Posts by Shellstorm

Solis is male, actually, just noticed he's the wrong gender in the allegiances. ^^ Not really a big deal, though.

The Luxio observed the sea from a spot near the ship's bow, glancing downwards as she spotted a school of fish Pokémon swimming near the ship - a bunch of Feebas being lead by a Milotic. Not paying them much mind, she was about to turn back, maybe strike up a conversation with Dawn, when she too noticed the strange figure. "Hey, Dawn, Captain, you see that?" Fuse leaned forward, squinting as she tried to get a better look at what it was.

Fuse's expression turned into a glare. "That Raichu needs to learn what battles aren't his to fight." She growled, the faint electricity running through her claws beginning to intensify as she prepared for a fight. She didn't know what his story was - and in all honesty, the Luxio didn't care. She just knew he was threatening her crew, and she wasn't going to let that continue.

Thanks. ^^

"If only." Fuse muttered wistfully, her tail lashing behind her. She'd never known Luke's father, so she would just have to take his word for it. "It's not that we can't beat 'em, but these guys are starting to be a real pain in the neck." Shortly after she finished speaking, the Raichu had boarded their ship. The Luxio narrowed her eyes, tensing as she prepared to strike.

Fuse let out a feral yowl, springing at the Raichu. She slashed her razor-sharp claws at him, still crackling with electricity.

"Hmm. So if we suddenly started calling ourselves 'treasure hunters' instead of 'pirates', we'd be in the clear?" Fuse challenged, glaring at the Raichu. "Here's a thought. I'm not saying we're a hundred percent innocent, but we're pretty good for pirates, all things considered. Why aren't you hunting down the Pokémon ten times worse than us, if you insist on continuing your childish crusade?" She spat, ready to pounce at the other electric type again.

"Isn't he?" Fuse scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I've seen his type before. They think they're so absolutely in the right that they've half lost their minds. You just can't reason with them." She remarked, glancing between the Lucario and Greninja. "Luke, Captain, did either of you get hurt back there?"

The Luxio seemed doubtful. "If you ask me, he's just out hunting for glory. He'd probably be hailed as a hero if he returns to his hometown with one of our heads on a pike." She said darkly, glaring out at their retreating ship. She knew this wouldn't be the last they'd see of him. He'd come back again, along with the rest of his crew of do-gooders.

"Maybe." The Luxio muttered - she didn't really agree, but she didn't want to argue with the captain, either. Her gaze travelled between the two. "Just, whatever you decide to do, keep an eye open. Whatever his reasoning, that Raichu hates our guts. I wouldn't count on him to play fair."

The Luxio nodded. "Let's forget about Cheese for a while and look for treasure or something. It's not like we'll have any difficulty finding him." She murmured, a hint of a smile on her muzzle.

"Speaking of new skills..." Fuse said with a familiar smirk on her face. "... One of the Pokémon on the last island we visited was nice enough to teach me Iron Tail. I think it'll come in handy."

Same here. ^^

The she-cat waited for a moment before she began talking, her tail lashing behind her. "Pebblestar has given me the authority to lead a patrol to the Marsh in search of the shards." She explained bluntly; she knew there was no point in mincing words. "This is an extremely important mission, and I trust you all will treat it as such. If we fail, and the rogues collect the shards first, then it is almost guaranteed that we'll be stuck in this dimension indefinitely."

She waited a moment to let that sink in. "I want Russetflight, Swiftclaw, Branchear and Snowpiercer to come with me. We aren't certain what dangers lurk in the Marsh, as we go there rarely, so a large patrol would be a safe bet. More cats also means more pairs of eyes to look for the shards." Having finished her explanation, she glanced at the four warriors of her choice, her amber eyes narrowed slightly. "Any questions?"

(Bump.)

Name: Swiftpaw

Gender: Female

Age: Six and a half months.

Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: Swiftpaw is a black she-cat with bright orangish-copper eyes. She has some white markings; her chest, underbelly and paws are white. She is slightly smaller than average for her age, but she isn’t tiny, either. She has medium-short length fur, often ruffled and messy.

Personality: An adventurous young apprentice who has a good heart, though it’s often hidden by her blunt and somewhat sarcastic nature. She’ll occasionally take a joke too far, and has a habit of teasing her fellow apprentices, but it’s all in good fun. She stands up for her beliefs very firmly, and her stubborn nature means that she dislikes backing down. She works more off of her emotions than logic, and although not stupid, she tends to be somewhat simpleminded and takes the most obvious solution to solving a problem.

History: Uneventful, she was born in HitherClan.

Family: Open, if anyone would like to have her as a family member. Otherwise, they’re all NPCs at the moment.

Other:

Tracking. ^^

"Hey, can I come too?" Swiftpaw piped up just as the Deputy had stepped out of camp, an optimistic glint in the new apprentice's eyes. She had brushed down her fur hurriedly, and although it looked neater than usual for the young she-cat, it still stuck up in random tufts across her pelt. Her tail lashed behind her energetically. She had been pent up in the camp for an entire six moons; she felt more than ready to join her clanmates on a patrol. She swore to StarClan she'd burst if she had to sit around and do nothing for much longer.

A bright smile flashed across the apprentice's muzzle. "Thanks, Ferretfoot." She chimed in an almost singsong tone. She took her place alongside the rest of the patrol, determined to make herself useful. Or at the very least not be a burden on her clanmates. Her ears perked attentively as she scanned the forest ahead of her, craning her head upwards in an attempt to get a better view.