Posts by Big McIntosh

An amaranth stallion trotted up to CloverClan's border, his green eyes flicking about nervously. Sure, he could be nervous couldn't he? Or would they reject him just because he was nervous looking and wouldn't be any good? But he would be good! He straightened up, trying to look professional, his ears perked, head high. But when he heard footsteps, his ears sunk a little in fear. What if they rejected him? What would he do? He'd heard most clans accept anyone, but that didn't mean this clan had to! In fact, he wasn't really sure this was even a clan! He could only hope.

McIntosh had been trotting along happily enough, enjoying the day and the landscape. When a smell equal to a pool of manure in hell knocked the dreamy day away from the stallion.
Deciding to investigate, he had walked hesitantly towards the smell, not really wanting to find out what it was, but figuring it was his duty. Then, he heard a feline eclaim: "Why is this here?!" The fact that there was already someone there and that that someone was shouting, spurred Big Mac on ward.
When his nose reluctantly led him to the source, his ears drooped in despair. It was, in fact, a pool of manure, except, it wasn't in hell, it was in his paradise! Well, we'll have to clean it up eventually, might as well get started, he thought. As he moved to get a wagon or something, he noticed a note in the middle. Great, why'd they have to put it in the middle? He pondered trudging in to pick it up, he was going to get dirty anyway, right?
Sighing, he trudged into the muck, wincing every time he put a hoof down. Eventually, he got to the middle and delicately picked the note up in his teeth. He pushed out, dropping the note on a nearby stump. Reading it, he exhaled deeply, that note wasn't even worth retrieving! Glancing at Shiki, the stallion offered the note to him.

McIntosh trotted up, his ears perked as he caught the important part of the brisk conversation. A new WindClan leader? The stallion had seen WindClan when he'd passed by it on his trips, not that he knew much about it. The back of his mind wanted to ask what had happened to their old leader, but he figured that was none of his business, so he just stood there, listening for more exciting and/or useful nuggets of information.

Oh. LOL, sorry. I've been gone for about a year. Nevermind!

His green eyes snapped to the looming dinosaur (?). "Eyup," he automatically muttered fearfully, his flank twitching. "McIntosh. Umm, joiner," he answered quickly, barely remembering that the huge beast had asked him something. His collar shifted as he gulped, fearful.
He turned his head to the feline. Well, she looks friendlier, I guess, he thought uncertainly.

McIntosh trotted up, his hoofs making music on the stones. "Eeyup," he commented slowly, his green eyes trying to follow the sparatic movements of his new clanmate.

McIntosh had been trotting around the territory, the borders especially, looking for anything interesting or someone new. Lucky for him, here was a poor kitten that the dinosaur would appear to be looking down upon, not that he didn't look down upon pretty much everyone.
The stallion knelt down and motioned for the kitten to try to climb onto his back, he prodded her with his muzzle, ready to give assistance as needed. She was badly beat up, and in no state to walk all the way to camp or back where she came from. He'd take her to a medic or something, he was new here, and he still wasn't sure how things worked.

The stallion returned the smile awkwardly. His head turned to awknowledge his leader. Still uncertain how he was to adress Sparrowstar, he backed up slightly in submission.
"McIntosh," he added. The equine wasn't familiar with greeting others yet, being of a generally shy, quiet nature.

Well that sucks, McIntosh thought as he trotted up to greet the serval. The stallion bent his necks towards the baskets, silently wondering what they contained. He looked back up at the serval, she seemed sad as she told her news. His green eyes filled with pity as he realized what she must be going through.

McIntosh watched Sparrowkit from a few distances away, studying him. Sure, he looked weird, sure he had his sparatic movements, but right now, he seemed calm, peaceful. The stallion slowly approached his clanmate. He sat down beside the odly pelted kitten. His green eyes shifting from the feline to the beautiful scenery.

"Eyup," McIntosh replied awkwardly, not really positive what a "welcoming" was. Well, I guess that means I'm accepted! The stallion thought hopefully. Although, in his mind, all that really mattered was that this dinosaur didn't kill him.

McIntosh's green eyes softened. A puddle? Where he came from, he ad least had a barrel full of liquid, even in the toughest drought. "Eeyup," he nickered, agreeing with the implied beauty of the pond. His farm hadn't exactly had a pond, but there had been one nearby, or was that what they called a lake? The stallion could never remember, and he figured it didn't really matter. The kit had died? If he had died, how was he here now? Big Mac had learned a lot on his travels, mostly relating to farming, but apparently that wasn't going to be useful for him here.
McIntosh turned his head in the direction of the quiet voice. He awknowledged Press with a friendly nod of his yellow-maned head. If he had been more sociable, he probably would have introduced himself and asked the feline's name, but he wasn't, so he didn't.

McIntosh's yellow-maned head turned to the approaching feline. Dang, she sure was beautiful, not the kind that appealed to him, mind you, but beautiful none the less. Something in the back of his mind triggered something, a memory, but he just couldn't place where, what, or who it was about. It must be about this Rarity, for she was the one who triggered it within him. He couldn't have seen her before, could he? Maybe on one of his travels.
The stallion shifted his collar awkwardly. "My friends call me Big Mac," he offered, not really sure what to say.

//"Eeyup!"

"Eyup!" McIntosh agreed hopefully, the serval had seemed friendly enough, and, as far as he could tell, alliances were something others valued, if only for the advamtage and not the community. If you asked him, he'd probably be able to honestly answer that he valued it for the community.

"Welcome," McIntosh nickered quietly as he trotted up, he would prefer to to have to be the one who greeted the basket-carrying visitor, but seeing as no one else was around, he figured it was his duty. "What's your name and business here in CloverClan?" He wasn't really sure if being on the border was considered being in CloverClan, but he figured it was close enough. As he awaited a response, the stallion studied the foreigner. The wild dog's coat had beautiful swirls that he found quite attractive, and her yellow and green eyes (?) were a unique characteristic.

McIntosh trotted up, he didn't really know much about CloverClan, and he figured it was there fore not his job to go strutting about asking for alliances without the information to back up why they would be a good ally. Besides, he wasn't really one to go and search out a whole Clan of creatures to socialize with. But he'd be there if Sparrowstar got desperate.

McIntosh arrived, late, as always. He wasn't really one for fighting, but if it was for his new clanmates, he'd do it. The stallion rushed into Beatstar, attempting to knock the wind out of him or something. His collar protected the majority of his neck, and he was grateful for that, but his lack of skill in fighting just might get him injured.

"Eyup," McIntosh agreed, trotting up to join the dinosaur he was no longer afraid of, mot because he wasn't scary anymore, because the stallion trusted Sjach. For the first time, he realized what condition he was in. Concerned, Big Mac realized how much CloverClan needed a medicine cat.

McIntosh trotted up, his green eyes shone with concern. He looked at his clanmate's agitated faces. Although he didn't know whoever had gone missing, and he couldn't place a face to the faint smell he retrieved, he knew it was obviously someone important.

McIntosh, following Sjach's earlier example, replied, "Thank you for the invite. I'm not sure if CloverClan will attend, but Sparrowstar should be here soon." A medicine cat, or dog in this case, would help Sjach a lot, at least in the stallion's mind. He wasn't really sure what exactly a medicine cat could do, or what had eveen happened to the dinosaur.