Posts by N

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One of N's many habits was that of wandering just a bit too far. Though in this case that was a bit of an overstatement. What could he say? He enjoyed travelling, and as he roamed he just so happened to end up in a completely unfamiliar, lightly forested area, surrounded by fairly tall grass and other plants, along with various types of wildlife. Besides, it wasn't as though he was lost. He'd stored the distances and other such information in his head, so he could get back with ease when he grew tired of exploring.
Adjusting the bag that hung snugly over his shoulders, the fox, who was covered in fur that was tea green, paused for a moment to survey his surroundings. He knew the area he was in wasn't very heavily populated, much unlike the clans he'd ventured from, but that was alright. He enjoyed the peaceful calm of the sparse wilderness just as much as the bustling, non-stop activity of his more densely populated home. He glanced at the large black egg that sat in the bag, then smiled and continued walking, wondering what he was to encounter on his little journey.

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Alrighty! Here you go~! http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2210933.new#new

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//Lol okey

He blinked. Hunger didn't seem like a very probable explanation, but he let it slide. He turned his gaze to the prey. "Sure. Get me anything," he answered with a shrug of green shoulders. "And thank you." Only then did he realize he'd barely eaten that day, and he was eager for the meal. His stomach gave a silent growl of anticipation, just as eager to be filled. He wasn't a very picky eater at all and so he didn't mind letting WhitePetal pick something for him. He simply wanted to eat. He lifted his head from his paws and stretched his forelegs, then settled again, muzzle opening wide in a yawn.

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He inclined his head in a gesture of gratitude. "Thanks," he said again, pulling the blackbird over to him with a paw. He began the tedious job of plucking the passerine's feathers out so that he wouldn't get a mouthful of shiny black plumage when he tried to take a bite of the bird. Feathers didn't taste very good. Once he'd finished with that he took a bite. He found bird flesh to be rather lean, but as stated before, he wasn't a picky eater. He tucked into the meal happily. He seemed to be somewhat neat, careful not to dirty his fur or the ground around him.

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WhitePetal's remark caught N's attention and he gazed over at her, amused to see her bloodstained paws. "And it boggles me to see how messy you are," he answered with a gentle chuckle before gazing away again. He'd never been a messy eater. He didn't mind getting his fur dirty most times, but he disliked having blood on his silky green pelt, so he tried his best to keep himself clean while eating. He rarely even hunted for himself, preferring to live off of other foods while roaming outside clan land. He licked his pale paws a few times and then flicked his ears, casting a quick glance around camp. "Say, what do you think of StormClan thus far?"

Sure, sure. Will put link here when it's up. :3

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"It is, and they are," N hummed in agreement, nodding. "It's a bit quiet though. There's another clan that I visit often, WindClan, and it's much more lively." Then he closed his eyes. "I like the quiet though. I'm not one for crowds." Another laugh left his maw. There was a slight hint of a rasp in his voice, but only at the ends of his sentences. A sign of his weariness. He had also slowed down his speech too. Usually, he talked very fast, sometimes to the point his words slurred together and he couldn't be understood, but now he was talking at an average speed. "Both are fantastic places."

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N sure had been travelling a lot lately. More often than not he seemed to be ending up in quieter places, outside the clans, left with only the sounds of prey animals bustling around in the undergrowth, the rustling of the branches, the inky, obsidian egg he carried with him, and his thoughts, which were rather muddled. It wasn't uncommon for his mind to to clouded over, rushing with ideas and speculations and calculations. In fact, it was odd for him not to be constantly thinking. He'd keep notes of silly things, like the height of the trees around him and the time it took for a mouse to scurry from the shelter of one branch to another. That was simply how he worked. He wondered if he'd meet another intelligent creature as he roamed, and if so, what would they be like? The idea intrigued him. Perhaps, if he was lucky, just maybe he would.

Okay, it's up. Here's link: clicky click :3

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He couldn't help but find it funny how secretive she was suddenly being, as though this was news to keep guarded with utmost care. "Sorry I never told you! It's perfectly allowed. I'm not the first to do it and I certainly won't be the last," he reassured, smiling. "I'll definitely take you sometime." He gazed off, eyes clouding over and growing distant as he thought, conjuring up an image of the vastly different territory WindClan was situated in. His silver eyes glittered as he imagined the towering skyscrapers they inhabited. "I don't know how much you know about the humans. You seem like a fairly feral cat. But WindClan lives in one of their cities. The land is completely covered in stone, and large buildings reach up to the sky. Apparently it was once very heavily populated... But since it's been abandoned, and now the WindClanners have claimed it for themselves." Then he refocused his attention on her to answer the last question. "No one really cares. I don't have that many acquaintances here to know that much about me, anyway. I barely know anyone really." His green shoulders lifted in a shrug.

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//It was great, don't worry. :3

N blinked in surprise as the serval stumbled, causing her to bump roughly against his flank. The green-furred fox lost his footing from the force of the impact and tumbled to the ground. "Ack!" He exclaimed as his side landed on the grass, his black and white cap floating to the ground beside him. His first course of action after quickly snapping back to his senses was to check the egg to ensure the fall hadn't damaged it in any way, but the thick shell was perfectly fine, smooth and glittering in the sunlight. Considering how tough it was, he really could be a bit over-protective of it. Then he turned his concerned grey gaze onto the unfamiliar feline. He pushed himself back to his paws, lifting his hat up and pulling it snugly back onto his head. "Are you alright?" He queried in a gentle tone, head tilted, after quickly readjusting the straps on his bag so that his hung properly and comfortably over his side.

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He blinked. "Ah. Well it isn't completely city. There is some grassy land around it too, if I remember rightly," he corrected himself, silently scolding himself for the error in his description. "They're fed nicely, hunting is good there, as surprising as it may be. Mice and rats are actually common in a lot of the buildings, now that I think about it." Then he tilted his head. "It must be very different where you're from. You seemed to find it funny talking to a fox, where as I've met dragons, horses, and plenty of far stranger creatures. Must have been strict too, if you're so bewildered by the idea of a dual-alliance. Those are common in these clans." He lifted his head, not as tired anymore now that he had something to talk about. His curiosity fuelled him. "Care to tell me a bit about it?"

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N wandered over. If he was a cat he would've purred at the sight, but alas, being a canine, he simply smiled. He loved seeing bonds form between those who were usually predator and prey, or didn't often interact. The fox dropped his usual hesitation and padded up to Wingspan and his new reptilian friend. "He's cute," he commented happily. Carradio's remark reached his ears and his content expression briefly faded into one of frustration, but he quickly hid his anger. It seemed that both his favourite type of person and least favourite type of person were present, funny enough. To distract himself he focused again on Wingspan. "Reptiles are beautiful creatures." His gaze shifted briefly to the dark egg that sat safely inside his bag. It twitched, as though it felt the green furred fox's eyes lingering on it's shell. Indeed, it would hatch soon, and he was very excited. He too would have a scaly companion, though his much different. Then he turned his grey eyes back to Wingspan, the warm smile finding it's way back onto his muzzle.

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N didn't seem to notice that she'd begun rambling, looking confused in response to the apologetic expression on her face. He himself rambled constantly, getting lost in his words, and so he didn't notice when others did it. Then he shook his head so he could form his response. "Hm... Doesn't seem like a very fun place, honestly. Here, we're very free. Even those from enemy clans can get together in peace should they wish. Families have been raised between creatures of different clans." He gazed off again. "Even in times of war, it has this strangely peaceful atmosphere. That's one fox's opinion, anyway." He laughed lightly.

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He nodded. "Yes, but for you those were enemies, correct? Here we have creatures of all sorts living in peace. I'm sure there are clans with members who are bears. Considering the amount of dragons and other fantastical creatures like such, there would simply have to be. Otherwise the numbers don't add up..." He said the last part quietly, attention fading as he paused to run some quick calculations. Then he snapped out of his mathematical trance and looked back at WhitePetal. "Ah. Apologies. Either way, personally, I never saw the fun in battle or struggling to survive." He lazily stretched, briefly yawning as he did so. "I'd rather live a calm life. But again, that's just my opinion." He could understand the intrigue that came with a more dangerous lifestyle, but it wasn't for him.

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"I'll admit that not all of my kind are as laid-back as myself. I've always been an oddity," he answered with a similarly teasing tone lingering in his words. Then he tilted his head at her odd request, curiously watching her approach the egg. N trusted her enough to let her get close to it without growing protective, and so he didn't interfere as she padded up to it. "Sniff it?" He asked, turning his attention to the egg, letting his eyes glide along it's obsidian-like shell, glittering beautifully in the sunlight. "Yes, go ahead. I don't see why not."

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I'd love for N and her to meet up, he doesn't know very many people and I'm trying to give his activity a big boost. This is a lovely idea, by the way, it's too often I get a little intimidated by all the stuff going on when I join a new clan and end up losing muse for a perfectly good character. :3

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N was relaxing on his lonesome. There wasn't much he didn't do all alone, as there were few others he knew in the clan, but that didn't necessarily bother him. He'd been pondering over the maximum speed a rabbit could possibly travel for reasons unspoken when he was distracted by movement at the edge of his vision. He gazed to his side at the large, onyx black egg that he was taking care of, a smile crawling onto his face as he saw it twitch and shake. It had been quivering and tossing in an almost restless fashion like that for a few days at that point. It would definitely hatch soon, and the fox with the green fur could barely contain his excitement. He'd waited months to know what had been developing under that thick black shell, and he wondered what the hatchling would be like. He felt oddly drawn to the egg from the moment he found it, like he bore some hidden connection with the animal growing inside, and he wanted to know why. He was filled to the brim with questions, all of which would hopefully find an answer soon.

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N's thoughts were once again dragged onto a different subject when the feline tottered over to him. He didn't recognise her, but there weren't many WindClanners he did recognise. He watched her curiously eyeing the egg, feeling a chuckle rise in his chest. "It's an egg. I don't know what's in it, but I think I'm going to find out soon!" He flicked his ears towards it as it twitched yet again. "See? That shaking means whatever is inside is getting ready to come out. I think in one or two days time, I'll have myself a new friend!" Or, he hoped so, at least. For all he knew the developing creature would turn out to be savage and wild, and flee from his side. But he had the nagging feeling that simply wouldn't be the case. The abnormally coloured canine was very confused about his thoughts, really, but he often was.

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N smiled at Hope's suggestion. "Help will probably be needed, and also greatly appreciated," he answered with a glow in his eyes. Whatever hatched from the egg, he knew it would be big. Having to take care of a mischievous adolescent that was two times larger than himself would certainly be a challenge if he tackled it alone. The thought of having someone to aid him in the care was a relief to him. "Thanks you." He nodded to the feline. Then he blinked his grey eyes. "Oh, I don't recall meeting either of you before. Apologies for not introducing myself. I'm N, it's a pleasure!" He smiled cheerfully and gave a curt dip of his green head in greeting.