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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]tracking bc loNG POST
SORREL WHERE DO YOU GET THIS MUSE

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]aH I MADE A BREAK SO MAYBE THEM SOCIALIZING COULD HELP YOUR MUSE??
AND LITTLEPAW AND HIM COULD HAVE A THREA D

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Well, this was certainly an odd conversation, discussing the meaning of douchebag. Littlepaw himself knew just that it was a rude name that used, but had no idea what it meant. Oh well, it would just be grouped into the words that left his mouth when on a rant because of his very short temper. "Wh-what does it even matter what it me-means?" was all he asked as he strode over, head tilted to the side. Really, it was a dumb conversation topic, or at least to the apprentice. Couldn't the guy just find a dictionary or something to figure this out instead of continuing to ask and getting the same answer? "What, are you going to f-find one or something?" he added with a huff of air before plopping down to a sit.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Without the memories of his past life, Littlepaw had no idea that he had known this stray female before. He had no idea this girl had once harbored feelings for him, or nor that he had most likely broken her heart when he had chose another. She would most likely be able to recognize him, as even though he was a whole new person, he wasn't much different. Yes, his pelt was slightly different, it having tabby markings instead of the point pattern, but he still had those ice blue eyes of his that looked like they were piercing right through anyone. It was a wonder how all the old friends he had made friends with as Elliot here in BlizzardClan didn't recognize him, or perhaps they did and that Littlepaw denied it, along with the existence of any past life at all. The story Leo told him seemed so unlikely, no matter how much it intertwined with his re-occurring dreams.

No, instead of recognizing her as the girl he rejected, he saw her as a poor, lonely female that needed the assistance of someone like him. His newly found flirtatious nature acted up at the weirdest of times, especially with females, even though he was anything but straight. Oh well, he was just like that sometimes, and then the next minute he was ready to through something across the room. Hopefully this stranger wouldn't make him that mad.

"Ex-Excuse me? Do you ne-need help?" he asked the curled up female, taking note of how cold she was. Ah, maybe he had a scarf or something back where he slept. Or he could borrow one from someone, as he couldn't let her go freezing. Even with his knight-like complex having dropped, he still couldn't leave someone in need alone. It just wasn't like him.

//whOA MUSE WHERE DID YOU COME FROM

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Ah, she was wary. He couldn't blame her, because he would be, too. He learned the hard way that strangers couldn't be trusted, as the last one he met that seemed kind ended up clawing up his face and tearing out his claws. He supposed he was doing the same thing she was, without the intention to hurt her, of course. Ah, that was no good, now was it? Backing up, the male gave the other some space to try to let her know that he meant no harm. "Do-don't worry, I won't hurt you. Ac-Actually, I have no claws, s-see?" he said in a soft tone, showing the unfamiliar female a paw. In place of where his claws where supposed to be were nothing but healing scabs, as they were on the other three paws too. Bringing attention to them had caused Littlepaw to feel a little weak, but he did his best to ignore it right now. Best not get angry over something and scare Erica with an outburst, right?

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Whew, she trusted him. Honestly though, as much as he understood her for not trusting a stranger at first, he couldn't help but wonder why him of all people. He wasn't very big at all, and looked the opposite of dangerous. The only remotely scary thing about him could be his temper, but even that was easy to get used to, because that was a constant thing. The only time it could be even a little scary was that it didn't seem very likely with his exterior, but really he was just a ball of anger underneath whatever people thought he was. It was frustrating, especially since he could barely hold it down when he needed to.

Smiling at Erica, he set his paw down once more, before rocking back and forth on them idly. "Erica, huh? I'm Li-Littlepaw. Pl-Pleasure to meet ya," he introduced himself. Huh... the same seemed a bit familiar. He might've met someone named Erica before, possibly. Surely it wasn't that uncommon of a name, if he found it familiar. It couldn't be part of the other familiar things he found in his life, without knowing why, right?

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]lmao i've only read the very beginning then stopped r.i.p

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]I SEE AN OZ SCREA M S

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Honestly, Littlepaw did not want to be awake this late, but here he was. Damn nightmares, keeping him up. Thank God none of them were too bad yet, and only kept him awake rather than in tears like people in books did when they had nightmares. Did that even happen in real life? It hasn't happened to Littlepaw yet, but then again nothing too terrifying happened in his dreams. All that really occurred was flashes on unfamiliar yet familiar faces, and just nostalgia everywhere. They weren't exactly nightmares per say, but they bugged Littlepaw a lot, especially with the fact that Leo claimed he used to be someone else, in another life. Letting out a sigh, the apprentice stood up before stalking out of camp, planning to take a walk to see if that would help. Too bad one of those people from his past were going to show up soon.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]hEY I CONTRIBUTED
I POSTED THE AESTHETIC PEPE AND GAY AF RAINBOW PEPE

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]crashes in
greetings

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]drunk littlepaw is especially flirtatious and emotional
hE'LL PROBABLY END UP KISSING EVERYONE LMAO

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]imma make a thread for drunken little later
i'm doing shit with my family rn

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]lmao
drunk littlepaw yes
sometimes i wonder if lacie would be happy to know elliot is basically out of leo's life as a husband now bc i'm p sure she didn't like him lmao

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Wait, what? Was this guy some type of computer? Littlepaw knew it was wrong to judge others, but he was always bad at keeping with that. This Gtlitchedserver character was just odd, or at least to Littlepaw's apprentice eyes. Maybe this was common, and since he was so young he hadn't noticed it yet. "Huh? Wh-What is he even saying?" he asked, even though Lucian had already explained it was like computer code. Even still, though, Littlepaw was very confused about this. After all, no one had ever came up to him speaking in computer language, so it was fair enough that he had no idea what was going on.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]it'S STILL 2015 FOR ME

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]In all honesty, Littlepaw had thought what he had found for New Years was simply some sparkling grape juice. It appeared to be that it's what it was, but Littlepaw couldn't quite yet read too well so he had no idea that the label on the bottle clearly said it contained alcohol. Well, it was too late now, as Littlepaw was already beyond drunk, which coukd be noticed by the swaying steps he gave as he walking around camp. He plopped to a sit before gulping another swig from the bottle he currently held, before hiccuping. "A-ah, who wantchs tcho mr my New Yearz kiss?" he asked aloud with a slurred voice. Another hiccup escaped him as he chuckled drunkily, swaying as he sat there.

He would be utterly pissed when he woke up tomorrow, and if anyone had some sense of safety they'd stay away from him lest they get beat to a pulp by a hungover asshole.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]In truth, Littlepaw was anything but straight. In fact, he was so fucking gay it was proably obvious, but that didn't stop him from bein a flirtatious asshole at times. "Do y-you want to kish mwe?" he called out to Crystal, before staggering over. He then heard Afterpaw, and stopped in his tracks only to stumble over. "A-Ah, 'nother purty gurl!" he exclaimed sluggishly, hiccuping. Now he was being a flirty shit, but soon he'd most likely being crying about some unknown thing, before clinging to the nearest person. Ah, this wasn't going to end well.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Ack, this Google guy or whatever was giving him a headache. He had no idea what the hell he was talking about, and the inputted threats in his words were quite honestly pissing Littlepaw off. If he would've have been scolded or be beaten into a pulp, he probably would've thrown something by now, with how short his damn temper was. Instead, he just did his best to keep a lid on it, though it wasn't the easiest thing in the world. He'd best leave and take his ange out on something else before he snapped.

"Ah, wel-welcome to the clan, Google. I am Littlepaw," he introduced himself, wanting to get this over with. Could he leave yet? He wanted to, but he wouldn't just yet. He wanted to see what the joiner would say back to him, and he hoped that it wouldn't contain any threats, or he would probably just about lose it. And then get beaten to the ground because he was just a kid and really couldn't fight of much, especially with his lack of claws.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Littlepaw, even with being so young, wasn't too fond of sweets. He could stand a few, but others he just denied. He really liked sour candies, though that wasn't an option at the moment, so he'd most likely take from the oatmeal cookies. Maybe, because he wasn't sure if they were going to taste good to him either. Honestly, he was just picky overall about food, and that didn't serve him well in the long run, which could probably explain why he was so thin. But, he still maintained a healthy body, with a few muscles, though he denied the existence of them, due to the torture having knocked down all his thoughts of him being strong.

Looking at the cookies, he reached out for an oatmeal once, glancing at Lostboy to make sure it was okay. He had no clue how broken Lostboy would be inside if he took one, but honestly if he did he'd probably think it was stupid. Littlepaw... wasn't the kindest of people, really. He was grumpy, and all around short tempered about the strangest of things, so it was clear why he'd find that dumb.