Posts by dante,

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Dante had been to SunClan before. He lived there for a little bit when he'd only been a kit, in fact; though it'd been, what, six moons now? He didn't really count. Everything had slowly blurred together after a certain point. Life was boring. But he hadn't thought about coming back for a while now, had he? He'd tried to at one point, but they were gone. Besides, that attempt had been not long after he'd left. A long time ago (or so it felt like). Recently, it felt like he had nearly forgotten about clan life. So why was he back?

He'd only heard of their new location a day or two before- from a loner, a clan cat (hell if he knew)- and suddenly he couldn't stay away. He was curious. It had been so long since he'd lived with anyone, or spoken to anyone alive. Was anyone there who would remember him as the loud, happy kit? Had clan life changed? Maybe he would fit in better now that he had more control over his form. After only a day of mulling this offer he had already developed a longing to return.

Oh, and yeah- Dante was a ghost.

That was perhaps a vital bit of information to his situation. It was why he left. He'd only been a kit, but the boy was already too different. He couldn't feel at home there. He couldn't participate in most things because he couldn't hold objects or even touch others without floating through them (a problem which he had fixed with both age and training, though it took a fair amount of concentration to complete such a task even now). So he'd disappeared and tried to live alone again- but here the male was.

The spirited padded across the terrain, semi-transparent paws making no noise even as they seemed to move over the leaves scattered across the forest floor. Dante hadn't been sure if he'd remember SunClan's scent, but as soon as he reach the border he knew, and subsequently halted. The feline peered forth, icy eyes squinting as they quickly scanned ahead of him before the tom fell back onto his haunches, which opon closer inspection didn't quite seem to make contact with the ground. With a huff his mouth twisted into a scowl- not that he was really trying to look pissed off, he just had a case of angry resting face- and the ghost waited.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Dante's gaze flickered to the lion- who was much, much larger than he, but he knew the guy couldn't hurt him, which sort of took away the intimidation factor. It was sorta annoying to have to crane his neck to look up at him, though. "Uh, to join," the luminescent black feline replied, leaning back further to get a better look at the guy without having to tilt his head. He was about to note that he had lived here previously, but bit his tongue- obviously Gajeel didn't know him and he didn't know Gajeel, so this information would be sorta useless.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify](y ells i didn't know there was a bucky in sc omg im bucky barnes tr ash)

Dante was pretty accustomed to getting strange looks- in fact, he had been rather surprised that Gajeel nor Renegade had a very strong reaction. The fact that James (or Bucky?) had actually been visibly startled felt a little more normal. The spirit stood once more as the duo spoke in turn, only vaguely listening. He knew the drill. "Dante," was all the ghostly tom said, blue eyes flickering coolly from the other feline to the dog, his expression indifferent to their words.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]track/hi guys
ps i used to be indigo and i played magni/the leader here a while ago if any of you remember that so hey
most of u seem new /sweats

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]"If it makes you feel any better about being sick, death isn't so bad," came the wry voice of the ghost as he seemingly just appeared on the scene. Dante had never been sick, actually. Or maybe he had been sick in his mother's womb, and that was why he died so young. He didn't know, really, because his first conscious memories were of waking up in the snow, a newborn and already a spirit. But at least he got to wander the earth as a ghost for the rest of eternity, right? Without knowing what it was like to ever be alive? Gee, that sounded fun.

The ghostly tomcat sat off to himself, realizing he didn't know anyone here, though he didn't bother introducing himself. He wasn't sure if they'd want him to for some reason, so he kept to himself. Dante just looked at the others, brows knitting and lips turning into a slight downwards scowl as his face settled into its usual uninterested-but-slightly-disdainful expression.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Dante didn't actually feel heat, due to his lack of a physical form. He couldn't feel anything, actually, unless he concentrated hard enough to solidify himself enough to do so- but even in his most opaque form he still couldn't fully enjoy the benefits of having a body unless he possessed one. And Dante had yet to find out how to do that.

The spirit, nonetheless, padded down towards the water and walked right into it, while the water moved through his pale shimmering form, undisturbed. This is what the tom had expected, of course- the feline simply looked down at himself for a moment before glancing back at the others, as if to silently compare himself to them. The boy set his jaw but moved back onto the shore and sat off to himself, not quite knowing the others well enough to be tempted to engage.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Dante's blue gaze quickly scanned the crowd, though none seemed to be familiar faces from his time here in the past. Was anyone still around? Was he in the right place? He shook the strange feeling off, his expression hardening once more into its typical frown. The ghost glanced about- not really catching most of the names, after being lost in his own thought. There were already more people just in this thread than he'd remember, but maybe that was just because he'd been alone so long. "Uh..." the tom began, hearing Rainbowveins's offer. At first he began to reject, but thought again- he'd have plenty of time to wander and sulk, and maybe interaction would be good for him. "Actually, yeah, a tour," he said after clearing his throat, icy eyes flitting over the others before returning sharply to the female who had made the offer.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]i havent posted much with dante yet but threads?? i'll probs get better interactions out of him in private threads :^)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]yes to both ofc!!
who makes? (ps i can but it'll probably be in the morning since i'm going to bed)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Dante, even after returning, hadn't been around much. He kinda popped up here and there every couple of days- though to be fair, it still didn't really feel like he'd returned at all. It was a new place, and new people; he had yet to see even one familiar face from his time in SunClan six moons ago. Was this even the same clan? Were there two with the same name? He sort of had to wonder, really- this place felt so weirdly foreign.

The ghost had seated himself beneath one of the sakura trees on the edge of the clearing that served partially as the camp, seemingly pawing at the ground. The young warrior was merely watching his own translucent paws pass through the blades of grass in boredom, since just sitting about and doing that sort of things was all he couldn't think to do, as he wasn't quite motivated enough to try and make friends quite yet despite his joining being nearly a week before before (though to be fair he hadn't shown his face much since then). With a sigh, the spirit in the form of a black feline glanced up and squinted at his surroundings, contemplating, perhaps, that maybe making an attempt would be a good idea. He didn't want to leave again, though Dante had been on his own so long that it was likely the cause of his lack of friends by now.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Dante knew nothing of Urbanflora nor anything about her, including her journal or post traumatic stress or whatever. He had simply seen the feline sitting about, and it wasn't as if he had anything better to do. Dante didn't actually know anyone around here quite yet, and so far had spent most of his time sulking about.

"Writing something?" the ghostly tomcat asked coolly as he seemingly faded into view. He liked to do that- more often than not it seemed to freak people out, just looking up and seeing a spirit nonchalantly standing there with no sign beforehand of their arrival. He glanced at the journal and pen briefly, but his icy blue gaze flickered back to Urban, not wanting to seem as if he were prying.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Dante had first noticed Tarotcub, who seemingly was trying to say hello but had changed his mind on actually doing it. A little shy, maybe? Dante had been the exact opposite as a kit- rowdy and loud, but christ, had he changed. "H-" he had decided to try and greet the kid instead when Chrysanthemum came bouncing up and firing questions. The ghostly feline had no idea what he was supposed to say in return by the time he'd finished, and wasn't quite sure he'd really caught all of the young dinosaur's words. The tom scratched his head a little and settled for a questioning reply of, "Um... yes?" He glanced sideways at Rinto, who had also joined them on the scene, but the male didn't say anything to him so Dante didn't bother before glancing back at the other two.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]threads w my antisocial ghost child??

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]sure! who makesss? :^)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]This was someone Dante was sure he recognized from his time in SunClan as a kit. Mistfur, right? Or, that's who he remembered. Maybe not. The ghostly tom decided against mentioning it as he drifted over silently, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his lips at the female's reaction. "I believe that was Pumpkinpaw," the spirit replied wryly, his gaze moving to the aforementioned apprentice (whose name he only remembered from seeing on a couple prior occasions.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]yes to both! again, who makes?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Dante was working on solidifying his spirit form enough to touch things- he could do it, it simply took a bit more concentration than it did for him to just walk around half-transparent. It was easier now than it had been before, though. When he had first joined SunClan as a kit he was unable to touch or interact with anything or anyone, which ultimately resulted in his leaving. He'd felt too different, unable to fit in.

The ghost feline was scraping his now only semi-translucent (or at least less transparent as they had seemed before, though still see-through) claws against the trunk of one of the sakura trees on the edge of camp. Eyes still narrowed in intense focus, he lowered onto his haunches, content with his work and the marks left on the tree.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]The ghost had yet to really meet anyone he remembered, nor had he made any new friends so far. He figured this was his own fault, though- the guy had been around here and there for about a week now and still was struggling with placing himself in social situations. How had he done it when he was here last? Well, then again, Dante had been a loud, generally happy kit at the time. The amount of time he'd spent drifting on his own since then had certainly taken its toll on his social skills.

Dante had currently sitting near the pond (which he had yet to visit up until now), moving his ghostly paws about and watching the water move right through them, undisturbed. The feline could have made himself solid enough to touch it, but for all his boredom he still didn't want to get wet.