Posts by NICKAR XERSES.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Invisible brows raised in confusion, the kitten padded forwards. "What's that supposed to be?" Nickar asked, sitting opposite the wildcat and fixing his amber gaze on the mess of berry juice. Figuring that he may as well introduce himself, the tom lifted his head for a moment. "I'm Nickar, by the way," he mewed flatly, twitching his ears before he dipped his head to look at the pattern on the ground, still trying to work out what it was.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]An invisible eyebrow quirked in confusion at Brenda's words, and the tom tilted his head slightly. "But you can do what you want, right?" Nickar asked, not sure how the female could be bored. Of course, he still held a bit of naivety in some aspects, however much he would deny it. He hadn't quite wrapped his head around the fact that it was possible to be bored even with the freedom to leave camp at any time.}

_{With a shrug, Nickar flicked his tail. "How are you finding the body swap?" He asked, expecting the reply to be something similar to the way he felt about it. Nickar couldn't imagine why anyone would enjoy the body swap, but then he supposed that some Shadowclanners might have received a body much cooler than their original one. Nickar didn't consider his original body nor Valenka's body to be 'cool' as such, but he did prefer his own body.}

_{ooc: so sorry for the late reply. i marked my unread replies as read :c
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Nickar padded out of the nursery, his amber eyes focused on the ground in front of his paws as he moved. It was now only days until his apprentice ceremony so the kit was getting increasingly excited, but he didn't want others to get the wrong idea and think that he wanted to make a lot of new friends. Of course, Nickar was open to meeting others, but he found that when others thought that he was one of those bubbly types, they seemed to expect him to like them immediately. Needless to say, it annoyed Nickar to no end, but he was looking forward to becoming an apprentice so much that he didn't really care at that moment.}

_{With a flick of his tail, the kitten sat down, still hoping that the body swap would fix itself in time for his apprentice ceremony. Nickar shrugged and lifted his head, scanning Shadowclan's camp in search of something or someone who looked interesting.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Nickar narrowed his amber eyes in return, hating the fact that he had to look up at Valenka even more now. "Well, I haven't done it yet," he mewed, tail lashing across the ground. "I had actually stopped myself from doing it because I assumed that you wouldn't appreciate it." Stopping sharply, the bi-coloured feline watched Valenka for a moment before answering her question. "I just suppose it's more acceptable for me to take my anger out on a tree than another clanmate, you know?" Nickar may have had a quick-temper, but he didn't naturally want to hurt the members of Shadowclan. Most of them, anyway.}

_{At the female's next words, Nickar shrugged. "I suppose, but it just makes things confusing. I was just starting to learn a lot of names, so it's kind of ruined that for now." He twitched his ears and continued to watch Valenka, amber eyes still narrowed slightly.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Nickar made his way over and simply nodded. "Nice," he mewed flatly, whilst his roleplayer fangirled over Paper Towns. The male rarely paid much attention to name changes, but he figured that he should at least try to make a bit of an effort.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]To say that Nickar appreciated dance would be an outright lie, but there was something interesting about the fact that Darkbloom was actually dancing. It was something that the tom had never seen before, so he approached slowly before sitting down. He would have asked a question or made a statement about it, but it seemed as though Darkbloom had enough questions to answer from Skykit. With a flick of his tail, Nickar simply continued to watch.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]The tom approached slowly and sat down, offering everyone there a polite nod. "I'm Nickar," he mewed, turning his head to focus on Realmwright. Nickar had heard of him, but didn't remember him. Whether it had been because he was too young to remember him or because he hadn't been paying enough attention, the tom didn't know. But he didn't suppose it really mattered either.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Nickar had managed to gauge what had happened as he had approached and taken a seat. It seemed as though Redvelvet had a new body, and a wolf at that. He liked his own jaguar body, but the apprentice had to admit that the wolf body seemed like a pretty good one. In his opinion, anyway. "Nice body," he mewed with a flick of his tail. The body swap had been proof enough that getting used to a new body could be difficult though, so the tom didn't envy Redvelvet in that respect. However, it was probably worth it for a body like a wolf.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]"Hello," the tom greeted as he made his way over to the small group. As he took a seat, Nickar let his amber eyes rest on the female who had called the meet and greet. "My name's Nickar." Realising that he didn't know the femme's name, the tom flicked his tail. "Could I ask your name?" Nickar mewed, raising a pair of nonexistent eyebrows as he spoke.
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