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    I hope you start to feel better soon! ^^



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]I'm super bad at explaining things so if you need me to clear any confusion up don't hesitate to ask!


    So I don't have a plot with any specific ideas in it, just a sort of wide overview. There'll need to be two characters, a male and a female. Squire is about a year old so I'd like for these characters to be about the same age!


    Squire will meet the female character first and the two will develop a close friendship that will ultimately turn into a romantic relationship. I'd like if your character is sort of gentle, kind, ect - anything that most people associate with femininity. This would be a long lasting relationship (perhaps until their deaths ) and kits would be expected from it because Squire's super traditional and would love kits of his own.


    However, this relationship wouldn't be without its faults, and one of them would be a fairly large mistake by Squire. This is where the male character would come in. First, it would start out as friendship - maybe becoming best friends - but then, like the first relationship, it would develop into something more. That would be where any similarity would end.


    Squire and this male character would carry out a secret affair, although it'll be short-lasting because of Squire's guilt. This is because Squire wouldn't have felt the sort of love he feels for the male character towards the female character, who would be his mate by this point. Squire is already quite squeamish around gay couples, but this guilt will blossom into blatant homophobia and he'll end the affair with the male character.


    Now, there are three options that the roleplayers of both characters can decide on together: (1) Squire confesses to his mate what he's done and she reacts accordingly; (2) heartbroken, the male character announces to the Clan what he and Squire have been getting up to; (3) neither Squire nor the male character outright tell anyone what they've been doing, but the female character finds out eventually.


    This would be an opportunity for Squire to develop his relationship with his mate, showing that he is totally devoted to her. He won't tell her that he's never loved her like he has the male character. He'll also become outright hostile to the male character and will be very uncomfortable in his presence, although he'll never try to start a relationship with him again.


    I hope that was clear enough!


    Neither character has to already exist - you can make up either right now! The most important thing is that you remain active because I don't want to have to find new characters for Squire to fall in love with! However, I would like it if the female character lived in StormClan or has a dual alliance with another group. It doesn't matter so much for the male! I'd also like if they were both around the same age ( one year ) as Squire and also domestic felines, although it's fine if they have multiple possessions/shapeshifting.


    Squire's bio should be in my signature, but I'll stick it in there now if it isn't!



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ah, good. Overkit was awake. Squire was pleased that he hadn't woken her up.


    The tom turned his head to return the nuzzle, although his would land around the should area. "Overkit," he sent, allowing his own anticipation to filter through, "do you want to go on an adventure?" He hoped that the little femme did; Squire wasn't so much in the habit of wandering around the territory by himself, but he did want to revisit an old place that he and his siblings - Overkit's mother included - had accidentally discovered. He remembered that the way into this place was difficult to get to, although not so much if one was careful and skilled in climbing.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Thanks for the replies, guys!


    I don't suppose any of your characters have any bios that I could go through, do they? If it's alright with all three of you, I'd like for all Squire to have interaction threads with each of your characters to see how they get on - and to check out which girl would be best suited to his personality! ^^


    I'll type up a thread as each of you reply, unless you're super into creating threads. ;p



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]He settled himself back down on the dusty camp floor, stretching out his broken limb with a twitch of discomfort. "They're not superpowers, Xenia," he started, embarrassed as the association. "Superpowers... they aren't natural, I don't think. These sorts of powers are natural. We don't have to take any sort of supplement for them, like some people do for superpowers." After all, he had seen that odd human film Captain America during his time as a showcat, and had learnt quite a bit about superpowers.


    He nodded at the tasmanian devil's first suggestion. "Telepathy. It's the communication of thoughts, ideas and sometimes emotions - although it's easier to do that when you have a character bond with someone." Squire actually had character bonds with both his siblings so he found it an awful lot easier to communicate with them and find them than anyone else. "Telepathy is actually quite a common power," continued the deaf tom with a bemused grin. "It can be used offensively in battle, but I've never been in a battle so I'm not sure how to go about that, I'm afraid."


    Feeling as if he'd said all he needed to on the subject of telepathy, Squire moved onto the next power Xenia had mentioned. "A kit making moss grow out of her feet? Which one?" He hadn't known there was a child in the Clan with this sort of power. "I imagine that's flower prints. A person can make any sort of plant they want - with enough practise - but it can't be used offensively. It's helpful for medics to have this power, I should say."



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Ah, thanks guys!



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]oh, perhaps Shatteredkit and Squire could have an interaction thread?



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]His splints recently removed from his right foreleg, Squire had felt the need to roam - to roam further than he had before. He was restless, anxious, full of emotions he couldn't explain. He felt trapped, and that had been what led to his being in the unclaimed meadow with grass-stained fur and a rumbling belly.


    He glanced about him, cyan eyes sharp in this unknown territory, although there was some attempt to obtain a nonchalance appearance about him. The alabaster tom did not feel comfortable here, but his leg was sore and aching and he was tired. He hadn't gotten an awful lot of exercise in the past few months, so he was not at all fit. In hindsight, Squire was both pleased that he'd gotten himself this far and mortified that he was in some unknown place.


    After all, strangers might be apart and he wasn't sure how they'd react to him.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]It hadn't been long since he was last here, but the time away was quite obvious. Gone was the soft layer of fat that surrounded the alabaster tom's muscles, worn away by hunting and running and jumping. However, this tom's level of fitness was not quite up to that of a wild cat again and it showed through the light heaving of his chest as he gasped for breath. This wasn't the only indicator as his time spent as a kittypet: around his neck was a collar of blue to match his eyes with a little golden bell attached; his ivory fur was groomed to perfection ( although of course he would argue that he'd always been an avid groomer ); and his balance on the fence that he perched on was bad, although the problem of this was his lack of claws, courtesy of the humans who owned this particular fence.


    He scowled as he shifted on the thin wooden planks, and suddenly the handsome face seemed rather childish and bitter. He shouldn't have come back here. What would his mother say?



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]He wasn't sure how he'd gotten here.


    Squire glanced about him, blue eyes wide and ears flattened. This was a new place and he was alone. Anything could happen. The territory seemed to be claimed, telling from the criss-cross of scents about him, but that was of no comfort to the deaf tom. This could be an enemy Clan, or he could be mistaken as a loner and attacked.


    He hoped he wouldn't be attacked; he didn't have a lot of fighting experience.


    Although unfamiliar and strange to him, the scents of the territory seemed to be... vaguely recognisable. He wasn't sure why, but there seemed to be a part of him that recognised the scent of the trees and earth - but not of these newer scents around him. He felt frightened to be here, in this unknown place and all alone. He wanted to go back home.


    But first he would have to leave the territory. And with that decision, the ivory tom began to stride away from the clearing where he had found himself where, unbeknown to him, there lay a small skeleton, years old, but not at all dead - at least, not dead to the spirit that had lead him there.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Sorry for leaving you guys hanging there! I got a little caught up in essays and such!


    rosewater & squire
    behemo & squire
    mercuryqueen & squire




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]He was silent for a moment, struggling to comprehend Xenia's words as his energy began to drain from him. Maybe he shouldn't have taken that last poppyseed after all. "Vivian?" He finally questioned, vaguely picturing the child in his mind's eye. "She's Spidersilk's kit, isn't she?" Although he'd never spoken to or contacted the child before, Squire had seen the little femme around and was sure that she was related to Spidersilk in some way.


    Did he think she was going to be a medic one day? The ivory tom shook his head, but this was more a gesture to portray his lack of knowledge on this particular point. "I don't know. Has she shown any interest in that path? From what I know of it, a person's got to get into it really young if they want to be a great medic - and even that might not be enough. Vivian would have to show up a lot and be a good student. If Blazeheart doesn't think she can make the cut then she won't be made her apprentice, or will be dropped after a short time."



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]His maw slipped into an easy grin, and he turned to leave the den. "Come on! It's more fun when it's dark!" It might be a little more dangerous in the dark, but Squire was up for that as long as it was fun. Besides, he was sure that he could look after Overkit without any problems - she wasn't anywhere as bad as Darky had been when they were kits.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]"A little morbid, don't you think?" Squire sent to the stranger suddenly, rising from his spot in a dark corner of the medicine den and pacing towards Bob, eyes sharp. He eyed the syringe, the notepad, the pencil and wrinkled his nose in distaste. He didn't know who this tom was, but he knew that he wasn't a medic and that it wasn't the nicest thing in the world for him to simply stare at some sick person.


    That was just rude, and the ivory tom didn't like people to be rude.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Squire wasn't much of a fighter, but he'd fight to the death for his Clanmates!


    The alabaster tom, triggering his rarely used invisibility, lunged forwards in an attempt to clamp his jaws around Aile's wrist, hoping to feel bones break. He might be too late to intercept the knives that she had thrown at Spidersilk, but Squire wasn't about to let her try again against some other Clanmate.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]He would flinch as a knife sliced across his flank, staining the ivory pelt with a ribbon of red. He did not drop his invisibility, though, opting to attempt an attack on his enemy's mind with a particularly shrill set of screeches as his flung out his paws to grab at her wings. He wasn't sure how it would work out, but Squire was quite sure that he'd be able to get out of a tricky situation he might find himself in.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Wolfsbane sounds pretty interesting & I quite like that he's in an enemy Clan - it could help for character development and so on


    Are you game for an interaction thread?


    && I also forgot to add that I'd love it if anyone gave me access to their bios, but I won't put you guys into the position of creating one for my convenience!



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]He hissed, dropping his invisibility as he lost his concentration with the trip, paws flailing for a moment. He shook his head, piercing Aile with a blue gaze and pulling himself to his feet rapidly. Aside from a tilt of his head, the deaf tom remained motionless, almost as if waiting for the femme to make the next move.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]"Xenia!" Squire exclaimed, shocked at his friend's sudden appearance. He rushed over to her, ears flattened in horror. He wouldn't ask where she had been - it was quite obvious. Sucking in a sharp breath, the male settled down next to the marsupial and would begin to groom her fur with gentle licks, although he would pay more attention to her open wounds than to matts of fur.


    "What do you need, Xenia?" he inquired, softening his mind-voice and closing off his own thoughts firmly. Xenia didn't need any of his fear and horror seeping into her mind at a time like this.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]The smile fell from his face, his expression becoming rather mournful. "I..." Squire looked away, then glanced back at the femme in a manner rather unlike himself. "I didn't," he stated simply, before attempting to explain himself. "I mean, I was deaf and I was clumsy and I relied on my family. I didn't have telepathy, so I wouldn't speak much - I don't know if you've heard me, but I'm sure I don't sound like the brightest when I speak. I needed my mother and brother and sister to help me understand what was going on." He stopped then, grimacing a little. "I thought that I wouldn't be apprenticed to anyone, would have to continue life as some sort of overgrown, sulky kit, but then Skuli took me on."


    His father had meant the world to him, but Squire had always felt as if Blaze's mate had thought something was wrong with him - and that had not helped Squire to feel good about himself.


    "I'm not much of a warrior, Xenia, not like Darky or Mango like Skuli used to be, and I certainly wouldn't be a good medic like my mother, but I'll always try my hardest. That's what I've always done, for better or for worse."


    He lapsed into silence again, thinking of the days where he had felt so useless that he thought that maybe he'd have to be a kit forever - have to watch Darky become leader and Mango her deputy from afar.


    "I think," he sent to her suddenly, abruptly, "that I was too consumed by what I would never have to consider what I might have."



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