, dark, or whatever! Let's go ~!

- Aztecruin is a terrible liar.
- He is really, really INSECURE. About his looks, about his personality. He knows he isn't perfect but ye wishes he could be.
- Aztecruin is an omnivore! He can eat berries or vegetables with little to no bother at all. He likes meats, too, but he doesn't like the blood that squirts out when he bites down.
- Speaking of blood, hE HATES BLOOD.
- He also harbors a hate for his inactive sblings because they were never there for him when he needed them. So if they ever appeared in Windclan ever again he'd pretty much disown them and treat them badly.
- HE LOVES LOVES ESSIE BUT tHAT ISN'T A SECRET.
- He has a fondness of knock-knock jokes!!

How about your character?

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]// tENDONS TO TORN TO BEG HELL YES

Adam was actually about to visit his girlfriend. He held in husband a bouquet of flowers and a gift basket full of food. He was there when Essie had fallen, and he worried about her constantly. He noticed her slight demeanor change, and he hoped she wouldn't stay like that forever. He wanted his old, cheeky Essie back. But, as long as she was alive, he was happy as a clam.

After squirming out the car the car he had 'borrowed' from Riot, he'd walk down the sidewalk, occasionally looking around. He still had both of his eyes, but his right eye was pretty much considered blind and useless. The seventeen year old ran long fingers through his dyed red hair, his dark green eyes calm and warm. When he finally spotted Essie's uncle's house, he turned and almost dropped his gifts when he saw her on the ground. Running over, he bent down to help her.

Looking her over, he was satisfied she hadn't hurt herself on the way down. Placing a gentle hand on her back,he helped her up. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly, kissing her cheek.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]The tom just shook his head and smiled. "Nah, nothing important." he purred, curling his tail around his paws,

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]The ticked tabby padded over, eyes wide and interested. He noticed the spy had been looking increasingly down in the dumps, and he really wanted to cheer her up. Sitting down nearby, he watched her with his one eye and then began to him a song.

"Hey, you don't look any better than the last time."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]When he heard the leader was back, but injured, he stood beside Eskimopaw silently, watching the injured male with laughter flickering in his one eye. He snorted, before looking at Eskimopaw and touching her cheek with a paw. "Are you okay? Do you want to go back to camp?" he asked.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]He nodded before looking directly at Lask and giving him a slight smile. But it was fake, all of it was fake now. The tabby who pad his girlfriend's back gently. "'Tis good to have you back, sir." he mewed drily, not daring to say his full name, seeing his eyes he didn't deserve his suffix anymore.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]The tom stood beside his girlfriend, his paw placed on top of her own. He gritted his teeth if it was a fight they wanted, they'd get one. Eyeing the scarred leader, he frowned. "Congratulations." he muttered. There were a lot more cats and animals that deserved promotions and whatever, but maybe he'd get to that later.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Aztecruin didn't like Alaskanstar, honestly. He deserved what he had gotten after he laid paws on his girlfriend. The muscular tabby charged into battle, not even bothering to change bodies for this endeavor. He was just angry—having permission to take it out on The Insignia, was better.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Aw, shoot. The tabby hobbled over, eyeing the doe's still body and shook his head, saying nothing. He didn't know her that well, but she was a good Honorguard. Her fawns would be safe in Windclan.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Oh no, Daywalker was demoted. He scowled, narrowing his eyes and looking away. Damn. She had been a General for as long as he could remember, and it hurt to know this was happening.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;]He looking for something specific today. A mask, to be precise. The more he looked at his face, the more he hated it. The more his hate for Bloodclan and loners grew like mold in his heart. He just couldn't stand it! He kept wondering how Eskimopaw kept looking at his face—how anyone looked at it without gagging. He was ugly.

He flopped on the stone floor, his curved ivory claws dug into the surface below him. He let out a heavy sigh.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;]He didn't know the tom very well, if not at all while he was in Windclan—so he had forgotten he even existed. Goodness, he needed to be more social. The mauled warrior padded over, eyes wide.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;]All of his scars, unfortunately did not come from heroic tales of grandeur. He looked over at the two and shrugged dismissively. His moods tended to change at a drop of a hat, sooner or later he'd get over it. Just not right now.

He closed his one eye. "Nothing, it is just... hey, how does my face look?" it was a awkward question and he added, rather hastily, "Be honest. Brutal, if you want." he mewed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Once, he heard Nebulaheart was related to his father, Olivebranch. He wasn't sure how, though. Maybe an aunt? Possibly. The tom sat up slowly, watching the she-cat and smiling softly at them both. "I... I just don't know sometimes, sorry." he mewed hoarsely.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Eye glittering in greed, the tabby walked over, following the leader with a narrowed eye. Jewelry! Lovely trinkets for his bellowed Eskimopaw. Brushing past the black panther, he picked up a necklace completely made of diamonds. "Wow." he mewed softly.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]The tabby turned to his Clanmates and grinned wolfishly. Holding golden coins and spilling them out his huge paws, he began to laugh joyfully. "We're gonna be the richest Clan in the land, guys!" he exclaimed.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Aztecruin definely knew Essie would like the diamond necklace, so he kept that somewhere safe so no one would take it while he searched for more things. He came across a silk blanket and looked it over. Him, maybe he could sleep on that. Bundling it up, he placed in neatly with the necklace and continued his search.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]daddy tracks and so i can keep up with in on this account!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]The tom eyed the mate of the leader carefully for any faults. Seeing she meant what she said, he gave her a weak smile and nodded firmly, "Thank you, Glitchmob." he mewed softly, with a voice like a mantra. He knew nothing else to say. For some reason his mind went instantly to Eskimopaw.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Aztecruin spotted a actual eyepatch and knew he had to have it. He picked it up, and placed it over his shredded half of his face, over his right socket. Standing a bit straighter, he smiled to himself and continued looking.

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