Posts by FADEDHISTORY ?!

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Updated!

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Sure! But could you make? I still need to make a private thread between me and Brass but I need to get a really good idea beforehand.

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He was quite ageist magic- he had been around since the worst someone could have was the ability to take your spirit and trap it forever, and when shiftshaping was easily replaced by the ability of multiple possessions. He, however, would not judge those too young to know that all these powers just popped up, just like all the magical creatures like dragons and kitsunes and even horned beings. He remembered when a winged cat couldn't fly, when you couldn't read the human language, when even a lion was extremely rare.

But it seems that those good old days were long since over- his world now plagued by magic, confusing magic and magical creatures. Limping in the general direction of Sweetkit, he recognized the vibrations in the ground and used that to identify her. His unblinking gaze stared in Sweetkit's general direction as he wandered nearby, sitting down and wondering what she was doing. It felt like magic- he didn't want to believe it was magic, however, so he was trying to think of all the other possibilities that it could be otherwise.

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He shook his head 'no' towards Brassgoggles before speaking up once again. "It happens whenever I use my powers. There's not much avoiding it, and I'm pretty much used to it at this point." He stated calmly.

//musedead

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"I'm recovering, but yes, I'm fine. Glass hasn't bothered to show up again, so I hope he changed his mind on assaulting his former mentor." He stated, his unblinking eyes staring in Sweetkit's general direction. "What are you up to?" He'd ask, trying to change the topic.

//musedead

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The Elder had been less and less active recently- he just couldn't move as much anymore, his old bones still and his muscles stiffer. He had given in to laziness for a short period of time, and now he knew it would cost him. With a heavy cough, the blind and unable to scent feline laid his head down, his face featuring a frown. He could sense it, among other things- he was dying of old age. He wasn't sure when his number would be up, but he knew it would be soon. Sunning on a rock in the camp, he raised his head. "Just to say something here--" His voice was cracked, withering. "--I'm pretty sure I won't be around much longer." He simply said, before he no longer focused on what was going around him and sighed, just relaxing in the sunlight.

//ugh I'm so inactive with this guy.

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How's everyone doing?

[size=5pt]I'm sorry <3[/size]

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TRACKS + FOR FUTURE PLOTTING(LIKE IN A FEW DAYS )

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I'm doing fine! Running out of museful songs to listen to, though, and it's bothering me. xD

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He heard all the voices around him, and he was quite shocked. Normally, he'd expect silence or someone asking if they could eat your body- he was, after all, used to being a loner. This was certainly new. "Thank you, thank you all." He simply stated at first, before flicking his ears in Sweetpaws direction. "I've died once before, Sweetpaw. I know when it's coming. This time, in the very least, it isn't to a fire." He stated, chuckling faintly at his own joke. Oh, he wasn't planning on leaving quite yet.

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]Name = Reconnaissancekit(Reconnaissancemission) Dubois( THATS A LONG NAME )
Litter = Snowpaw x NPC feline litter
Gender = Male
Personality = I plan for him to be extremely loyal, however hardheaded and often pushing the limit. Once he makes up his mind, there is no changing it, however he is not every judging and often cares for others, going out of his way to protect them even when it's quite a stupid idea. He will devolve more IC.
Appearance = Shorthaired grey tabby with pale forest green eyes. His front two paws have white stocking markings on them, while his back paws the white only extends to the tips of his toes. His tailtip is darker then the rest of his body.
Other = Will be the reincarnation of Fadedhistory.

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Oh, wonderful. He just watched from the distance, a bit stiff and simply listening to all the praise that the leader got. It was good, yes, but he simply wondered what everyone was thinking. Lost in thought, he was just there, not sure he could surprise anyone at this rate.

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Slowly walking over, the stiff elder sat down nearby, a small smile on his muzzle. It was good to know that people were growing up. "Are you planning to sit vigil, or will you simple change your name and call yourself an adult?" He'd ask with amusement in his voice.

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//not open to attack, but feel free to shout at him or something I dunno. Mobile

"You kids and your war games.." Muttered the elder as he turned around, limping away from the scene. He wasn't about to fight fools with too much bloodlust- mostly due to the fact he was dying, though. He couldn't do much to help anyways unless he wanted to confuse them while having a headache, but he didn't plan on attacking anyone today.

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He never expected to die to old age- in all honesty, when he had first pictured dying, he had dramatized it and pictured his own ally killing him. He wasn't like he used to be, and now, he knew he was slowing down. His joints stiff, his hearing weak for the first time in forever, and his eyes heavy. He hadn't shut them in so long- they were scarred open, scarred forever painfully so that he have to show the world how he simply couldn't see.

Now, it wasn't his fault he suffered through his past. His name reminded him that it was faded, and shouldn't represent who or what he was, but he knew otherwise. He was sunning on his favorite rock, just outside the camp in a beautiful morning. Normally he would hate himself for how lazy he had grown, but nowadays, he couldn't do much about it. Today, he felt extra lazy- slower, stiff, more tired. As such, he had figured he would spend today napping instead of pondering the meaning of life.

He has simply died in his sleep, but something quite strange had happened anytime before his body was found. Someone- most likely Glass, had shut his eyes. He looked to be peacefully sleeping, but took no breaths and his normally unblinking gaze shut, the Xs over his eyes barely visible. He had been forgiven, but by whom? Little did he know, his spirit had ejected itself, and had quickly found a new host who would arrive soon enough. Now, it was time for dreams.

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The shorthaired kitten was looking around, a smile wide on his face. He was quite happy today, and he felt like being happy overall- as such, with a flick of his tail, he sat down in the camp and looked around, his green eyes trailing after anyone he found interesting. He thought of fake names, fake stories, fake histories for them, making them heroes or maybe thieves who left their trade in his head. He knew it was all fake, but that wouldn't stop him at all! [color=#885ead]"Meet and greet!" His voice called out, wondering who and what would respond.

"Claudius?" He stated, pausing and tilting his head. "Hello, Claudius!" He stated, standing on the tips of his paws for a moment. His tail wasn't fluffy by any means- being shorthaired did that to you. [color=#885ead]"I'm Reconnaissancekit Dubois, and no, I don't have any nicknames yet!" He stated cheerfully, bouncing into the air for amoment before pausing. [color=#885ead]"Oh, and my favorite color is lavender! Like the plant, lavender!" He added on with a bit of a chuckle- well, it was his favorite color after all.

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Accepted, Freebie.

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IS THIS THE SKY I THINK IT IS

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Awwh. He figured he was too young to go, but that doesn't mean his roleplayer didn't already have a character in the mass training thread! Going to stand by his mother, the kitten would look up at Snowpaw and wonder what she was thinking. Gosh, he did that too much- he always thought of what other people thought, always wondered what goes through other beings heads. His mother's head especially- what did she think of him? He had always been a thinker. For now, however, he remained silent and respectful.