Posts by BOYWONDER

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]Sam what? His thoughts were an unconscious mimicry of Win's words, and he stared at his clanmates for a few moments, glad to see them, but understandably startled by the news they brought. "She left," the apprentice echoed, and his mind went to Cos, next, who was...unstable at best, but there hadn't been any recent outbursts. Not to B's knowledge anyway, and he chewed on the flesh of his cheek for a moment, glancing over at Win for a moment, wondering if this would have the canine cutting this vacation short. "Cos said that? So did you guys actually get to see her off?" He'd missed this. B wasn't always appreciative of second-hand information for many reasons, but he had no choice here, and as much as he disliked having been absent for Sam's resignation, he didn't regret leaving with Win. He hadn't thought that Sam would step down, but that was more plausible than her leaving; she'd been there for as long as B could remember, from the first day he'd joined, and now that she was gone- his mouth tightened at the corners.
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]'Win Watching', as B chose to call it, was never dull or uneventful. Even in the beginning, when he was leery of the feline -canine now, but he hadn't always been- with violence crawling under his skin. As time progressed, it was better managed, and 'Win Watching' shifted from B's caution to B's curiosity, to holding a conversation silently and memorizing all the little nuances. It was the reason he'd known Darkpup was Win; as a child, he had been softer, yes, hadn't been chased by memories, but the mannerisms were still there, just in a form that was...younger, if that made sense. Like they were the precursor to the ones B had already committed to memory, and recognizing that was one of the easier things he'd done during Win's regression. Believing, however, had been another thing entirely, and even now he was having some difficulty adjusting to the changes. The name, while that had tripped him up, and sometimes still did, was actually easier, because he realized Win hadn't truly been Wintersoldier to him since the first stage of their friendship. He was Win, or Winnie, or Winifred, and even as he introduced himself as Darkknight now, he kept responding to Win. "You finally made it in with the cool crowd." He made sure to chime in with something, and he wasn't so lost in thought that he couldn't pay attention to the people greeting Win. Multi-tasking wasn't too difficult with practice.

Win may not have been the most social creature around, but he still did pretty well with them. That was discipline, he figured, but with children he was especially agreeable. Kids usually were mystified by Win in some way, and a few older people were as well; B couldn't really blame them. People were always drawn in by enigmas. Boy himself wasn't much of a mystery- smiling was nothing new, although he was told once that he did it often, possibly more often than usual. They were genuine smiles at the time, but as with many people, B was more than familiar with smiling when it was, in reality, the last thing he actually wanted to do. It was easier that way, and for someone who had a lot of practice smiling, it was child's play. And he had started young; maybe it was for that reason that Boy was far better at feigning openness than he was maintaining stoicism, though he had made a few attempts at that. It hadn't worked out very well, considering the person he couldn't fool with the layer he was good at keeping was the one meeting his less than satisfactory attempts. Win remembered that, didn't he? When Darkpup curled up with him? When he hammered that final nail into the coffin of B's niggling, persisting thought, "maybe he's not Win"? "Sure, all right, just don't nod off to sleep or anything." He decided to shake away most of those memories, focusing on the now, where things weren't so bad at all. At the question, his shoulders lifted in a nonchalant shrug. "Eh. Fighting dragons, jumping moats, pulling swords from rocks- just the usual." He hadn't been up to much other than practicing, which was a given; he didn't need to tell Win that.

His gaze turned to Hyssop, who brought with him another name compliment for Win. That was vastly different from all the "what kind of parent names their kid Boy?" comments he tended to get, but hey, he liked his own name. "You could always change it," he suggested, but the canine likely knew that already.
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]/that is a great prof. pic

"You make a habit of entering before you knock?" He slid down smoothly from a nearby tree, where he'd been working a few agility routines when he spotted their canine trespasser. Unless he was nose-blind, or so painfully oblivious to everything around him, crossing the border without permission was likely intentional, but from what he could see, he wasn't bristling with any harmful motive, and he had many experiences with that. So, he was nose-blind, oblivious, or an asshole, maybe even a mixture of all three, but this was a first impression, and B didn't often place much emphasis in those the way other people might. "Anyway, let's get this over with. Who are you and what brings you to SunClan?" Boy stood somewhere in front of the wolf, directly in his path, expectant.
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]It had taken him a while to rig this up, but it hadn't taken as long as it did in WindClan; he was more familiar with the set-up now, so it wasn't as lengthy this time around. He just had to be thorough and meticulous, because the last thing he wanted was for the rope to come loose from where he'd secured it. It couldn't hurt to be careful, whereas it would hurt if he wasn't, which he knew from a personal experience or two. Maybe three. He wasn't keeping count, though he could always ask Win- he was probably counting how many times it was situationally appropriate to call Boy an idiot, and if he was going by those parameters, it was likely way more than three times. The apprentice had definitely heard it more than three times. Anyway, Win's fondness for calling him an idiot aside, he needed to get back up on the horse. B hadn't been slacking, exactly, but with this, the last time was...around the time Felix disappeared, he thought. Maybe a little before that.
However, when he stepped out on the rope, when his paws pressed against fibers, it was like he'd done this only yesterday. Everything was easier up here, lighter; sometimes it felt as though this was where he belonged, above the ground and in the air. He inhaled, filling his lungs with that same weightlessness, countering each shift of the rope, fighting the rotation and positioning his balance just there, centering himself downward. Another breath sucked in, and the dark feline continued his crossing, until he reached the middle, where he rose to settle on his front limbs only. There was a pleasant tingle in his muscles, but he was focused more on the continued rotation of the rope, making slipping a very possible outcome, if he wasn't able to keep his weight properly balanced. He steadied himself, controlling his breaths still, and when he reached the end of the rope, he transferred to one paw, and it- while it was dangerous, there was some sort of simplicity here, where everything else fell away and he was left in a bubble of his own.

He was careful not to lean forward when he placed the other paw back down, onto branch, and then lowering the rest of himself down, where he was able to completely step back onto the bough. B sat down, and gave his shoulders a roll, releasing a heavier gust of air.
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]Boy hadn't forgotten that SunClan's alliances weren't going to align with WindClan's. It was the same with any clan they were allied with, and it wasn't as though B was unfamiliar with the groups WindClan didn't associate with- he'd left to study in those very clans for a while, to learn what he knew he couldn't in WindClan, where most people were averse to fighting or were not very trained in it themselves. Nonetheless, finding a BloodClanner on the border still roused the instinctual blare of 'enemy' in his head, but luckily, he had enough control over himself that he did not tense, or give any physical proof of his unease. None that they could find, anyway; if Win would arrive, he didn't doubt that the older canine would be able to see it. The apprentice straightened up, trotting closer, and it was all too easy to give a loose grin. "Welcome to the club. Looks like you can have your cake and eat it, too." Viska-LeVanti? He hadn't heard those surnames before. "I'm Boypaw, but B and Boy work fine."
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]/lmao Deer the title matches your sig

This was one of the only things that hadn't changed. It was all constantly in motion, but up here, on the rope, in the air, B could control what happened, for the most part. Up here, people weren't walking away, he wasn't slamming a paw into a mirror because he couldn't keep keeping on to the standards he'd set for himself, and those he cared about weren't finding themselves tangled in strings. It wasn't an escape- time didn't actually pause when he walked the rope, but the worries associated with it, and with everything else, ceased to press down upon him, until the only thing dragging him down was gravity- even that didn't impact him significantly, aside from the usual laws he knew to follow for safety's sake. Now that he was off the rope, taking a break on the branch, he could feel that weightlessness of before slipping away, leeched from his skin and muscles, complete reality returning. B glanced out across the stretched polyester spanning the two trees with something resembling longing- just one more turn wouldn't hurt, would it? He didn't know how much time had passed, however, and it was enough of a distraction that he hadn't noticed the little audience he'd garnered. Yet another memory of Felix surfaced, clad in that ridiculous yellow jacket and staring up like he'd just done something outrageously spectacular. It was another loose thread he hadn't fixed.

"I remember the bruises," he answered, still up in the tree, but even there he knew his grin was visible. How many times had Win found him, trying something out on the balance beam, and then slipping, smacking his head or a limb against the wood? Win always did have an uncanny ability to show up whenever Boy was doing something stupid, or when he was in trouble- the two weren't consistently synonymous, surprisingly, but whatever the situation, the canine arrived to help pick up the pieces, if that was by either holding a conversation or holding B to his chest. He'd made him feel very small, then, more so than he already was- that had even carried over to when Darkpup was curled into him that day, smaller than B yet still able to punch through whatever bravado he'd painted on. He suspected that would even be true when he was an adult. That was funny to think about, wasn't it? "Bruises paid off, though." He still hadn't come down yet, gaze shifting to the other person present, someone he hadn't met before, with some kind of gem in her chest. Her exclamation only brightened his grin, and from there, he slid down the tree, looking between Win and the smaller feline. "It wasn't much, really. Just a lot of practice."

Win was smiling too. It wasn't one of those other smiles he'd started to put on, after his age regression, which B was curious about, but even knowing Win the way he did, he didn't know how to ask about that. "So Win, what's up with the new charm?" Yeah, not exactly a conversation starter. He'd figure it out on his own, eventually. "You make it seem like I break my legs on purpose." He did, once. Maybe the others hadn't known, had probably thought he fell, but he knew Win didn't think the same; he just never mentioned that he did, or ask about it, either. He didn't focus on that too much, noticing there was a third person here, this one someone who was familiar, because he'd seen him around camp a time or two. Cassiel? Castiel? Something like that. He seemed pretty intrigued, too, from the wide eyes. "Is this how fame feels?"

/yes why Rev's muse
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]"I know a guy." Their vacation, as they called it, had been nice. Casual. He'd still worried, when he was alone with his thoughts, about how they were doing here, what things had changed in his absence and worrying, but for the most part, it hadn't been too difficult to latch onto the moments of relaxation granted by laying his head somewhere different, somewhere new, with invaluable companionship along with him. It was easy to focus on that instead of what could, potentially, be heading south back in the place he called home. He could say that having Win there made it possible, unlike the time he'd gone off on his own; that had been hell on his nights, pretending to be someone else and surrounded by people he didn't know and didn't like. However necessary as he'd seen that, between this time and that one, if he had a choice, he would go with Win. Always. There really was no doubt about it.

Maybe that should have been scary. Some people didn't commit easily, found even the word binding, but if there was one thing B could do, it was stick to something, or in this case, someone. Well, not just someone, but Win, and yeah, that made all the difference. He glanced over at the canine, a bit of a hitch in his step as he padded alongside him; it had been like this for some time, just the two of them, no clan duties pulling them this way and that, although it would be a lie if Boy claimed that he disliked how busy he was kept. There was another trait both he and Win had in common, their tendencies to throw themselves into whatever work was available, although B was likely less blatant in his endeavors, mostly. "That's the whole point of a display, Winifred," he answered, answering the smirking curve of mouth with something sly of his own, their expressions relaying a thousand things at once in a wordless conversation outsiders would find tricky to follow, if they were able to at all. That had something to do with their familiarity, their comfort; it wasn't an issue to crumble when Win was there, because as slippery as he could be, and so complex that a manual would need to be as thick as a slab of concrete, he was...dependable. Yeah, that did aggravate him occasionally, but it seemed no matter what name he had, that he always cared was unmistakable. Undeniable, even, when you knew where to look.

It was easier to see now, at least from B's perspective. Win had definitely needed the vacation more than B had; he was the one who started off to leave first- of course it hadn't been entirely because he wanted to go see the world. After what happened, he deserved a break, and B had just been reluctant to let him go alone. Now that they were returning, he could do a mental comparison of Win before and after, and he found that there was something distinctly...lighter about him. He wasn't having to hold himself at the seams, where the threads had been fraying. It was definitely something to see, and something to walk next to; B wondered if he looked any different, but he hadn't truly known how he'd looked beforehand, so he'd have to leave that for another day. And that was fine with him.

"Like I said, I know a guy. He's probably around here somewhere." He lived somewhere near WindClan, if he remembered correctly. B had found him doing the usual: cereal trading. It just so happened the guy he got his Cinnamon Toast Crunch from liked to fiddle with fireworks on the side. "I can go grab a few fireworks." That Win was even considering this idea was enough for a mental double take.

/Skull you better clean up after yourself
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]/incoherent screaming
FAAAN
AND FEEELIX
will post after finishing with B's return thread
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]/I almost lost this post lmfao
I had a mini heart attack

It was a good laugh, even if Win hadn't expected it. How someone could expect humor beat B, but leading up to that remark, the humor hadn't quite reached the point of eliciting laughter, so maybe Win just hadn't been anticipating it. Considering the canine could control his reactions better than anyone else he knew -aside from one person, with whom he was likely tied with, or just a bit ahead- it was definitely an accomplishment when he could startle a laugh out of him, or a smile. He figured he likely tried too hard for that sometimes, as he did with all the people he held close; he'd do just about anything to get them all chuckling or grinning, yet it was somehow more rewarding when he hadn't pursued that reaction intentionally. It always surprised him into a smile as much as it did Win, or whoever else he'd managed to wear down, and Win- remembering back to the time he was Wintersoldier, he still couldn't decide whether or not it was easy. Prodding hadn't been difficult, but considering he hadn't, initially, meant to make a friend of the guy, the transition was one that, now, had passed in a blur, at least when considering all the other things they'd had to crawl through.

"It's what I said. You're not going deaf, are you? Thought we had more time before that." He felt as though someone had set him on fire, but instead of pain, it was a glow, like one of those delicate seeming fires in a cabin, different from how it was whenever someone crawled under B's skin in the worst of ways. The time with Wraith and Win, for example, pushed it into flaring dangerously, eating away at his patience and ultimately spurring him to throw that punch. This was better, obviously. It was keeping out the cold and needing no other fuel than Win's presence, sappy as that undoubtedly was. He didn't know who he would be if Win weren't around. Didn't know if all the things that happened would still have gone through, and if he would have managed to find a lifesaver, if he would've been his own helping hand. That might have been appealing for a younger B, who prided himself on his independence, but now, knowing what he did about trust, it was...freeing? Something along those lines. It was knowing he didn't have to be a one-man army, because he wasn't alone.

Some days he wanted to be, when it was difficult accepting that it was care, not pity, that it was understanding, not coddling. He wasn't his younger self anymore, but there were pieces of him that still chafed whenever he did lean on that shoulder, when he did take someone else's outstretched hand, and they were large pieces, too. Pieces that dug into his spine in the aftermath of being held, and rebelled when he started to slide, because it was a messy thing that he'd given Win, pulsing with guilt and some of that self-criticism, things he didn't want anyone to see, yet had handed them to the canine nonetheless, because again, it was about that concept called trust. Faith, too. Win wasn't infallible, no one was, but B believed in him. He was stubborn, so much more than people knew, and he threw himself into all of it, regardless of what it meant for himself. The little kids who practically idolized him were, probably, close to understanding, just with less of the idolatry. He wasn't some icon to worship. Win was a man, and the best one he'd ever known and ever would know. B was confident of that.

Did Win know that? It was true they could hold several conversations without ever saying a word, but for the sake of even clearer communication, words were useful. He just wouldn't know how to go about it, and that made two of them, didn't it? That moment Win had told him he was proud of him- it made him realize they didn't do much of that, did they? Did they need to? Glancing over at Win, careful to keep the sudden uncertainty under wraps with a well-kept grin, he tried to imagine what his reaction would be, if he put words to the things in his chest. If he toed the verbal boundaries both of them couldn't seem to cross, not in normal situations. He didn't think it was a matter of trust, at least, not about how much they trusted each other. It had more to do with themselves. "Yeah, and I keep telling you I forget." He shrugged, knowing he was trying too hard for an innocent expression, or one that wasn't as smug, but he didn't succeed there. Boy truly hadn't wanted to anyway, and even if he had, it still wouldn't have managed to pull one over on Win. While he had his Win Watching, the canine had his...B Beholding.

The lion laughed, before swatting away an insect that had flown too close to his face. "I do hang out with you." The odd people were the rich ones, from B's perspective. Not wealth wise, but in the personality department, and who wouldn't want to surround themselves with interesting people? Sure, interesting didn't usually mean ex-assassin, or someone who grew up twice, but they were just missing out. Besides, Boy couldn't really be considered normal either, could he? "Are we? You're the one who usually says no." That was probably a rhetorical question, Win just expressing his exasperation aloud, and his "how the hell did we wind up here?" "Of course I know. And yeah, I will, don't worry." He lifted a paw to his head, snapping off a salute, taking that as his cue to go find said trader, and he trotted off, following the little signs he remembered the last time he tracked the guy down. Because he was familiar with the way, it didn't take him too long to find him, although haggling for the fireworks cost him a future child. Well, no, it didn't, but might as well have. At least he got the fireworks, with instruction manuals of course.

"Some standard fireworks coming right up! I grabbed some sparklers too, just in case. So, there's a couple Roman Candles and your typical missiles. Not too intimidated, are you?"

/ no fighting Skull
yeeep, and they're glad to be!
/squishes Bears

[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]/i would have died
lmao had to keep up the alliteration
muse was just killed by a headache jskdfskj

Boy considered himself...lucky for that. Here he was, in what he supposed he'd call Win's inner circle, whereas the others weren't as fortunate, at least when it came to knowing the canine. That he was more lax in B's presence than he was in some others' was something he could only call a privilege. Truth be told, he didn't know what he'd done to earn it, not in specific terms, just that he hadn't relented in his prodding when they first met, and somehow that poking spiraled into knowing him not for the sake of being sure he wasn't on the verge of a murdering spree, but simply because B wanted to know who he was, his curiosity spearheading the foray into the Win Wilderness, where he Win Watched and Win Waded, sometimes without permission. His tight leash meant that B wasn't sure what he would say when B asked the questions that pertained to Win's history, and at times, the lion still felt torn between feeling guilty for going around his back and feeling...justified for it, if only because at the time, while Win was still more forthcoming with Boy than he was with the rest of them, he hadn't known how far he would be able to push. They didn't have their whole "speaking without talking" thing down pat then, but he knew now, if there was something he was curious about, he could ask.

He couldn't pinpoint when they did make that transition. It wasn't overnight, that was for sure. It sort of...crept up on B, when they would be standing side by side at some scene or another, and he'd look over and suddenly realize that he knew what that expression meant, no matter how slight it was; he'd learned to watch for the little things after all, because that almost impeccable control wasn't going to result in as wide a range of obvious shifts. That wasn't as true these days, and yet it was- the slides over Win's features lately were masks of their own, an odd charm he was beginning to don easier with each passing day. It hadn't been as present on their vacation, though; most of their time spent away had been between Win and B, and Win didn't need to wear tailored responses with the apprentice.

Win was still himself, he was just...different in some ways. He had the memories of a childhood that hadn't crashed and burned completely, one B had spent unknowingly filling the role the canine had when B had been the child. "No, see, it's a condition I have. It's not an age thing." The intention of using the most ridiculous nicknames he could come up with using Winterpaw had been to crawl underneath his skin. While Win had been dry and heavily ladled the sarcasm, Boy hadn't been very kind with him either, purposely insistent with all the things that happened to irritate the then-cougar, attempting to see how far he would go, and if, beneath Boy's ministrations, he'd end up snapping. It was a test, the beginning period of their interactions. Not only that, but- well, Win had, mostly, treated him as the more mature person B kept attempting to prove himself as, even if it was by how rough he'd been. B preferred that to any coddling.

That had contributed to one of their problems later, namely, the argument that had opened a chasm between them, something that, had it not happened, B would have thought impossible. Boy had been a mess at the time, and words had been involved, saying truths in the worst ways, truths that gnawed at him when Win had left. Not just truths had been said, though, but he had ached over them equally, unable to say how much it had killed him, not knowing what Win was thinking, because words were, apparently, not the best route to take with these two, not when emotions were running high on either end. It was still sore today, truth be told, and so was the incident leading up to that, and the one that had happened before- all those things were bound to pile up again, weren't they? He didn't want to think of that now, not when he was, regardless of his failings and mistakes, standing next to Win, but there was a part of him wondering what it would be that might make the ravine permanent. If Win knowing, from Boy's own mouth, that the lion- that he cared, if that would change anything. Was it funny how terrified he was of knowing what the reaction might be?

"You don't think so?" The reappearance of a smirk, one that only deepened when Win returned the salute in kind, and then he was off to find those fireworks from his trader. It felt a little strange to be separated from him, but that was ridiculous, wasn't it? He was just used to being in his orbit during their vacation, although it wasn't as though they hadn't been already before that- regardless, he shook off the feeling, and when he returned with their grand entrance starter pack, he ignored the way it was more comfortable here, too, instead resuming that smirk and laying all the fireworks out across the ground for better access. He was still surprised that Win had actually agreed to this; he'd been expecting something more along the lines of sarcasm, or even an "of course that's what you want." A sincere yes had thrown him for a loop, but he wasn't going to complain, not when people could use a good show. The world didn't slow down when they went on vacation, and knowing WindClan, something had to have happened while they were gone.

Again, he brushed those thoughts off. He didn't want to squander this moment. He had his times of seriousness, but this? This wasn't one of those times. In a way, this was as much the marking of an end as it was a return; after this, they would both be back to keeping on, no more relaxing. Kind of a melancholic way to see it, wasn't it? "I don't know. Have I? Do I know you?" He squinted at the canine for a few seconds, before the expression was overtaken by a grin, and as Win backed away to allow room for Boy to set off some fireworks, he chose a Roman Candle. He drove it into the ground just a bit, and took a match between his teeth, striking it on the box and holding it to the fuse, backing up and extinguishing the match just as the Roman Candle set off, shooting a bright fireball straight into the sky with a pop. It released several more of the flares, vibrant reds until it finally ceased. "Guess it's your turn now. Don't slip on the way over."
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]/it's good to have you back!!

Felix. Boypaw's very first friend, first best friend, and his first encounter with martyrdom. Not his own, but seeing it, watching someone practically tear themselves apart for the belief of someone else's betterment, sacrificing his own comfort for another's. It left an acidic taste in his mouth, an echo of the erosion that must have plagued Felix, wearing him down yet simultaneously keeping him alive. Having him here hurt almost as much as having him gone did, because B never really knew where he stood, if he did at all. Did he even deserve to claim any kind of pain here? Felix had endured horrors beyond Boy's imagination. Had lived through betrayal, one that B couldn't swallow today, considering it was he who nearly stole the life from his body, but somehow, it always seemed as though Felix thought himself the undeserving one, despite the fact he breathed complete selflessness. As frustrating as that was, seeing him alive, and well -or as well as could be expected- he was happy. He was.

"Felix," the lion started, barely sparing a glance for his clanmates who were gathered here too, greeting the feline back. He stood there for a moment, paws flexing, before he was in motion, drifting closer and closer to the scarred WindClanner, until he stood just in front of him, where he paused. Then he attempted to hug him, fold himself around the other lion, doing his best to ignore the familiar scarring around Felix's neck and ultimately failing, but he at least managed to keep it out of his reaction. "Hey kid." There hadn't been much time for things like this, after Felix returned, no longer dying from a disease they couldn't cure. Not hugging, specifically, but just- soaking it in that, for now, he was okay. Mostly.
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]Pretty much the title! I'd prefer they're around his age, at least, and there won't be any capturing happening. It'd be y/c either trespassing in WindClan or bumping into B in the loner lands- just let me know which you'd prefer and I can make the thread! We can go over what injuries are and aren't allowed, too.
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]So many things had changed. Boypaw had expected they would have, as WindClan was not the place for things to remain stagnant, yet learning that Cos had resigned, promoting Prague in his place, and that the former leader was now gone, while Stevie herself hadn't been around- it was all a bit of a whirlwind. He had spent some time after returning with Win checking, attempting to catch up on everything he'd missed while he'd sat back with Win in SunClan. Again, he didn't regret going, but it was nonetheless a shock that all those things had been altered in such a short time. They hadn't been gone for too long, had they? Maybe he should have suggested, back when Prague came to inform SunClan of Sam's resignation, that they should go back, but it wasn't as though that would have changed a thing. They would have just been there for the abdicating of leader's rank by Cos, and even then it would have taken B a bit to adjust. That was just how it went.

"You're all talk. Got anything to back up that mouth or what?" The lion's mouth curled into the usual smirk, and he padded closer to the group, situating himself by Win and glancing at Meg, who dared for an embrace with Stevie. "What I know so far is Cos stepped down, promoting Prague in his place. I haven't caught up on everything else yet." As far as he knew, all the people she asked for were here too, but again, he could be wrong. That he wasn't aware of all the going ons at the moment was something that irked him, and he resigned himself to fixing that as soon as he could.
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]Sorry for the late reply, but sure! What injuries would you allow with Migraine? With B anything that's not too severe is fine

[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; maxheight:; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;][font=arial][size=9pt]I am so laaate
I will join the mourners of Cosmé

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]All right! I'll make the thread now and post the link up c:
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]/this is bad i'm sorry

"Real cute." The smirk became even more prominent when she responded with a stuck out tongue, and he wouldn't have expected anything different, honestly. She was understandably surprised by the news of their leadership; Boy hadn't anticipated it either, and it was something he couldn't completely decide on, when it came to WindClan's future. Prague was a dedicated member, of course he was- B didn't doubt that he was going to make a good leader for WindClan. However, he had to wonder what might have happened with Cos still at the helm. Not that it mattered now. It wasn't something he could change, and he couldn't have even if he did make it in time; he needed to stop expecting that there was something he could have done. "Yeah, well so did we." He shrugged, settling back, gaze briefly turning to Lessa as she approached Stevie for a welcome, waiting a few moments before he decided to answer the question on Win and B's stay in SunClan. "Not bad. Relaxing. It was weird not to have you around shouting at people, though." There was a glint in his eyes now. "You know, I actually have something for you. A bet. I bet you can't go a day being nice to people, and that means everyone. Now if I lose, you pick what I have to do." Kate was hugging Stevie next, but he knew the feline could answer his bet even when she was distracted.
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]It was good to be back, but he didn't miss what happened when responsibility entered the picture. B had nothing against duty, clearly, and had lost plenty of nights to it, but he supposed it was the effect of responsibility on people that he disliked. While the lion was in a constant state of attempting to prove himself, and show that he was able of contributing, that Win was a rarer sight when it came to one-on-one conversations was something that did grate on him. The vacation in SunClan had given him an opportunity to, more or less, reattach himself, and catch up with Win in a way he couldn't here, where they were both distracted by something or the other. Was that selfish of him? He had the impression Win hadn't minded the vacation -definitely hadn't minded, at least in the beginning- and he was one of the least selfish people he knew.

The lion released a heavy breath, padding along the border as he usually did once or twice a day. He made sure he wasn't too focused on his thoughts- that had happened too many, and the end results hadn't been pretty, to put it lightly.

/this is a terrible starter I'm sorry
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; maxheight:; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;][font=arial][size=9pt]
The thread is here! I made it in WindClan, if that's okay?

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; maxheight:; text-align: justify][font=arial][size=8]/sorry this took me so long!!

The scent of The Exiles reached Boy first, and he was immediately on guard, muscles tense, gaze dropping to the figure laying in his path. Quickly, he glanced to his side, searching for any of the others who might have been around, Win, specifically, but he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be glad or not that there weren't any bystanders here for The Exiles member to harm. He focused on the stranger, the way they were lounging languidly, and heat swelled in his chest, anger he suppressed- for now. "You!" The lion strode forward, pale blue eyes narrowed warningly. "You get one warning: get off of WindClan territory. We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way, and believe me, I won't mind the hard way."
[spoiler=tags (07/12)][size=8]GENERAL
Boypaw (Boywonder) Muzikant -- Member of WindClan -- Son of Volatiletimes and Neptuneblue -- Nine months -- 1/2 Boysoldier/Boyknight (brotp) -- Bisexual, crush on Calliope

[b]PHYSICALITY
Charcoal lion (has yet to grow his mane) -- Cobalt eyes -- Fur is slightly disheveled almost constantly -- Hasn't matured physically, but has the beginnings of a lean and trim form (think gymnast or acrobat) -- Notable bite scar on his side

[b]BATTLE TAGS
Difficulty depends on opponent -- Relies on agility and surroundings -- Attack in [b][color=#1E90FF]bold #1E90FF -- No kill or serious injury, PM for capture -- Friendly actions can be power played

[b]BRIEF PERSONA
Object in mirror is more irritable than it appears - Independent - Very observant - Friendly, for the most part, but unafraid of calling people out and may be too blunt for his own good - Talkative af - Lighthearted, though he can be a hardass - Does not know what to do with his emotions - Private, dislikes losing his cool