Posts by Deutsch

He couldn't hide the little laugh that escaped his mouth at her comment. His head lifted slightly and a smile returned to his countenance. "Hm, so you can talk to ghosts now." He huffed in a friendly manner. Though he was farsighted, he had adapted well to it. His other senses became stronger and he didn't mind not being able to see things clearly in front of him.

Deutschland raised his head to look around their surroundings before finally resting on the sky. "You know, in one of the old territories, there were these ... ghost-like beings called wisps, and spirits of trees - I think they were called ... dyrads? Feliciano - your, hm, grandmother, was very close to them. The wisps always followed me around. It was a tradition for them, you see, for them to follow the leader. I don't think I've seen any here. You know about the world shift that happened months ago?" He was trying to steer the conversation into a more relaxed tone.

Deutschland had began his ThunderClan career at an awkward time. Clan traditions and customs were beginning to fall out of practice to make way for the newer advances in society - namely auto-acceptance and such. He had joined when the Japanese kitsune Kenshin was in power, but had quickly been dethroned by literal Heaven and the spirits placed Scorchstar and Flamecharm in charge - leaders he both did not care for or esteem highly. Deutschland obviously had not grown up in a Clan, that much was clear from his mannerisms and name, but he had tried to fit in - dubbing himself Deutschstar when he first became leader. He soon realized the Clans were outgrowing their stay. It was like letting go of one's toys when they became of age. It hurt, but it was progress.

He had been the one to change the name. Not many knew it, but it was of little matter to him. He was just glad he had given them a name that was still recognizable as "ThunderClan" but sounded powerful and strong. Not something like BloodClan turning into Sanguine Ruins or WindClan turning into Elysian Hills.

"I remember you. But not from RiverClan. The Tribe of Rushing Water. I think you came for an alliance when I was a vice leader." Deutschland remarked in a friendly tone, striding over to Tokyotower's side. His eyes softened. "I heard about RiverClan's fate. I'm sorry." It was quite dumb - of course he had not been there, but he heard the rumors of self-righteous and haughty fools had tried to take over, but the whole group had disbanded as a result. Now they had been wiped off the face of the earth. He had liked them when he was younger. A lot. Especially one of their leaders, Athena. "I'm Deutschland." The german shepherd continued.

He didn't remember the Sanctuary being on the alliance list - but he was perfectly aware that he could have made a mistake. After all, being farsighted, he had trouble reading and he hated asking other people for help. At this point, he began to even wonder what was the point with allies. He could hardly keep up with all the Clans. Being a former isolationist, all he knew and understood clearly was ThunderClan. He was not up to date on all the changes and such. Why couldn't all the tiny Clans merge together? It'd make things a lot easier.

"I mean at this point, it doesn't even matter ..." He muttered absently to himself aloud, hanging near the back of the group. The doctor stiffened his posture and gazed expectantly at Nymeria - figuring she would consent.

"Who now?" Deutschland's voice, bored and dull, would interrupt, having only caught the tailend of Feliks' words. The dilute shepherd strode past Feliks to inspect the dummy, his whiskers brushing over it since his eyesight was poor when up close. It didn't take him long to conclude what happened.

Completely unaware of the former possessor of the sword - as well as Feliks' relationship with one Deutschland despised terribly - he did not find it odd to see attempts at using weapons. Deutschland himself had used one - though hardly in actual combat. He had no use for it now, that was why he gave it to Laika before her trial. Many people had opted to use daggers and swords throughout what Deutschland had seen in his lifetime, though it seemed the trend was dying down. But strangely enough he had always seen Feliks as a person with infinite skills - how else had he managed to survive so much turmoil? He was a bit surprised to see how little damage the wolf was able to make with the sword. "You got him good." Deutsch snickered, turning his head around to face the the raindrop with a tight grin.

He was so dreadfully tired. His entire body ached and he did not want to attend the meeting. Earlier that day he had vomited up his breakfast, so he was not looking forward to sitting next to other warm bodies. His head spun as Nymeria made her announcements. He was surprised at her choice of promotions - honestly. He glanced warily at Fyodor and sighed loudly as Sky was given more time to step it up.

Deutschland knew that he had appointed Clarence as his second medic - but that had gone along as well as shit. Obviously he needed a replacement, and fast. He knew exactly who. And he didn't care if she sounded particularly irked today. "I want bramblemask. to take Clarence's place as a second Cloudwatcher. If she accepts." The shepherd droned out after Julian spoke, raising his head to steely meet Nymeria's gaze. Like some of his Clanmates, he knew there were a few who he though deserved to move up the ranks - and Bramblemask was one of them. He wanted one of the children to be a medic apprentice, but he'd wait a little longer for that.

Deutschland had changed a lot - but some things didn't change, and that was his hardwired working dog brain. He had never thought to run away from his home or fall slack in his duties, even though being a medic was not his dream job. He completed his work with a sort of humbleness, having calmed down from his most recent rage at Deathstroke on the border. While he was immensely bored, he had no will to leave a home he had stayed in for so long.

He also knew that he should stay here in case Feliciano came back. Though the brown cat hadn't been around in a while, Deutschland stayed faithful and the thought of his mate did often cross his mind. He certainly kept his memories in the back of his head, but he had been so robotic lately that he was beginning to feel numb. And he was getting sick. A lot more than he should be.

He was out on a quiet mission, shoving his nose through leafy fronds to loudly sniff for herbs. Deutschland Junior had put up quite a fight back at home - almost as if he knew something would happen at the border. Deutschland had succeeded in forcing the capybara pup to stay, and a good thing he did, because he was making good time in completing his chores. He'll go to the borders and turn around.

The German shepherd's furry face poked out from the foliage, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of something quite unlike herbs. Much, much sweeter. His eyes widened and he grinned, but he could not help the pang of sorrow slicing through his chest as he sensed the hesistation and turmoil in Feliciano's soul. Was it because of him? Of his own volition, the German shepherd trotted confidently from the jungle and wordlessly leaned down to grab Feliciano by the scruff and pull back into the territory. If he could talk between a mouthful of fur, he would of, but at this point it was impossible.

He won't let Feli go away this time.

However much pain he feels at being constantly left alone, Deutschland cannot deny that he's feeling joy as well. His heart swells with love and affection as he carries his best friend, his mate, in his jaws like something fragile and precious. It's evident from the way the dog strains his neck high to make Feliciano's ride home as little bumpy as possible. And no matter how much Feliciano protested with words, Deutschland would not listen. But with every step he took closer to home, his resolve weakened more and more.

Of course, he had always dreamed about reuniting with Feliciano after a long time, but reality was much different compared to fantasy.

Deutschland fumbles up the stairs to their treehouse, but he's determined and he manages to make it up there and push through the door. There he finally sets his "catch" down on the floor and bounds over to leap onto the bed, circling once, twice, and then flopping down to place his head on his paws to stare down at Feli. He's silent for a moment, and then opens his mouth. It's not a comment Feliciano was expecting, that was for sure.

"Wow, you've put on weight."

Was he joking? From the smirk he was covering up with his paws, he likely was.

He did not know if his senses had grown stronger with the gradual degradation of his eyesight, but he did know he was less accurate than usual. He was trying to make up for that, however, forcing himself to take long jogs and push himself. Back then, it was easier to do, but now all he wanted to do was rest and sleep.

It was pure luck that he ran into Emma today - like most of his interactions, as he never personally sought people out unless he absolutely needed something. He had arrived in time to see her slip. His ears pricked up at the scent of rabbit, realizing why Emma was out here. "Hey, need help?" The German shepherd cocked his head to the right, a look of genuine concern passing over his face. "Rabbits are tough to catch as one person." Deutschland preferred to rely on wit rather than brute strength. And if he could get Emma dried off before she caught some sort of cold, that would be good too.

His tail thumped against the ground, hearing Feliciano's reaction to his comment. He smiled lightly himself. Yes, it was not what he'd think he'd say. He felt rather strange, like he was outside his own body, watching himself interact with Feliciano. Something was so mystical and spiritual about their reunion that he could not comprehend. Was it even real? He swallowed. He had just thought it would have ended up differently.

Deutschland shuddered and stiffened when he felt the cat against his leg. He pulled his head up and ears back. It had felt like it had been so long since he had been touched like that. He was surprised that he wasn't feeling a sudden rush of heat and passion. He really was. Hadn't his deepest flaws centered on his inability to control himself? He felt close to crying. But I'm happy; I'm happy. He told himself. He's just confused ... that's all. "Hm. I'm sick." He protested meekly, moving his paws and legs away, closer to his chest, finding it difficult to meet Feliciano's gaze. Getting all the body signals that Feliciano really did miss and love him only sent Deutschland into a deeper wallowing of guilt. His own spirit and body language was tense. Obviously he was entirely infatuated with his mate, but alarmed at the way that the time they had spent alone had hollowed Deutschland out, rendering him confused and robotic. "Oh I missed you so much. Make me feel something, anything. I ... I can't ..."

oof i'd love that honestly

i'll be sure to put deutsch in a few open threads with blackpaw then! i'll try to get to his joining too

He couldn't remember if he had visited the Serin Copse or not. Wasn't that the Clan that had some sort of awful leader who dropped the Thunderlands as allies. Was that were Magi was? He really can't remember and he was reminded of just how little he cared for foreign relations. The beginnings of a conflict, however, were beginning to excite him. Even if Nymeria said she didn't want anyone investigating on their own, Deutschland was intrigued.

"Can we deal with them?" After all, apparently they had attacked two of their allies. Deutschland had set his throat on the line when Shadow Veil, a neutral, took over their ally, WindClan, and whined about him being dishonest and betraying the neutrality. Yeah, like he'd let a lifetime ally succumb to a Clan he was neutral with.

A strange thought occurred to him, that he had been falling sick more often because the spiritual bond had been reviving between him and Feliciano since they had been getting geographically closer again. Like his body had to adjust all over again to having access to another's most intimate feelings and thoughts. He turned his head away from Feliciano when he started speaking again, like a pouting child. And maybe he was feeling selfish, just a tad, amidst all the confusion and pain.

He twitched when Feli became more insistent with his nuzzling. He knew, he knew deep down that it was meant to soothe and calm him - and he loved it, he loved Feliciano so much his heart might erupt - but something was building up and it was ready to burst. "Will you cut that out?" He snapped, whipping his head around to fix the feline with a stony blue stare, his large ears pulled back.

His temper quickly recovered from its little flare and he flushed in shame, hanging his head once again. With a start, he realized that Feliciano was actually ... actually putting the possibility of breaking up on the table. At this point, Deutschland allowed direct eye contact to be made. Deutschland's chest and throat constricted and for a while, he was rendered speechless, staring at the simultaneous bane of his existence and love of his life. Of course, it was all an 'if' statement, Feliciano was making a promise to not leave again and only after that Deutschland would be given ... what? Romantic or sexual freedom?

"Don't say that." He finally said, able to bring some sense out of his muddled confusion. Hearing Feliciano apologize for exactly how Deutschland was feeling without him saying anything explicit about it was comforting in itself. Even he knew he would have to get closure from this hiccup, otherwise it would come to haunt them later and inflict more mental pain. "I'd never give up on you. I'll stay right here every time. You'll always know where to find me. Right here. I trust you. I trust you with my whole life; I love you with my whole heart - I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier, and that I'm not happy and playful like how all the other reunions have gone with us." Of all the things they had broken up over, this was one discussion he'd never think they'd have.

When he was younger, he had a strict mindset for following down written rules - and that was typically found in books. Deutschland had quite the library of informational texts along with the few philosophies and novels he liked to study. Now that most of the collection had been ruined in the shift and his eyesight growing poorer by the moon, he hardly ever picked up any book. That was for the best, for he had learned far more important things by living his life rather than reading about it.

He knew Emma and her little group had collectively came from somewhere, some sort of care service, but he was reserved enough to not even think of prying into it. He, on the other hand, did not care to disclose his past life - in fact, he was excited to share early parts of his life. "I was the same way. Well, sort of. I lived with intelligent creatures who walked one two legs - humans. My food was given to me as dry pellets in a steel bowl for a year or two. Then something disastrous happened and I escaped into the wild. The fight for survival was what helped me sharpen my hunting skills, as I had to travel alone for a few months before I ended up here. I don't think you have the same drive behind you, because of the safety of the Clan." He shook out his fur and paused for a moment. "You want me to teach you a few tricks? Maybe we can hunt down that rabbit again and get him." He offered.

Deutschland bounded over to join the growing group, studying the broken husky for a while. Looked painful, and inconvenient for him, but it shouldn't be too difficult to fix. "Deutschland, and when you get back to camp, come find me and I'll fix ya something to heal that." He barked as he leaned forward closer to sniff at Mantis' leg, not paying too much mind to personal space. He'd have to do it if he wanted to save his leg. Without another word, the German shepherd turned tail and dashed back to camp to set up the necessary supplies.

Deutschland was growing slightly frustrated that his Clanmates were talking of mild solutions to their problem. Of course, it wasn't directly their problem, but allies had a duty, didn't they? At least, while he was leader. He didn't want to sit around like a pansy and fiddle his paws while groups he had promised to defend were literally being demolished. His Clanmates may think he was more Anti-Clan aligned, but he had been a Thunderlander longer than anyone present.

"I don't think we should just give them a slap on the wrist." Deutschland argued, his broad tail lashing across the ground. "The Thunderlands are in a far, far better condition than most Clans nowadays. I, for one, don't want our Clan to be perceived as one who falls behind in its duties to allies. That just sends out a bad picture." He paused and continued on slowly, emphasizing each word. This was the heart of his argument. "People are dying and losing their home, people we promised to protect when we entered an alliance with them. We must gather forces quickly now that we are at a sort of peak of power. I severely doubt the Order will be much of a threat. They came out of nowhere and are attacking weak Clans - that shows a lot about their current strength and numbers. It'll be an easy victory, in and out." Deutschland finished, a proud look spreading over his battle-scarred face.

Mark's warning caught the attention of Deutschland, who normally did not wander about the territory at these hours. His ears pricked up and he rushed over to sooth the kitten before even thinking about dashing off. "It's okay. Thanks, kid. I'll get there." The German shepherd leaned down to murmur into Mark's ear. As he did, he caught a whiff of the young cat's scent and pinpointed the area of the scene. The lake.

The half-blind dog swiftly made his way through the forest until he could hear Tokyotower and Nymeria. A heavy weight thudded in his chest when he realized his newest patient would be his granddaughter. "God, God ..." He muttered as he darted around the two females to sniff worriedly at Laika's body. Still breathing, she was talking ... that was good. His nose twitched when he felt something strange. Ice? Ice on her fur? At this time of season? "Take her immediately to my den." He commanded, his liver and tan fur standing on end as he examined her quickly with his sense of smell before turning around quickly to run back to camp to get everything ready. And he was not planning on letting her go anytime soon.