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CINDERPAW!
( a simple cat who cares about the environment )

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CINDERPAW!
( a simple cat who cares about the environment )

[size=7pt]--BUT YOU CAN LAY WITH ME SO IT DOESN'T HURT![/size]

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CINDERPAW!
( a simple cat who cares about the environment )

[size=7pt]--BUT YOU CAN LAY WITH ME SO IT DOESN'T HURT![/size]

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"Y-you're nice... er, I mean, your talking was nice! W-wait, no..." He attempted complimented with difficulty to the alicorn, his demeanor meek and silent as he studied from a comfortable distance. "What I-I'm trying to say that it was a good speech!" The apprentice eventually managed to force out. After some consideration and a few feet afar from the mythical female, he scooted closer out of fear that she would suddenly walk away. If that happened, there would be no one in the area except Kyoko and himself, and Stars knew how that would turn out for the misanthrope.

Winston would make a wonderful choice for a viscount or higher, in his opinion. In fact, he kinda looked up to the canine. Sure was comforting to see that others supported his decision -- he thought for a while that he was all alone on his opinions until now. Stretching to a less introverted stance, he tilted his head at the winged beast. Cinderpaw wondered how many more would vote Winston as the most worthy in the clan to earn a promotion.

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Cinderpaw sauntered up to the scene next to Serenity, often glancing backwards over his shoulder, as if expecting someone to show up. Turning his attention back to the loud female, he gave his thoughts on the topic at hand. "Good speech, and I-I agree." Cinderpaw muttered, his paw grinding into the ground as he lowered his diluted yellow-green irises. Usually he wouldn't be complimenting a total stranger -- mostly out of sheer self-doubt -- but this time he had something to benefit because of it. The possibility to become more acquainted and less scared all the time. See, Cinderpaw only did something when he got something in return, and the consequence of praise and agreement reaped many benefits for him and his future.

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Usually, the black-coated feline was rather logical about these sorts of things. There weren't many consequences for the act of dying one's fur, even less so in captivity like the mall. However, Cinderpaw was feeling a little less than stable about this decision."R-Rosekit! What in Star's name did you do to your fur...!" Cinderpaw exclaimed in a frantic tone, "What if you get p-poisoned by it? Or some humans will see you and take you away to test you with needles. O-Oh no, we must wash it out immediately!" The Egytian Mau nervously lashed his tail about, his onyx-shaded fur bristling at the consequences of her actions. Before long, he began pacing back and forth, looking for some source of water to drown purge the kitten's rebellious mistake.

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It smelt rancid, and his natural instincts told him to evade this substance at all costs. Nervously flicking his tail to calm himself down, he took a deep breath against his panicking state and turned his attention to Destroya. "From my knowledge, that substance would surely kill a cat..." He began with a worried look, as if he knew he warnings weren't going to effect her final decision. "Um... but you know, I'm probably wrong." he trailed off with a mutter, grinding his foot into the floor. As one could observe, Cinderpaw wasn't all that confident in his abilities, nor his arsenal of information.

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As Cinderpaw slid into the session with relative ease, he frowned at all the replies. Now, he had always been a skeptical, logical, and overall misanthrope when it came to these kinds of dilemmas, and he had trouble with the whole "forgive and forget" policy. However, the ashy tom wasn't quite confident enough to voice these rebellious thoughts. Jumping on the bandwagon, he folded his ears, met the ground's gaze, and pursed his lips. "I suppose you're forgiven..." He whispered. While he might have joined the crowd's voice, his mind was far from it. If anything, this just made him twice as untrustworthy, despite how brave he was in confessing his sins against the clan. But yet again... this guy saved him when he first joined.... No, that wasn't enough reason. Whatever his inner debates said, he would have to remain vigilant and keep an eye out for this new side of Cainsmark.

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Never was Cinderpaw a fan of any kind of animal beyond his own family of felidae, so when he spotted the beast's mighty stature from a distance, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Concern wrapped around his cranium as he pondered whether to approach or play it safe. Fearing what the authorities would say if they found out he was here but didn't do anything to protect his clanmates after the dragon-like animal ate them, he decided to amble over.

Taking a spot next to Hamptonkit and cranking his neck to the side, he answered the question with a guess of his own, "I-It kinda looks like a large salamander," He inferred, "but I don't know if it's really that s-safe to keep around. If it's--Roran's--a carnivore, it might cause some problems if you can't take care of it..." Cinderpaw frowned at the queer creature, his yellow-green visionaries soon avoiding the menace's sharp, reptilian gaze. He didn't want it to eat him if he was caught accidentally staring. After a moment of brooding, he came to a possible, but perhaps harsh solution.

"Maybe we should kill it... just to be safe?" he muttered, his dark claws catching the floor beneath him as he tested the curved natural weapons. As soon as he uttered those words, he immediately bit his tongue and prayed they didn't hear it. Roran was a pet, so now he would probably be chastised for his claim. That was usually what he got for speaking out of line, or rather, speaking at all.

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At the claim of the calvalier, Cinderpaw gave her a look as if she'd grown a second head. It wasn't so much as the nonsense of the statement, more of the situation he was placed in. "W-What? I would never murder anyone...! [size=5pt]Not if there wasn't any good reason, anyway...[/size]" He trailed off, tapping his smoky-tipped tail on the ground in slight embarrassment. He always had to jump out of line for talking. Oh well, wasn't like anyone would remember this little moment the next day.

Lifting his chin to watch the humble cavalier, Cinderpaw let his mind wander for a moment. Cainsmark seemed pretty serious about this, even if it was quite unnecessary. It reminded him of a kitten who might accidentally bump into someone, and fuss over it even though no one remembers or cares that it happened. That was about the feeling he was collecting from this whole ordeal. "Um, anyway, yeah... J-Just stay away from your former self, and I think you'll be f-fine." he muttered before ducking his head to avoid random, judging stares. But yet again, that was a stupid reason for someone to stare. He really needed to learn to banish these arbitrary thoughts. Anyway, that was besides the point. Yeah.

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Cinderpaw shuffled his feet nervously as he watched nearby pedestrians roam about his line of sight. A question had been haunting him for a decent about of time, and he felt like he should ask before he lost his confidence. As the busy crowd moved by, he let his shaky voice call out, “H-hey, sir?” he muttered before the male quickly scooted by, oblivious to his attempts. A dog pattered by soon after, his tongue lazing out to the side. With a step towards him, he tried again, “Excuse me, u-um… o-okay, that's alright, just walk away.” Ignored. Did no one notice his pathetic attempts to call for a mentor?

Receding into a bundled up position, the ash-flecked male rested his chin on the ground and trained his eyes on a speck of dust that flew up at his presence. He always seemed to drive things away from him—dirt, people, it was all the same. It was all unintentional, but his eccentric and realistic personality always seemed to stick out from the main crowd, and he was judged for that. His dependability—described as clinginess by some—was another one of these odd quirks he brandished. Oh, what he would give to just… be normal. Rid himself of these disorders and live an average life, was that so much to ask? But, that would never happen. He was living in the here and now, and nothing could change that. All he could do was hang on until the next day.

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// for a minute I actually believed it; nice prank! [size=5px]unless it actually is real .-.[/size]

Flummoxing feeling overtook the gray apprentice as he listened in, a look of skepticism and suspicion crossing his round features. This seemed pretty odd to him, but when he narrowed his almond-shaped visionaries, he thought the best method of approach was to obey the one in command of the whole clan.

"A-Alright, if you think this is the best way..." he muttered, thinking this was an April Fool's joke as well when he ambled over. Pocky gods? Never heard of 'em, and didn't believe in them. Cinderpaw briskly took a seat next to Dean, anxiously glancing over his shoulder every now and again. The leader was crazy if she thought anyone would obey her childish commands. Even he was too old to see right through her scandalous scheme.

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The disorderly feline lifted his head to the angelic beast, his eyes widening at the size difference between them. He hadn't realized it before, but looking at her now, she was huge! "I'm a-alright, just thinkin'." he whispered, his marbled chin connecting back to his paws as the melanistic panther sauntered over with a twinge of concern on his features. Usually he wasn't a fan of pity, but at the moment he really didn't give a crap what other thought of him.

"I was actually j-just wondering who I should ask to be my mentor, but everyone seems t-too busy, or just unwilling," Cinderpaw voiced his thoughts, pursing his lips as he looked to the ebony feline, "Oh, and for the record.... U-um, I'm Cinderpaw." he introduced with an incline of his smoky dome and a flick of his tail. It was kind of odd for him to confide in two practical strangers; he mostly liked to avoid needless pestering with his problems, but he felt like these two might've been able to help him.

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Torn between two wonderful candidates, huh? Never did he once believe he would be in the middle of such a situation, but it was frankly kind of flattering. Usually he was the one to be fretting over another, so this was a nice change of pace. Letting his yellow-green gaze somberly float over the two, he let out a sigh from his sooty lips. "You're both too good to miss out on the opportunity t-to train with..." Cinderpaw closed his eyes and let his sense of logistics come flowing to his frontal cortex.

"Maggie, you said you've been lonely lately? An apprentice w-would be a great experience, and if I'd have to infer, I'd say you'd be quite the extraordinary teacher if you gained an apprentice. Like anyone else, you've had your hard times and grew stronger from that. To p-pass on the knowledge to the next generation would be something too good to miss, and it would help one to not only grow in physical strength, but wisdom as w-well."

But," he paused, picking up a twig in between his toes and twiddling it around in thought, "Serenity is a brilliant teacher from what I've seen. She's compassionate, m-motivating, and very understanding. I don't believe you would push one too hard, but instead figure out different ways to keep them persisting towards their goal. An extraordinary combination i-indeed." Cinderpaw looked up to the viscountess with admiration in his deep visionaries.

"So if I had to choose one to help me grow stronger, I would have to go with..."

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"We m-may take one of these?" he reiterated in a soft tone as he clung to the edges of a cardboard box filled to the brim with various items. Cinderpaw always had the need to double check to make sure he didn't screw anything up; he had the tendency to avoid common sense when there was often a more logical option.

Letting his Mau-patterned body rear up to grasp the edge of the container, he peered in regardless of his question only moments ago. Adorning the box he found several collars, some involving spike-studs, while others were a vibrant hue with ribbons streaming from the front. After a couple moments of decisive brooding, he selected a cold-colored plaid involving greens of many shades, a few turquoise tossed in, and a large array of blue stripes. Seizing it with his teeth, he dropped from the brown box and gingerly approached the colorful female.

"L-Lady is your name, correct? Could you help me put this c-collar on?"

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