Posts by wolframe

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"Welcome back, Aspenkit," He had heard of his cousin, it was his cousin- right? Harrierbeat was his aunt and this was one of her kids- so cousin was correct. "I can take you back to camp if you'd like," Wolfram responded to that with a bit of a grin, it was a welcoming and friendly one like always.} [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Warm, yet peaceful, music would dance through the air of Hawkclan. Piano music, to be exact. One of the many tricks and things he learned when he had disappeared and went traveling- he knew he was disowned before he left, and although his family was his life, he learned while he was away that it didn't change blood or any relations set up during that time period. He did however, find it unfair still- to this day. His parents, Thurio and Hollyburst, no matter how much they'd deny it- had disappeared for months before showing up and dying. And what? They weren't disowned, nothing happened to them, but he slipped into depression for one week and he was immediately boot off? The ones he thought the world of were ones he held slight dislike to- wait, no, not them. Harrierbeat. She was the one in charge, she was the one who boot him off like that. They hadn't done anything wrong. His aunt and his mentor was now one of the centers of one of the very few grudges he held, but it was pushed to the back of his mind.}

^{During the months he was gone, the three legged cat took to finding him a new, blank, cloak. One that meant nothing, just one he could sleep in and reminiscene over. They couldn't take it from him since his symbol was not all over it- and yes, he was clingy. While he was gone, he had also picked up some much interesting information. Wolfram, two years, was starting to get a little bit of a silvery tinge to his fur despite still being young but he traveled until he passed out, literally. Herbal knowledge, parenting knowledge, fighting information, how to use those weapons all the kittens and apprentices ran around with, he only ever trusted the older ones with those things, (and he still wasn't fond of them himself), how to make armor- more about the ocean in which the old high position, Fraiser, disappeared in, how to play this instrument, how to read and write- seeing as he was illiterate before he left. Tons of information! He also had a basket of trinkets from foreign lands, for those who stuck around (since he was sure there was barely any members who knew him before he ended up vanishing), and the kittens and apprentices interested in any little stories he had.}

^{The battle scarred tom didn't have many, but some where interesting and some he heard through the grapevine. Well, as long as he didn't frighten him with his looks- he thought those age groups would enjoy it. The brown tabby had a stubbed tail, missing, except for one piece that was all tufted up. A leg, clean gone- the fur having regrown nicely over it. The same side, he had terrible battle scars. Almost his entire flank was scarred and furless except for his shoulders and his hip, all somewhat in tufts. More scarring on the other flank with a little fur loss from it but not as bad- and then the mark on his face. They.. surprisingly weren't from many battles. He got stupid back when dragons were just becoming a thing and decided to fight the once rare, huge, tigers. He was always known to get up and go, and never stop. He was so headstrong and stubborn it was a surprise he didn't die on his journey. From glaciers to scorching deserts with their rough winds.}

^{As the song died down, and ended, he'd get his basket and begin off into the castle in which he called home.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Ah, new bodies. He didn't have that power himself but they'd either turn out to be in terrible pain or thrilling themselves, and he was glad that she was happy instead of the opposite. "Nice, tell me what it feels like in the skies when you come down," His voice took a lighter tone to show he wasn't serious about telling him. The three legged tom offering a small smile.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Battles. They were always fun, but he figured he'd sit out this one since he just got back. Give his body a rest from everything he was doing. Either way, he was there and took note of it.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"I'm just going to be watching, I already know my stuff. I can help out if you need an extra paw. If I offered anymore I wouldn't be able to walk," He seemed to be in a much lighter mood since he got back. Joking slightly about his injury, the missing leg not a disability to him. But either way, the brown tabby sat down and watched.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"I brought quite a lot of things back with me. None of it means much to me, but I thought some of you might find it pretty neat. Talk your picks," There were things like worn compasses, even small gold medallions and coins from centuries ago, spears, bottles of desert sand and some of volcanic ash and some of them mixed. A few plushies, worn all from all the traveling he did- a couple worn blankets. Those who felt cold after their death, even after reincarnation, might appreciate it if they still felt chilly in the summer heat. Nicked dishes and bowls he stole from two legs, spears, weapons, armor. Seashells even. The basket was overloaded.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He almost forgot to introduce himself to the newer creatures- he wondered what wide array there was. When he left, there was only a handful of big cats, his three dragon children, and a lot of cats. Domestic felines, to be exact- and maybe a few severals. "Meet and greet! I am Wolfram, and I have a ton of last names so lets not get into that. My middle name is Tobias-Elmo tho, encase you want any nicknames. Some just call me Wolfy tho," He introduced himself after announcing that. He was here since October, or well, the end of September of two thousand fourteenth. Just after Old Glory's rule, through Crackedstar's rule, the majority of Harrierbeats, and then he had no idea who were the leaders after them tho he knew they disappeared. Huh, he beat they were still in the family even though that they had left too. That was purposely giving up their names, but whatever. He still had a bit of a grudge over that.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{A bit of grunt and an 'omph' as he was barreled into. It wasn't that hard to knock him over, he already had poor balance. A light laugh leaving him as he listened to the others. "Yeah, I remember you Lacey," He was excited to see her for once, she didn't seem like that murderer he avoided before. He was glad for that. "Nice to meet everyone- hey Ichigo," It took him a minute to process the voice but he knew who it was. He was on a bit if a different page, still considering him his uncle through adoption. Ah, either way, it was good to see everyone. Old and new faces.}
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He already learned a lot about it, he spent days when his legs ached learning how to read and even reading up on it. Some creatures did drop hints. "If you need help, otherwise I am going to participate," Strange since he was always a fighter, he was probably still a better one tho. Stretching, he settled down.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Westros. That was a new group, wasn't it? "No, I don't think so. I don't think it'd hurt if you looked around, but you should get confirmation from the HP's," Some clans allowed allies to run all over their territory, but Wolfram didn't know the regulations here about that so he would rather have a higher up confirm he could search the land for the chickens.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{He figured this'd happen, the newer members not knowing him. "I am not trespassing," The stubborn brown tabby responded to the winged creature with a little yawn, he didn't understand the empowerment thing. They were all equal and anyone who felt like they were the superior species honestly had some things to sort out within themselves. "I'm Wolfram, iv'e been born and raised here. I went out traveling for a little bit, and now I am back. If anything, I should be asking who you are," With that stance, it was going to bring out his fiery personality. He was much nicer and calmer now that he was back, but his wild personality was still there.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][sup]"I don't know but they sure are great little buddies!" He had been woken up by them trying to get around him, which ended up him getting on several. It was quite relaxing to be carried but that'd look silly if he was caught. Being up and stretching, he sat down in the court yard on his haunches so he didn't take up too much space for them.

(1.10)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{As the stance relaxed, and the facial features softened, he noticeably calmed down a little bit. It was the reason for his attitude in the first place, the show of entitlement or empowerment never settled well with him- considering he was usually on the lower end of what some would call the ladder. But, he also ran around like he owned the place back when he was an apprentice- so he could sympathize a little there. "Good statement, but how would you feel about waiting around for someone to give you the okay that you could come home? I don't think you'd like it, and any of the older members that know me can tell you I am a bit impatient," The last part with a light chuckle- he didn't hold much hostility towards any of his clanmates but he was pretty certain that no one wanted to lounge around and wait for permission to even walk onto the territory that they did live on. Unless they were a traitor or someone who purposely abandoned them with no wanting or need to come back, which- some might thought he fell into the second which he didn't, then he didn't see a need for them to wait. Shaking out the little bit of short fur he did own- he puffed it up a little from before.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Contrary to popular belief, Wolfram still wasn't deceased. You couldn't put him in the ground that easily. His soul was going to have to be forcefully removed from his body before he decided to proceed to the afterlife- all apart of his stubborn personality that he still had since he was a kitten. Speaking of kittens- well, he use to make flower crowns. He always thought that was 'too girly', tho those ideas slowly disintegrated. His first experience with flower crowns was the, who he thought was deceased, Cherrypaw who made some with him. He still had the poorly made crown, tho it was stored carefully. It was dead, and falling apart.}

^{So why not share something that could bring a bit of happiness? He didn't see the issues with it. "Flower crowns, anyone?" They were extremely easy to make with flower prints, a power he wasn't too fond of but he still used anyways.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{White? That wouldn't have been too much of a problem- "Yeah," He responded, beginning to work on the weaving- didn't take much to make one- offering it to him with a bit of a smile.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{Well he happened to be late- Quarternote was also his uncle through family ties despite being.. well, disowned- wasn't he? Eh, he ignored the majority of that. "Hey," Wolfram chimed in as he padded over, taking a seat alongside the others.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{"I'm sure you know me," Wolfram commented as he padded over- "But if you forgot, i'm Wolfram," He added with a small smile.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{The beach- back on their old territory long before they moved from human invasion, or something along those lines, he use to love to sit on the sand and he was even in charge of doing a few weekly tasks there. Such as monitoring the tide. So he wasn't about to pass up this- "I'm coming along," Wolfram chimed in as he padded over. He only had three legs but considering he had been in such condition for more than a good year, he was able to keep up.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{They were moving? Again? That came as a bit of a surprise to Wolfram, but he wasn't about to protest or do anything about it. He didn't have too much of a problem moving to this location, so he shouldn't have a problem moving to another. With a stretch, he was already ready to go and would follow the others. He had a few things he tossed in a duffle bag and he could carry, but not much. He owned very few items.}[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]^{A clan wide meet and greet? How nice. "I'm Wolfram, and I have several last names and two middles. I was here since Crackedstar's reign, just after Old Glory got kicked from here although you might not see me around much. I also speak fluent German," The also-three-legged tom would chime in as he padded over, he caught the game part but he figured he might as well introduce himself first as there were many members who'd not know or recognize the tabby.}

^{"Two truths, one lie, sounds good," He input his opinion, he hadn't played that game yet tho he had played a few games of truth or dare. He was more so for events, and fighting, than he was for any sort of games when he was younger so he actually didn't play much of these things.}[/fancypost]