Posts by Voletail.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]What Danny said surprised the feline, to say the least. In fact, he hadn't thought that anyone would want to leave this haven-of-a-clan. Voletail had thought that everyone felt the same way about SylvanClan, but of course, his opinions didn't apply to everyone, and the tom had to keep that in mind.

"If you really love this clan, then you know if you want to stay or not. It's a big world out there, Danny, and I'm not going to stop you or anything, but the decision's really up to you. I don't think I can help you on this one. I've left and joined clans, twice, in fact. All I have to say is that you've gotta decide for yourself." Shame, too. The collie had made such a good warrior, and the fact that he was thinking about leaving amazed him.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Oh, right, she had an apprentice to train. Voletail had for, like, a day, but he had never been given a chance to train Mistpaw. Too bad. Not like he wouldn't be given a chance to train someone later on, but it would have been nice to start out a mentor.

"Don't forget - I was with you on that border patrol," he responded, half-chuckling. It had been a busy day, hadn't it? However, it hadn't strained the tomcat's energy in the slightest. If anything, it made him more lively. The fawn-colored cat hadn't been given much to do in his previous clan, so it was a huge breath of fresh air.

Voletail looked down at the squirrel placed in front of him. He wasn't particularly hungry, but it would be rude to decline. "Oh, thanks," the deputy replied, laying down on his belly and taking a bite off of the rodent.

"So, how have you been?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]So, forth of July weekend is coming up, and that means that I'm gonna be busy at the beach. We do have internet there, but I'm only going to get maybe ten minutes to get online. This probably won't start until Saturday and end on either Sunday or Monday. Sorry you guys! I just thought it would be a good idea to put out an early reminder owo.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]There sure had been a lot of meet-and-greets recently. But that could only be expected, considering how many new members had joined SylvanClan in the past couple days. Voletail had nothing wrong with them, of course, he just was growing tired of constantly saying hello.

"Hi, Frostbite," the deputy meowed, plodding over to the far larger wyvern. It surprised Voletail how little time it took for him to become used to the sight of the dragon-ish senior warrior.

"I'm Voletail, but you already know that."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Voletail was relieved to hear that there hadn't been any injuries. SylvanClan was a young clan, and they were already head-deep in trouble. No injuries was exactly what he liked to hear. "And I'd much rather keep it that way. We have no need for our warriors to be hurt, especially at a time like this. The Exiles have been a huge nuisance."

However, he wasn't expecting to hear Silentsky's question afterwards. Kind of out of the blue, wasn't it? And hard to answer. He had never really thought about it, as he had never been put in that kind of situation.

"I don't know. I mean, you should always try to save both of them first, but in the end, I feel that the younger cats are more important. The clan relies on them more than it does the older ones. Anyone who can help for the greater good, and make someone else's sacrifice not in vain." Jeez, he had just said to not help him, hadn't he?

Voletail had no idea how to split his loyalty evenly. Most of it went to the important members of the clan, like the medicine cat and the leader, but the rest of it was just, well, distributed. Probably not even evenly.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Yeah, a party sounds like a good idea! We should invite other groups, as you guys have already said, to sort of get our name out there owo

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]The tomcat always found strangers on his solo border patrols. He tended to have go on them just for the relaxing aspect, but in SylvanClan, it was also a good way to find potential joiners. In HitherClan, it was uncommon to find an unknown cat out in the territory, but here, it seemed to be the norm. Huh.

Voletail appeared through the trees, looking down at the young she-cat. "Hello there," he greeted in his deep voice, looking at the sleeping cat. She would wake up on her own if she heard him, so he had no reason to do it manually. "Can I help you with something?" She looked to be just about the age of a new apprentice, so it was unlikely the cream tabby was lost. At least, he sure hoped a lost cat hadn't shown up on their border and then decided to just take a nap. Weird.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]I'm sorry? Sorry for what? Voletail didn't understand what on Earth was going on. He had never seen someone just say "I'm sorry" and leave. Strange.

"Well, bye." There really was no indication where Fatepaw was going, so the pale brown tom had no clue what to say. Would she be back, had she done something bad? Was she going to talk to their allies about a huge issue that she started, right under his nose? Probably none of those things, but still. It was hard to just assume some things.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Ugh, The Exiles were pathetic. Slaughtering cats to, what, look scary? It sure wasn't doing the job. You couldn't just take several lives and leave with no remorse, unless you were either an awful being or a senseless zombie. From his experience, they could go under both categories.

"We're going to need to get back at them some way sooner or later. If we don't, they're just going to keep doing this, the mindless fox-hearts. I'll speak to Willowstar. Maybe we'll have something sorted out later." Voletail despised The Exiles for everything that they had done. They just didn't stop, did they? Killing, senselessly. It wasn't like SylvanClan would be damaged by this, no, he knew his clanmates were strong enough to pull through. But it sure was an issue that needed to be resolved.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]So, Danny's full name was Dancer? Well, okay then. Voletail couldn't really see why the collie had been keeping that to himself. It wasn't like an "I'm actually a spy from The Exiles" kind of announcement. Oh well, the fawn tomcat wouldn't judge him. Maybe he just really disliked that name.

"Alright. I'll keep calling you Danny, anyways." This wouldn't really affect the deputy, so he had little to say on the subject. Dancer wasn't actually a bad name, but neither was Danny, which he supposed was now his nickname.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Didn't think he made a good impression on Willowstar? Bah humbug, there was no way that was the case. If anything, the she-cat loved all of her clan members to death. If she felt any differently towards the collie, that would have been more of a shock to him than anything.

"There's no way Willowstar's going to shun you for not leaving a good first impression. I'm sure that she thinks of you as a fantastic warrior. Plus, no one thinks that the war with The Exiles is the best choice, battles are always going to lead to injuries and possible deaths. But at this point, I'd say it's our only option. They're sure not going to quit tormenting us until we put them back in their place." Anti-clans would never be higher than pro-clans. There were many things that they were, but superior, not in a million years.

Hearing the dog's tone of voice change, the tomcat nodded. "Good choice. I know that all of SylvanClan appreciates that you're here and helping."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Can I have the SylvanClan deputy badge on this account? owo

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]A tour? Boy, Voletail wasn't even sure if he knew the territory well enough himself, having joined just over a week ago. But he wasn't going to decline the upbeat warrior's request. If anything, he'd do his best to honor it.

"Sure. Do you want to go to camp first, and then we'll work our way around the borders?" There really wasn't much to see in most of their territory, but he would do his best.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Vole can owo!
Do you want me to make a thread?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]The tomcat arrived, looking up at the young wolf. He was not familiar with his scent, putting Voletail a little on edge. However, Echo did not look to be getting ready to pick a fight, so the middle-aged deputy wasn't going to jump to conclusions or anything.

"Hello there. Voletail. Can I help you with something?" He was growing more used to seeing canines as more than just enemies, but it still seemed strange to think that this wolf could very well be here for something nice, like joining or an invitation. Oh well, times changed, didn't they?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Voletail arrived, standing beside the wyvern. He had nothing to say, considering that Minnow had already asked for everything, and he didn't have a reply to respond to. Oh well, he thought it would be a good idea to stick around anyways. Maybe he would need to do something, if this feline needed to see Willowstar or something.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]SylvanClan had been relatively uneventful for the past day or two. Not much had happened, besides the occasional slaughter committed by The Exiles. But even that was already growing old. It didn't take long to go from a monster to just not even to be bothered with. A real villain didn't have to just constantly be killing to be considered bad.

He had been spending most of his time back in camp, just sitting around. Voletail had already hunted earlier in the day, and had very little to do. Once in a while, he would patrol the territory, looking for trespassers, joiners, and requests, but that wasn't enough to be called exciting. Especially after all of the things that had just recently occurred. Oh well, he supposed that nothing happening was better than something bad happening.

The deputy stood up, stretching his legs out two by two. He was just going to go out in the territory, take a little walk, maybe catch a mouse or two. There was nothing going on in camp, after all, so a quick stroll wouldn't do any bad.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]It had been a long time since he had seen most of his grandkits. Most of them had just disappeared not long after their birth, besides Dreampaw, he supposed. In fact, it had been so long that the deputy began to forget their names. What a shame, that most of Elmflower's kittens had just seemingly faded off of the surface of the Earth. But who knew. Maybe along with Littlepaw, the rest of them would join.

"Little...!" he purred, sitting right beside his grandson. Wasn't he the only tom? Made him all the more special then. Oh, how nice it was to see his family. It had been a long while since his daughter had taken the trip to HitherClan. Nice to see that some of them were still up and kicking.

"It's been a while. How have you been?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: auto; text-align:justify;font-size:11px;]Voletail never thought that vampires were actually a real thing. They were just like the chubacabra, or Bigfoot. A tale to tell at a bonfire, not something that actually existed. But many things had changed in the clans since he had been around. Perhaps they came into existence. Made absolutely no sense, but okay.

"If The Exiles really want to seem intimidating, then they ought to go after actual members of the clan." He had no idea what an NPC was, being an ignorant cat, unknowing that wasn't even alive. But he knew for a fact that never before had he seen these cats, let alone any of the other kills they had committed.

"I'm tired of this. I say we talk to Willowstar about it."