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Oh, she recognized him! That was good! Didn't know his name but...hey, baby steps.
He nodded mutely, swishing his tail more to set the bell jingling with urgency. The WindClanners seemed more annoyed than angry so that was a good sign, if he could just figure out how to get Lapis to come with him.
Funeralmarch tapped his front paws lightly on the ground in a sort of rhythmic beat before lifting them to flick them towards himself in a 'come here' gesture at the blue female.
Maybe he needed to run back to camp and find someone to help him? But he feared if he ran off she might wander deeper into the territory and incite them to attack somehow.
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If there ever was a moment he felt misplaced it was surely here. The dark tom approached, sat down and swished his tail in the sweet chiming tune of his name; The Funeral March, before gesturing with a shrug of his shoulders to the fact.
What could he do, what could he pantomime about himself to share with his clan?
Funeralmarch inwardly sighed before reaching up and tapping his mask with a flick of his paw. He liked white, it was his favorite color.
Pristine, clean, the color of purity and innocence. It made him feel good to wear the color, though his action could have just as easily been seen as 'I like masks!' which was equally as valid.
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OH GOD STARSTAR
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He didn't quite fit in here. It hadn't become apparent at first but despite multiple attempts to fit in he was obviously lacking something. Was it because he was mute? He wasn't sure. That might have been one of the many things but he doubted it was the most notable one.
The dark gray tom waited patiently for night to fall where he could head out to the border unseen and unnoticed. He was but one cog in the machine, his presence would not be missed and so he hoped to get out before anyone bothered to look for him.
ooc; Sorry guys! I just don't feel like I quite fit in either so I'm moving Funeralmarch since I still have tons of muse with him! </3
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This is my muse child Funeralmarch. He's 100% mute, can't write and doesn't know telepathy + is immune to telepathy.
He communicates with gestures mostly.He was in the exiles but I felt he was heavily ignored there due to not speaking at all, since most people didn't even acknowledge his posts due to their being not dialogue.
So I'm moving him but I don't know where! I have a lot of muse for him despite him not speaking, so I want something medium-paced but where he won't be sorta brushed under the rug.
Helllppp? <3
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Alright, thank you!
I'll give ColouredClan a try then! :3
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What a pain it was to be such a misplaced puzzle piece, how long had he been trying to find that one niche that he fit neatly into without much struggle?
The Exiles had proven themselves to be the most horrific bunch he'd ever seen and not even because of what it was they did; but because of how self-centered and easily they lost themselves in their own muddied logic.
Funeralmarch walked along, tail dragging and mask swinging around his neck with no attempt by him made to push it back to his face. There was nowhere here to see his misery anyways, he had no need to hide.
Whatever territory it was that he wandered across here was quite nice as far as aesthetic went, he saw the tiny houses in the distance winding around a great sparkling lake in the odd shape of an eye starring back at him. Rather than make him uneasy it drew him forward, head cocked to the side as he regarded the optical illusion his mind and the landscape played on him.
The dark tom stopped walking as he realized he had stumbled across a territory marker at some point, the strong scent of some clan he'd never known before flooded his senses and his blue eyes darted around in a slight panic. His pelt was till thick with Exiler scent, he'd only just left them, and now in his aimless wandering he'd walked right into some groups land.
There was no optimism they might be allies of the Exiles, because no one liked the Exiles and it was clear he was in a bit of a spot now. Did he run back the way he came and try to find the border he'd crossed over? Or did he stay here and wait for someone to stumble onto him and hope he could figure out how to explain he meant no harm?
He did really want to see that lake though...
Sighing inwardly the tom sat down and waited for whatever was to come, he only hoped they didn't attack first.
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A little lost was an understatement. The gray tom gave a slight start at the voice, hopping up and whirling about so his back wasn't facing the one who spoke. He closed both blue eyes sharply before blinking them back open in curiosity to this sun-colored male with the soft but stern voice.
Funeralmarch found his mind reeling back for what to do and as another approached he frowned ever more intently in response to the question whose answer he could not give.
At least not verbally.
A curt and sudden nod shook his head, the mask rattling around his neck and he did the only thing he thought he could do to make it clear he had no connection with the Exiles any longer.
He rolled on the ground.
Paws up, back to the grass, the gray tom wriggled about in an attempt to smother the scent enough to make his intentions and thoughts clear before rising back to his paws now covered in bits of grass and floral debris. No, he wasn't an Exiler-not anymore.
Sitting up properly he tried not to look as nervous as he felt, lifted a paw to ask for a moment as he flicked his tail upward and gestured to the bell there.
Hopefully one of them knew common musical notes, because it was the only way he could introduce himself. With a flick his tail began to swing the bell in a rhythmic pattern, gently chiming out the low and forlorn notes of 'the funeral march' by Chopin.
Once done he lifted both paws and placed them to his chest, tapping them lightly in a gesture of [i]'me'.
After a moment's pause he extended one paw out to point at the lake in the distance that had enamored him so much he stumbled onto the territory in the first place.
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To think the bell was such a good idea. He'd originally gotten it because no one paid him any mind in the Exiles unless he made noise. It was such a loud place, he felt claustrophobic from all the sound pressing in around him. To be noticed there one had to make noise and it was so hard to rise his volume above the masses when he could not speak it himself.
Nighttale had nailed his name on the first guess, one time someone had thought it was the Birthday jingle-as odd as that is. Another time someone thought he went by 'Chopin' the creator of the song.
A small, almost unnoticeable smile crossed his maw and he gave a curt nod to the guess at his name and a merry swish of his tail that set the bell jingling again.
Relief flood him and he gave a shake of his head to the final question uttered from the golden male. To be so easily understood was a blessing, sometimes it was quite frustrating to get his point across and other times damn near impossible.
As he came back to focus from his thoughts he realized a small crowd had gathered, equal parts silently observing and equal parts chatty and friendly.
Funeral cocked his head to the side at Chess' query but it was Lucien's addition that had him shaking his head no.
He'd not seen an 'Aya' since he joined and left, didn't even know who that was or even heard the name in passing so whoever the child asked of was a mystery to him. Though his blue gaze did drift off to Volatiletimes at the topic of them getting a lot of ex-Exile joiners. This one had a very stale, lingering scent that seemed like it, though he wasn't quite sure.
Though now he was realizing just how many were present around him and his head lowered slightly in a natural response for one such as himself. Fearful, cautious, Lucien said he was welcome but was Lucien able to make such a call? Would the others agree? Or would they chase him out, tear him apart?
Funeralmarch found himself shaking once more in apprehension.
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Blue eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and if he could scream he might have given quite a loud one in alarm as he stumbled across the male's broken form. All Funeralmarch had wanted was to explore the territory of his new home and just like when he'd joined the Exiles it seemed the thick scent of blood had followed him. He just couldn't escape it, couldn't escape the vibrant and eye seering sight of it.
The dark gray tom looked around in a mild panic, seeing no one else but Hinata nearby and noting that the fellow was already bleeding heavily.
If left unattended he'd just die of blood loss and the skittish tom didn't fancy that idea. Grabbing a wad of moss from a nearby tree he rushed forward to stand alongside the other already there and try and stop the bleeding, having no medical knowledge or any idea what he was doing outside just shoving a plug on that red water spout.
His tail flicked upward, twitched and swung from side to side so the bell tied to it would chime loudly in the hopes someone who might know what the hell they were doing would show up.
It seemed neither he nor Hinata were capable of much.
Funeralmarch, uncertain of whether the dark tom could see him, gave a low serious of quiet purrs; the only noise he was capable of producing due to it being simply trilling the air in his throat. The soft rumble was hopefully soothing, informing the male that someone was there alongside the bi-colored feline's own concerned cries and let him know help would be on the way shortly...
He hoped. He turned to Hinata, waved a paw and pointed to the moss in a gesture of 'hold this down' as he turned to bolt and find someone else who might be able to help since waiting around would do no good and since both of them were there then one could remain behind with Kageyama.
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Kageyama got tore up! Bleeding shoulder, multiple scars (chest and back), huge chunk outta his leg.
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ya'll so mean to yer babies
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He was already a member of ScarClan, but he'd left without a word. For some reason or another he just didn't feel comfortable in the place-so naturally his next impulse was to join this quiet kingdom filled with damn wolves. Of course.
The dainty little cat ambled along, long tail held high and paw steps light and bouncing as he headed to the border of the territory that smelled of fresh grass and water. He just needed to keep moving at this rate and he'd get down to the valley area where the packs made their home.
Hoe secluded this was though! He fancied it! It felt safer, felt more protected than the flimsy defense of the other places he'd been to.
Hal had no real reason for coming here outside wanting some peace and solitude but also the idea of learning more about the moon. He had always held a vested interest in the great orb rather than the stars more common clans were dedicated to. There was something about the milky white curve that settled in the sky that held his attention more so than anything else.
Maybe I'm a wolf inside.'
How laughable, of all things he was hardly a wolf at all. He barely qualified for a domestic cat given how small he was and to be honest Hal wasn't much of a fighter either.
The tiny tom tip-tapped along down a slopping ridge to the scented border near the outside of the valley and glanced around with curious golden eyes as he tried to gauge whether or not this was the place.
Well, it certainly smelled wolfy.
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Now THAT was a big wolf. Hal blinked, more startled than scared at this sudden behemoth of a canine appearing from the foliage to bare her teeth at him. What an excellent greeting, he felt so welcomed already.
The small cat had heard that the place was primarily wolves, but on some authority he'd been told they allowed felines as well-he wasn't expecting the most warmest welcome but this was a bit much wasn't it?
Especially given how small he was for a normal domestic and how towering she was. Was the growl necessary? She was about five times his size, the intimidation was there.
Inwardly snorting in displeasure the tom wrinkled his nose, rose to stand on his slight limbs and cocked a head to the side.
"Nothing? A hello mayhaps? Naw? Alright, I'll do it. Hello. My name is Halcyon Days. I'm here to join, though on that point I'm somewhat uncertain now. Tell me, do you usually greet others with this sort of...snarling beast styled approach or am I just a special case? It can't be because I look threatening..." -
-woo! thanks! :3 track with sub while i work on it.
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-tricky track
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-tracking this too! CAUSE SHIPS!