Posts by wolframe

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"Hey there little one!" Wolfram responded as he padded over and attempted to lick at the scales of his dragon cub, he had adopted Winterscub but they were still like a child to him! He had almost forgot about him, and upon that realization- a pang of guilt had hit his heart. "How have you been?" He inquired, a smile crossing his features.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"I'm shocked because you've gotten big since the last time I saw you," He noticed a bit of a size difference, or maybe it was just his eyes. Yet he also needed to explain why he sounded shocked- which he didn't think he sounded like that at all.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He had a life here, until it was ripped away from him.}

^{He had friends, and family.}

^{Then his parents died, Cherrypaw died, his friends left him, his adoptive parents (Cambrian and Fraiser) died and got kidnapped. Either or. His relatives through adoption disappeared or went missing or something. His dragon cubs who he had adopted that he wanted to be there for, they disappeared and one didn't even seem to want to call him 'dad' anymore. He didn't know what happened to Shawty either. He didn't even realize he was disowned from the Marcavellio family, tho he was still going to use the name no matter where his travels too him.}

^{The name meant a lot to him, he could handle hardships as long as he kept his name.}

^{The missing leg, the scars, the Fazbear issues- it all meant nothing as long as he still had them.}

^{If he learned he didn't have them anymore, he'd be utterly devastated and perhaps slip into depression again. That was the reason he had slipped into the background for a while which had gotten him disowned in the first place (sunflower was busy and couldn't get a temp).}

^{So for now, he'd stay oblivious. It was better that way since he could get up his activity while he was gone, come back, and perhaps earn it again.}

^{As for where he was leaving?}

^{Well, it wasn't on purpose.}

^{He had been doing a border patrol, by himself.}

^{He had stumbled across someone, asked the usual and it turned into a struggle before he was dragged off.}

^{The cape he had earned during his cloaking all those months ago, it was covered in blood and somewhat ripped here and there. It had caught on a branch and was blowing in the wind, there was definitely a sign of struggle.}

^{The area reeked of Shadowclan.}

^{With that, Wolfram was gone.}

^{Was he dead? Gone for good? Captured indefinitely?}

^{No one was to know yet, but whatever the results- it was Shadowclan's doing.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{His cloak had been left behind, bloody and torn.}

^{He had to admit he had some scratches, he did try to put up a fight after all- yet he failed because the creature was a lot larger and stronger than he was. Fighting, despite how much he did it as a kitten, wasn't his strong suit after he lost his left hind leg. His tail was also gone, but that was from a different issue that had occurred which still left him a bit traumatized.}

^{Wolfram had gotten through it tho, he had gotten through all of it one way or another.}

^{Depression he even climbed out of.}

^{He was hanging onto some sort of fight left in him to get back at home, but he knew he couldn't run at the moment. He'd probably get dog piled.}

^{So here the brown tabby sat, hazel-green eyes looking around as he let out a bit of a huff.}

^{Shadowclan, huh?}

^{[torture is allowed ;; no killing, no removal of the limbs or permanent sensory damage such as blinding/causing him to go mute or deaf.]}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{This was unorthodox for anyone who had dealt with prisoners or had been one before, but he was doing it anyways.}

^{He figured while he was stuck in Shadowclan because he had been captured, he might as well just introduce himself.}

^{Despite this, he for once let himself look like a bit of a mess- he was shaken up. He was glad to hear torture wasn't allowed (sunflower had given permission w/o knowing if it was allowed or not) and he was missing his family- and wondering what he was suppose to do from this point on. Just sit around until he got rescued? Until Hawkclan made an alliance with them and he was free to go? Until he let go? Or would he have to try and escape-?}

^{The thoughts had already swirled in his head.}

^{The disheveled looking, three-legged tom, covered in some scars ventured further into camp for once before sitting down. His tail would have been lashing from nerves right now if he had one, but it was a proper thing to do. In a new clan, ha, one his home was enemies with.}

^{"Meet and greet?" Wolfram questioned at first- "I'm Wolfram Marcavellio," He added afterwards, he technically shouldn't be carrying that name but he still was going to until he got home and things were sorted out. He was technically disowned because of reasons.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"I suppose it is nice to meet you all," Well, it wasn't really but he was going to stick to good manners at the moment so that is what he had said in response to all of them. He definitely didn't expect to see so many creatures show up, Shadowclan was definitely larger than Hawkclan.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He only gave a nod to the rest of them- giving a bit of a smile towards the kitten. "Yeah, the kittens and some apprentices do," He answered her question with a slightly more gentle tone than before. He wouldn't mind answering simple little questions like that if they had anymore, but there wasn't any doubt he'd be keeping his mouth shut about information.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Panicked eyes seemed to flick around the area where the creatures were gathering after he had been brought here. He absolutely didn't like the thoughts of what was going to happen, but he waited and anticipated for what to happen next.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{because the thread of battle training was slow and the hawkclan thread was slow, it was just gonna be said whatever happened was over with and wolfram had left.}

^{he had managed to slip away and was out of the clan and headed back home.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{[no one tell him he is disowned, i sent him back bc i couldn't get active in shadowclan but i originally sent him away so he'd be oblivious. as far as he knows, he is still in the marcavellio family. there is a lot of things i'll do for character development but this is not one of them.}

^{failure to obey this will result in being banned from the thread.]}

^{he was covered in bandages- assuming the torture had been gone through, he had managed to get some on his way home. New scars for him anyways, but oh well. It had been another adventure in his short life, he had only lived a year- almost a little bit more but not quite yet. Who knew if he'd survive to seven?}

^{Interesting, but either way, he was sitting in the castle at the moment as he licked at his fur.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"Could be better but i'm okay," He'd definitely have some scarring, but oh well. He already probably scared kittens with his previous appearance so it wasn't something he really worried about in the first place. That was for a different topic sometime tho.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{what had happened was partially assumed for now, since the thread either died or didn't finish but it was started. "Could we talk about it later- in private?" Partially because a kit was in their presence, he didn't want to frighten her if that was possible. "And thank you, Heatherkit," He responded before offering a light smile.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Needless to say, the warning signs had gone unnoticed by the bandaged tom- the hidden prey, the colder whether, the fog. It was easily because he decided to stay inside all day, which was unusual for him but he had just came back from a rough experience. He figured rest was the best choice to do until he healed, didn't need to split anything open- and needless to say, he was getting a lot more calm than his regular hot-headed self.}

^{Upon seeing others come in side, hearing over bits about a blizzard- the tom got up from where he was resting, heading up the stairs and taking a few sharp turns until he found where he had stashed his things.}

^{It was mainly just a lot of blankets and a basket, he was the adoptive father to three dragon cubs- all whom were inactive now and he missed but oh well.}

^{It was a bit hard to balance it in his jaws, but he managed to find his way back to the lower floor and towards where others were starting to come in. It was dropped, and a smile spread across his face. ]"Before the move, I found a lot of these things so everyone would be warm during travel. Four are gone, but no one else took the rest so you are free to take your pick," There were fluffy ones, long and thin ones, plush and huge ones such as comforters. Simple throw pillows.. There were a few, enough for everyone and to even share.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Staying in camp.. it wasn't very boring for him in the first place, he had only been back for a couple days ad so getting adjusted here again and staying around in the camp again- it was pretty comfortable. He'd recently been on a hunt for a fireplace, partially to see what he'd need to get a fire started and partially to get use to the castle. Around this time, he had spotted two others creatures up ahead.}

^{He noticed them- one was Elliot and the other he had seen before but didn't know too well. "Hey," Wolfram called out to both of them, giving a bit of a smile towards the two.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"Yes, i'm sure," He responded to Keylime- he hadn't seen him around in a while, tho he wasn't aware exactly what had happened to him, he was glad to see the other around. "And I don't need anything, you can just call me Wolfram," He added towards the trainee- he never was fond with formalities and so he usually was comfortable if others just flat out used his name if they knew it.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{It had been a bit of a walk, not much- just enough for fresh air and to stretch his legs. It was about that time the telepathic message had entered his head and he smelt faint traces of blood- his tracking senses weren't that good but thankfully he was close enough to lead it to its source. Upon seeing Neonpaw, and a semi-frantic Ashkit, he hurried over with a frown on his face.}

^{"Ashkit, could you go get the shamaness?" It was still that one she-cat by what he knew but things could have changed while he was away, but he couldn't run to get anyone due to his own recent injuries he obtained back in Shadowclan.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"Wolfram Marcavellio," Still technically not suppose to use the name but oh well. He had continued using it for reasons. That simple introduction after Bucky seemed enough and so the brown tabby merely sat down and waited for others to come along and for her to introduce herself.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]^{[listen to this while you are reading: ]}

^{A year.}

^{He was alive for almost a full year- through loneliness and isolation, depression, struggles, injuries, capture.}

^{This almost-full-year seemed more like seven, and he had grown up. He had grown up a lot, from a kitten to where he was now.}

^{He remembered the times when he was a kitten- playing around, trying to get into fights and running into the woods to play with the woodland creatures who taught him some German back on the old territory. His short apprentice days, filled with hard work and determination- starving himself hours on end so he could provide more for his clan than he could for himself. He always put them before himself in acts of selflessness, he never thought much about himself.}

^{The tiger attack which left him more determined than ever to prove he wasn't disabled, and he succeeded despite his moments of doubts and that one breakdown in which he went running to Fraiser.}

^{He lost his tail and the viscous attack which almost left him skittish but he climbed out of that hole just like he had climbed out of the struggles of loosing his tail.}

^{Then the move.. joining them on the journey to a new territory under Harrierstar's rule before she disappeared. The dragon eggs he found, kept warm enough to hatch, and raised. How were they doing? He didn't know, he didn't speak to them in a long time. Maybe they became apprentices, or old enough to leave and flew the coop to live on their own.}

^{He hoped that they were well, and they weren't hurt or dead.}

^{There was his depression which left him almost immobile, inactive, for almost a full month or two where a lot of things happened before Ichigo became the leader. Then his capture, which left him with more horrible wounds- gah, he wouldn't be able to burn those images out of his head and he would never wish torture on anyone. No one deserved that pain, and that fear.}

^{Yet he returned, still as determined as ever but..}

^{He lost his hotheadedness, he had calmed down a lot since he was an apprentice and a kitten. He started to go with the flow, voicing his opinion occasionally and once in a while stubborn- but now willing to admit his defeat if he was wrong instead of trying to prove he was right in a pointless argument.}

^{Maybe it was the depression, or all the struggles he faced.}

^{So many injuries, and deaths.}

^{First the young kitten he couldn't save against the fox who scarred his face, then his parents- family members, O'Fraiser and Cambrian. His aunt disappeared, he had heard Quarternote had died- his brother went missing. Those were the important ones, the ones he viewed as close to him or who he should have protected- there were more but he couldn't think of them at the moment.}

^{A lot had happened, he could barely believe it but here he was reminiscing again.}

^{On the cliff that overlooked the ocean, the ocean in which he always lived by and how he could tell he was home- born and raised in Hawkclan and never leaving willingly.}

^{He was adorned with bandages and cobwebs, but a leather hide armor covered some of it. It had blue jewels embedded in it, made-by-paw from Cambrian. His adoptive 'mother', despite the male tiger being a male- he was the 'mom' and O'Fraiser was the 'dad' and they had adopted him.}

^{With this, he was laying in a broken-ish basket that had a red plaid blanket shoved into it. It was the basket which he carried the dragon eggs, and had found all the blankets before to keep the clan warm on their journey tho no one really took any. He remembered giving three to the cubs who.. he didn't know where they were.}

^{At least it protected him from the inches of snow on the ground that was a result of the blizzard- it was cold, he wasn't afraid of it, but he didn't want to get frost bite again for sitting out on the cliff at the late hours of the night.}

^{The chilly wind was already enough for him, he didn't need snow anymore.}

^{There was also the wilted flower crown above his head, it was a gift from Cherrypaw who was deceased- just like the flowers that made up the crown on top of his head. He missed her, she was his first love and would always be.}

^{It was so hard to forget, and he always felt a pang in his heart whenever he thought back on it. She never made it to warriorship with him, she hadn't even been close. Yet while she was on earth, they had a fine time together. Playing together, creating things together- it was one of the happiest times he had ever had. He was fond of her, and she made him happy.}

^{The only other happy times was around his family, most of them was gone besides Ichigo and he didn't know anyone else- Harrier's kids who were older than him.. he hadn't seen them around in a while.}

^{Speaking of them, he didn't have his cloak anymore. He still believed he was a cloaked member (and he was to remain oblivious until he was back in the family, in which case everything would presume as normal as if he was never disowned), but he figured that someone must have gotten it when he was captured by Shadowclan.}

^{That made sense in his mind.}

^{A heavy sigh left his maw as he recalled such memories, green eyes flickering open to stare at the starlit sky that hung above the ocean with the moon full of light. He knew Starclan was still watching down on Hawkclan, they had to be. They just.. had to be, his faith was still strong.}

^{Just look at what they were doing now- lighting up the ocean and giving them light to see by.}

^{He would be with them one day, he'd join their ranks when his time called but that wasn't today.}

^{He still had many years ahead of him, tho it was a matter of survival. There were wars yet to be fought, despite preferring peace over fighting which was once again a surprise for the once aggressive tom- and there were creatures that needed to be taken care of, and a clan which needed members to hunt for them. Especially for the little ones who he was always awkward around until he had to try and raise his own.}

^{What would this year be? What would the second year of his life be like?}

^{How would this summer play out?}

^{There were a lot of opportunities, especially once he healed from his recent injuries.}

^{It was going to be a long year but-}

^{Wolfram was going to do his best to make it a bright one.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"I'm up for it, I need a bit of exercise," Wolfram spoke up as he padded over, a light smile on his face, "I'm Wolfram by the way, I don't think we have met before," He commented towards that- he surely hadn't met a lot of creatures lately but that was due to some inactivity. A lot of attention was going to a different character.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"Am I too late to join?" Wolfram commented with a bit of a light chuckle, it had been a while since he joined a border patrol- the last time it happened he was an apprentice, and since he was feeling better- why not? It'd be fun.}[/fancypost]