Posts by wolframe

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He was the son of Thurio and Hollyburst, one of the two eldest at seven moons of age. He kept to himself while he was a kit, ignoring others and being his angry little cocky self. But, he was an average built cat- he was getting some muscles on him from training, but it'd take a while before he was strong. He was only just an apprentice, a new one at that- no more than a moon into it.}

^{But, now that he was training, he wanted to fight anything and everything. Or well, not really. But due to his anger issues, he wouldn't hesitate to fight someone if they got him mad- or well, more angry than he usually was. It was almost hilarious how Wolfram, his full name being Wolfram Tobias-Elmo Marcavellio, how angry Wolfram was at things. It could even be the most trivial things that had this brown tabby tom just raging and ranting- like having thorns or something in his nest and having to pick them out. Or not catching enough prey, or not doing enough.}

^{Today, he had to forcefully shove his anger aside- which he didn't like. But, he did figure he'd need friends. He'd probably end up with a few close friends that could actually tolerate him. "So listen up! I'm Wolfram Tobias-Elmo Marcavellio and i'm the son of Thurio and Hollyburst. I'm an apprentice. You can call me Wolfram or Tem but if I like you, i'll let you call me Wolf or Wolfy," His voice wasn't the smoothest or the softest, it was a bit rough. But, he called out anyways. Waiting to see if anyone would come over.} [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{So he did get a guest! He didn't smile tho, he only gave her a smirk and nodded his head in greeting. "Seems like we might be family Lovekit. We share the last name. I'll consider you my cousin if that is fine," He told her as he looked over her appearance. She was still a kit, but she was pretty nice- someone Wolfram probably wouldn't get into a fight with. Considering by what Wolfram could judge, she wouldn't be the kind of person to upset him even more.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{The angry apprentice had been out hunting, trying to practice, when the stench of blood hit his nose. He cringed away in disgust before following the sent to the border, to the source, where he was greeted with a very unpleasant sight. "Ugh," Wolfram thought to himself as he sniffed over the dog- attempting to pick the little fella up by the scruff and make his way back to camp. Yeah, Wolfram was probably a jerk considering how mean he could get due to his undying anger, which he wasn't sure where it came from, but he wasn't such an asshole that he'd leave a puppy to die. And, he could tell the thing needed help- that being what it was to him. A thing.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{This was one of the rare times he ever really was happy- and why? He was getting his mentor, who happened to be his aunt. And, he figured it was probably best to contain himself at the ceremony so just like when he decided to greet others, he shoved his usual anger in the corner. It wasn't as bad as most other days, today was a pretty good day for him.}

^{After giving a nod of his head to show he heard what Harrierbeat said, Wolfram sat back and listened to the other ceremonies go on. He'd probably go off to do something soon, he wasn't really use to sitting around and listening to others talk.} [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{As he was told to 'knock it off' he set the puppy down on the ground again, if he had managed to pick him up in the first place. "I think he might be unconcious. But yeah, i'll go get Erica," He commented that one fact when he heard his aunt try to talk to the thing, but then headed off back towards came to get the one by the name of 'Erica'. He hadn't met her yet, he figured she, or he, was a medic or something. Wolfram would find them anyways.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"Well damn. At least I was close," He was getting worked up over trivial things again, but he told himself he'd shove aside his anger to try and get to know the creatures in camp so he did his best to calm it down by at least thinking of one thing positive with it. "Alright, and hello Cambrian," His attention turned to the tiger, he hadn't seen one before- but he wasn't really intimidated. It was quite hard to frighten Wolfram, considering he'd probably just get mad and want to fight whoever scared him in the first place.} [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He was a little late, but he found himself with nothing better to do and considering he was just a kit a month ago- he still kind of did like stories. So he sat down with the others who seemed to have also gathered to listen, and for once, Wolfram kept his mouth shut. He tended to talk a lot, dominating most of the conversations when someone got him started- especially on certain topics. He could rant for hours with some things.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Truth and dare, that sounded fun. He walked over towards, who he was told was his niece, and sat down a little ways away from here. "I'll join the game," He had only been an apprentice for a moon, and he hadn't let go of all his playfulness yet. If there was any hidden in him- considering his usual attitude. Plus, truth or dare could be a very.. heavy game to play. Like, one could dare someone to eat mud.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He followed Erica back to the scene, giving a bit of a huff as he slowed down to a walk. He didn't usually run as fast as he did, but the pup looked in terrible condition. Considering all the blood he had noticed.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{The brown tabby had decided to take a quick nap, he didn't really want to do anything that day- including chores, which led up to him being found under the tree. It had been pretty nice up until he heard a voice which woke him up from his sleep- Wolfram was a light sleeper unless he was extremely tired. "Go away," He muttered in that bit of an odd voice he had, it wasn't smooth, but it wasn't really gruff either. With that, Wolfram got up briefly- only to curl up again but this time, his back facing the older tom.} [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{[yeah, he is, but he is more like a parody-version of him if anything. I'm not as good getting down his personality as I am with others.]}

^{He had just finished eating, leaving the scraps behind as he decided to go take a walk or something. He didn't want to stay there for much longer, but it seemed like things had other plans when he got called out on it. "Its just scraps," He commented to that as he stopped walking- due to anger issues, it wasn't that hard to provoke him. Knowing Wolfram, he'd probably end up trying to fight the other tom by the end of this talk.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Wolfram only growled as he felt the jab in his back, making no attempt to get up yet. "I'm not getting up, and Harrierbeat is probably busy," He figured his aunt might have been busy, but it was just an assumption. Considering he knew nothing about what she was doing and made no attempt to find her.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He watched as some others came to join him, being pretty quiet for once- normally he was mumbling to himself about something that upset him or what not. Which, he now had reason for as he felt his fur get messed up a bit. Wolfram wouldn't have minded it much if it hadn't surprised him, and like some other emotions, it'd develop into anger later on. "Gah!" He responded to that as he shook his pelt- he wasn't use to surprises.} [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He listened to the dares take place as the game started, a few late joiners came into the game as well. "The first dare is so easy," He thought to himself- Wolfram had a big ego, which resorted to quite a bit of bluff. Tho he always did try to get into fights.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"Ugh," He thought to himself as he listened to the other tom continue to talk, his usual anger that had been subdued by sleep was returning at the thought of being forced to get up. "But I can hunt later," He pointed out- it was obviously going to be a bit difficult to get Wolfram up and moving.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{The tom rolled his eyes- well, he figured that because it was a rule- he might as well do it. He didn't see why he had to bury it. So, Wolfram was going to do what was asked, but he was going to be stubborn about doing it, in the end. "Besides the fact that it is a clan rule, why do you want it buried in the first place?" Wolfram questioned him- there better be a good reason for him wasting his time on burying prey out of all things.} [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{The tom had been a little late getting there but he had managed to catch most of it- he probably wasn't going to volunteer. Knowing him, he'd probably just end up making someone mad. So he sat and listened to the promotions and demotions, and any clan news. He was silent, but only so he could hear and for the others around them- taking them in consideration for once. Once was better than anything.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"Ugh," He thought to himself and after a moment of just laying there, he sighed before he rolled to his paws and stretched, giving a yawn. Wolfram had little training, so he was probably going to screw this up, but hey- Bistre wanted him to hunt so he'd go out and try his best. Considering how tired he was, and rather upset he was with being woken up, there was no guarantees he was going to try.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He wasn't happy but the other guy had a point, so he just sighed and began to dig a shallow hole. the scraps were buried quickly, a few bones were left out but he honestly didn't think it mattered much. the few bones from the prey had been almost entirely stripped of flesh and he didn't think that out of all things could rot.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{The tom watched what was going on- the taking-care-of-the-wounds thing. He figured that he could just up and leave, which was what he was about to do, but Wolfram decided to stay around. Plus, he wanted to figure out what the pups name was. It hadn't been given yet. So he was staying there out of curiosity.}[/fancypost]